#i did a fucking double-take when i caught a bit of the lyrics
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Fact about the Elfsong Tavern: it's named such because it's haunted by the spirit of an elf who usually would sing about her long-lost love. The song with lyrics heard in the background while you're camping there, I have no doubt is meant to be sung by her:
This song has almost the exact same opening line as the last time she shook up her choice of song: during the events of Descent into Avernus, she sang about Elturel, beginning with the lyrics O sing a song of Elturel.
(Rest of the lyrics below the cut: it's longer than her new song from the game.)
O sing a song of Elturel
Of water, woods, and hill
The sun dawns on her ruddy cliffs
And fields green and still.
This land of long-abiding joy
Home of the strong and brave
Renowned by all, across the realms,
And never once a slave.
O sing a song of Elturel
When foes are at her door
Her fields torn by cloven feet
From some infernal shore.
Arise the mighty Hellriders
Take up your swift, keen swords
Then charge into the hellish fray
And scatter devil hordes.
O sing a song of Elturel
And when the night does fall
Sleep safe beneath Companion's light
Until the dawn does call.
We're bound by mortal covenant
That only ends with death
And so we'll sing of Elturel
Until our final breath.
(Found here.)
#roddy plays bg3#i did a fucking double-take when i caught a bit of the lyrics#but i was talking to one of my companions so i only really caught 'o sing a song of--' and I was like IS THIS THE ELTUREL SONG???#and then i just hung out in camp until i heard it again and then went looking to see if there were lyrics#and saw online that the lyrics were in-game. anyway. fun fact.
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Lucifer is a Swiftie headcanons because I kin this man so much I am projecting my other hyperfixations on him
But also I mean c'mon,
Look at him
yes there is RadioApple in this
-It probably started from Charlie. When she was in high school (post emo phase obviously) she may have enjoyed Taylor Swift (maybe Fearless got her through her senior year because I can't stop projecting) Lucifer started listening to try and have something to bond with his daughter about. But about the time Charlie kind of lost interest is about the time Lucifer doubled down on his obsession.
-He has been to basically almost every Eras concert, usually in really good seats because many a swiftie has offered to sell their soul for tickets. He said keep your soul just let him tag along.
-He is definitely an Evermore stan mostly because of relating too hard to the divorce narrative of it.
-Speaking of, Charlie has threatened to lock him out of his Spotify after catching him on the floor crying to “Champaign Problems” on repeat too many times. She never would but most definitely tried to ban him from listening to it for a month.
-She then caught him crying to “You’re Loosing Me”
-Angel Dust is most definitely Beyhive (killer bee probably) and though initially joking that they are rivals the two men bond over their love for the two queens of pop, recommending songs and videos to each other.
-Angel is a Reputation Stan though
-After one of Lucifer’s many tiffs with Alastor, Charlie is expressing her frustration asking her dad why can’t they just get along and Lucifer explains that he doesn’t trust Alastor because “I think his ever-present grin is a little troubling” and is a little upset when she doesn’t get it
-One day, Luci is sitting in the Lobby doing his work while listening to Taylor on shuffle. He’s casually minding his own business jamming out to one of her poppier love songs and Alastor wanders in commenting on the “Obnoxious trite little diddy” Lucifer doesn't even hesitate to take the bait
L: HOW DARE YOU! SHE IS A TALENTED GODDESS!! A DOWNRIGHT MUSICAL CHAMELEON! You are such a snob Alastor! Good music didn't stop getting made after your tiny little lifetime.
A: I never said it did but it's certainly not this frivolous noise!
L: Oh, you uninformed uncultured cur! She is a fucking poet!
He then proceeds to play examples for Alastor of her most creative and heart wrenching lyrics (he absolutely makes Al sit through all 10 minutes and 13 seconds of ATW)
After all that though Lucifer will never get Alastor to admit that he finds T.S. musically talented (or that Lucifer did in fact catch Al tapping his foot a couple times)
-Alastor does come to Lucifer, after a bit of research, admitting that though he does not find her music enjoyable, he respects her business cunning. Luci figures that's good enough. For now.
-because I bet my non-existent Eras tour tickets that Lilith was a hater. I’ll leave it at that.
-OP works at Barnes & Noble and let me tell you there are about 80 different Taylor Swift magazines that even my swiftie ass thinks is excessive but Lucifer has every single one
-including the Taylor Swift paper dolls magazine (yes this is a real thing). He probably gets a few because he convinces Charlie to use them as a team building activity.
-He has at least 3 copies of each of the covers for the 2023 TIME Person of the Year magazine.
-Also all cardigans. On a casual day he definitely lounges in them and has a set rotation of when to wear each one (and I am totally not gonna draw that nope)
-Well, it seems Lucifer is no longer crying to the depressing break-up songs on repeat but now he seems to be angrily listening to “Gorgeous” on repeat. Charlie asks him about it and he goes full denial mode “No no Charlie I'm not thinking of anyone specific, I've just been really into this song lately.” Everyone else in the hotel, besides Alastor, has already figured out what's going on
Alastor: If I have to hear that obnoxious noise one more time I will reduce that tiny maniac’s room to rubble as well as the abode of whatever sad sack is making him play it.
Angel: *knowing smirk* I'm gonna hold ya to that one, Antlers.
-Al may very well hear it one more time if Lucifer uses it as his confession song (I don't fully commit to this headcanon, I just think it's funny)
-Anyway boy’s probably in his Reputation stan Era b/c LWYMMD is like his long overdue big F-YOU to Heaven song
btw this is NOT gonna end at these headcanons I am running with this idea like scissors.
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@julsiemagne
@nose-nippin-fun (I know you're not a swiftie but we talked about this so idk if you care I can un-tag you if you want)
#Gorgeous is such a RadioApple song and you can't change my mind#if you don't know why those images are swiftie coded then you're not a swiftie#y'all feel free to tag your Hazbin/Swiftie friends#Hazbin Hotel#lucifer morningstar#lucifer magne#appleradio#duckiedeer#radioapple#Taylor Swift#Swiftie#lucifer hazbin hotel#What do you mean LWYMMD isn't about religious trauma?#Or Clean?#or ATW?#what do you mean I'm projecting again?#headcanon#headcanons#lucifer headcanons#hazbin hotel headcanon#lucifer headcanon#hazbin hotel headcanons#long post#lucifer is a Swiftie
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💌 | myg drabble 07
where yoongi tries to make up for his mess-up.
; pairing: idol!yoongi x female!reader
; genre: smut, some angst, fluff
; warnings: usage of mature words, fingering, female receiving, established relationship
; rating: mature audience!!
a/n: here’s some bf yoongi content :] thought he was cute hereeee enjooooyyy ~ ♡
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He’s such an idiot.
Both of you two knew that he is, in fact, an idiot.
Don’t get it wrong, Yoongi is a musical genius—a hard-working, a talented-ass producer, writer, rapper, and sometimes singer. He released hit after hit, wrote raps with the craziest flows, and also had either heart-feeling or bad-ass lyrics to them.
But in this case, we aren’t necessarily talking about him being an idiot in that department.
He had his little moment in his studio, in which he has been in for long hours, where he glanced over at the time that displayed at the bottom corner of his screen. Of course, it was a bit late—about 1 am. It didn't bother him that he was still up at this hour. However, what had him have to take a double-take was the date.
The damn date…
…How the hell did he make this stupid mistake? Forgetting the day you have been patiently waiting for and been constantly reminding him—the little date you had planned out for the day right after he finished with recording stuff with the members?
Fuck—he’s such an idiot.
It didn’t take long for Yoongi to save his files, grab the main necessities—his phone, keys, and his wallet—, and rush out his studio and out the HYBE building.
—
He places a hand on the handle of the door, gently pushing onto it to open it. He makes sure the door swings open slowly, only opening it wide enough for him to swiftly slide through. The living room was completely dark—in fact, it appeared the whole apartment was dark.
“Baby?” He calls out, quietly closing the door from behind. Yoongi manages to find the cord to the tall lamp in the living room, wanting to have some source of light in the room. Without a thought, he first makes his way towards your shared bedroom, figuring that you’d be fast asleep. However, the bed was still nicely made and you were nowhere in sight when he creeped into the room. He scratches the back of his neck, thinking hard where you could be at. Yoongi drags his house slippers across the cold hardwood floor, going back out to the living room.
He stands there in silence, scanning the room until an unfamiliar object or ‘thing’ spread on the couch catches his eye. He internally has his little ‘ah-ha’ moment, immediately registering that it was you underneath the thick blanket. Yoongi walks over to you, being very light with his steps.
“Babyy,” he mutters, hand grazing over a curve on the blanket, which he knew that had to be your shoulder. You’re quick to react, moving your shoulder away from his touch.
“Don’t want to talk to you.”
Yoongi can’t help but frown at your reaction despite him knowing that you were probably going to be this way. I mean come on—who wouldn’t?
He crouches down so that he can hopefully look at you at the same eye level when you remove the blanket.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he reaches over to the same spot, gently caressing the outline of your shoulder down to the side of your arm and back.
“I completely forgot about today. I was too caught up with work and it just slipped out of my mind,” he’s tugging the blanket from your hold to try and remove it, “could you please look at me?”
You let him remove the blanket from the upper part of your body, only for him to be face-to-face with the back of your head. You’re all curled up so close to the back cushions of the couch, still not saying anything after what the boy had to say.
“Please, baby? I’d like to see your pretty face when I talk to you,” he mutters softly, bringing his head closer to yours to place a gentle kiss on your head.
You didn’t say anything but shook your head no.
“I know I screwed up and I’m really sorry. I’ll skip everything I have to do tomorrow and we can do what you wanted to do today. I’ll have a couple things planned too.”
There’s a couple seconds of silence before you grab the upper part of the blanket that was laid over your waist, bringing it over your head again. He removes his hand from your shoulder, allowing you to roll around inside the blanket. You scoot back a bit, making sure your back was against the cushions you were facing earlier. When you stop moving, he takes that as a signal for him to remove the blanket from covering just your head. There he’s met with your face—the only face he wants to ever wake up to, has all the moles and little freckles all memorized, and would never get tired of looking at. However this time you looked a little more different. It wasn’t a bad type of different, but more of a ‘painful to see’ different.
“Baby…,” he mutters, taking his hand to cup your jaw, a thumb brushing against the dampness of your cheek.
The first thing he noticed was your wet eyes—all the tears that were threatening to spill. You looked at him with your glistening eyes, eyebrows furrowed, slightly red nose scrunched, and pouty, plump lips.
God he hated himself for making you cry.
“I’m so sorry baby…Fuck, I’m such an asshole.”
“Yes, you are,” you quietly mumble, sniffling.
He sighs to himself, still running the rough pad of his thumb against your cheek.
“I hate seeing you cry because it makes me sad, but this time it’s me who made you cry which makes it even worse. God, I’m so sorry baby.”
“It hurts a lot knowing that you kind of stood me up for our date,” your eyes shift from his to somewhere else but him, avoiding his gaze. “I get that you’re busy and that work sometimes has to come first, but try to at least tell me that you’ll be coming late or you won’t be coming at all so that I don’t have to keep waiting for you.”
“I know—I should’ve taken a breather and called you before I headed straight to my studio. I’m not taking any more chances in making you cry like this again, so I’ll make sure that I constantly remind myself of the times and dates of all the dates we have planned that might happen before or after work. I’ll write a bunch of sticky notes and put them everywhere I’m usually at and write it down in my reminders app on my phone. I’ll even try to use my studio here rather than at the building, since you can get to me faster if you need me or anything.”
You look back up at him, realizing that his eyes never left you.
“How about we go to bed and get some rest for tomorrow, yeah?” He hums, removing his hand from your cheek and placing it on the dip of your waist.
You huff, annoyed with how stupidly cute he is with the way he was trying to make things up for what happened today and how you’ll easily just fall right back into his arms.
“I wanna sleep by myself tonight, so you can go take the bed.”
He scoffs at your words. “How am I supposed to sleep if you aren’t next to me?!”
You roll again to your other side, facing the cushions again.
“I dunno. Think about me I guess. G’night, Yoongi.”
He’s baffled with the way things just escalated to this.
“Why would I need to think of you being next to me when I’ve got the real thing here.” Yoongi is lifting up the blanket, inviting himself underneath.
“Yoongi—! There’s no room!”
He’s already laying on the couch, spooning you from behind as your bodies are against each other. He’s wrapping an arm around your waist and tangling his legs with yours to be more comfortable.
“Yes there is,” he’s bringing his face to the side of your neck, nuzzling it in the crook, “you smell good.”
“No funny business,” you mumble, sighing in defeat.
It was kind of too late for you to say that because he was already slipping his hands underneath your shirt and placing a line of kisses down your neck and to the top of your shoulders.
“Can’t I do something to make up today for you?” He hums against the exposed skin on the back of your neck.
It didn’t take you long to understand what he was implying. His hand that was laid on top of your tummy, gently drawing circles and other shapes you couldn’t decipher with his fingers has made its way down to the thin band of your panties.
Yep, you were definitely in trouble by just wearing a (his) oversized t-shirt and panties.
“Please, baby?” His fingertips tickle against your skin as he’s dragging his hand to follow the path of the elastic band.
You huff again, trying to act annoyed but he already knew you’d like this.
“30 minutes.”
He chuckles lowly, one of those throaty ones.
“I’ll take it, but I know you can last longer than that.”
You’re pushing his roaming hand away from your body.
“So annoying,” you mumble, a little more annoyed with his teasing words.
You knew he was right—all that stupid teasing he usually does before he gets going is always right. He loves asking you questions he knows the answer to. It makes you squirm around all flustered and whatnot—it's a pretty sight for him to see. It catches you off guard when you don’t feel him pressed up against you. You eventually find yourself rolled onto your back after a firm pull backwards by your shoulder. There you see Yoongi swiftly swinging a leg over you, his knees on the outside of either of your legs and his hands right next to your head, caging you.
“Now, are we going to be a good girl today?” He hums, face really close to yours. “I really wanted to give you whatever you wanted to make up for today.”
The two of you stare at each other for a couple seconds before you answer, the close proximity making you a little nervous. You roll your eyes at him, nodding your head against his. He’s chuckling, a big smile on his face.
“‘Atta girl.” He’s quick to steal a kiss from you, a slow smile growing on his face when he pulls back to look at you again. You scoff at him with a small smile on your face.
Cheeky bastard.
His face immediately goes to the crook of your neck, burying himself there. You extend your neck by moving your head to the side, giving him some more space. He’s scattering the side of your neck with light kisses, stopping at that one sensitive spot on the front of your neck. The boy swipes his tongue on that spot, drawing circles before placing his lips on it. He sucks on it harshly, nibbling at it a little afterwards.
“Th-thirty minutes!” You squeak, trying to suppress any other noises that you want to let out when he’s back to messily sucking the spot again.
Yoongi’s chuckling into your skin, vibrations tickling you. He pulls away to look at the dark purple spot he marked on you, kissing it before he’s removing himself from being above you. You find him getting up and taking a seat right in front of the couch, facing you.
“Thirty minutes is all I need, baby. And I guess it’s all you get, hm?” He’s teasing you, a smug smirk appearing on his face. He glances over at the clock on the wall, taking a mental note of the time.
“Sit up for me, sweetheart. I can’t waste anymore time.” He’s tugging the blanket off you, exposing your bare legs. The boy then gets a hold of your leg, impatiently pulling it to the edge of the couch.
“Hold on, hold on!” You mumble, sitting yourself up and trying to wiggle his hold from your leg by shaking it off.
“And stop being bossy,” you huffed. You turn your body around so that you’re sitting properly on the couch, legs pressed together as you stare down at Yoongi who sat criss-crossed on the floor right in front of you.
“How can I when I know you usually like it when I’m bossy?” Taking a large, rough hand of his, he places it on the side of one of your thighs to caress it.
“Open your legs, baby. Time’s ticking.”
You do as he says, slowly spreading your legs apart. He takes his other free hand and lifts the oversized t-shirt, pushing it up so that it sits on your tummy. The lower part of your body now exposed to him, panties full on display. Yoongi leans over, taking his hand to spread your legs a little more further apart. He presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, giving you a teasing kiss.
“You’re all wet baby, I can see the little patch on your panties,” he chuckles, “too excited for me?”
He doesn’t wait for your answer. Yoongi’s mouth immediately goes for your dampened, clothed folds, messily kissing it to make it even more wet. He takes his tongue and glides it in between your folds, teasing you.
“Y-yoongi—!” You mewl, but immediately cover your mouth to stop any noises from coming out. You’re leaning back against the couch, slouching.
“Ah, ah, ah—,” he removes himself from you, grabbing a hold of both of your hands and removing it from your face. He places them both back on your side.
“If 30 minutes is all I get, I want to hear everything.” He pulls on your panties, sliding them off your legs with some of your help. After throwing your panties somewhere in the room, he’s grabbing your legs and moving them further apart, bending your knees even more so that your legs are pressed up against your chest.. The boy was face to face with your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing. God, it was embarrassing to you despite having done this a bunch of times.
“So pretty,” he mumbles, licking his lips, eyes hungry for you. He’s taking his thumbs, spreading your lips open to watch your glistening hole.
“P-please,” you whimper.
He presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before licking a wet stride along your folds, from your tight hole and up to your sensitive bead. He stops there, wrapping his lips around it to suck on it harshly, tongue sloppily circling it. He’s making the most obscene noises—slurping and lips smacking. Soon he’s giving you quick kitten licks, flicking his tongue against your bead.
“A-ah!” You whine, moving your hips upwards, wanting him to press his tongue harder against you.
Yoongi quickly removes his mouth from your swollen bead, a string of saliva connecting from it to his lips. He’s hooking an arm underneath your thigh, taking his hand and pressing it down on your hip to keep you from lifting yourself. With no warning, he goes straight to your gaping hole, sticking his tongue right in. He hums, vibrations causing you to let out a groan.
“F-fuck—fingers—please!” You choke out, and he immediately listens. He’s removing himself from your dripping pussy, sitting back up to get a good look at you while he licks your essence off his lips.
He runs two fingers down your folds, scooping up your arousal. Glancing over at the clock for a split second, he slides the two fingers into your pussy, realizing his time was running out.
“God, look at you—so wet. My fingers just slid right in.”
He’s already picking up the pace, curling his fingers up to hit a squishy spot that’s got you rolling your eyes back. You’re loud—way too loud that it was too embarrassing. However, he loved it all. All your desperate moans, cute whimpers, and pleading cries were all motivation for him to keep going. He’s watching you with dark eyes, plunging his fingers into the same spot repeatedly.
“Please, Yoongi—!”
One thing that you seem to always do whenever things get down to these situations is that the majority of the time you just beg for him. You don’t know what for, but it appears to be your favorite thing to do when you’re in bed with him. And he surely enjoys hearing it.
“What is it, baby? Use your words.” He hums, uncurling his long fingers and adjusting the angle of them so that he’s ramming them deeper into your pussy. He didn't let you say what you wanted to say; he couldn’t wait for you to spit out your jumbled words. Instead, he brings himself back to your clit, wrapping his lips around it to suck on it harshly, brushing his tongue over it during the process. You squeal at his actions, a hand moving toward his head to push away, which he does with a chuckle.
With his other free hand, he’s taking another two fingers and pressing it firmly against your abused bead. He’s rubbing his fingers side to side, while picking up the pace of his other fingers thrusting into you. You can feel your mind going blank, the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Yoongi watches your face twist and turn, and your pussy clenching onto him tighter. You’re curling your toes, hips slightly moving—god, his long fingers were hitting you too good.
“Yoongi! Yoongi! Fuck—!”
He’s smiling, already aware that you were close.
“Gonna cum?”
You’re squirming around, hips bucking up by themselves. The knot inside you was about to undone.
“F-fuck—yes! Yoongi, please—!”
He’s thrusting his fingers even faster and rubbing your clit with more aggression, as if that was even possible. You’re moaning, mumbling words that don’t make sense. You’re clenching even tighter, moans becoming higher pitched. You feel your legs shaking, it was getting harder for you to keep going. You knew you were so close to reaching that high point, the moment of release.
“Cumming! I’m—!”
Yoongi quickly stops his movements, removing both hands from your pussy.
“Yoongiiii~,” you whine, breathless. The knot formed in your tummy was gone. Your clit, however, was still throbbing, and you continued to clench around nothing.
A smug smirk is on his face when you look at him. He’s bringing up the fingers that were inside you and takes them into his mouth, sucking off the arousal you left on there. You swallow your own saliva, watching him.
“30 minutes are up, baby.”
You huff with a pout on your face, scooting yourself up to sit properly and closing your legs together to stop being completely exposed to the boy.
“Don’t be mad, baby,” he chuckles, “I’m just following orders.”
You hit him on the shoulder with one of your feet, pushing him slightly backwards.
“You already knew what I meant earlier,” you whined.
He’s scoffing with a smile on his face, enjoying the way you were. He’s standing up, eyes still locked on yours as you look up at him. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, pressing your thighs together while pulling the bottom of your shirt even lower in an attempt to somewhat cover a part of your bare thighs. You were feeling a bit shy from the way he was just staring at you.
Yoongi couldn’t help but admire the way you looked—even if you were pissed at him for denying your orgasm. He’s lucky. He always thinks about how he was able to score the most beautiful and amazing girl in the world. He shouldn’t be making stupid mistakes like he did today, or else you could just slip away in his hands—something he absolutely does not want to ever happen.
“Whaaat?” You whine again, weirded out by him, “what are you up to?!”
All Yoongi does is chuckle before he’s squatting down, arms wrapping around the back of your knees. He’s pulling you to the edge of the couch, now closer to him. He’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, earning another squeal in surprise from you.
“Yoongi!” You’re trying to pull your shirt down again, while he’s already starting to walk away from his couch and onto his final destination.
“I’ll make up everything for you for real this time, alright, baby?”
“You’ll just tease me again, you liar!”
“No, I’m serious! I’ll give you everything you want this time.”
You can hear the creek of your bedroom door open. He’s walking inside, making a straight line towards the bed.
“You promise this time?” He’s carefully bringing you off his shoulder, holding you by your bottom as he carries you as if you were a koala.
“Only if you give me a little kiss and tell me that you still love me.” He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, making you have to sit on his lap. His hands easily find the sides of your waist and rest there.
You scoff with a smile, rolling your eyes at him. You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping the contact between you two before you lean in closer to quickly peck his lips.
“I still love you, idiot.”
A wide smile is plastered on Yoongi’s face. He’s already leaning into you again, pressing a couple kisses before pulling away.
“Good,” he mumbles, bringing a hand up to the side of your neck to pull you towards him and crash your lips against his in a feverish manner. His other hand pushing down on your hip, encouraging you to grind your bare pussy against his clothed hard-on that you’ve been sitting on for the past few minutes. You feel your hips move by themselves, the rough material rubbing against your sensitive pussy making you wet. You’re moaning into his mouth, which he takes this chance to suck on your tongue, then force his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of it, exchanging saliva.
As much as he hates it, he’s already pulling away from you. He’s standing up carrying you, turning around so that he could lay you on the bed.
“God, I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve gotta fuck you.”
You giggle at him struggling and rushing to take off his sweatshirt, sweatpants, and boxers. When he’s finished, he’s already helping you with removing your t-shirt off, exposing every inch of your body.
“God, so pretty,” he mumbles.
With the way Yoongi was looking at you, you knew that tonight was going to be one of those nights where your limits were definitely going to be tested.
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Random fun question: What would an unwilling Mawis roadtrip look like? Because I like forcing them into situations and have them realize that they can get along and I'm on a long car ride right now scrolling through tumblr :D
oh hello what a cute idea! i think you're long out of your car ride by now, sorry it took a while but i Do have Thoughts about this!
i believe i've caught @phantomwritr talk about a roadtrip fic before. i haven't read it yet, so here are my own thoughts!
i absolutely love love forced proximity and i think this would work really well. the first thing i'd think is in the entire history of us au of red bull!lewis and max being forced on a marketing trip. or maybe merc!max and lewis being forced together. that'd be... logical, i presume?
but for their current situations.
i think the hardest of everything is figuring out why they're in that car together. why they agreed to do a roadtrip together. 'it's good for PR' yes but why exactly?. the one thing i can think of that they have in common is the puma sponsorship? at least some years back.
putting that aside though. so, they're in the car together driving from a to b. i think max would start out bothered by default because of his intrinsic hatred to any marketing related shenanigans. lewis would overcompensate a bit to lift the mood and keep it fun. gradually, this will shift in them genuinely having fun together because max isn't a grumpy man at heart and they just have a similar sense of humour.
i'd assume whoever planned for them to have this roadtrip just installed some cameras inside the car. and not to have, like, this whole-ass camera crew following them. this gets important later on.
max is a bit of an oversharer, so he'll definitely be free n talk with lewis about his dad and everything. about the many many roadtrips to and from italy the two shared, the good and the bad. max puts on some old tunes and lewis is like ??? you know these lyrics?? you weren't even a Thought when this song came out. i was middle aged by then! and they joke and laugh about it.
lewis will, at certain pit stops, buy fruits and veggies and talk about roscoe or himself, about the struggles in the sport, but also about how he loves it. max will listen to when lewis talks about mission 44 and almave and max, as someone who loooves a drink, will vouch to try it.
i would love love it if this roadtrip required hotels and places to stay for the night. like them driving from florida to austin or nevada for the grand prix. maybe the same as lando/oscar did in that jack daniels video.
so, then, it's suuper easy to weave a 'there's only one bed' into it. i wouldn't start with it, since they still have to get used to spending so much time with each other like they've never done before. but gradually after having spent a few days together non-stop, they would for sure make only a small problem of the one bed. like oh nooo whatever shall we do. and lewis is too polite to ask for a different room and max interprets this as 'well, he has no problem with it, why should i?' which gets them to accept the double room. then, naturally, this can go one of two ways: they end up cuddling and make a bit of a joke about it and all is fine and wholesome, or one of them wakes up hard and the other takes care of it <3
so the cameras. max and lewis are getting closer together but they can't show all of this. the fast progression of their bond is nice, and esp after they've slept together/jerked each other off/kissed/whatever, they can't just... be touchy. so suddenly there'll be things like 'oh no the camera broke!' (cue editor seeing a shot of max literally turning the thing off) and they'll have sex/make out in the car.
maybe something Bad will happen too, like both of them being under pressure of making it to austin/nevada before a certain deadline and if they don't, they're fucked. the batteries in their phones aren't charged enough or they don't have data and something happens to the car. max's emotions will skyrocket with stress and frustrations and 'they should've let me get the plane for fuck's sake' and lewis will be a bit hurt like, i thought we had a fun time? but then all of it gets solved in time and max's emotions are normal again and lewis is like hm. you would've preferred the plane? and max is like, uh yeah way faster. and lewis is like, hm well i got to say i don't mind this as much as i thought i would. and max is like oh shit no no i mean i'm having fun with you! i'd have let you join me on the plane. and then all is well again.
overall i'd think they'd very early on have a relatively good time together bc they're both kindhearted people in my opinion. they just don't know each other all too well and have to get used to being so close so much for so long. yeah i think this would be a very fun fic to read, actually. nice nice. thank you for the question, love! <3
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The Boy Next Door: The Heartbreak Prince Pt.1
A human AU of the RK boys.
Parings: Human!Sixty / Female Reader
Rating: Explicit/ NSWF 18+
Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: One line of implied underage drug use/the dirty mind of Sixty (smut free chapter)
Summary: He’s a skater boy and you said see ya later boy.
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There was a little girl that lived next door to Sixty. Their paths didn’t cross much, save for a handful of times. The first instance was when they were toddlers and he was minding his own business, building a sandcastle in his front yard. She strolled on by all smiles in a sparkling pink tutu with her legs carrying her like she didn’t quite enjoy the cumbersome layers of her outfit.
Behind him was his dad, Hank, chatting away the new neighbors with what was mostly gibberish to a three year old Sixty. She tried to say hello, her clumsy footfalls causing her to trip and crush the sandcastle he was trying so hard to build. He didn’t remember much beyond that, probably some screaming involving two toddlers and exasperated parents.
It was his last year in high school, some test or assignment was likely due and all that mattered to him in the moment were the harsh and angry lyrics of his favorite band blasting across an arena. His body moved to the music, his feet jumping enthusiastically as sweat dripped from his brow and neck. The floor was filled with dancing bodies as far as the eye could see and in the mess of stage lights and blurred people, he caught sight of his neighbor not too far from him.
Over a decade of polite greetings with her and he knew next to nothing about her. What he did know was that his eighteen year old brain exploded when he saw her looking like a skater boy’s wet dream, rocking out to tunes he knew by heart. It blew his mind because because at school, she was Miss Americana, strutting around in a tight cheerleading uniform, probably smelling like apple pie and vanilla ice cream.
He did a double take, crossing off everything he recognized about her and sure enough, it was the girl next door. What was Detroit High’s homecoming queen, class president, and captain of the cheerleading squad doing at some raging, sweat filled punk fest?
Sixty caught himself staring at her like a lovesick moron when she passed by him in the school hallways, her hips swaying in that classic blue, gold and white uniform. He never noticed it before, her accent pieces: black nails, skull earrings and bracelets with metal studs. Even her laugh was cute, with a little flirty edge that made his heart leap between his ribs. That sweet melody was of course, caused by none other than her football captain boyfriend, Anthony. Some stereotypes never changed.
And that girl next door?
Your twin sister.
No, hah!
Sixty wished you had a twin sister. Maybe he’d take her back to your house, fuck her in her bedroom and hoped to god you could hear how good he was from the room over. The fleeting fantasy summoned the most bizarre and intense threesome dream of his life and worst of all, you didn’t even have a twin.
Fuck, he was losing his mind.
After the concert, he saw you in a whole new light that wasn’t painting you with a broad brush of being a vapid and shallow portrait of Americana. Sure, you were always hot, but he didn’t pay any attention to the inner workings of the popular group. He had better things to do like making art, jamming to new tunes, and getting laid.
You were in two of his elective classes, art and music and somehow he never noticed. He normally sat in the back like he always did in all of his classes, making jokes with his best friend, Ralph, and scribbling drawings in a notebook. Time and time again, Hank got dragged to parent teacher conference after conference. None of the meetings would change Sixty, the stubborn boy was hardwired to be a bit of a rebel.
“Mr. Anderson, your son seems to have a problem with focusing. He simply won’t sit still.”
“Mr. Anderson, if I catch Caiden with this substance under the bleachers one more time…”
“Mr. Anderson. No, no. It’s good news this time. You’ve got a really talented son.”
That last one was rare. It went on and on, and honestly it wasn’t like Sixty was trying to get on his dad’s nerves, he wasn’t aiming to be a bad kid…he was just a little ADHD (a lot ADHD as he’d later figure out) and loved to challenge anyone who thought they had any authority over him. His motto, in the words of Rage Against the Machine was:
Fuck no, I won’t do what you tell me.
Art and music were the two classes where he’d been well behaved in and was really, really talented at. Some of his skateboard designs actually got featured in a local gallery. One rich guy even bought a framed copy of the full artwork! The proceeds of course, went straight to a bitching party with his bros.
The music stuff he mostly dabbled with cause he read somewhere that chicks really dug a man who could play a guitar. It mentioned something about the mystique it added and that the showcasing of raw talent was something the feminine mind could not resist. Come to think of it, he just realized how trashy that magazine must have been. Something must have been working because to his surprise, you were the first to approach him in art class.
“It’s Caiden right?” You asked.
“Sixty,” he corrected you. “Caiden’s what boring old dinosaurs call me.”
You weren’t really listening, your head nodding with a stray smile as the girl next him greeted you.
“I’m sorry, I definitely didn’t catch that,” you said sheepishly.
He felt the air rush out of of his lungs when you directed a bubblegum sweet smile back at him. How you managed to look like Miss America by day and wild rebel by night was beyond him. He ran his fingers through his messy locks of hair and wondered if he remembered to wash it either yesterday or this morning.
“My friends call me Sixty.”
“Oh! Cool,” the way you said it sounded polite, but also like you wanted to get this conversation over with. You made a finger motion at the pencil sharpener on his desk. “The sharpener on the wall is broken, is it alright if I borrow yours?”
He floundered like a fish out of water, mouth flapping before words left them.
“Y-yeah.”
“Thanks, Sixty.”
He couldn’t believe you said it! If cloud nine was a real thing, it would definitely be him lying on that pillowy fluff listening to your voice saying his name over and over, especially in the gentle and unintentionally sultry tone that you used.
“Sixty.”
Oh yeah, cloud nine.
A short beat elapsed before the voice sighed.
“Six.”
“Huh?” He replied, a little dazed.
“You alright dude? You’ve been standing at the top of this drop for forever man.”
A skateboard was tucked under his left foot, the heat of the sun had his skin drenched with sweat pooling down the front and back of his shirt. He was daydreaming about you again and totally blanked out on being at the skate park.
“Are you still thinking about that girl?” Ralph asked.
Sixty let out an exasperated sound, cradling his face in his palms. “I can’t get her out of my head. It’s like she’s got a spell on me. Every time I close my eyes I just see her.”
“Man, you’ve got it bad,” Ralph said while patting his bro on the back. “Have you tried talking to her? Like really talk to her, not some—“ his voice went up a few octaves. “Oh, Mr. Anderson, can I use your pencil sharpener?”
First off, he would kill to hear you call him Mr. Anderson. Second…
“Our paths barely even cross, we only have two classes together and-“
“Dude,” Ralph scoffed. “You live right next to her.”
“Fuck,” Sixty ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and took a deep breath. “Okay, yeah. I’ll try it.”
Ralph shifted a little and Sixty had known him long enough to know without looking that he was giving him a long, scrutinizing stare.
“Just don’t do that thing you always do,” he said. “Cause Anthony’s still her boyfriend and he would obliterate your ass.”
Bro code for: don’t be a little man whore and think with your heart instead of your dick. Easier said than done when it came to Sixty. If anything, it probably helped that your boyfriend was one hell of a beast.
“That is if she even falls for all of this,” Ralph gestured at him and snorted.
What cheer captain would be able to resist him in ripped jeans, a hole filled sorta white T-shirt and the grimiest set of converses a teenage boy could own? At least Sixty knew he had a good looking face cause there was a line of chicks dying to get in his pants and longer list of broken hearts he’d left behind.
Ralph didn’t give him a chance to respond, picking up his skateboard to take the plunge down the fifteen foot drop. Sixty straightened up, adjusted his helmet and grinned.
Yeah, he could do it.
He could make the jump.
The master plan could not possibly fail. He had dreamed up a scenario where he’d hang out in the music room until one day, you’d ultimately stroll through because you needed to practice. It was foolproof. A week elapsed and he felt more and more like some idiot trying to befriend a very unavailable girl until fate would have you pushing through the double doors of the practice room.
His back straightened, correcting his posture before going back to strumming his guitar. A quiet sob threw him off his melody. You must have come straight from a football game, your shoes still damp and marked with fresh grass.
“Are you…okay?” He asked.
You were taking in short little inhales like that would stem the waterfall pouring down your cheeks. It took a moment for you to register that there was someone else in the room and that he just asked you a question.
“I’m sorry, I — I thought this room would be empty.”
“I can go?” He replied and made motions to pack up his guitar.
“No, wait,” you stopped and smiled, your puffy tear stained eyes blinking away the salt. “Is that the song that I think it is?”
It was the same song playing in the background the night he saw you at the concert. He’d been trying to perfect it for weeks, not to impress you with it, but to get it out of his head since it had been playing in a nonstop loop after seeing you.
“You know it?” He casually asked.
“Know it? I love it.”
His fingers plucked away, continuing the melody. He hummed along to it, the lyrics slowly gaining in volume the more confident he got. Your voice joined his, quiet and shaky from crying but it got stronger until it sounded like a duet.
“Holy shit,” he said when the song ended. “You’ve got a beautiful voice.”
“Thanks,” you replied and took a seat next to him. “What else do you know?”
It became a routine, you’d leave cheerleading practice to chill with him, sing together, let him scribble on your book covers, and he never asked you why you came running into the music room crying. He caught hints of the sadness that swirled beneath the veneer of your perfect life. Familial expectations weighed on your shoulders and recently, you expressed your unhappiness with the jokes about you and Anthony voted most likely to get married. Which was a bit strange to Sixty since you were both prom king and queen.
Did it mean there was trouble in paradise? A chip in the high school sweetheart cliche where he could weasel his way into your heart? He could hear Ralph’s voice scolding him when he fantasized about being the guy to sweep up the broken pieces of your heart.
“Just don’t do that thing you always do.”
It was just a fantasy of a horny teenager, he reasoned and a temptation that was stemmed by the slump in your shoulders and your worn out sighs. He didn’t ask you about Anthony, wanting to avoid all conversations about the muscly hunk that always had his annoying arm slung over your shoulders. The time in the music room was meant to be decompression time. It was where he thought you were the most honest, raw…stunning.
In your worst days, his shoulder was yours to lean on. He was the kind of guy who’s mouth always ran uncensored but on those dark days, he ignored what his heart wanted. Sixty sat with you in silence, his fingers threading through your hair. You poured your heart out to a guy who was nothing more than a stranger for years and he had never felt more undeserving of your attention.
How could he when you were so fucking perfect?
One glance at you and he couldn’t find a single hair out of place, your uniform always freshly pressed and a report card that would put his to shame. No one would suspect the cheer captain being worn and tired. You were all smiles outside of this little window of time with him. Still, it bothered him that the pressure was enough to make you crack.
“Do you ever get tired of being perfect?” He asked one day.
The look you gave him made his heart lurch and instantly regret his big fat mouth opening with such a dumb question.
“W-what do you mean?” You asked.
“Shit. I mean — you came in here crying when we first met and you’ve got this look on your face lately.”
You sighed, “We’ve met a long time ago, Sixty.”
He didn’t really count toddler tantrums and pencil sharpener borrowing to be proper introductions but that was not his point.
“My point is…something’s been bothering you and…uh, I’m here for you, whenever you need it.”
Your lips broke into a smile, a real one and Sixty wanted nothing more than to spend a lifetime trying to see it. He did eventually learn what what was going on in your bubblegum paradise when Anthony shoved him against a locker later.
“What the f-“
“Stay away from my girlfriend. You got me?” He snarled at Sixty.
“Anthony, stop,” you interrupted.
The grip on Sixty’s shirt collar tightened before he dropped him back down. Anthony turned to face you with a scowl.
“You’re supposed to be on my side, baby,” Anthony snarled.
“You don’t have the right to call me that anymore. Not after you’ve spent every practice flirting with the girls in my squad,” you said. Your hand fell on one hip and Sixty swore he’d never seen a hotter angry chick. “Which, by the way, the girls are my friends and we rally together. They think you’re disgusting so you can forget about hooking up with any of them.”
“W-wait, babe.”
“Shut up. We’re done.”
As it would turn out, suddenly being single didn’t make you available to Sixty. It was unusual for him but he kinda liked not having to deal with the drama of one time flings, a part of him hoping for more if he could get it. After graduation, summer felt like a fever dream, with you laid out on his bed beside him — as friends — talking about your day, hopes, and dreams.
Despite being platonic for the summer, sometimes he got insanely mixed message from you. Your bedrooms were across the way from each other and your blinds had always been drawn when you wanted privacy. But occasionally, his window would be open and you could see him practicing music or just blasting it while he drew.
“No way…” Sixty murmured, his jaw practically hitting the floor.
Your blinds were wide open, your lamp on and he got an eyeful of you disrobing with your back to the window. First it was your shirt to go flying in what he assumed was your bed or laundry hamper and then — your bra.
He gulped. “Fuck.”
Maybe you didn’t remember that your blinds were open, so he, against all odds, decided to be a good man and left his room. The fifth time it happened though, he got a little suspicious and finally had the nerve to watch. Nothing else ever happened between you two and you never asked him if he’d seen anything. He was a bit thrown off when summer was over and you both remained friends, just friends.
You were headed off, bags fully packed to leave Detroit and he was staying to attend a local community college with a dream of opening his own skate shop one day. On your last afternoon together you were on his bed, flipping through the pages of a yearbook with Sixty teasing you since you were in so many sections.
“Oh, look at that,” you pointed to a photo of him. “You got voted most likely to be a future Picasso, that’s so sweet.”
He saw your frown when there was a title for ‘most likely to marry their high school sweetheart’ under your face.
“That’s messed up, they should have said you’d be most likely to succeed,” he suggested.
You waved it off with a scoff and shut the book, a sign even Sixty could recognize meant it was time to change the subject.
“So uh, which fancy school are you headed off to again?” He asked.
You laughed, he always had a knack for listening to some things and tuning out others. He shouldn’t have been surprised to hear your answer when you said it. After all, you were a valedictorian, graduated summa cum laude. You didn’t look so amused when he snickered at the ‘cum’ part during graduation.
“I’m going to Harvard.”
“Shit, really? That’s…that’s a long, long drive,” he sighed and ran his hands nervously through his long wavy locks.
You leaned into him, playfully knocking shoulders with him, your hand stroking the bit of paint caught on his shirt sleeve. The motions immediately relaxed him, his elbows spreading wider into the mattress to lean more into your touch. His eyes had shut for a moment, more than soothed with your arm over his. A part of him knew where you were going. He imagined if he didn’t really hear it, then it wouldn’t hang over his head all summer.
“You could always come with me? I’ll bet there are community colleges there that’d you’d like.”
Brown eyes snapped open upon your suggestion and panned across your face. Your voice sounded as defeated as he looked. He wanted to, god, he would. Especially, when you gave him big sad eyes like that. It was tempting, but he knew his roots were in Detroit and it’d tear him apart to see you go.
“Consider me voted most likely to run away with you,” he joked.
He saw you off to your car, his hands nervously fidgeting with the junk in his pockets. Sixty hated bittersweet partings and bit back tears as his arms wrapped around your smaller frame one last time. You kissed him on the cheek, watched his face go bright red before laughing wickedly and he almost wondered if you learned that wickedness from him.
“I can’t let you have all the fun without me, you’ll text me right?” You teased him while he sputtered like a fool.
“Y-yeah, of course!”
“I’m gonna miss you, Six.”
“Yeah…me too.”
He waved you off when you got into your vehicle, his smile falling when you finally left the neighborhood. There was a chance he’d never see you again and he’d never felt dumber for wasting the time that could have been if only he was a more curious neighbor.
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“Yo Sixty, the new designs are fucking dope! They’re selling like hot cakes!”
A hand roughly grabbed his shoulder and shook it proudly.
“Thanks, Ralph,” he replied.
He was at a skate shop, surrounded by dozens of boards, sixty, to be exact. The designs were all his and he’d never been prouder of having managed to scrape enough savings to open his own store. His creations were on shirts, prints and stickers and some of them were already sold out. Hank must have taken a million photos with the sign out front: Sixty Designs.
“I’m so proud of you Caiden,” Hank said the moment he got back into the store.
“Dad.” Sixty pouted at him like he was a ten year old boy again and not a man in his mid 20s.
“Absolutely not. I am not calling you by that dumb nickname,” Hank replied.
“You mean dope as hell! It’s in the shop name,” Sixty boasted.
“Off the table, son.”
The bell to the front door rang and instead of a pleasing chime, a sick guitar riff announced your arrival. It startled you at first, a soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips.
“Hi,” you greeted him.
It was you, standing in his store with a bubblegum sweet smile on your face. You’ve changed since he last saw you, a little less Americana meets punk rebel and more like a fully put together woman who had her life in order. But one thing certainly didn’t change and it was how hard his heart hammered in your presence. He returned your smile with a rather starstruck one of his own.
“Hi.”
#my writing#detroit become human#dbh fanfic#reader insert#dbh sixty#rk800 60#sixty x reader#reader x sixty#rk800 60 x reader#the boy next door
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title Not His Type
rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content
word count 4,800+
warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks
author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*
summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.
“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”
“How could someone be such a bitch?”
“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”
There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.
No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.
His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.
Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.
Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.
To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.
To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.
With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”
The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.
“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”
“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.
“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”
You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.
“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”
“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”
“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.
You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.
With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.
He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.
Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.
Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.
“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.
“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.
“Hey, what the fu—”
“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.
“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”
He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.
“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”
“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.
“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”
Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…
“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.
“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”
The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.
“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.
“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.
Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.
“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.
“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”
Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.
“Wanna try me?”
You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.
The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.
His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.
“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.
Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.
Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.
You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.
Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.
Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.
You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.
Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’
Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.
He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.
Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.
“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.
His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.
Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.
You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.
And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.
He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.
He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.
Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.
“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.
Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.
“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.
You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.
“Fuck my throat.”
The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.
His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”
The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.
Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.
He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that.
“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”
Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.
“That was...”
“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.
It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.
“Never in a million years.”
His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.
It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.
“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.
“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.
He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.
His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.
“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”
“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.
“Mm, what else baby?”
Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.
The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.
“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.
“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”
You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.
“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.
The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.
“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”
Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.
“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.
“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”
His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.
It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.
You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.
“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”
Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.
“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.
“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”
The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.
“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.
Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.
No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.
“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.
“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.
The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.
The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.
“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.
“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.
He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.
“You’re not really my type.”
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dirty reflection || hvc x reader
Summary: fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)
Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: this is for @junsol happy birthday tiff!!
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“Tell me!”
“No!”
“Please!”
“No, I’m too embarrassed!”
You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Vernon, but you were determined not to break.
“Please, baby?” he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.
You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Vernon let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.
“Fine, then I guess we won’t have sex at all.”
“What?”
You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.
“You heard me.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re bluffing.”
“No,” he insisted, doubling down. “If you won’t tell me what you want, we won’t have sex until you do.”
“You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good.”
“I thought I did,” he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.
“You do!”
Vernon raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.
“But not this!”
The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Vernon wasn’t home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn’t an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.
He hadn’t meant to pry. He had just gotten home from rehearsal and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren’t around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn’t need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Sloane was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn’t have been reading your private messages, but he couldn’t stop himself.
s: you should just tell him
y/n: idk how to bring it up
s: it’s not that hard
y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?
s: bitch yes
s: I don’t want to talk to your bf about your sex life
y/n: vernon knows you though! You could just sneak it into conversation casually yk?
s: i’m not telling him you want to be-
That was as far as he got before you walked back into the room and he slammed the laptop shut in panic, looking like you’d just caught him watching porn- which to be fair, you had done a number of times before.
Before you could say anything, or even process what had just happened, Vernon flipped it around on you.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Your brain still hadn’t processed the situation so you furrowed your brow in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean-”
“Why are you talking to Sloane about our sex life?” he demanded. It finally clicked. “And what about it is so terrible about it that you don’t want to tell me yourself?”
“There’s nothing terrible about it!” you assured him.
“Then what?” His face was starting to turn red like it did whenever he got worked up. “Have you been faking-”
“No!" You could feel your face starting to heat up as well at the implication. “We were just talking about a dumb fantasy of mine, that’s all.”
And that’s what led you to where you were now, staring each other down over the edge of the couch, daring the other to be the first to break. The room was still filled with tension, but there had been a shift in context.
Vernon’s eyes were dark and nearly unreadable in the dim light of your living room.
“You’re really not going to fuck me until I tell you?” you asked. He nodded again in earnest, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “But what do I get out of telling you?”
He gave you a look like it should have been obvious. “We’re going to do it.”
You hesitated. “What if you’re not into it?”
He shrugged and brushed off the possibility. “I’m into whatever you’re into.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I promise,” Vernon said and pressed a kiss to your lips as if to seal it. “I’m not going to judge whatever it is you want me to do to you. No matter how gross it is.”
You scoffed and swatted at him, but he dodged your hand easily.
“I can’t stand you,” you muttered.
“Oh, is that why you’re always kneeling for me?”
“Do you want me to tell you or not?”
The smirk fell from his face as he hastily cleared his throat and beckoned for you to continue.
“You know that mirror we have in our bedroom?” you asked.
Vernon nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth as if he had an idea about where this was going.
“I’ve always wanted to cockwarm you while we sit in front of it.”
Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear now. He had you right where he wanted you.
“Is that all?” he asked.
“I mean, pretty much, yeah.”
“Pretty much?” The next part you mumbled under your breath. “What was that?” Vernon asked, leaning over the couch so that he could hear you.
“Yes,” you bit out and clenched your jaw in a pathetic sort of pout.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Okay, get up.”
“What, why?”
“I’ve got some lyrics to work over. You can keep my cock warm while I do that.”
“Right now?”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?”
“It-it is.”
“Then get up.”
You did as you were told and stood up from your spot on the sofa, watching as Vernon grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and began dragging it behind him.
“Why-”
“I don’t want to ruin our armchair,” he said as an explanation and jerked his head in the direction of your bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.
The mirror in your bedroom was one of your favorite things in the house. It sat on the floor leaned up against the wall with a large ornate frame encompassing it. It was almost taller than you, and weighed about sixty pounds. Its gold paint was chipping in the corners and it was a bit scuffed up, but it was still the best find you’d ever made at the antique fair and you stood by that. You still remembered carrying it home the day you bought it. Vernon had filmed the process instead of helping, watching you struggle with the newspaper-wrapped package through the screen on his phone with a smug grin on his face the entire time.
Vernon set the chair on the floor in front of the mirror and began to strip, pulling off his hoodie first before shimmying out of his joggers. You followed in suit by unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped out of it and went for your shirt next, yanking it over your head. Your hands went for the clasp of your bra after that before thinking twice.
“Do you want my bra off or-”
He seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. “Leave it on.”
You nodded and dropped your hands back by your side, watching him grab his notebook from the desk and settle on the chair. He was completely naked now, and you were left in just your underwear, a scene you both were intimately familiar with.
He spat into his palm and took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times before you stopped him.
“Let me,” you offered, kneeling on the floor in front of him.
He groaned and handed over control easily. You grinned to yourself before taking him in your mouth. You knew he’d never pass up an opportunity to have you suck him off.
You worked slowly, taking your time, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard on your tongue. Vernon gripped your hair with one hand and clutched his notebook with the other. He fought to keep his eyes open, to keep his head upright. In the mirror he could see the back of your head bobbing up and down on his lap, the expanse of your back, every scar, freckle, and mole he’d seen a thousand times before but now from a different angle.
You hollowed out your cheeks and took him to the back of your throat, trying not to laugh when you heard him curse.
“Stop,” he breathed out, pulling you off of him by your hair. “You’re a menace.”
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled. “Thank you.”
He glared at you for a moment before flicking his gaze downwards.
“I’d ask if you want me to return the favor, but I don’t think I need to.” He reached out to prove his point and brushed a couple fingers over your panties, ignoring the way you trembled as he did. He held his hand up to you to show you the wetness gathered on his pointer and index before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. “You’re plenty wet already.”
You suppressed a moan and pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.
Vernon didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted next. You slipped out of your panties and tossed them to the side. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you straddled him and lined yourself up. You both sighed as you sank down onto his cock. He kissed you deeply, winding a hand through hair and moaning your name. You let your head rest against his shoulder and tried not to rock your hips forward. Your boyfriend was having similar issues, hips stuttering underneath you, head falling back in pleasure.
“H-hansol,” you gasped.
“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth. You clenched around him involuntarily and whined. “What did I just say?”
“Sorry, can’t help it.”
He took a deep breath and began flipping through the pages of his notebook. You craned your neck to look back at your reflection in the mirror, smiling weakly at the sight. Vernon had an arm slung loosely around your waist still. His cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Your ass was on full display at this angle, but you didn’t mind. You knew it was your boyfriend’s favorite view anyway, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you could see why.
The way you were seated on his lap made it look like you could have just been cuddling. The reflection didn’t show Vernon’s cock buried deep inside your pussy and your breathing had slowed to somewhat of a normal pace.
Vernon began to hum to himself and you turned your attention back to him, admiring how he looked while he was concentrating. His eyelashes were so fucking long, it was something you had always been jealous of. The light filtering into the room made them look blond and you thought back to all of the colors he had dyed his hair before.
It was brown now, with remnants of the previous black still fading, but he had gone blond once before. You still remembered how shocked you had been when he came home from the salon that day.
You were doing so good. You were relaxing comfortably, lost in your own thoughts, when Vernon moved for the first time. He was just scratching his ankle, but the sudden movement made you yelp.
“Don’t do that!” you cried.
“What, this?” he asked and bent down to scratch his ankle again.
“Yes, that,” you growled.
“Why not?”
“You know why.”
“What about this?”
He leaned back and stretched his arms above his head.
“That’s worse!” you hissed.
“Sorry.”
“No you’re not.” He just shrugged and tossed his notebook on the bed. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“Could use a break,” he replied simply, “and it’s hard to focus with distractions.”
The last part was pointed at you and you narrowed your eyes.
“I have been perfectly still.”
“Yeah, but your... impatience is, well, physical.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re soaking, love.”
You looked down at Vernon’s lap and suddenly realized what he meant. Your arousal was quite literally dripping onto his thighs and the chair beneath you. That was why he didn’t want to use the armchair. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and buried your head in your boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Fuck, I’m sorry!”
He chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “Don’t be! I know you can’t help it, and it’s honestly really fucking hot.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“No,” he promised and shook his head adamantly. “I like that I have this effect on you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.”
“I know.”
“So this fantasy of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “How does it end?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“You.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”
“Whatever you want.”
“I get to pick how it ends?”
“Mhm. I usually leave it up to the imagination so it’s open-ended.”
“You mean when you masturbate to it you cum before it ends so you lose interest?” Vernon clarified.
“Maybe.”
“I know you,” he said cockily.
“And like I said, you know what I like.”
“I like to think I do.”
“So tell me what to do.”
“You just like being bossed around.”
“And what about it?”
“Brat,” he spat.
“Bitch.”
Vernon smiled and jerked his hips the slightest bit, making you whimper. “Stand up.”
You tried not to show your disappointment, but did as you were told and stood up, wincing at the empty feeling that followed.
“Just for a minute, baby,” he assured you. “Turn around.”
You turned so that you were facing the mirror and let yourself be pulled back onto your boyfriend’s lap. He slid his cock back inside of you almost immediately and praised you for taking it so well.
“I thought you should see yourself,” he whispered against your shoulder.
You moaned, only able to nod in agreement. You were positioned at a bit of an angle now since you were facing forward, but any discomfort you felt evaporated when Hansol kissed the back of your neck. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.
“Look at you,” he murmured as he urged you to start riding him, “fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.”
“Fuck, Hansol.”
You forced yourself to look at your reflection, straining your neck so that you could see clearly. You made eye contact with yourself only to see a stranger stared back at you. The person in the mirror looked like a fucking pornstar, tits out, legs spread, but also fucked out of their mind.
“Feels so good,” you panted.
“I know, baby, I know.”
Vernon brought a hand down to your clit and started to rub in circular motions, a clue that he was getting close. Your legs were shaking at this point and you could feel your own orgasm starting to creep up on you as he slammed into you from behind.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” Vernon grunted.
You met his eyes in the reflection and gave a weak smile. “I know.”
“Fuck, y/n!” He came suddenly with a moan of your name. You watched in the mirror as his eyes screwed up and his whole body tensed underneath you.
“Can I- can I cum?” you begged, not even sure if you’d be able to hold out if he said no.
A mere nod of his head was all it took for you to tip over the edge. Vernon weakly fucked you through it, still riding the end of his own high.
“So good for me,” he managed in broken breaths.
You arched your back against his chest as you came, mumbling profanities the entire time. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch yourself fall apart, but you only caught glimpses.
You collapsed back against Vernon as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, gasping for breath like you had just finished running a marathon.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Vernon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you could find the energy to care.
“Of course.”
You let yourself relax against his body for another moment, observing your reflections in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, but so was Vernon’s. Hickeys were already beginning to bloom on your neck and shoulders, reminders to follow you in the days ahead.
Your eyes wandered up to meet your boyfriend’s, who was already gazing at you tenderly. You shared a brief look and smirked at each other.
“Round two?”
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jaehyun x reader
description. A relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. There wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.
genre. ANGST, college!au, enemies(?) to lovers, dancer!reader x barista!jaehyun
word count. 7k~
warnings. toxic relationship, im so sorry i had to make jaehyun a bad boy here BUT IT HAS A GOOD ENDING I SWEAR
a/n. hihiii so this fic is basically based on using lyrics of a song to form a story and for mine ill be using boyfriend by ariana grande so hope youll enjoyy! please check out the other stories by the other authors here too!!
“I don't wanna be too much
But I don't wanna miss your touch
And you don't seem to give a fuck”
It’s been weeks. Weeks since I’ve talked to Jaehyun. Weeks since I’ve made any form of interaction with him. Weeks since I had his body close to mine.
He’s been ignoring me and yet I still can never guess why. I saw him walking out of his Psychology class today. I put my foot down, determined to settle on the decision that I just have to force it out of him instead of floating around mindlessly trying to dissect and figure out his weird attitude.
He walked down the hallway, bag lazily hung on one shoulder. He wore his black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His messy and unkept hair bouncing in the air with each step he took. It meant that he’s had a bad morning. I knew him long enough to know that if he doesn’t put effort into looking good then it meant that he wasn’t having any of it. I did think twice before approaching him. But he has left me in the dust for too long for me to handle.
“Jaehyun.” I said with a firm voice, running up to him and grabbing his arm tightly. He stopped in his tracks, his head turning slowly as his eyes trailed from my grip and to me. “What?” Jaehyun asked, sounding annoyed with his brows furrowed and narrowed eyes.
“What? That’s all you have to say?” I jerked my head forward, copying his same expression except that mine was intensified with how arrogant is What sounded. “Three fucking weeks. And that’s all you have to say?”
Jaehyun shook his arm to get off of my grip. Due to the force of his strength, I stumbled back slightly. He folded his arms, hands hugging his waist as he glanced down with a sigh and looked at me. “What do you want me to say?”
I scoffed loudly, running a hand filled with frustration through my hair. I adjusted my tote bag on my shoulder before standing firm and upright in my spot.
“An explanation on why the fuck you’re ignoring me would be nice, you know.” Jaehyun smacked his lips, almost in an awkward manner. But he kept silent for at least ten seconds, just staring down at me.
“I have nothing to explain.” Jaehyun finally let out dryly. But in a way it sounded like he was mad. My pupils flared. Rage was starting to build up in me while he kept up his nonchalant attitude. Jaehyun shoved his hands in his sweatpants and walked off. I would have stopped him, but I chose not to.
I didn’t want to annoy too much if I asked him again. All I wanted was to know why he kept ignoring me all this time. But it seemed like he didn’t care. Like he was able to erase me cleanly out of his life, ignoring me completely. He avoided my glances in class, he acted as if he didn’t hear anything when I called out to him and he’d walk past me casually as if nothing between us happened.
I stood there, staring at his back as his figure started to get smaller and further till he turned a corner and disappeared. I balled a fist in my hand, squeezing it so tight that my fingernails made an impression on my skin and having red marks on my palm.
To be honest, as much as I was mad at him, I missed him a whole lot more. I missed having his arms around me, I missed his whispers, I missed my fingers running through his soft locks. I missed his touch. I didn’t know I could be this touch-deprived till he ignored me. I walked back to my dorm, specifically Mark’s so that I could let off some steam.
“Wait like actually?” Mark shouted from the kitchen while he took out the large tub of strawberry ice cream and watermelon slices from the fridge.
I screamed into the pillow more, digging my face into it till I finally lifted my head up and took in a deep breath, turning my head sharply to Mark. “Yeah. Can you believe it?!” I shouted back, watching Mark bringing the desserts and taking a seat next to me. I shoved the pillow beside me and slumped into the couch with folded arms.
“I never thought he’d do something like that. He’s always been kind to me. And everyone.” Mark commented, picking up and watermelon slice and munching on it with a dreamy sigh. I huffed, grabbing the ice cream angrily and picking up the spoon, shoving it in forcefully to take a spoonful and eating it. “Not to me apparently.” I said with rolled eyes.
“We were completely fine before. I don’t know what happened and that’s what’s driving me insane!” I groaned out. After forcing Mark to get me ice cream, I thought my anger would subside at least a tiny bit. But having Jaehyun running circles in my mind has done it for me. Isn’t mind Jaehyun suppose to be the tired one here?
“Ah wait!” I alerted Mark, gaping my mouth open as I quickly turned my head to him. Mark does the same with raised brows. “Huh what? You know why he’s ignoring you?” Mark tilted his head and leaned in with curiosity.
I shook my head furiously, making Mark backed his head till his double chin showed. “Then what?”
“The dance assignment! Shit I forgot! Did you start?” I dropped the tub in my lap amd slapped Mark’s thigh vigorously, starting to get panicky as I remembered the assignment I’m suppose to pass up in a month’s time. Mark gave a half-shrug. “I’m doing solo for this one. Have you not started?”
“No! Urgh I can’t do solos. Is there anyone that wants a duet?” Mark puckered his lips, tilting his head up as he thought about it for a moment. “How about Taeyong?” He suggested. I looked at him with disbelief.
“Um hello? It’s Lee Taeyong. I’m pretty sure he’s doing solo. Even if he were to do a duet, all the girls would be fighting for the spot next to him.” I reached forward to pick up a watermelon slice and shoving it in my mouth despite the fact that I still had a little ice cream in my mouth.
“You never know. Just ask him next practice.” I let out a quiet ‘tsk’ I stared down at the table while I slowly chewed and swallowed all the food in my mouth. At least now I had something to do that can hopefully get my mind off Jaehyun.
“And I might not be the one for you
But you ain't about to have no boo.”
During dance theory in the lecture hall, I kept my eyes on Taeyong, who was sitting in the center a few rows lower than me. I rested my chin on the palm of my hand, head facing him and I pondered about how I can master up the courage to talk to him.
He’s the best dancer among all dance majors. From techniques to theory, he’s gotten perfect scores every time. It felt somewhat wrong for me to talk to someone of a high status like that. And of course his talent and visuals has had girls swooning over him for years.
I snapped back to reality when I reallse everyone started to pack and stand up from their seat. I blinked my eyes rapidly as I looked around before turning back to Taeyong, heaving a sigh as I notice him still standing there. I quickly packed up my things, slinging my tote bag on and rushing down the flight of stairs to where Taeyong was.
I was now standing in front of him, his bright red hair standing out while he kept his eyes on his things while packing up. “Taeyong?” I called out softly, bending forward. He finally lifted his head up. “Hi?” He asked, questionably.
“Um I was wondering what you’re planning to do for the assignment.” Taeyong glanced sideways before meeting my eyes. As I stared at him, I really now could see why all girls fall in love with him. I’ve never seem to notice since I’ve always been caught up with Jaehyun.
“Actually I’m-”
“It’s fine if you have another person to do duet with you. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of options and that’s totally fine I understand-”
“I didn’t even finish my sentence.” Taeyong cut me off with a light chuckle, a small smile forming on his face. He was so attractive. “Oh right sorry.” I blurted out, turning my head to the side and rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
“I was saying that I haven’t thought about what I wanted to do yet.” Taeyong stood up, holding his bag in his fingers with the handle. He was so close to me and I got extremely terrified with his height. Though the gap difference wasn’t much. I guess I’m just intimidated by his presence. “Mark recommended that we should team up.” I finally let out, forcing myself to not beat around the bush anymore to get this done and over with.
Taeyong’s smile got a whole lot brighter and bigger till his eyes form a thin line. “Sure! Been doing solos too much and you’re quite good.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Firstly, he said yes. Secondly, he noticed me dance before? I mean of course we saw everyone dancing but I never imagined Taeyong to actually look at me dances.
“Wait really?! Oh my God thank you! Um so do you have any classes after this?” I bounced on the ball of my feet excitedly, a smile unconsciously forming on my lips. Taeyong shook his head. “You want to start today?” I nodded my head eagerly.
“Alright. Let’s head to the dance studio. We only have one month left.”
Due to the limited time we had, it forced Taeyong and I to have dance practices almost everyday, particularly every night. We’d either use the dance studio and his own one out of campus that wasn’t far away. I started to bond with Taeyong more and more, realising how sweet and soft he was despite looking so intimidating at first. I liked the time I spent with Taeyong. He was able to make it fun for us even though we’d be laying on the floor dying by the end.
One practice, Taeyong and I just finished cleaning up our choreography that Taeyong was expertly able to come up by the third practice. It became normal for us to just lay down, arms and legs spread out on the floor as we stared up at the ceiling and let out loud and heavy breathing be heard.
That is, until my phone rang.
“You should get that.” Taeyong rolled over, his stomach on the floor while he kept his upper body up with the support of his elbows and forearm on the floor. I sighed, frowning. “I can’t be bothered to move.” The phone’s been ringing for minutes now.
Taeyong chuckled and stood up after taking in a deep breath, reaching his hand out to my bag and sliding me my phone. “Thanks.” I muttered as Taeyong sat down beside our bags to grab his drink.
I looked at the caller, instantly sitting up straight when I reallsed it’s Jaehyun. My sudden actions caused Taeyong to let out a, “Who’s calling?” I assumed he examined my shocked expression after asking that as I kept my eyes on the phone, Jaehyun’s name bolden on my screen.
I then remembered the fact that I blocked his contact a few months back and it had a time limit on it. And I guess the limit ended today.
“I’m picking up the call. And if I start screaming, you might want to run. Cause’ I’m about to get a lil bit psychotic.” Despite my warning, Taeyong let out a humorous laugh, nodding his head in response. “Alright, alright.” He said, waving his hand out lazily as a way to say, “Now go pick up the call.”
One click of a button and I brought my phone up to my ear, hearing Jaehyun’s heavy breathing. “Where the fuck are you?” His voice was low and deep, one filled with anger, but not the shouting kind. “I’m at a dance studio...?”
“Yeah and with who?” Jaehyun growled. I turned my head to the mirror, seeing Taeyong looking at my back. “With Taeyong. So what?” I questioned him, wanting to sound nonchalant.
Jaehyun scoffed in amusement. “At two in the morning?! You serious right now?!” His voice raised with each word, he was now screaming and I began to get scared. “How’s this your problem?! I’m practicing for my assignment with Taeyong. What the hell did you think I was doing!” I couldn’t help but shout back, wanting to fight and top his level of rage and anger. I had the right to be mad since he ignored me for so long. But for him to suddenly care about what I do and who I’m with? That wasn’t going to cut it for me.
“I don’t give a damn. I’m picking you up right now. Tell me your location.”
“No! We’re not done practicing!” I lied, groaning as I leaned forward and placed a hand on my forehead to cover my eyes.
“Practice another day-”
I didn’t notice Taeyong creeping up behind me, flinching when I felt his hand on my wrist, pulling my phone away from my ear. He snatched it out of my grip and held the phone to his ear. “You heard her. We’re still practicing. I don’t why you’re so worked up. But you can speak with her tomorrow. Have a good night now.” Taeyong sounded extremely professional, proceeding to end the call and handing my phone back.
“You didn’t have to...” Taeyong sat down beside me and sighed, the two of us now facing the mirror as we stared at ourselves. “I didn’t want you to go psychotic.” He joked, making me laugh slightly, though it hurt my core due to the physical training we did before actually practicing.
“Is that your boyfriend or something?” He sounded curious. I kept silent, looking up as I try to phrase who Jaehyun was to me. But I ended up with no answer. “I don’t know. We’re just... complicated.” I whispered. “Let’s not talk about Jaehyun. I’m getting sick of it.”
Absentmindedly, or perhaps not, I laid my head slowly onto Taeyong’s shoulder. He didn’t move and instead stayed there as comfortable silence filled the air, not giving a thought about our sweaty bodies touching each other.
Biology lecture ended. I was walking out of the hall when I thought of texting Taeyong to see if I could meet him for a short practice. I didn’t know why, I just wanted to see him and do anything with him, it didn’t have to be practicing.
Before I could even type a single letter, my wrist was suddenly being pulled back from behind, making me fall back a few steps till the grip guided me to stand. I looked up, seeing Jaehyun standing in front of me. Immediately, my eyes looked back at him filled with arrogance. “Why were you with Taeyong yesterday?” Jaehyun asked. Suddenly, his eyes grew soft and sweet. Which made me very surprised. It’s been long since I’ve seen the sweet side of Jaehyun before he ignored me. It made me feel something in my stomach indeed.
“I told you I had practice. I’m doing a duet with him for my assignment.” I said with a quiet sigh. Jaehyun ran a hand down his face, biting his lower lip as he looked away for a moment. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry... for getting worked up. I shouldn’t have since it’s for school.”
I clicked my tongue in amusement, smugly folding my arms and placing my weight on one leg. “An apology but no explanation? You’re an odd one Jaehyun...”
“We need to have a proper chat.” I tilted my head slightly at his weird words. Confused, but also nervous as to what he wanted to talk about.
We ended up going to his dorm. His roommate was out. We sat down on the couch together, his body leaning forward to reveal his back while I leaned back into the couch. There was a gap between us, which made me feel weird. The space in between was just... just there. And the fact that we used to cuddle on this couch made this more awkward.
“So?” I asked, my curiosity already killing me. Jaehyun let out a frustrated sigh. “I think we should just cut whatever we have completely.”
“What...?” I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t sure what to feel either. I could tell he was breaking down silently. I didn’t even need to look twice to confirm that. But I was breaking at his words as well, looking down to my lap amd biting my bottom lip. “Why?”
“I don’t know what we are,_____. Are we friends? Cause’ from the way we treat each other we’re definitely not. We aren’t in a relationship together either. We aren’t friends with benefits. We’re going back and forth and I’m sure you’re as tired about this as I am.”
As much as I wanted to deny, I couldn’t. Our relationship and what we were to each other was certainly not definite. It always confused me and put me in a tough spot. The way we treated one another was as if we’re in love. Maybe we were, or maybe we weren’t. Questions about us had always kept me up all night. And I guess it is right that we just cut it off completely.
“You’re right. I don’t see why we should be together. Or not. I don’t fucking know.” I stood up, making my way to the door. I had my hand on the doorknob. At that moment, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted everything to go back to normal. To when I would be in Jaehyun’s lap as we talked for hours, his turn table playing old school songs that I’ve never heard of but grew to like. To when we would go out together and do whatever we wanted till late at night. Basically back to when any of this confusion even happened.
“You still haven’t told me why you completely shut me out for three months straight though. It hurt me. You owe me an explanation soon. Goodbye, Jung Jaehyun.”
“I wanna kiss you, don't wanna miss you
But I can't be with you 'cause I got issues.”
Jaehyun could only seat there in silence, not sure of what to do now. His mind went blank the moment the door closed. He felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. He leaned forward to take it out, proceeding to pick up the phone without even looking at the caller.
“Hey.” Jaehyun said plainly. He heard a few shuffling before someone comes up to the phone, their breathing could be heard. “Jae. I need to see you. Now. It’s urgent.” He recognised the familiar voice immediately.
“Soo? Why are you calling me?” Out of all the people that could’ve called him, she was the one that Jaehyun would least expect a call from. Let alone one that he wanted to hear from either. “A matter we can’t discuss on the phone. You know where to meet. In ten minutes.” The call quickly ended.
Jaehyun raised a brow at this. Many questions and possibilities popped up in his head. He quickly dashed out the dorm after grabbing his necessities, wanting to get this done and over with.
He waited by the park. A place that he and soo have had many memories. Ones that he wish to forget. But upon his visit to the park, of course they all had to come crashing back in his mind.
Soo came and motioned him to sit down on the bench that faced the lake. The dark sky being reflected on the lake’s surface as the cold breeze of the night touched their skin. “It’s about us.”
“There’s nothing between us.” Jaehyun was quick to reply, wishing he could just get out of this situation and think over about his other problems. Particularly the one about his complicated love life with a partner that he wasn’t even sure was his partner in the first place.
“Our parents are suspicious of us, Jae. You say that us not meeting anyone would solve it but if they don’t see us together-”
“It’s been three months do you think I wouldn’t realise it?” Jaehyun leaned forward and covered his face with both his hands, exhaling before lifting his head up back and looking at the scenery, hoping it’ll put him at ease even the slightest bit.
“You don’t want this. I don’t want this either. I have my own problems you know. I have someone I love.” Soo nodded her head, humming agreeably. “You’re right. We both don’t want this. But our parents do.”
Jaehyun groaned in annoyance, turning his head back to look at her. Soo blinked her eyes rapidly. She’s never seen him this mad before. “I know that way too damn well.” Jaehyun slapped his thighs and stood up, shoving his hands in his pocket and turning around swiftly to Soo.
“I don’t care what you do. You have a higher status than me and therefore you have a higher chance and authority for our parents to listen to you. Tell them I’m sorry but I really don’t want to be tied down to someone I don’t love.”
With that, Jaehyun stomped off, making his way back to the dorm. He immediately plopped himself onto his bed, sighing and he stared up the window. The couldn’t stop thinking about his lover. The fact that he couldn’t explain to her made his heart breal in every way possible.
He jusy wanted to be with her. But it was now his fault that she hates him now. And he’s not sure of what to do. The fact that he had to call off whatever they had couldn’t be anymore painful.
He wanted her with him right now. To have her presence right next to him. His arm wrapped around her as a way to protect her small figure from the world though he knew well enough that she was capable on her own. He wanted to plant light and sweet kisses filled with love all over her face. He wanted her touch of love that could send electric shocks throughout his body. He just missed her so.
“Even though you ain't mine, I promise the way we fight make me honestly feel like we just in love
'Cause baby, when push comes to shove.”
It’s been a few days since Jaehyun and I called it quits. And honestly, I was falling apart. I missed him a lot. It felt weird not having him around. It felt like back when he ignored me for three months. Except now the anger has disappeared, and all I craved for was his presence.
“The performance and assessment’s tomorrow. You ready?” Taeyong asked, breathing heavily as he walked to the speaker to stop the music. I squatted down on the floor, hugging my knees to catch my breath before gulping and nodding my head. “I’m surprised we managed to do this in a month despite our professor giving us four.” Taeyong nodded back agreeably.
“Let’s just hope we do well tomorrow then.” Taeyong walked back to me with his hands shoved in his pockets. I eyed him up and down taking the time to admire his outfit, which was simply just a tucked out loose white button under a muted blue waistcoat and black jeans and pointed shoes. The blue waistcoat was just to match his light blue hair that he dyed recently that suited him very well.
“Your outfit is simple, yet so pleasing.” I mumbled, my finger placed under my chin. Taeyong chuckled, taking one step closer to me. For some reason it made my heart race, the space between us got smaller and smaller unintentionally. “It’s probably because of my physique and natural features.”
Taeyong bent down to meet my eye level, tilting his head as he gave his cheeky eye smile that I got used to seeing very quickly. I ruffled his hair and laughed loudly. “Of course it is. You’ll definitely outshine me tomorrow.”
Taeyong slipped a hand around my waist, pulling me closer. This was definitely normal since our choreography included him doing this, but it made my face hot this time. “The purpose of a duet is to help each other shine together. I don’t think I’ll ever be outshining you.” Taeyong commented softlt with a gentl smile.
It was finally time for the performance. Everyone at the hall was seated, murmurs and chatters can be heard all over. Backstage, everyone was rushing to get ready. But I couldn’t help but peek at our professors and dance instructors that were about to grade us from behind the curtains.
“Nervous?” I heard Taeyong’s voice from behind me as he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I glanced back before taking in a deep breath. “We’re the fifth to go. Calm your nerves.” This time, he placed his other than on my other shoulder, proceeding to rub his hands up and down slowy and soothingly, which instantly calm me down. “I’m trying.” I whispered.
The two of us waited anxiously backstage as we counted the number of performers going up on stage. Now’s already the forth and we’re up next. Our names got called. Before we headed up on stage, Taeyong held my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine for a short moment before flashing me a smile and letting go, proceeding to walk forward as I followed behind.
The music played and we started to perform. The lights on the audience shined brightly and I could see everyone’s faces. Of course to calm myself down I kept my eyes straight ahead. Everything went as how it should. Taeyong and I danced perfectly in sync as if we were made to dance together. Taeyong had to lift me up for a few counts, holding me by the waist. And one glance to the audience and I instantly saw Jaehyun sitting somewhere in the middle, his eyes looking right at me. I was shocked but I had to continue.
We ended the performance with a deep bow. I smiled widely at the audience, but I avoided Jaehyun’s eyes completely. Taeyong and I walked off stage. “That’s was amazing! You did so well!” Taeyong shouted as he pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged back and laughed, panting heavily as I tried to catch me breath. “You were great too, Taeyong.”
Taeyong pulled away from me. And as we were about to walk to the changing room, I felt a hold on my wrist. A tight one. I turned around, noticing Jaehyun right in front of me. He looked over at Taeyong before me. He didn’t say a word and dragged me away. I glanced back at Taeyong, his worried eyes making me want to release my grip off Jaehyun but I knew I can never since he was way too strong.
“What the hell do you want?!” I shouted when we finally came to a stop at a secluded and somewhat dark corner. “I can’t see you dance with Taeyong. I got jealous.”
My eyes squinted at his words, completely confused and bewildered. My mouth gaped open as I let out a scoff. “Jealous? Why should you be? We aren’t anything anymore. What’s my relationship with Taeyong have anything to do with you?”
“I don’t like seeing you with him, okay? Didn’t you ever think about how I felt when you’re always staying up late with him for practice? Or did you even think about me at all?” I grew quiet, struggling to even form a sentence of what to say.
“I don’t like seeing you with any guy.”
“You aren’t my boyfriend. You don’t have any say in who I hang out with.”
It was now his turn to keep silent, avoiding my eyes completely as he looked elsewhere. “You aren’t mine. But don’t you think we had something between us at all? It drives me nuts whenever I think of you. I had my reasons for avoiding you, okay?”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Sorry but I can’t handle any of this right now. I’m way too tired. Let’s talk some other time.”
With that, I walked off, trying to find Taeyong who just came out of the changing room with his outfit hung on his arm while he wore back his loose white tee and sweatpants. “You okay? I got worried.” Taeyong immediately rushed over to me and looked me up and down, concerned as to what happened just now.
“Yeah I am. I’ll go back to campus now. I just need some rest.”
Before taking a step, Taeyong stopped me. “Need a ride?” I shook my head.
“Thanks for the offer, but I much rather be on my own for now. I have too much on my mind.”
“I know we be so complicated
Lovin' you sometime drive me crazy
'Cause I can't have what I want and neither can you.”
I ended up staying late at night, staring off into the ceiling while hugging my cat plushie. And all I thought about was Jaehyun. I could never get him off my mind no matter how hard I tried to force myself to sleep. I could be staying up since I didn’t have classes the next day but my body was too physically tired. Yet my mental state seemed to be wide awake.
The next morning, I stayed in my dorm, pacing back and forth in circles as I figure out what to do. Suddenly, the door opened, making me flinch in shock as I realised it was just Mark. “You look stressed. You nervous about the results?”
“My mind is all over the place, Mark. Jaehyun’s driving me crazy and I just-” I grabbed my head with both my hands, letting out a loud groan and I plopped myself on my bed next to Mark.
“Won’t it be easier to just settle things with him?” I gave Mark and unimpressed look. “We did. We promised to not see each other again.” I let out a dreaded sigh. “But he came up to me yesterday and now all I can think about is him.”
Mark swung an arm around me, clearing his throat. “Then just tell him to back off. Now and forever. I can’t see my friend going crazy because of some frat boy.” I chuckled shaking my head. “He’s not a frat boy.”
“Sure acts like one.”
I hummed, giving a moment to think it over. “How can I meet him today though? He’s working.” Mark raised a brow, facepalming. “You know he has a thing called breaks, right?” Mark deadpanned. And just like that, I made my way to the cafe where Jaehyun supposedly worked the afternoon shift.
I walked in, the bell above the door ringing to signal that someone has entered. I didn’t see Jaehyun brewing the coffee. I walked up to the counter, seeing a familiar face and decided to ask him where Jaehyun was.
“Hey, Jeno?” I called out to him gently, watching pouring his ready made coffee into a small cup. He looked up, instantly smiling brightly when he made eye contact. “Hey! Haven’t seen you for so long! Looking for Jaehyun?” I nodded, gladly thankful that he read my mind.
“He went out somewhere for awhile. He’s coming back soon. Want to wait here while I serve you some caremel frappe?” I exhanged his smile with mine, nodding my head eagerly. “You know me well, Lee Jeno.” I tapped my hand on the counter before walking off, taking my usual seat at the far corner of the cafe that’s out of sight from public eyes. I used to sit here when I would wait for Jaehyun’s shift to end before walking back to campus. It felt weird coming back here after avoiding it for so long.
After a few minutes, Jeno brings me my drink. I thanked him as he backed away and I resumed my waiting. I checked the time on my phone. Thirty minutes have passed and he’s still not here. Each time the bell rang, I instantly lift my head up only to find that it wasn’t Jaehyun.
Heaving a sigh, I leaned forward, my shoulder raising up as I continued to stare at the entrance. Finally, I saw Jaehyun through the window, walking to the door. But... he’s with a girl?
The door opened and Jaehyun walked in, the girl close beside him. She was wearing Jaehyun’s hoodie too. The plain black that he often wears. I kept silent, wanting to see where all this was going. Why was I feeling something? I shouldn’t be... right? I have nothing to do with Jaehyun, let alone his love life. Wait why am I even assuming that they’re together?
Jaehyun went up to the counter. He turned around to look at the girl. They were smiling and laughing together, which made the knots in my stomach tighter and my heart began to ache at the sight. As cliche as it sounds, I muttered a, “That should be me.”
The girl took off his hoodie. She was wearing a shirt under it. It seemed like she wanted to give it back but Jaehyun insisted on her keeping it, continuously shoving the hoodie back and forth till she threw it at him, kissed him on the cheek and ran out the cafe laughing. I frowned. I really didn’t like how this was going.
Jeno went up to Jaehyun, motioning to where I was seated. I instantly looked out the window as if I didn’t even see Jaehyun coming in and was minding my business. I heard his heavy footsteps walking up to me, and he sat down, dragging the chair closer to the table. “You didn’t say you’d be here.”
I turned my head and faced forward to Jaehyun, picking up my drink to take a sip, nodding my head. “I didn’t.”
“Who was she?”
I couldn’t help but ask. I was too eager to know. Too eager for something to confirm my suspicions, closure. “A friend.” Jaehyun said after exhaling sharply.
My lips form a thin line, my brows raising for a moment as I gave a “You sure about that?” expression with a hum. Jaehyun stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t read his face. “She’s just like Taeyong. Someone I’m working with for a project.” He said with simple directness.
Anger started to settle in, the tension between us growing tighter and tighter with each moment of silence in the air. “Your project partner comes waltzing in wearing your hoodie and giving you a kiss on the cheek? Some partner there.” I replied with sarcasm, nodding my head over and over.
Jaehyun cocked a brow, the side of his lips turning up slightly as he leaned forward, so close that our faces were a mere inch away from each other. “Now you’re jealous? That’s cute.” He chuckled lowly.
I blinked my eyes rapidly. Is he really going to do this right now? Despite me blushing slightly at him calling me cute. I couldn’t shake the fact that he was probably trying to get back at me and making me feel how be felt when I was with Taeyong.
“Why can’t I? You were jealous when I was with Taeyong too.” I blurted out, not sure if that was the right thing to say.
“You aren’t my girlfriend, and I’m not your boyfriend. But we can’t see each other with anyone else, or touch anyone else. We can’t have who we want either. Make an inference. Connection, hidden meaning.”
“Don’t bring the method to answering History questions into this.” I couldn’t help but laugh softly at his attempt to joke. I knew very well right now wasn’t the time, but I just missed it.
“Stress high when the trust low
Bad vibes, where'd the fun go?
Try to open up and love more.”
“Don’t you miss it?” Jaehyun asked, his face getting soft and gentle. He reached his hand out to mine, holding my finger with a light touch. Our eyes went down in unison, staring as our hands fit perfectly together.
“We’re complicated, indeed. We aren’t sure of who we are. And we don’t even know the reason for that. But doesn’t it all come down to whether we love each other...?” Jaehyun lowered his voice to a whisper, pur noses were now touching as I gulped, closing my eyes for a moment as I inhaled his naturally strong scent that not even his perfume could mask.
“I guess...” I started, breathing heavily. “I guess we’re just scared. I don’t know about you, but I can somewhat admit that I’m scared.”
“It’s been years, Jaehyun. Years since we’ve showed affection for each other yet we never seemed to get anywhere. But I liked it nonetheless. Despite the fact that we were just... stagnant.” I smacked my lips. “Or not perhaps I’d call it going back and forth.”
At that moment, I thought of us. Jaehyun and I. Years ago. When we first started. I met him here, at the cafe. I got addicted to him from first sight and I’d make it a mental note to visit him everyday and demand that only he should make and serve my orders. That’s how we grew close. Not on campus, but out. We kept our relationship like a little secret. But that was only for the fun of it; for excitement and thrill. I liked that about us. Being alone and only having each other. Turning back time was what I always wished I could do.
“I love you, _____. I missed us. When we were just happy. I guess this all started when I ignored you. I’m sorry for that. And you know I mean it.” Jaehyun couldn’t keep his eyes on me. He constantly looked down or avoided my gaze. He bit his lip intensely, as if trying to hold back tears.
“But if you would let me, I’ll explain it over dinner.” Jaehyun gulped, breathing in as his chest puffed up. I wasn’t quite sure of what to make of this. But in the end, my main goal was to settle this, on a good note. Whether I’d be with Jaehyun in the end or not. I just needed closure.
“Sure.”
Jaehyun offered to meet me at a high end restaurant. Somewhere I’ve never been in years since I was just like any regular college student. Poor.
I didn’t know what to wear. And I guess my outfit seemed to lower itself a lot when I stepped into the restaurant. I glazed my eyes over the place, spotting Jaehyun at the far end wearing his usual all black shirt, jeans, and shoes. A combination that never failed to cup his masculine body perfectly.
“You didn’t have to take me to somewhere this expensive.” I said, sitting down. Jaehyun smiled softly in greeting. “It’s only slightly above average.” He commented.
We ordered our food. It was taking quite awhile to come. “Um.. I suppose I should be giving that um explanation to you now.” Jaehyun spoke up, his hands on the table with his fingers interlocking with each other. I nodded my head, pushing the glass of iced water that was served to us earlier on, bringing it in front of me and leaning forward to take a sip.
“My parents want me and Soo, the girl you saw at the cafe to get together. I honestly didn’t even know why. And I never cared either.” Jaehyun lowered his head, fidgeting his fingers. “And just so you know, I never had feelings for Soo. She has someone else. The two of us agreed that we’d still maintain our private lifes and not let it interfere us.”
I bit my lower lip. I could tell he was telling the truth, that he was being sincere. It made my heart soften. But I didn’t want to show it. I didn’t want to seem easy and to just fall for him all over again just from a simple explanation.
“Are you going to do anything to fight back against your parents about it?” I asked, not wanting to say silent throughout.
“I simply told Soo to do something about it since she would have more influence on them than me.” Jaehyun leaned in, again his hand creept up on mine. He held my hand in his, bringing it up slowly and planting a light kiss on my fingertips. A gesture that I only ever knew would feel this amazing because its him. He was the only person I’ve met to have such a gentlemanly feature.
“Can we slowly... get back to how we were? I know it’s my fault. I know you won’t forgive me immediately. Do whatever you want with me. Whatever decision you choose, I’ll just have to accept it.” Jaehyun whispered, his voice growing quiet with each word as he looked down to my hand and caressed it with his thumb. I could still feel his kiss lingering on the tips of my fingers.
I brought my hand up to his chin, lifting his head up and eyes off the table, forcing him to look me in the eye. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting my lips stay there for a long moment before pulling away. I could see Jaehyun smiling slightly at my touch. He thought he could cover it up with a cough, making me giggle softly.
“I’m not forgiving you just yet. But I do admit that I missed how we were two years back.”
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iii. Angel, The Princess and the Pogue Series
And even though we live inside a dangerously empty life. You always seem to bring the light, you always seem to bring the light.
Series Masterlist
Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drug use, mentions of suicide, mentions of alcoholism and addiction, swearing, if there are any others please let me know.
Summary: JJ spends a late night with y/n and finds out they’ve got a lot more in common than it seems.
Words: 2863
As soon as the last school bell chimed Thursday afternoon, the gang jumped from their seats and headed straight for John B’s van. JJ lingered in the hallway, leaning against a set of lockers outside of y/n’s class as he waited for her. He had spent any chance he had during the school day around her. It was like she was a beacon of light, a beacon of hope, after so many things in his life had gone wrong. Of course, he wasn’t sure if she even found him remotely attractive in that way, but he sure as shit thought she was.
Y/N’s class had finally dismissed for the day and she stepped out into the hall, smiling as she saw JJ who was standing there with a big goofy grin on his face. “You didn’t have to wait for me, I could’ve walked out to the van on my own.” She commented.
JJ pushed off the lockers, falling in step beside her, an arm draping loosely over her shoulders. Her heartbeat quicker in her chest, though she tried to play it off, letting her expression remain calm. “A princess should never walk alone.” He teased, pushing the front door of the school open with his opposite hand.
“Not sure I’m a princess.” She retorted, rolling her eyes dramatically which caused him to laugh.
“Well, that’s your new nickname, sorry princess.” He let go of her shoulder and jogged forward to the van, meeting Kiara for their secret handshake before sending a salute in John B’s direction.
“You ready to fish, y/n?” Kiara asked, hopping in after her into the van and shutting the door behind them. Again, she was sandwiched between Kiara and JJ, which of course she didn’t mind at all.
“Yeah, I think I’ve only fished once in my life, with a cousin in Montana. But I didn’t catch shit and refused to go after that.” She picked at her cuticles, watching as the van started cruising down the street, John B’s free hand moving to grab Sarah’s who sat in her usual spot in the passenger seat.
“Well, we’re kinda experts at this, so if you don’t at least catch one fish you’ve got some bad juju on you.” Pope responded, earning a smack to the chest from Kiara. “Damn Kie, it’s just a joke!” The gang laughed, John B continuing to drive until he pulled over at a dingey corner store, JJ hopping out of the back seat and going inside. Sarah started belting out the lyrics to a Bob Marley tune as they waited, JJ emerging minutes later carrying two cold packs of Natural Light.
“Can’t fish without beer, that’s a Pogue sin!” He claimed, shutting the door as he nestled back into his spot beside y/n. Five minutes later they pulled into the docks, John B parking his van in an empty spot before everyone hopped out one-by-one. The boat John B had was not the prettiest, but it just showed its resilience. He hopped in first before helping Sarah get in, JJ passing up the beer for John B to set down in the boat.
Y/N, Pope, and Kiara got in after, JJ waiting on the dock for John B’s signal to push off. He gave it a swift push after a nod from the other man, jumping in as John B turned the keys in the ignition, driving the boat off into the deeper portion of the water.
“It’s beer o’clock!” JJ commented, opening one end of the first case and passing out beers to everyone, including y/n. She opened the can and took a long swig, admiring the water as they trolled in the deep.
“We’re gonna want to go to the far side, that’s where the fish are feeding right now.” John B noted, the speed of the boat increasing as he headed in that direction. Sarah turned on the radio, the music wafting as they sped farther away from shore towards the sweet spot where they’d anchor down at.
Y/N’s hair whipped in the wind, taking in the view as they cruised along the water. The Outer Banks truly was paradise on earth, as the sign had stated when she first arrived. She wasn’t sure how she would feel, being in a new town for her final year of high school, but she just felt meant to be there, like it was fate.
Soon enough the boat slowed, Pope grabbing the anchor and tossing it in when John B instructed him to, finally turning off the ignition and sitting back in his seat, taking a heavy swig of his beer.
“Alright, let's get the poles set up.” John B took the poles that were slid tight against the side of the boat, handing one to each person aboard before opening the container of worms. JJ pulled a knife from his pocket, cutting a few longer worms in half, everyone grabbing a piece.
“Can you put it on yourself, princess?” JJ questioned, wrapping his worm tight on his hook before inspecting y/n’s in her hand. She scoffed, following what JJ had just done, wrapping the worm around the hook, stabbing it through until it was stuck tight.
“How’s this?” She tilted her head to the side, sticking her tongue out at him. JJ displayed his middle finger playfully at her, finishing the last little bit of his beer before he moved to the bow of the boat, standing up and casting his rod.
Y/N moved to stand next to Sarah and Pope, casting out as they did and making sure not to cross lines, as Pope had told instructed her not to do. It wasn’t long before the Pogues were reeling in fish, taking them off and inspecting them before tossing them back in the cool water. They seemed to make a competition of it, seeing whose fish was bigger and how many fish they could catch.
Ten minutes had gone by, everyone but y/n catching a fish. “Maybe you were right Pope, I’ve clearly got some bad juju following me.” She huffed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Nah, you’re just not doing it right.” JJ motioned her over to him where he stood at the bow, having y/n watch him cast. “See, I cast it out and I let it sink a bit before I start slowly reeling in. You gotta jiggle it a bit now and then too. Now you try.” He reeled in completely, his eyes on her as she took her turn. She listened to his notes, casting out far and waiting briefly before she started to reel, stopping after a few turns of the handle to jiggle her line. Sure enough, after a few turns of the handle she felt a bite, tugging sharply to ensure it was on the hook. Her line started moving from left to right as the fish tried to swim away.
“Fuck, I got one!” She cried out, reeling it in bit by bit, listening to JJ as he coached her through it. Soon enough the fish was above the water, y/n jumping up and down happily. The Pogues clapped behind her, cheering her on as she put her finger in the fish's mouth just as she had seen Sarah do, carefully freeing the hook from where it had been caught.
“We need to document this!” Kiara stated, opening the camera on her phone. “Say...fish food!” Y/N smiled at the camera, allowing the woman to snap a few pictures before she looked up at JJ proudly.
“Great job, and now a kiss.” JJ instructed, taking a swig from his second beer.
“For you or the fish?” The boat became dead silent at y/n’s words, JJ’s cheeks flashing crimson as he choked on the swig of beer. “I’m kidding.” That was a lie, she would’ve kissed him. She pecked the fish near its eyes before tossing it back into the water with a smile.
They continued to fish until the sun started to lower in the sky, y/n finally catching five and Kiara catching the most with eleven. The Pogues settled back into the boat, the music softly playing, the fishing poles now stashed away as they continued to sip on their beers.
“So, y/n, you said it’s just you and your sister?” Sarah chirped, leaning back into John B’s embrace.
“Uh yeah, she’s great. She’s actually working a double shift tonight at the hospital, but she told me to tell you guys hello and she can’t wait to meet you all sometime.” Pope trolled the boat on the route back towards the docks, taking another swig from his can.
“What about your parents?” He blurted out, receiving a hard smack from Kiara.
“You don’t have to answer that y/n.” She retorted, a death glare meeting Pope’s confused expression.
“N-No, it’s alright.” She swallowed, looking down at her hands as she continued. She’d eventually have to share; it might as well be now. And she’d had three beers, the liquid courage all she needed. “Well, my parents, my sister, and I lived here until I was three. My mom moved us after...well, after my dad shot himself. He battled with depression his whole life and the depression finally won.” John B turned the music off as she spoke, everyone going silent, even JJ.
“My mom couldn’t enjoy living here after my dad’s death, so she packed us up and we moved to Montana. My Aunt and Uncle live out there, so she wanted to be closer to family. My mom became a shell of a person, she couldn’t get over losing my dad and so she coped with alcohol. She was good at hiding it at first, sipping from a water bottle at my sister’s high school graduation, or adding a splash to her morning cup of coffee. Eventually it just got worse and she developed cirrhosis of the liver. She died a year ago from it.” Y/N cleared her throat with a sip of beer. “Enough of my sad, shitty life, the sunsets sure are beautiful here.”
JJ knew how she felt, all too well. Though his mother left him, and his piece of shit father was alive, he knew the struggles of having a parent with an addiction. He put a hand on her thigh, startling her briefly before her body untensed, enjoying the comforting gesture.
“Yeah, it really is.” Kiara agreed, eager to move the conversation away from y/n’s family, as it was clear she was done talking about it. “Ya’ll down for a dip?” Before anyone can protest Kiara is shimmying out of her shorts and top, her body clad in a navy-blue bikini as she hopped off the boat into the water.
“Hell yeah!” Pope added, pulling off his shirt as he dove in next to her. Sarah and John B joined them, jumping hand-in-hand off the boat.
“Shit, I forgot to put my bottoms on.” Y/N noted, Kiara leaning up on the edge of the boat beside the woman.
“It’s fine, just go in your underwear. It’s basically the same thing.” She let go of the boat, floating on her back in the water.
JJ stood up beside y/n, tossing his shirt off, giving y/n a view of his bare chest. His chest was tanned from the sun and chiseled; his arm muscles taut as he stretched them over his head. He met her gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed her eyes on him.
“C’mon, princess.” He joked before he dove off the boat and under the water, emerging seconds later, shaking out his blonde locks.
“Alright, I’m coming.” Y/N pulled her shirt up and set it on the seat, JJ’s eyes instinctively taking in her breasts clothed in a tiny orange bikini top. She pushed down her shorts, her black lace cheeky panties catching JJ’s attention, his breath hitching in his throat. Her body was gorgeous. She moved to the edge of the boat, John B and Sarah egging her on as she jumped in.
The water was cool, enveloping her body and refreshing her skin. She stayed under for a moment before resurfacing, whipping her hair off her face. They all waded around in the water, John B and Pope starting a war over who could splash the other the hardest.
JJ floated over to y/n, taking in the sight of her again beside him. Breathtaking, as always. “Sorry about your parents.” He mumbled, running a hand through his wet, shaggy hair.
“It’s alright, I’ve been through tons of therapy by now to know ‘it’s not my fault’, ‘addiction is a disease’, ‘depression can develop in the happiest people’. Blah, blah, blah.” She mocked herself, her lip quivering slightly at her words.
“My dad’s an alcoholic and a drug addict.” JJ admitted. “Used to beat the shit outta me. Luckily that bastard is far gone, haven’t seen him since he left over a year ago. So, we’ve got that in common. The parent with an addition, I mean. And you know, I’m here for you. Or whatever.” He mumbled, trying to seem nonchalant about the offer.
“Thanks, JJ. You’re a good guy.” It had been awhile since he heard that, but it made his heart soar knowing she felt that way.
They swam until the sun had disappeared in the sky, heading into shore and docking the boat once again. They had air-dried by that point and pulled their clothes back on, everyone hopping out of the boat and heading for the van.
“Alright, John B do you mind dropping me off at The Wreck? I promised to help my parents clean up tonight.” Kiara asked, leaning back against the seat of the van.
“Yeah, sure Kie. We’ll drop you off first.” They drove towards The Wreck, everyone exhausted from the day of school followed by their boating adventure. As the gang talked amongst themselves, y/n’s eyes started to drift shut, her body lulling until she leaned her head against JJ’s shoulder, startling him at first. He took one look at her sleeping, a smile creeping onto his face, and he let her sleep, his fingers tracing lightly against the skin of her thigh as they drove.
They dropped Kiara off first, then Pope, dropping Sarah off at her place after, but not before she gave John B a soft goodnight kiss.
“Alright, let’s head to y/n’s place.” John B looked back at JJ, noticing y/n still asleep on his shoulder.
“Let her sleep, JB. We can just bring her back to your place for the night.” JJ announced, his hand still tracing her thigh.
“Dude, you’ve got it so bad for her.” John B replied, backing out of Sarah’s driveway and heading towards the Château.
“Shut up.” He retorted, shooting up his middle finger for John B to see in his rearview mirror.
“Is it so bad if you did? I’m with Sarah, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.” John B turned down the road towards his place, glancing at JJ from his mirror every so often.
“M’not good at this stuff, JB.” JJ had never really held down a steady relationship. He got girls, for sure, but all were just one-night stands, nothing more. If he was being totally honest, he didn’t know if he deserved to be loved by someone like John B and Sarah. He didn’t know if someone could actually love all his broken pieces, and he didn’t want to feel like a burden on anyone.
The van pulled to a stop, John B hopping out and heading inside. JJ wrapped one arm behind y/n’s back, scooting her until his other arm scooped under her legs, pulling her up and out of the back seat. He carried her in his arms, y/n’s eyes fluttering open, blinking in the night sky.
“What are you doing?” She mumbled, her head lulling to look up at JJ as they entered the shack.
“I didn’t want to wake you, you just looked...peaceful. We can take you home if you’d like.” Y/N shook her head, letting him carry her until he kicked open his bedroom door, setting her down gently onto his comforter.
“I’ll stay, if that’s okay. I don’t really enjoy being home alone when Bailey’s gone all night.” She fell back against his bed, taking in the sight of his room. It was messy, but she expected that from a guy like him, although the comforter was soft and his mattress plush underneath her back.
“Yeah, of course you can stay. You can stay here anytime.” He glanced at her as she pushed her body under his covers, nuzzling her face into his pillow. “M’gonna sleep on the couch. If you need me, you can come get me…” Before he could finish his sentence y/n’s eyes closed, her breathing heavier as she drifted to unconsciousness again.
“Goodnight, y/n.” JJ whispered, creeping out of his room and shutting the door. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, a huge smile on his face. She had him wrapped around her finger, an angel in his hell, and she had know idea.
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Retrouvaille
Rafael Barba x Reader. For @barbasimp - winner of Holiday Bingo. Prompt: Maybe a fic where Rafael and the reader were a thing before he left new york after the incident, but when he comes back he sees how close Carisi and the reader are and gets HELLA JEALOUS.
AN: This takes immediately during 22x04, “Sightless in a Savage Land.” Script found here. Coffee reference (above and in the fic - from 19x9, Gone Baby Gone.
AN2: Using “Sway” by The Kooks for VDay bingo. Lyrics denoted in bold.
AN3: Retrouvaille is a French word meaning rediscovery - the happiness of meeting or finding someone after a long separation.
Warnings: language & smut (p in v sex, implied cunnilingus). WC: 3.3K
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To say you were anxious was an understatement; your leg bounced restlessly as you and your Captain sat in the diner. It had been unbearably cold and despite still wearing your parka and the hot cup of coffee in front of you, you could not warm up.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Olivia replied as she poured some milk into her coffee. She stirred the coffee with one hand and reached out to grab your hand from across with the other. “You don’t have to be here.”
“Nope, I am good.” You replied coolly, your lips emphasizing the ‘p’ sound. You looked out the window, watching the people mill about on the street. A blast of cold breezed through the diner. You looked past Olivia and you felt your stomach flop at the sight of the man approaching the booth. You stood and switched sides of your seat, choosing to sit next to Olivia.
The last time you saw Rafael Barba, he was worn and depressed, with tears lining his eyes as he stood in front of the courthouse. It was there he poured his love for you making your heart swell before he shattered it into a million pieces as he broke things off with you. You were a wreck after, to the point you needed to take time off to get your affairs back in order. The apartment you shared with him was no longer your safe space and no longer inhabitable. Rafael told you to keep the engagement ring. You took it off that night and left it in a lock box at your bank. Photos of you and him during happier times were taken down from your locker and tossed in the trash. Plans for the future - for a shared life together were gone, like a sandcastle being washed away by the sea.
Now Rafael appeared just as handsome as he did all those years ago. His hair was a more pronounced shade of salt and pepper and instead of being clean shaven, a beard graced his face. The infamous camel pea coat was swapped out for a grey one. Instead of a three piece bespoke suit under it, he wore dark jeans and a blue and pink checkered shirt. He turned to the counter and requested a coffee before he sat down in front of you.
“Barba.” You greeted, taking a sip of your coffee.
“Olivia!” Rafael replied brightly. He shrugged his coat off and looked at you. “Y/N, it’s good to see you again.”
You didn’t reply, instead choosing to sip your coffee once more. Rafael shifted in his seat and looked at Olivia. “So--”
“Liv’s said you’ve been busy.” You spoke, cutting him off. “What have you been up to?”
You knew Rafael had kept in touch with Olivia. She had mentioned Rafael here and there in conversation with you and the squad.
You knew Mickey Davis deserved a good defense. You were, however, caught off guard when Olivia suggested that perhaps Rafael could help secure a deal. You didn’t even know he was back in New York.
“Consulting with the Innocence Project, defending voting rights on the ground. I've barely slept since the election ended.”
“Liv said once everything cleared up, you might consider doing defense work.” You continued.
“Her case or Fin’s?” Barba asked.
“The city settled one of Fin’s. Liv's still waiting on her day in the barrel, but that's not why we're here.
“It should be -- sorry.” Rafael shrugged, looking at Olivia.
Olivia gave Rafael a small smile. “Hypothetically, if we... arrested a defendant who was not innocent…”
“Decorated vet. Six tours in Afghanistan. Comes home to find his daughter raped by her foster father--” You interjected.
“And he shoots the guy point-blank range three times?” Rafael questioned. Both you and Olivia give him a pointed look. “Hypothetically.”
“So you're all caught up.” Olivia replied, now picking up her own cup.
“All right, hold on.” Rafael shook his head. “Did Carisi ask you to intervene on Davis' behalf?”
“Well, actually, Carisi doesn't know that we're here.” You murmured.
Rafael laughed. “Of course not. Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“We wanted to see if you would feel him out. And see if he would cut Mickey a deal.” Olivia continued.
“With Carisi's stomach? He won't have the stomach to take this to trial.” Rafael rolled his eyes. “This case is a dog.”
“Really? Some mentor you are. Not even believing in your protege.” You sneered.
Rafael cocked a brow at you while Liv put a hand on your shoulder, in an attempt to comfort you. You jerked your shoulder away from her, and stood. You tossed some bills onto the table.
“Sorry, Liv. I thought I could handle this. But I can’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You heard Liv call out your name as you stormed out of the diner, but not once did you look back.
Rafael looked at Liv, a frown on his face. “Honestly, I am surprised she didn’t leave sooner.”
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You and Phoebe were watching through the double-mirror in the squadroom as Kat and Rollins interrogated a suspect. Phoebe watched as Carisi approached you and she tapped your shoulder, nodding towards him.
You looked over at Carisi and smiled. “How did voire dire go?”
Carisi sighed, crossing his arms. “It was the Rafael Barba show, charming and cherry-picking jurors for twelve straight hours.”
“He was always a dog with a bone.” You replied. “Walk with me to my desk. I am gonna order some Chinese.”
“I gotta know, Y/N. I saw Barba’s witness list, and he tracked down Ajay's other foster kids, ACS employees, VA shrinks. How big of a staff does he have?”
“I can’t say but know that I am not helping him out.” You hissed in a whisper.
Carisi huffed. “It's fine. Barba was here before me. He was your--”
You held up a hand. “No! That doesn't mean I'm more loyal to him than I am to you. You forget - he broke up with me. He wanted nothing to do with me. Why should I help him?”
Carisi’s ears turned pink and when saw the broken look on your face, he felt shitty. “Y/N, I am so sorry.”
You shook your head. “Dinners on you Mr. ADA and all will be forgiven.”
***
When Rafael entered the squadroom, it was late - he did not expect to see you. But there you were, Carisi perched on the corner of your desk, laughing. Seeing you and Carisi together like that - his jealousy flared and he wondered if there was something more than friendship going on. You plucked food out of the takeout container and offered Carisi a bite. You grabbed a napkin and reached up to Carisi’s face and you were about to say something when you spotted Rafael. Your laughter subsided and you smacked Carisi on the knee and pointed to Rafael. As he made way to your desk, you murmured something to Carisi and made a beeline to the locker room, dropping your food on your desk, causing it to spill a bit. The chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter.
Rafael paused mid-stride and turned to follow, when Carisi approached him and blocked his path. “Barba, I don’t know why you’re here, but leave Y/N alone.”
“Is there a problem Carisi?”
Carisi jutted his jaw, clearly displeased. “Just leave Y/N alone - you hurt her. I know you never meant to. Don’t make it worse.”
“I came here to talk to her. That’s all.” Rafael huffed, before pushing past the young attorney to follow you, much to Carisi’s protests.
**
You sat on the bench in front of your locker, crying. You dropped your head in your hands, your body shaking. You heard the sound of footsteps and you stood up, wiping your eyes.
“Y/N.” Rafael’s voice was dark and deep, and hearing your name escape his lips sent shivers down your spine.
“Rafael! What are you doing here? Y’know you’re really not supposed to be back here!” You hissed, dabbing your eyes once more with your sleeves.
“I wanted to check in with you.”
“Why? You’re not my boyfriend anymore.” You replied, as you grabbed your belongings. You slammed your locker shut, the metal clanging sound echoed.
There was another sound of footsteps. Now it was Carisi who arrived. “Y/N, you okay?”
You looked at Carisi. ‘I’m fine. I’ll be out in just a bit.” Carisi nodded and made his way back out.
You adjusted the strap of your bag. “Move.”
“No, I’m not your boyfriend anymore.” Rafael agreed, but not moving. You stepped to the side and Rafael followed your movement, blocking your way.
“Move.” You commanded. “Now.”
When he did not budge, you let out an exasperated sigh. “Say whatever you have to say. Get it out.”
“I just wanted to say I am sorry for everything. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Rafael replied.
“Suddenly you care? Please, I have plenty of people in my life who have taken an active role in that. I have gotten by just fine since you left.”
“Who? Carisi? Trading in one lawyer for another? You got a kink or something?" Rafael replied haughtily.
You snorted in derision. “You know what, you can go fuck right off.” You pushed past him and Rafael grabbed your wrist and pulled you flush to him. Rafael met your eyes, they were puffy and red from you crying.
“What are you--” You began, but Rafael crushed his lips against yours. You were initially stiff, but you relaxed into his embrace, allowing for the kiss to happen. You let out a soft moan and Rafael used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, by sliding his tongue into yours. Rafael wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck, dropping your purse to the ground.
“I love ya.” Rafael rumbled into your ear before dipping his head to your neckline, sucking a mark that you knew you would not be able to hide.
At his words, you pushed Rafael away. “What the fuck? You can’t just barge back into New York, into my life, say that you still love me and expect me to forgive you on the spot!” You were angry, there was a fire in your eyes that Rafael had been at the end of before, and he dropped his head, shamed. He took a seat on the bench and you followed suit, sitting next to him. “Me, the squad… that was always your M.O. - take whatever you want to take - to hurt the ones you love. You never thought about the consequences of your actions on others - nevermind baby Drew.”
“I know. I am an asshole. I know this is the wrong time and the wrong place but I had to tell you. I love you. And I regret the way I left things with you. And if you tell me you don’t love me - that you still don’t feel the same way - I’ll leave. After the case - you’ll never hear from me or see me again.”
Deep down you knew you still loved Rafael. You had always loved him. You didn’t initially understand why he did what he did with baby Drew or why he left, but with therapy, time, and deep talks with Liv, you understood. It didn’t mean you weren’t angry - you were - but you could see why Rafael felt he had no choice but to leave.
“I need your heart. I need your soul. And getting over you was the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do.” You replied, not answering his question. Your breath was still uneven from the tears you shed. You were worn and all you wanted to do was go home. You stood and slung your purse over your shoulder. “I am going home. Figure your shit out but don’t expect me to wait around.”
Carisi watched as you stormed away, with Rafael trailing behind you. He was going to say something but he noticed how Rafael allowed for the space between you and him to grow.
***
The following morning you were getting ready for the day as usual. Coffee was brewing, music was blasting, you were digging around for some clean clothes. There was a staccato knock on the door. You ignored it and found a shirt from the pile of clothes and sniffed it.
There was a second knock, this time louder than first. “I am coming!” You shouted as you tugged your shirt on. You huffed as you marched to the door before tripping over a stack of books that you were planning on donating to your neighborhood library.
You swore loudly and hobbled over to the door. Swinging it open, you all but shouted, “What do you wa--”
On the other side was Rafael. Holding a tray of coffee and a paper bag, that you presumed were some kind of sweets. “I know I am the last person you want to see. I don’t know what to do. Um… do you want some coffee?”
You wrinkled your nose, but you took a step forward and plucked the pastry bag from his grasp. You opened it and inhaled the fresh pastries; your stomach rumbled in response. You reached in and grabbed a honeybun.
“Come in.” You waved him in before taking a bite of the sticky pastry. Sorry it’s not more neat.”
Rafael made his way in. You entered your apartment, turning the lights on as you made your way in.
“It’s fine.” Rafael replied as he took in your new-to-him space. There were elements that reminded him of your time together, but it was more uniquely you than anything else.
“You said something yesterday that has stayed in my mind all night long.” Rafael sat down on your couch.
“Yeah? And what’s that?” You asked, taking a seat across from him. You reached over and plucked the two coffees from
“I need your heart. I need your soul. All this time away from you has made me realize that. I am sorry for hurting you - for even breaking things off the way I did.” He confessed. “But then I realized, I couldn’t do it. All this time… I still love you.”
You didn’t respond and Rafael felt his heart sink. His stomach knotted and he thought he would throw up.
You were quiet when you finally did speak. “I still love you too.”
Rafael looked at you, a huge grin on his face. He was overjoyed to hear your proclamation. “So now what?”
You furrowed your brows and an idea came to you, your face brightening. “I suppose we’re due for some makeup sex.”
Rafael blinked. “What?”
You stood up and tugged off your top. “Look, I don’t know about you - but it’s been awhile and I have needs. Are you complaining?”
Rafael stood, shrugging off his coat and also making quick removal of his clothes. “No, not at all. Just not what I expected to happen.”
You were down to your panties. “Just gotta make one call.” Rafael nodded, continuing to undress. You grabbed your phone and called Liv. “Hey, Liv - personal emergency, I won’t be able to make it - no everything will be fine - no you don’t need to come by. I’ll make it up. Thanks.”
You tossed your phone onto the couch and stretched out your hand. “Come on.”
**
Rafael groaned as he pounded into you with punctuated thrusts. You grabbed the sheets desperately as pleasure coursed your body. Being reunited with Rafael was almost too much - no one ever fucked you as well as he did - and no one ever made you feel complete as he did. Rafael pushed your knee higher, changing the angle. His cock hit you at a new angle and you cried out.
“Oh fuck, fuck, yes, just like that!” Your back arched slightly. He dropped his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as he slid his tongue into yours. Rafael quickened his pace and you snaked your hand between your bodies to rub your clit.
“Gonna… fuck… gonna come…” Rafael groaned.
“Come for me, give it to me.” You panted. “Need it. Need you.”
Rafael stiffened, groaning your name as he came, filling the condom you insisted he wear for the time being. You continued to rub with one hand as your orgasm approached, you used your other hand to grip his arm tightly. You threw your head back as you cried out Rafael’s name as your orgasm peaked and washed over you.
Rafael pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead as your body grew slack. He removed himself and rolled his body off yours. He removed the condom, tying it in a knot before disposing it into the trash bin at the foot of your bed. Rafael rejoined you in the bed and you curled into his embrace.
You stroked his chest softly, running the tips of your fingers through his chest hair. “We have a lot to work on.”
Rafael grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “I know, hermosa.”
You looked up at him. “For us to work - it’s going to take time. We have a lot to work on - a lot to unpack.”
“As long as it takes. I don’t want to lose you again.”
You propped yourself up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Well, since we have so much time ahead of us now… why don’t we make up for lost time?”
Rafael arched his brow and you squealed as he pulled you up on top of him.He kissed you deeply and rolled you onto your back once more. He began to press kisses along your body, shimmying down.
He got to the apex of your thighs and spread your legs. You met his eyes and he winked before dropping his mouth to you again.
FIN.
***
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same anon again! and totally cool with the last request :) So I popped up with a new one. Same thing daphne x reader using 15 and/or 47 from the prompt list! (preferably daphne asking out reader but anything’s cool) :))
A/N: Hi lovely anon... You're the sweetest <3 I really think you might be my official fav person rn :D And yes, yes, I'm super happy to see you again in my inbox and... oh boy, I love Daphne x Reader so much. Here you go with with the requests you asked for :)
Warnings: Might add but I consider both of those works as children-friendly lol (maybe some alcohol but that's pretty much it)...
15: “Just tell her that.” / “Such a pep talk…”
"Pansy?"
You burst into the Slytherin common room with as much energy as your legs could carry you with at the late hour as it was. Exactly, 1 am, if to be radically precise. But getting acquainted with Pansy's strange late-night habits for over seven years, you knew you could find her sprawling over the large lounge, still awake, with the Firewhisky drink in her hand per usual.
As presumed, you were right -- she was sitting, still fully dressed in her school robes and staring aloof at the fireplace, drifting more in her perplexing thoughts than she would want to. Hearing your sleepy voice, however, made her tilt her head and glance at you, standing in your emerald-green pajamas, at the entrance of the stairs to the girls' room.
She smirked. "Insomnia playing over?" she asked, teasingly, her sparkling eyes locking with your fluttery ones.
"No," you answered carefully before covering your mouth from a yawn to which Pansy's smirk widened. You flopped tiredly on the sofa, next to her and laid your head instinctively on her shoulder. "There's something I wanted to talk with you about."
"That's why you got out of bed? To talk to me about something you could do as well in the morning but without bothering your pretty face?" she asked, and though you couldn't see her face, you imagined she was frowning in incomprehension.
"Well..." you drawled, already partly regretting you had decided to come over with such a sensitive issue to her. "It's the only time Daphne is not around."
"Oh...Is that--" Pansy gasped in enthusiasm, throwing your head off of her to which you reacted with a small moan of pain, to look directly into your face. "Are you going to finally admit you're so madly in love with her and that you drool at her every time she doesn't look?"
Well, that was straightforward...
"W-what?" you sputtered out, trying to make sense of what you wanted to express. But dealing suddenly with too much confusion and surprise, you found it to be a challenging task to perform. "How would you know? I've never told anyone!"
At the raised, almost frantic tone of your voice, Pansy grinned, probably satisfied with the fact she dared to shock you. "You are the worst player in this puppy-love game if you haven't noticed yet," she said, arching her eyebrows. "It's almost hard to miss you staring at her in the classrooms or... I don't know... even when you talk to her, smiling like mad. Only concerns are for Daphne, who seems to be totally oblivious to that."
"You think? I mean, hasn't she noticed? Did she s--"
"No," Pansy interrupted you intentionally, rolling her eyes. "I think she has other doubts than that. Besides... it's also she who attempts to hide her goo-goo eyes from you."
You frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Ughh... She has a crush on you too! Happy?"
"No, she does no--"
"Of course she does, you unheeding dolt! One time, I even caught her scribbling your name in her notebook with small hearts around. What do you think it means?"
"I--" Momentarily speechless, you dropped your gaze to the hands and unconsciously started playing with your fingers. "I don't know what to say..."
"Just tell her that." Pansy shrugged, finding the simplest solution in everything while eloquently sipping her drink. "It's a normal thing to do. Go over to her during lunchtime and talk to her. Confess."
You huffed, suddenly feeling a stream of sarcasm dancing on your tongue. "Oh, really? Such a pep talk, you know... Thanks, Pans."
She nudged you with her elbow. "C'mon. You've wasted plenty of time daydreaming about her. It's a moment to take up action. Tomorrow, it's your round, or otherwise, it might pass."
Sighing, you peeked at her with seriousness. "I don't know about that."
"Then you'll never know," she commented aptly, and you knew she made her point. "I realize it might be confusing. But hey, no matter what happens, I'll be always there for you. Remember?"
"Remember," you repeated, somehow feeling more confident than you had been ten minutes ago.
XOXOXO
47. “Are you asking if I’m a single?” / “Okay… I-I will.”
The party night was... disastrous, to say at least.
And you really didn't want to be here. But all thanks to your best friend, Susan, who was definitely a go-go type of a person and had been insistently persuading you to get out with her ("This'd be so fun, Y/N!" said she with already a little too drunk tone), by now you were being pushed in the crowd of inebriated people, soaking in sweat due to the heated breaths that were puffing and blowing at your neck from all around. Making your best attempts to push your way, conflict-less, to some less teeming space, you met with a failure by being shoved to your previous position by someone's hips from behind and a loud 'Watch it!'.
Frustration and exasperation accumulated in you, and you felt truly flustered with a situation. As it turned out, flustered enough to provoke the combative self you hadn't known existed in you, to start jostling everyone around to move away from your path to freedom. It required a few angry 'ouches' and curses sent towards you, but finally...Finally, you succeeded in getting away from the bustle and a disgusting odor of sweat that hurt your nostrils just too much.
"Double Scotch, please," you said breathlessly to the bartender as you had reached the bar and casually leaned over the counter. "Triple if needed. Make it extra strong."
The bartender nodded merely, giving you a perfunctory smile, before taking care of your order by grasping some liquor from the shelf and pouring it professionally into the glass. Too distracted with exhaustion from too loud music and screeches from the crowd singing along the songs' lyrics, you hadn't even noticed a blonde girl with a glint of explicit interest in her eyes staring at you. Well, not until...
"Is it a way of dealing with the party?" the girl asked, smiling. "Or are you trying to forget you're here?"
"Both, I guess." You laughed, turning your head to behold a nice-looking gal who was casually sipping her Mohito drink. A really nice-looking, actually. Her hair was laid in the smooth curls on her broad shoulder, emphasizing her soft facial features and shiny, blue eyes. Dressed in the tight gleaming-black dress with the heals lengthening her legs, she looked more than appealing. "I was forced by a friend to come. Not my intention."
"Tell me about it," muttering under her breath, she playfully rolled her eyes and smirked suggestively. Then with an outstretched hand, she proffered you an inviting smile and introduced herself, "I'm Daphne."
You took a hand invitation, shaking in lightly and reciprocating a smile. "Y/N."
"So, you came here with a friend?" the girl, now as you knew Daphne, asked you with an arousing curiosity. "Or girlfriend, or boyfriend?"
Alcohol being the best solution for straightforwardness as it was, forced you to express your first-moment thought without any earlier contemplation. "Are you asking if I'm single?" You took a gulp of your drink and squinted suddenly at the realization of your words. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that! It's just--"
"It's okay, I'm aware of the after-alcohol effects," Daphne soothed you down and tried her best to hide her pre-momentary shock from her face, though you could still detect it.
You fucking idiot!
"Yeah, I've come here with my roommate. She loves parties and said it would be a crime to miss one, especially on Friday night," you answered her question, attempting to get slickly out of your faux pas.
Smiling, forgetting about your little confusion, and ignoring the noise from the background, you chatted, relishing each other's company and treating it as a make-up for ruined Friday plans, fault laying on both of your friends' sides. How much time had passed while you were sitting there, taking the next rounds from the bartender and goggling at each other you didn't know, but one thing was sure -- you both definitely enjoyed it.
The things came, however, to the end as soon as Susan, plastered as you had never seen her before, approached you in a stumbling manner. She was giggling like mad, which clearly indicated one thing -- it's about time to export her back to the house.
"What the heck?! It's not a funeral, peach. Come dance with me!" she screamed as if she was on the opposite side of the room, putting her arms around your shoulder and dangling on you to keep her balance. "Cooooommmmee..."
"No," you shot back, also drunk but much less than her, which made you take responsibility in your hands. Instead of looking at Susan, however, you glanced at Daphne apologetically. "We're calling a cab."
"But, I--"
"Shut it," you said, a little angry with her intoxicated state but yourself having a bit of a problem creating a coherent sentence. "The party is over. We're- are go-ing home."
Susan made a small groan but said nothing, to which you were very thankful because you wanted to end the conversation with Daphne. The sudden influx of bravery had overtaken, and you asked her to hand over her phone. So she compliantly did, and you tapped your phone number on the screen, saving it on the contacts list before handing it back to the proper owner.
"I'm sorry it turned out that way. In these circumstances," you apologized to Daphne, the weight on your arm becoming gradually heavier as your friend wriggled in her place, still grasping your shoulder like to necessary sanity. "It was nice meeting you."
Daphne smiled at that. "You too. Good luck with..." She didn't finish her sentence, but you concluded she was referring to the little situation with drunken Susan.
"Thanks. Oh, and..." You suddenly changed the timbre of your voice to a little deeper one, almost exigent actually. "...don't forget to call me."
A coy smile spread on Daphne's lips, and she said, more in the murmur than a normal tone, "Okay...I-I will..."
And then, you were strolling away, satisfied with how your Friday turned out, much less lame than you had initially assumed.
Maybe the party wasn't such a bad idea after all.
XOXOXOXO
A/N: I enjoyed writing those actually. These had to be drabbles but somehow turned out to be full-length one-shots. But no fault of mine; these were just my hands doing most of the job! I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my friends (yes, it's me bragging I have a private life lol), and I'm sitting at my computer to write the next goodie :) See ya in some time!
Btw, as I've counted (via my computer) it's almost 2k words. What's wrong?!
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Still Here - Wooyoung
Summary: But why did you have to go?
A/N: Hello! This is an advance gift fic from me to reaching 400 followers! And yes, this is the mystery fic I was talking about and at the same time the discussion I had with you a few weeks ago. The gif is also not mine, credits goes out to the rightful owner.
Two years after success found the boy group, ATEEZ, KQ decided to debut a girl group for a change. Originally, they wanted the girl group to debut in Seven Seasons - a subsidiary company of KQ - debut a seven member girl group called 7S or short for Seven Seasons. However, the plans fell apart and the casting and recruiting was given to KQ, what kept intact was to debut a seven member girl group, but with a different name.
KQ decided to name this girl group as Girls’ Paradise. It was an ambitious project brought to you by KQ, having used half a million just to bring in seven individuals into the company and laying down each girl a million won to train. The company’s best trainee? You.
You were a breath of fresh air to the company, a trainee they have never seen before. When the choreographers teach you all of you the basics of dance steps, you were quick to pick all of it up. The vocal and rap trainers were impressed at how clear your vocals and good your pronounciations are. Quick to master the english language, be able to compose lyrics overnight and quick to adapt to the hectic schedule given by the company. The company started to call you “the female hongjoong”. But you brushed that nickname of, saying that they are just too humble to give you that nickname.
You were excited to hear the news that Girls’ Paradise is finally set to debut. What shocked you more was that it was your senior idols ATEEZ Hongjoong and Mingi who majority produced the songs for your mini album. Hearing this news, you couldn’t help but thank them everytime you get the chance to meet them inside the company building. And on one particular day, Hongjoong and Mingi invited you to go on a dinner with them. Ecstatic to get close to your senior idols, you agreed. What you didn’t expect is to meet the whole members of ATEEZ at a restaurant their road manager pulled up at.
You were so shy to join in dinner with eight males in a private room at the second floor of the restaurant, but the boys made you feel welcome. It was safe to say that you had gotten close with Seonghwa, San and Mingi. What the fans were saying were true, Seonghwa is very motherfly and San and Mingi were childish yet mature. Jongho cracked a few jokes with you that helped you open to him, and it did. And beside you, Wooyoung has this look on your face that you couldn’t explain. But that was only the beginning.
You began to see Wooyoung around more often unlike before. If you say its because you both are from the same company, it doesn’t guarantee that you would always run into each other. You tried to brush it off at first, but then the unthinkable happened. Tensions arose between the two one night in the practice room, and from that night on, it continued to happen.
"Ms Y/N is ready for her makeup” You smiled upon hearing that voice, you opened your eyes and found Wooyoung standing behind you in the changing room. He picked up the hairbrush and gently brushed your hair gently.
“Relationship aside, you look pretty without make up on” He smiles at you through the mirror, you felt your inside tingling, Woo made sure not to brush your hair too hard.
“And I like your hair longer. It suits you.” You smiled, turning your head up to smile at him. Placing a hand under your chin before he leans down to capture your lips with his. Pushing his tongue inside your mouth while his other hand gripped on your waist. Tasting the wine being offered at the awards show from his mouth, a cold hand wrapping around your neck, shivering at the contact. As you two slightly pull away, eyes looking at each other intensely. There is a long pause, hearts pounding inside your chests were the only sounds visible to hear.
“My stylist doesn’t come back in fifteen minutes, if you’re wondering.” Biting your lower lip flirtatiously before standing up and teasingly removing the white robe around you. Wooyoung’s eyes darted around your body that he loves. The sight of your pink panties already has his cock erected, wanting to come out of his pants.
A smirk paints his lips he removes the robe and hoists you up the table, back leaning the vanity mirror. Brushing your hair back before he attaches his lips once more with yours, a hand holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss while his other free hand wanders on your leg, hoisting it up and wrapping it around his waist.
That’s what you and Wooyoung are - nothing more than just friends with benefits. And it seemed that it was the best relationship for the two of you, neither wanting to be committed with someone and only to be wallet and emotionally drained after a few months or a few years. Apart from that, you both love performing on stage, no other person holding you back from what you both love doing.
The invigorating hands that touches between your legs sends a twinge of pleasure through you as he traces a hand over the fabric of your underwear. “Look at you, so beautiful and addicting” he whispers, taking in your view with his eyes.
“But you’ve always been beautiful - covered or bared” with that, Wooyoung attaches his lips on the crook of your neck that sends out a soft moan from your lips, his hand slipping inside the fabric of your underwear to palm your dampened pussy. You quickly arched your back and rubbed his erected clothed cock with your free hand, the harder you rub your hand through his clothed cock, the faster his lips slide up and down your neck. His lips were then fastened at the nape of your neck, not letting go as he gave a gentle bite on your neck, sending chills all over your body.
“We have to be quick, Y/N” he pauses “and I think you’re ready for me” he unbuckles his pants along with his boxers down, letting them slide down to his ankles and before grabbing your legs, teasingly poking the tip of his cock to your tight entrance.
“Stop teasing” you whined, slightly swinging your legs to which Wooyoung laughs softly, amused by your reaction.
“Even if your stylist walks in on us, do you think I would stop fucking you here? Not a chance. Let’s get caught in the act together” and with that, he plunges his cock inside your entrance. No matter how many times you and Woo have done it, it still surprises you how seeing him alone is already enough to make you this wet for him.
Wooyoung begins to pump fast and furiously, making his cock very happy to be inside you again and your pussy wanting to melt. Gently caressing your outer thighs and up to your hips, hearing his low moans in your ear,
“Faster...please...” you begged. Woo increased his pace, feeling his dick move and harden inside you had you a moaning mess. Your pussy pulsating and contracting all around his throbbing cock when all of a sudden, the door slightly opens and suddenly closes down, but the two of you were lost in the moment of pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum...” you mewled. Wooyoung bit down on your shoulder and you came over and over, rocking his hips against his.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum” Wooyoung said, sweat beading his brow. He gritted his teeth as he slammed into you hard.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” you shrieked as hot cum shots all over your pussy walls. Wooyoung came inside you, filling your pussy with his cum. As the two of you catched your breaths, the room smelling of sex and rose water.
“I love you” you confessed out of nowhere. You knew it was risky saying those three words to him, knowing too well what you two just are. But you were hoping that, despite this kind of relationship, he would, at least, just feel a small percentage of love for you.
“Y/N....you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wooyoung said as he slowly pulls away from the hug. You suddenly felt a wash of shame run over you. Maybe it was best that you didn’t confess. You thought he would at least feel something for you, but apparently not.
Weeks turned into months, you and Wooyoung have not spoken or seen each other. It was awkward. Whenever you knew ATEEZ was in the building, you’d skip entering the company building and call in sick instead. Promising your managers and members that you would double your efforts in practising the following day. But there were days wherein you couldn’t help but cross paths together. For example, music show promotions. Whenever Girls’ Paradise is standing besides ATEEZ, you would always stand farthest, just to be able to be away from him. You hated seeing and mentioning his name. It tasted sour now in your mouth.
“Congratulations! The company has confirmed sixteen cities for your first European tour! After the European tour, you will be given a few days off before going to your North American tour which the company has also confirmed eight cities!”
The news of the tour sounded pleasing in your ears. You were happy to see the growth of your girl group right before your eyes. You couldn’t wait to leave the country next week.
Wooyoung hated to admit it, but he was scared of falling in love. He didn’t know if it was also right to say “i love you too” to someone whom he harbored feelings for but was scared to admit of falling. He hated it how he felt like he was at fault. But he was determined to talk to you.
He was about to march into the dance room you and your group often used to practice, but he was met with an empty and clean room.
“Uh....what are you doing?” Hongjoong asks, eyeing Wooyoung while he held a cup of coffee he picked up from the 7/11 downstairs.
“Are they not here?” He asks, tilting his head before slowly closing the door.
“Oh you didn’t heard?” Hongjoong sighs before taking a sip on his hot americano. “They’re on a tour and they’d be home two months from now.” Hongjoong takes another sip before entering the other dance room that ATEEZ often occupies, leaving Wooyoung standing alone outside.
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Ball | Colson Baker
Requested? Nah
Warnings? None? It’s super long and idk if it’s good
Summary: After quarantine and covid seems to be lifted, the hollywood scene wants to celebrate through a masquerade ball. Being a somewhat famous pop singer you attend with your best friend and meet Machine Gun Kelly where the night certainly becomes interesting
Word Count: 2,651
(y/h/c) = your hair color
(y/e/c) = your eye color
Part 2 is here
“Who the fuck throws a ball nowadays?” Colson asks, fixing the sleeves of his suit for the millionth time and turning to his friend.
“I don’t know man,” Pete says shrugging his shoulders before moving to the mirror Colson was standing in front of to check over his suit one more time.
The two best friends were invited to a ball in Hollywood and by the advice of their managers, decided to go. They both thought it was ridiculous, rich people dressed up in suits and dresses for no fucking reason other than they were bored was dumb to the pair. But they had to make an appearance because according to their teams “everyone would be there” and it’s important to make an image.
It hopefully wasn’t going to totally suck, they at least could hang out with each other all night. The only thing they knew is that it was going to be a few speeches, some food, and lots of dancing. Hopefully, they could leave early.
Even though you would never admit it, you’ve always wanted to go to a ball. You had grown up watching Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, and Tangled where all these princesses had beautiful gowns and romantic first dances that you always dreamed of having. You thought you would never experience that but tonight you just might have the chance.
"I can't believe we're going to a masquerade ball!" your childhood best friend Ava cheers excitedly.
Ever since you became somewhat of a pop star, you never wanted to attend the parties your manager asked you to. Your anxiety always ruined them and you left early. But quarantine was officially over, you had Ava, a stunning dress, and a mask to hide your identity. It was perfect.
“It’s really fucking cheesy but I’m still excited,” she tells you, and you nod.
The idea of a masquerade ball was super cheesy right now. After spending over half a year quarantined, and wearing masks everywhere for safety, wearing a decorative mask to cover your face for the ball was super cliche in a way. However, you were just happy to get out of the house, going to your first ball, and seeing some of your industry friends after months.
“Okay, last checks,” Ava announces turning towards you.
You look over each other, checking that your dresses were all set, heels strapped, purses had everything inside, and you were ready to go. You link arms and head downstairs where your limo would take you to the ballroom. During the drive, you and Ava talk about who would be at the extravagant event, who you might meet for the first time, and what other things they would have at the ball.
No matter how big you had gotten, you were still starstruck whenever you met some of your favorite celebrities. Ava loved seeing your reaction, which contained you not knowing how to speak, shaking and holding onto your face as you repeated the same words over and over as the other person sometimes either did the exact same thing or looked at you like you were crazy.
What could you say? This wasn’t your lifestyle. You grew up in a small town and loved it there. That was more your speed some days and other days you couldn’t think of leaving LA. It was a balance.
When the limo stops, the two of you carefully step out and are instantly bombarded by paparazzi trying to figure out who you are underneath the mask. You link arms once more and security helps push through the crowd to get you to the red carpet.
Your publicist tells you to go first, take some photos, pose, and then have Ava join you. When you’re finally finished, you head into the ballroom.
Colson and Pete really didn’t feel like dealing with the paparazzi when they got to the event. So, they pushed through the crowd, headed to the red carpet, and before they could shove their way through, Colson’s manager stops him.
“Just a few pictures,” he says and Colson rolls his eyes internally but nods instead.
As the two friends wait, Colson’s eyes wander around to the other celebrities surrounding him. Underneath everyone’s “masks” he was having a hard time trying to figure out who was who. While he and Pete decided to attend the ball, they opted out of wearing masks, practically ignoring the theme altogether.
Finally, his manager lets him go and Colson takes a few pictures, before joining Pete for pictures, and then they’re finally allowed into the ballroom. It’s practically packed to the brim with people and the two friends look at each other before giving the signature best friend look. The one that says “fuck, I really don’t wanna do this” but here they were.
They head straight to their table, stopping occasionally to greet friends and other stars they knew. When Pete sits down, he takes a quick look around before pulling out a blunt and offering it to Colson. The older man immediately takes it, thanking his best friend before lighting it up and passing it back to Pete after taking a hit.
You had felt calm up until you reached the top of the stairs above the ballroom. There were hundreds of people dressed in black and white. Not only did crowds make you nervous, but you were dressed wrong.
Clad in a fiery red dress with a slit up the thigh and black heels to match, you were the only one not in black or white at the ball. Ava looks at you curiously as you pause at the top of the steps. Her gaze follows yours and something like realization flashes in her eyes.
"Babe, you look hot," she reassures you and you turn towards her. "Besides if anyone says anything I’ll tell them to fuck off."
With a giggle and a nod, you two link arms for one final time and head down the steps.
"Who the fuck is that?" Pete's voice pulls Colson out of his zoned out state to look at his best friend. He nudges Colson and points out two girls coming down the steps.
Colson does a double take as he watches them encapture the room with every step. His eyes are drawn to the girl in the red gown, quite literally standing out among a sea of black and white. Her (y/h/c) hair falls down her shoulders and moves effortlessly as she looks across the hundreds of party goers, and it's like he’s drawn to her in some way.
He can’t see her face underneath the mask but he’s certain of two things. Those are the most gorgeous (y/e/c) eyes he had ever seen even from across the room. And he thought she was fucking stunning, mask or no mask on. He’s breathless watching every step she takes and at this point he doesn’t care if he’s staring.
He can't tell if she meant to or not, but her dress code defiance had caught every eye including his. And he had to know who she was.
"Who do you think it is?" Pete asks, breaking Colson out of his stupor once more.
"No clue. But I wanna find out."
You were starting to believe that everyone in Hollywood truly did like to hear their own voice. You had been listening to speeches for what felt like hours and you were certain you'd have to fake an illness to get out. Thankfully as you're rehearsing a speech to get out of there, the music starts and so does the real fun.
"Let's go dance before I die of boredom," Ava says dramatically before grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the makeshift dance floor.
The two of you sing along to the lyrics, dancing around and overall making general fools out of yourselves. It was the best you had felt in a long time, finally able to enjoy a night out with minimal anxiety and your best friend next to you. Nothing seemed to be better than this moment and you were grateful.
You danced and danced until your feet begged for a break and you're dying for some water. You tell Ava where you're headed and she doesn't hesitate to accompany you to the drinks station.
"Bro, I need to find that girl," Colson says grabbing Pete the minute the speeches are over and the music is blaring.
"What girl?"
"The one in the red dress walking down the stairs earlier. I don't know man, I just feel like I need to meet her, talk to her."
Colson hadn’t thought of anything else but the girl ever since he laid eyes on her. He was practically bouncing up and down in his seat from nerves throughout all the speeches. He knew if he didn’t find her soon he might never and that wasn’t an option.
"You're fucking crazy dude. You don't even know her," Pete says brushing his friend off.
"Come on man just help me find her."
"Fine. But only cause I wanna find her friend."
The two best friends set off into the crowded room and search all over for the two girls. They start off wandering the outside, wondering if they ditched the dance floor for something more interesting. As they search, Colson wonders why this girl has such an effect on him but can't get a hold on why as he looks.
And then he sees it. A flash of red passes by and he sees the girl headed straight for the drinks table and her friend right beside her. They look out of breath, and Colson realizes they really must have been dancing all night and Pete and Colson are a bit dumb for not checking there first. He’s stuck watching her for a second when he breaks out of his trance and heads back over to his best friend.
"Bro," Colson says pointing and the younger of the two turns to see the two girls finally grabbing their drinks. The two best friends give each other a look before starting to head over to the two girls.
"Dude this drink hits," you tell Ava and she nods as she takes another sip. You take a deep breath as you survey the room and all of the people going hard on the dance floor.
As your eyes sweep the room, you're suddenly choking on your drink as two people make their way over to you. You set down your drink quickly and turn to Ava who’s watching people on the dance floor, completely oblivious as to who’s coming your way.
"Ava!" you squeal and she gives you a confused look. You smack her arm and try to point subtly and when she sees them she’s freaking out too.
“Oh my god that’s-” she begins but neither of you can freak out too much considering the two men were practically a foot from you.
"Ladies," Pete says upon walking up to the two of you. You both stand there for a second, starstruck when you remember he doesn't know who you are under the mask and take it to your advantage.
"Hi," you say smiling widely. You watch as Pete's eyes can barely leave your best friends figure and you're practically screaming in excitement for her. “This is Ava,” you introduce and Pete’s face breaks into a wide smile.
"May I have this dance?" he asks, gesturing his hand to Ava and you have to nudge her to react.
"Of course," she says, back to her smooth exterior. Her hand slides easily into his and as they walk away, she turns back for just a second to mouth a quick 'oh my god' and you giggle.
"Uhm," you hear from next to you and you almost pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.
"Hi," Colson says and you've decided this is the best day of your life.
Growing up, you listened to a million different types of music and even more different types of artists. Around high school, the harder part of your life, you found Machine Gun Kelly's music. The lyrics hit different like no other artist and you found yourself relating to each word and each song and connecting on such a different level. You looked up to him probably more than anyone else in the industry.
And here he was. Standing in front of you. It was practically a miracle you weren’t freaking out.
"Hi," you finally get out and he smiles sheepishly. That damn perfect smile that he claims he doesn't like.
It also didn't hurt that you had a massive crush on him too. He was in an all black suit, the button down popped open at the top and you can’t help your eyes from running over the exposed tattoos. His hair falls over his piercing blue eyes and the minute they meet yours you’re breathless.
"You look beautiful," he says and you're definite that you could die happy right here right now.
"Thank you," you respond blushing furiously under your mask and looking down at your shiny black heels.
You try to think of something, anything to say, how much you loved his music, how excited you were for the nex album, literally anything but you were drawing a blank. You wondered for a moment if he had any idea of who you were underneath the mask and if he didn’t, why was he interested in you if he had no idea who you were?
Colson was certain he might pass out just standing near you. You were even prettier up close and while he still had no clue who you were he didn’t care. Even the small silence between you two was enchanting and he couldn’t help but enjoy every second spent in your presence.
"Do you wanna dance?" Colson finally asks when the song changes to a slower one and you’re practically two seconds from passing out on the spot.
"You don't even know me," you tell him and he shrugs still extending his hand making your heart race even faster.
"I think that makes it a bit more fun right?"
You're at a loss for words as you nod and take his hand in yours. Your hands slot together perfectly as he leads you towards the dance floor and you're breathless the minute his left-hand lands on your waist and your opposite hands intertwine. His eyes are locked on your as he starts to move the two of you and you’re somehow hyper aware of his every touch on your body.
You spin throughout the ballroom, his gaze never leaving yours, or your body, and you never want it to end. It's a simple waltz, but the dips and spins leave you practically gasping as you can't even wrap your head around the fact that you just met Machine Gun Kelly and now you're dancing with him.
Colson was euphoric when his hand met hers and he knew she was something special. He had never felt so calm and energetic around someone in his entire life. Gliding around the ballroom felt like something straight out of a movie and while Colson never believed in love at first sight before he was starting to now.
The music comes to a close and Colson pulls you close. You want to say something, anything, even just tell him your name but you're so entranced by him and his movements you're rendered silent.
His hands move slowly from your body to your cheeks and his fingers dance dangerously close to the edge of your mask.
"May I?" he asks and you nod unable to speak. His left-hand drops back down to your waist as his right-hand pulls the mask off and you're officially exposed underneath his striking blue eyes.
"Ms. (y/l/n)," he whispers. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
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blueberry pancakes // rc
part three | series masterlist
warning; underaged drinking, it gets a little steamy, but there’s nothing explicit
summary; y/n goes to a kook party with rafe
word count; 3k+
y/n jogged out of her room when her phone rang with the ‘i’m here’ text she’d been waiting for since he first asked her to come tonight. she couldn’t tell if the excitement or anxiety in her chest was winning the internal battle, but she tried to push both of them aside.
her phone rang again, this time with a call from john b that slightly surprised her but she answered it anyways.
“hello?” she waved at her mom that was standing in the kitchen, who smiled brightly and waved at the girl as she walked outside.
“hey! what are you doing tonight?” she sighed as her eyes locked on the truck in her driveway, knowing that if she told john b the truth it would end in a lecture or an argument.
“i’m going out.” she mumbled softly, hoping he didn’t press further, but that proved to be purely wishful thinking on her end.
“where?” she sighed softly after she locked her front door, standing on her porch for a bit longer. rafe could see her standing in front of her door, not understanding what she was doing until she pulled the phone away from her ear as she sighed out heavily.
“kelce’s.”
“so you’re going full kook, now?” she laughed bitterly, eyes locking with rafe’s through the windshield. she tried to apologize with gestures and an apologetic glance but he waved her off with a small laugh that she couldn’t hear.
“you sound like jj.”
“well maybe jj had a point.” she laughed again, this time loud enough for rafe to hear through the window he had rolled down.
“that’s perfect, really. you two can fall in love with kooks and i can’t even hang out with them. i’d really love to stand here and listen to you run off all of your reasons why this is a bad idea, but unfortunately i just don’t have the time for that.” she started walking towards rafe’s car, hoping to end this conversation quickly.
“you’re hanging out with rafe and topper, y/n! that’s hardly the same thing!” y/n rolled her eyes when she opened the door to the truck and heard john b scoff loudly when the sound reached his ears.
“funny that we’re just going to skip over the fact that you’re fucking the princess os kooks, john b. sarah’s as much of a kook as rafe is.” rafe cringed at the mention of john b and his sister’s relationship, and y/n smiled apologetically at him.
“sarah hasn’t dedicated her life to ruining the pogues, y/n.”
“okay well i’ll talk to you later. thank you for voicing your concern but i can assure you i’m doing just fine.” rafe smiled at her softly when she pulled herself into the truck, rolling her eyes but smiling at the sight of him beaming brightly in the driver’s seat.
“y/n, just listen-”
“bye routledge.” she ended the call and leaned her head back against the seat, sighing heavily and dropping her phone in her lap.
"regret spending time with me, yet?” rafe quizzed, genuine curiosity flooding his senses but he tried to play it off with a small chuckle and a bright smile.
“no.” she smiled back at him, letting the moment linger for a little while longer before laughing and telling him to start the car.
the drive to kelce’s wasn’t too long. they did have to make it from the cut to figure eight, but it was surprisingly shorter than most rides between the two parts of the island.
y/n had laughed almost the entire drive over, watching rafe sing the wrong lyrics to the songs playing through his stereo quite loudly. the windows were down, and usually y/n would’ve complained about messing up her hair just before she saw and met a bunch of people, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
it was almost just like she expected it to be. cars lining the street in front of kelce’s house, kids littering the yard with red solo cups and their bodies, bound to get a noise complaint between the music from inside and the yelling outside.
rafe saw the slight hesitation from y/n, but she pushed a smile forward and got out of the car anyways. she knew some of these people, and with rafe by her side, she didn’t feel the need to cower in a corner all night long.
rafe’s hand found a home on the small of her back almost instantly, leading her through the yard and the house skillfully, as he had done many times before. y/n found it almost insane when she actually relaxed at the sight of topper, never thinking that would happen in her entire life.
“y/n!” the boy cheered from a few feet away, stretching his arms out beside him as a bright smile spread across his lips.
y/n laughed at his excitement, surely induced by alcohol, and watched him push people out of his way to make the small journey over to her. he lifted her off of the ground and spun her around, rambling off about how he was excited that she agreed to come.
rafe watched the scene unfold before him, smiling when y/n’s laugh filled the air around him. he had never found something so simple sound so melodic, finding the warmth in his chest slightly comforting and entirely terrifying.
when y/n was back on her feet topper threw an arm around her shoulders and began scanning the room for kelce. he found the boy after only a minute of looking, pulling y/n along with him while rafe followed close behind.
y/n’s hand lingered behind her subtly, feeling rafe’s hand fold into hers gently, a reassuring thumb rubbing circles on the inside of her palm. rafe only dropped her hand when kelce took notice to the three of them, leaving his conversation to walk over to them.
“you came!” kelce said excitedly, throwing his arms around y/n in a much calmer manner than topper had down previously.
“i guess i did.” she laughed gently, watching kelce smile knowingly, though he was still glad she came.
“well i’m glad you did. just have fun, alright? kook parties are better than pogue parties, and i’ve made it my mission to prove that to you.” y/n laughed, but she didn’t doubt that the three boys surrounding her had full intentions of following through with that.
she had thrown back her third shot of the night, biting down on the lime rafe held out for her and smiled around the rind. rafe laughed loudly at the sight, taking a mental polaroid of the smiling girl.
she didn’t know how many songs she’d spent with her back pressed to rafe’s chest, or how many times she had laughed throughout the night. she hadn’t had this much fun at a party in months. she’d spent so long sulking over jj and kie’s relationship that she found herself longing for.
but she hadn’t thought of jj all night long, forgetting about the blond boy any time rafe’s large hands gripped her hips or pressed her against him. her mind was slightly fuzzy, but she knew that she would’ve done it all over again even without the multiple shots of tequila coursing through her.
rafe’s hand grabbed hers and spun her under his arm, another laugh of hers ripping through the air before she leaned into him. rafe’s head dipped into the bend of her neck, pressing a single kiss to bottom of it before his attention shifted across the room.
the blonde girl had gone unseen for close to an hour, thinking that the plan was going smoothly until rafe caught her trying to blend in and nursing the same beer all night to keep a clear head.
rafe leaned down and pressed his lips close to y/n’s ear, finding it difficult to ignore the way her fluid movements stuttered for a split second.
“we’ve got a double agent in the room.” y/n’s eyes followed rafe’s subtle point across the room and she sighed heavily when she caught sight of the blonde.
she knew sarah hated coming to kook parties, it was hard not to when she ranted about it almost every weekend. she hadn’t come to a kook party in weeks, which made her motive of the night crystal clear.
y/n turned to face rafe, her shoulders slumped and eyes slightly red as she looked up at him. she had stopped dancing, and rafe grew slightly concerned at her shift in mood.
he brought his hands up to her cheeks and ran his thumbs softly over her skin, watching her eyes flutter slightly. she leaned into his touch, her hands gripping his forearms softly.
“you want to get out of here?” she nodded slowly, the alcohol in her system making her movements slightly sluggish.
rafe grabbed her hand, walking towards the door and saying goodbye to multiple people on the way. a few people said goodbye to y/n, even if they had just met her hours before. topper was confused when rafe clapped a hand on his back, but rafe leaned in towards his ear and topper rolled his eyes before scanning the crowd.
he found the source of y/n and rafe’s early dismissal and nodded, understanding why y/n would want to flee. he said bye to rafe and gave y/n a tight hug, muttering a soft ‘come back soon’ before letting her follow rafe outside.
rafe opened the door to the truck for y/n, watching her pull herself up into it before shutting it behind her. y/n leaned backwards in the seat, eyes shutting softly as she sighed.
rafe pulled himself into the truck shortly after and smiled at the sight of her. she looked so peaceful beside him, eyes shut for the time being and chest rising and falling regularly.
“you’re staring.” she mumbled softly, eyes opening afterwards to see a smiling rafe not far from her.
“i don’t want to take you home yet.” she smiled at that, pushing herself to sit up straight.
“then don’t take me home.”
rafe let her pick the music on the way to their destination, rolling her eyes every so often at her picks, but sang along with her when he knew them. y/n was singing loudly, if you could even call it singing, laughing along with rafe when his laugh boomed through the car.
y/n smiled when the diner entered her line of sight, humming in content as she sat back in her seat. she jumped out of the car as soon as rafe parked it, not even waiting for him to shut it off before she was skipping towards the door.
she opened the door, bowing playfully towards rafe who just laughed as he walked up to her. he put his hand higher up on the door and playfully pushed her inside, finding her drunken state to be quite entertaining.
y/n waved at the staff who she’d grown to known over the years, not changing much from when she was younger, and plopped herself down in a booth. rafe slid in across from her, smiling widely at the sight of her beaming brightly.
“rafe cameron.” she said softly, leaning into her palm as she stared at him with a look he couldn’t quite decipher.
“yes, princess?” she blushed at the nickname, though that didn’t stop the eye roll she gave him.
“where have you been all my life?” he laughed gently, though there was a slight tug on his heart at the question.
truth be told, he’d known about y/n since he was a kid. though that was a given, since mostly everyone knew everyone on the island. but rafe had noticed her. truly and genuinely noticed her, and little things about her. she thought that the few things he rattled off on their first night at the diner had been just a few simple observations, but she had no idea about the hundreds of things he knew but kept to himself.
he thought she was beautiful, which is probably why he couldn’t stop himself from hitting on her around the pogues. he told himself, and she assumed, that it was all a ploy to get under the skin of her friends. surely, he did the same thing to kie, so it wasn’t anything to read into.
but that was far from the truth. he had felt drawn to y/n for years, and hitting on kie was only an attempt to even it out and tear suspicion away from him. topper noticed him staring every once in a while, but every time he mentioned it rafe shrugged him off quickly and asked why he would be staring at a pogue.
but she was so much more than just another pogue to him.
“right under your nose, i guess.” she smiled at that answer, missing the way his eyes shifted due to her haziness.
“well i’m glad you’re in front of me now.” she leaned over the table, watching rafe’s face light up ever so slightly as he drank in everything she was telling him.
“you’re drunk.” he said softly, paired with a laugh. y/n rolled her eyes but she couldn’t deny it, because she was drunk. but that didn’t affect the way she was smiling at him.
“that doesn’t change how i feel, rafe.” she rolled her eyes and leaned back in the booth, eyes lighting up at the stack of pancakes placed in front of her.
she gasped softly, completely forgetting about their conversation as she grabbed a fork and a knife and started cutting off pieces of blueberry pancake to shove in her mouth. rafe smiled at the excitement she was exuding, laughing gently when she hummed as she chewed.
she found herself sitting in rafe’s car hours later, staring at her front door. there was a light on for her tonight, which her and rafe were both thankful for. navigating in the dark is completely different when you’re drunk, so she was glad she didn’t have to go through that.
y/n looked at rafe, watching his smile falter ever so slightly at the fact that she was about to climb out of his car and disappear into the house in front of them. he knew he’d see her again, possibly even tomorrow, but that didn’t stop the disappointment in his chest.
“you’re doing it again.” she whispered softly, making his head snap to the side as he raised an eyebrow.
“doing what again?” she smiled gently, letting out the smallest laugh as she looked at him.
“sulking. you always do this when you drop me off.” his eyebrows furrowed, confusion flooding his mind but also slight shock. she noticed that he did that?
“sorry, i just- i can’t help it i guess.” she shrugged gently as her smile grew.
“it’s cute. you don’t want to watch me leave.” rafe scoffed at that, eyes rolling as he leaned his head back.
“baby, trust me when i say that i love watching you leave.” y/n gasped loudly and smacked the boy’s chest softly when he laughed loudly, her own laugh mixing in with his shortly after.
their laughter died out, but both held bright smiles as they stared at each other, gazes lingering on various parts of the other’s face. y/n had never thought she’d be drinking in the sight of rafe cameron while sitting in his truck that was parked in her driveway at such a late hour, but she couldn’t say she minded. he surely was a sight to see.
rafe moved first, leaning over the center console and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. he pulled her in, though it didn’t take much for her to lean in herself. their lips connected, slowly and softly. though the slow and soft connection didn’t last long before y/n was pressing into it harder, rafe’s tongue slipping between her lips shortly after.
it wasn’t rushed, but it was definitely passionate. it didn’t take long before y/n was ripping the seatbelt off of her and crawling over the center console. rafe’s arm quickly wrapped around her back, pulling her over his lap as she moved a leg on either side of him.
both of her hands were holding rafe’s head against hers, while his found a nice home just below her hips, grabbing hand fulls of her. they got lost in the moment, forgetting what time it was or where they were, the slight intoxicated state that y/n was in was barely a memory at the moment.
she was thoroughly convinced that any heightened sense was from the intoxication rafe provided her. all the alcohol in the world could never compete with the warmth that rafe was providing her. with his lips pressed against hers and the slightly heavy breathing, she had to force herself to pull back for air.
both of them were breathing heavily, staring at one another before they broke out into wide smiles and a fit of laughter. still sat in his lap, y/n leaned back softly and jumped when the horn blew. rafe pulled her into his chest quickly, his chest shaking with laughter once again.
“i should go.” she whispered softly, looking down at the boy under her who puffed out his bottom lip.
her thumb traced over his lip, pulling it down ever so slightly before letting it snap back into place. she found herself getting lost in the moment all over again before snapping herself out of it.
“i had fun.” she spoke softly, watching rafe nod before she crawled back into her seat beside him.
she grabbed her phone and leaned over one more time to kiss rafe again, letting it linger for only a second before she pulled back and pushed the door open. she looked back at him, both still smiling widely at one another.
“cameron?” she spoke softly and his smile grew as he nodded.
“i’ll call you.”
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Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Prologue
Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: Eventual smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption.
But in this chapter - themes of a sexual nature.
Author’s note: Everything in bold italics is a flashback. Yay! This is the first part of my sugar daddy/sugar baby Maxwell Lord x f!reader Christmas fic. If you want to be tagged in future parts please let me know! Enjoy x
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PREVIOUS - PROLOGUE - NEXT
It was an exciting day for the staff at Black Gold Cooperative, and exciting days at Black Gold Cooperative were often hard to come by. Every year Maxwell Lord would begrudgingly allow his staff to take a few hours out of their work schedule to help decorate his main headquarters in time for Christmas. Christmas music boomed throughout each floor as everyone from secretaries, associates, chefs and cleaners would help each other engage in festive decorating. It was so much fun, everyone was beaming and laughing. The staff made sure to enjoy every second of it because they knew by tomorrow it would all be over.
Brittany, one of Maxwell Lord’s three assistants, had designated her input to the main lobby as she ushered in loggers who had cut down the forest’s biggest Christmas tree. They were pushing it into the lobby but struggling to get it through the double doored main entrance. Fern and pine cones nudged off the tree and rolled along the red carpet in the entryway.
“What are you just standing there for? Go help them!” she commanded the doorman, Andreas, with a roll of her eyes. The tall and strong built doorman walked over to the loggers and asked them if they needed any help.
Brittany turned around when she saw the dazzling yellow gold fairy lights strung delicately along the grand staircase. Her heart stopped when she saw the man of her dreams walk down them. Her very own prince Charming. Maxwell Lord was in a daze as he looked around the lobby of his company’s headquarters. Christmas lights sparkle and shine all around him, tinsel and banners strung up over paintings and portraits. Maxwell would never involve himself with the Christmas decorating but he did have a duty to check that it wasn’t overly tacky each year.
His dark blonde hair glistened golden under the fairylights that surrounded him, and he looked so incredibly smart in his light blue suit jacket, lilac shirt and royal purple tie with matching pocket square. Of course he looked just as smart every day but it was always special when he chose to wear colour instead of just chiaroscuro. Brittany caught on to Maxwell’s confused expression when his eyes locked onto the struggling loggers and his doorman pushing a Christmas tree through the double door.
“What’s going on over there?” Maxwell asked as his other assistant, Stephanie, who handed him his go-to black coffee. Brittany approached him with a wide smile.
“They’re struggling because we decided to get a bigger Christmas tree this year. They’ve spent the past half an hour trying to push it through the door.” Brittany explained, scrunching her nose up in dismay.
“And who’s idea was it to get a bigger Christmas tree?” Maxwell asked, folding his arms against his chest. The loggers had finally pushed it through and were now trying to position it just by the left of the grand staircase. Maxwell huffed out an annoyed sigh as he saw the mess of fern that had trailed in behind the tree.
“Andreas’ idea.” Brittany pointed at the exhausted doorman who was now covered in dirt from trying to move the Christmas tree. That was a lie. It had been Brittany’s idea to get a bigger tree. Stephanie narrowed her eyes and shook her head at her colleague.
Maxwell Lord sauntered away from his assistant’s and to the shop that was located just by the main reception help desk. He’d go there everyday and purchase the same bar of chocolate and chat up the lady who he had working behind the counter.
Everyone continued with their decorating, humming the lyrics to Do They Know It’s Christmas by BandAid which had just been released that week. Seeing everyone so jolly lit a fire in Maxwell’s heart. It reminded him of his own childhood.
The only reason he kept up with the tradition of decorating Black Gold Cooperative for Christmas was because his father used to allow it too. And it was one of the only times of the year he got to spend with him. Maxwell remembered the way his father would lift him onto his shoulders and encourage Maxwell to put the star on the top of the tree. Once the young boy managed to do so, the whole of his father’s office would cheer and applaud for him. The pride was something that elated a young Maxwell and he loved the validation that he got from, not only his father’s inferiors, but most importantly, his own father.
Maxwell would accompany his father around the office and watch as he gave gifts to his employees. He was more than generous, handing things out such as expensive bottles of champagne and tickets to Santa’s grotto to those he knew had families.
“I want to go see Santa,” a young Maxwell wailed one year.
“And what could you possibly want to see Santa for?” Maxwell’s father laughed, pinching his son’s chubby cheeks. “You already have every single toy you could possibly want.”
Maxwell frowned, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling. “I want to meet Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.” the child admitted, folding his arms and puffing out his cheeks.
“I see.” Maxwell’s father chuckled before picking his son up and planting a kiss on his forehead. “You know daddy’s busy, but what if you ask mommy to take you?”
“Mommy never takes me anywhere.” Maxwell frowned sadly and his father nodded understandably, his arms tightening around his son as he hugged him. He knew his wife was an absent mother but there was so little he could do about it.
“Maybe next year, huh son? Would you like that? Daddy can try and get some time off work.” Maxwell nodded sadly as his father put him to the ground. “Now go to your playroom. I want you to finish writing your Christmas list so we can send it to Santa Claus.” His father encouraged. “Remember I want you to do your best cursive handwriting. Can you do that for me?”
Maxwell nodded happily before padding away to his playroom. Despite his father’s empty promises, he never got the chance to meet Santa Claus or speak to Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. He never got to experience the same things as other children his age did.
"Mr Lord, I was thinking we position the Christmas tree here. Decorate it with black and gold baubles, of course— oh, and tinsel too. What do you think?" Brittany asked, interrupting her boss’ thoughts. She twirled her finger in the air, gesturing for the logger’s to rotate the tall pine tree into a slightly new position. "That's much better. Now, Amanda wanted an angel on the top, bit I was thinking a gold glittered star would be much more fitting-"
The star at the top of the tree. Just like his childhood. Maxwell shook away the painful memories. He held his hand out, in a motion that would connote ‘stop’. Brittany listened. "I don't care." Maxwell said, looking up at the tree and shaking his head. Brittany’s grip tightened around her clipboard as she followed her boss to the grand staircase.
"Right, of course. My bad sir. But I was thinking how nice it may be, for you to have a Christmas tree in your own office?"
"And what purpose will that serve?" Maxwell asked with half a sigh before taking a sip of his espresso. His face soured at the bitter taste and he threw the practically full cup into the trash. He had forgotten how fast his hot drinks would turn cold during the incoming winter period. "What the fuck does it take to get a decent coffee around here?" He muttered to himself, but loud enough for Stephanie to hear. Stephanie scowled. No matter what she just couldn’t make a nice coffee.
"It would look nice," Brittany beamed. "Festive."
"No." Maxwell replied, checking the time on his gold wristwatch. Slightly alarmed, he turned away from the lit up staircase and he began to approach the elevator, Brittany continuing to follow quickly behind him.
"Sir, don't you like Christmas?" Brittany asked her boss curiously.
"No." Maxwell repeated, his voice just as monotone as before. He really didn’t want to talk about this.
"But why not?"
"Brittany do I pay you to ask me questions?" Maxwell snapped, spinning around on his heel and grabbing his assistant by her chin. She looked up at her boss, fluttering her dark eyelashes which framed her emerald coloured eyes.
"No sir." She replied innocently, biting her lower lip. Maxwell smirked, his grip tightening on her.
"What do I pay you for?" he growled quietly, his face just inches away from hers.
"You pay me to look pretty and be there whenever you may need any assistance." Brittany remembered his exact words from the day he hired her.
"Good girl," Maxwell praised. "I don't appreciate all these questions from you. You want to put your mouth to good use? I suggest you shut up and head to my office. Undress yourself. I'll be five minutes."
Brittany nodded with an eager smile spread across her face and bolted up the grand staircase. Once Maxwell had shared a few polite sentiments and signed a few autographs from the loggers who had come in with the Christmas tree, he took the elevator to the 22nd floor of his office.
Amanda, who was manning the desk outside of Maxwell’s personal office, rolled her eyes as she noticed Maxwell following Brittany in there just minutes after. Knowing what they’d both be up to, she continued filing her nails - trying to get the perfect shape when her colleague, Stephanie, practically fell out of the elevator when the door slid open to the 22nd floor of Black Gold Cooperative’s headquarters.
In shock, Amanda dropped her nail file on the floor and her head bolted upright, gaze following a heaving and panting Stephanie. Stephanie ran to the desk, grabbing the corners so hard her knuckles turned white, panic spread across her face.
"Stephanie, what's wrong?" Amanda asked, tilting her head slightly.
"She's here." Stephanie was gasping for breath, fear prevailing in her ice blue eyes. Stephanie didn’t have to say who exactly had entered the premises because her tone said it all.
"That's impossible." Amanda scoffed, rolling her eyes and picking her nail file up.
"I saw her," Stephanie continued. "Downstairs. In the lobby. I was trying to make Mr Lord a new and improved espresso and she just threw her fur jacket on me - like I was some kind of coat rack. She'll be up here any second now. Where is Brittany?"
That’s when the fear dawned on Amanda.
Now also panicked, Amanda looked at the large double doors at the end of the room which led into Maxwell Lord's personal and private office. Stephanie's gaze followed and her ruby red lips parted into a perfect ’o’ shape. "She's not… is she?" Stephanie shook her head in disbelief. Amanda nodded her head, agreeing to Stephanie’s insinuation. "What the hell do we do?!"
"Oh no oh no," Amanda began pacing around in circles behind the desk. "They don't train you for this!" She exclaimed, holding her head in her hands. "I think we better go tell them that she's here before she walks in on them."
"Are you kidding me?" Stephanie gasped, placing a hand on her hip. "Fine. You go. I do not want to be the one who interrupts Maxwell Lord IV when he's in the middle of you-know-what."
"He'll be grateful!" Amanda pointed out, urging Stephanie enter Maxwell's office. "Look, what sort of guy wants his mother to walk in on him going down on a random girl?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Mr Lord doesn't go down on any of us."
"He goes down on me." Amanda smiled proudly.
"You're lying." Stephanie tutted.
"Am not!" Amanda argued.
Neither of the girls noticed Mrs Maxine Lord walking straight past them and into her son’s office. She froze at the door and a wicked smirk planted across her lips when she saw a disheveled Brittany wipe her face with a silk handkerchief, provided courtesy from her boss. Maxwell’s brown eyes widened as he saw his mother standing there with her hand on hip. Brittany was practically shaking in fear as she discarded the handkerchief and tightened the ponytail in her hair.
“Mrs Lord!” Brittany exclaimed with a teary eyed but polite smile. “How unexpected it is to see you. Can I get you anything?”
“You can leave.” Maxine said bitterly. Brittany nodded and ran out the office. Maxwell zipped his pants up and slouched into his chair as his mother took a seat opposite him. “Do you want a lawsuit?” she asked her son with a frown.
“What are you talking about?” Maxwell sighed, taking a comb and fixing his dark blonde hair.
“You keep fucking your assistants. One of them will rat you out and try suing. I just know it.” Maxine shook her head, placing her Chanel purse on her lap. “And Maxwell, I don’t want the future heir of Black Gold Cooperative to be the child of some no good under qualified assistant. Heaven forbid.”
“Mother, why did you come here unannounced?” Maxwell sighed, wanting to change the subject immediately. Maxine composed herself before forcing a grin.
“I spoke to president Reagan,” she beamed. “He said we can host this year’s Christmas gala at the White House.”
“Okay?” Maxwell rolled his eyes and took out a stack of papers from underneath his desk and began flicking through the pages. He figured if he looked busy, then maybe his mother would leave him alone.
“Maureen will be there.” she cooed, snatching away the papers that were in her son’s hand.
“And?” Maxwell sighed again, frustration building up inside of him as he looked at his fingers, thinking her abrupt action had given him a paper cut.
“Oh come on Maxwell!” his mother exclaimed, annoyance prevalent in her voice. “Think about it. Your future child’s grandfather could be president Ronald Reagan! And Maureen is quite the natural beauty. I mean - before she had all that work done. It would truly be great for the business. Can you imagine the publicity?”
“Do you hear yourself?” Maxwell shouted and stood to his feet. “I am not interested in Maureen, nor will I be attending this ridiculous Christmas gala. Jesus Christ - I don’t even support Reagan.”
“Yes you will attend the gala Maxwell, because I say so.” Maxine raised her voice just as loudly as her son, asserting her authority. “I think you’re forgetting your roots. Your father founded the annual Black Gold Cooperative Christmas gala. Now imagine how he’d feel if he knew you had no interest in showing up.” Maxwell’s heart stung and he dropped his head in shame. She was right. He would be disappointed. “I will page you the details,” Maxine promised. “In the meanwhile - I want you to sort this dirty business you have going on with your assistants. You want a whore? You could at least pay them for being your whore.” she spat in disgrace.
Maxwell knew his mother didn’t mean her words and the last thing she would want is her son frolicking around with someone who he paid for sex and sex only. She wanted him to find a suitor who was just as wealthy and well respected as him.
However it did strike him with an idea. What if he were to hire someone who could be there for him whenever he needed that release? His assistant’s were on thin ice and he understood that there was always the potential of an impending lawsuit. That would be more than damaging to his reputation.
He needed someone new. Someone who would be more than happy with satisfying his sexual desires. Someone he could easily come to a mutual agreement with him. He’d have his lawyer draft a contract. But it wouldn’t be easy. If it got out to the public - that Maxwell Lord was looking for a partner just to simply gratify his sexual needs - the tabloids would eat him up. Luckily, Maxwell Lord was cunning, scheming, and he had the perfect idea.
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ignore me like we never met before - spencer reid x reader - chapter 1/?
Summary: Spencer Reid annoys you. Enemies to lovers with a side of BDSM (to follow -- no sex in this chapter, sorry!)
A/N: New to CM fandom, hiiii. With the s7 cast (the elite) but set post-Maeve storyline. Title from Ignore me by Betty Who.
Word Count: 2.5k
Spencer Reid was annoying. And not just in the normal ways you might find someone annoying. Spencer was annoying in an extraordinary way, that only someone with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory could be. The most annoying part was that he never really met your quips or participated in your banter.
It made you look like an asshole, which was completely unfair of him. Because you knew Spencer returned your feelings. You annoyed him as well. He avoided you constantly and when he did speak to you, he made sure it was case related. You didn’t sit next to each other on the jet, or at team outings. Hotch almost never paired you together. You recognized, in the back of your head, that you should be thankful for this, but you just found it to be another thing about him that annoyed you.
Despite your lack of time spent together, you couldn’t help yourself. When an opportunity presented itself, you just had to push back. It didn’t matter though, because he never said anything back. He always let you insult him and looked away without a reaction.
--
Your favorite pastime. Team drinks. And you were stuck sitting next to JJ and across from Spencer, with everyone else further down the double-sided booth. Spencer and JJ had been chatting all night about her kids and a film festival Spencer went to every year and had recently joined the board of organizers. If it wasn’t for the fact that Spencer was involved, the film festival might have actually sounded interesting.
Instead, it was mind numbingly boring. You tried to focus your attention on Morgan and Penelope down the booth, but they were too caught up in each other to notice your desperate attempts to strike up a conversation.
Emily showing up to team drinks was a godsend
“Emily, thank god,” you shrieked. “Sit next to me!”
Emily slid into the booth next to you and quickly ordered a drink before the two of you fell into a conversation. You were discussing Emily’s new girlfriend and how tangled up in each other they’ve been. You’ve missed her lately. This was the first time she’d actually shown up to team drinks in months.
“You know, I like Eleanor and I’m happy for you, but falling in love is gross.” You said it with no bite and a smile on your face. You were teasing her.
“Actually,” Spencer cut in, “Falling in love has a similar neurological effect as getting high on cocaine.”
You rolled your eyes so hard they almost fell out. What did boy wonder know about falling in love? And why was he involving himself in a conversation that had nothing to do with him? Spencer and JJ had been ignoring you all night. Okay, maybe JJ tried to include you in their conversation, but still.
“Another fact you read, but don’t know in practice, right?” you asked, eyeing him with spite. You were fairly new to the team, almost a year in, but you just knew there was no way Spencer Reid had been in love before.
Emily tensed up beside you and JJ fell silent as well. You figured Spencer would ignore your comment, like ways. He never ever rose to your insults.
“What about you, we all know you’ve been high on cocaine. So even though you’ve never found anyone to love you, it’s almost the same thing.”
JJ choked out a laugh. Emily smirked without meeting your eyes. All you could do was glare.
The team knew about your party days in college, although you’d never outright said you’d done cocaine. The reality is that you had and quite a bit too. Your first couple of years in college were a blur of a party until you calmed down your junior year and took academics seriously.
But Spencer never challenged you, so what made this so different? Maybe you hit a nerve. Everyone knew he was lacking in the relationship department.
“I’ve found plenty of people to love me,” you said with a smirk.
“For the night,” Spencer added, with a bite.
You should’ve been annoyed or angry, you should’ve told him to shut up, but you didn’t. Because seeing him take the bait after almost a year of digs made something in your stomach flutter. You were finally getting to him.
“Yeah, wouldn’t you like to know?”
Spencer meet you with hard, scowling eyes. Emily and JJ followed your back and forth like a tennis match.
“What’s that saying? If you caught fire, I wouldn’t piss to put you out.”
“Jesus, Spence,” JJ muttered.
“Those are Fall Out Boy lyrics,” you responded with a glare. He was such a dick.
Spencer shrugged. “Sentiment stands.”
You dropped it after that. You hated to give him the win, but another round of drinks appeared, and Emily quickly changed the subject.
--
Spencer didn’t stop after that. It was becoming a problem. Mostly because Hotch could shrug off your mouth before. Most of the team thought you were just teasing, and because Spencer never reacted, they all saw it as harmless.
But he was reacting now and the two of you were trading insults like siblings. You were being childish, but so was he so you didn’t stop. At first, it was almost fun. But Spencer was too quick, too smart. He didn’t even have to try.
Another case, another jet ride.
“Maybe the unsub has something on these victims. With this amount of overkill…” you trailed off, eyeing the photos in front of you on your tablet.
“Actually,” Spencer started. This was the fifth time he’d interrupted you (yes, you were counting) and you’d only been on the jet for 30 minutes.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, snapping your finger in front of his face. “Does anyone get to give an opinion on anything without you actually’ing them?”
He swatted your hand away. “That’s not a word,” Spencer sighed. “Maybe I always have to interject because like your vocabulary, your opinions resemble that of a 3rd grader.”
“Focus,” Hotch commanded. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was absolutely done with both of you so you dropped it and you kept the rest of your opinions to yourself. The worst part of Spencer finally participating in your insult war was that he was always winning. He was smarter than you and he wasn’t afraid to let you know it.
It didn’t bother you at first, but after weeks of him always getting the upper hand, it started to. You felt stupid and you started to question your spot on the team. You absolutely hated that you let him get into your head like this.
--
The case wrapped up later that week. Unsub caught. Another jet ride home.
You gathered your things from the bullpen when Hotch appeared, singling for you and Spencer.
“I need to see you both in my office.”
Derek winced and Emily patted you on the back. “Try not to murder each other in there.”
“Yeah, good fuckin’ luck,” Derek added with a laugh as they both headed to the elevators.
You ignored them and started walking up the stairs, quickly followed by Spencer. You both took a seat with your eyes glued to Hotch. You knew what was coming.
“Y/L/N, Reid,” Hotch started. “I’m not happy to be having this conversation. Your behavior has been juvenile and unproductive.”
You twisted your hands in your lap. This felt like getting reprimanded by a parent and you did not like it. Your stomach twisted with guilt.
“I don’t care about whatever rivalry the two of you have going on and I certainly don’t need you to be best of friends, but your behavior is affecting the team. And I need it to end.”
You nodded, refusing to look anywhere near Spencer.
“I understand, sir,” you breathed, voice low. “Consider it ended.”
Spencer nodded, “I apologize. It won’t be a problem anymore.” You saw him looking your way out of the corner of your eye, but you refused to take your eyes off Hotch. You felt terrible, having disappointed your boss.
You both exited his office with a quiet sigh. Your heart felt heavy.
You wouldn’t admit it, but you were secretly glad Hotch put an end to things. You knew you had started all of this, but Spencer’s words were like a poison. They were all you could think about some nights, tossing and turning. Were you really that stupid? Like a 3rd grader? Did everyone see it? You often wondered how you even landed this job after the things Spencer said about you.
Hotch’s door clicked shut behind you as the both of you walked to your desks. You could tell Spencer was just as upset as you and you wanted to comfort him somehow, but you quickly pushed down the foreign and unwelcome thought.
Spencer lifted his bag over his shoulder, eyeing you finally. “Just stay out of my way from now on, Y/L/N.”
You really wanted to fight back, but instead you felt tears prick at your eyes. How fucking annoying. You absolutely refused to cry in front of Spencer Reid, but you knew he could tell how emotional you were. He was a profiler after all, and you weren’t even trying to hide it.
“Just stop, Reid,” you whispered, grabbing your purse and exiting the bullpen. You didn’t wait for him at the elevator. In front, you hit the “close doors” button rapidly until they slid shut, leaving you alone.
--
Weeks passed. You were quietly miserable. Spencer ignored you. Hotch watched the two of you constantly. Everyone else did as well, and it was suffocating. You barely spoke up anymore, always having to be prompted by Hotch, or sometimes Derek and Emily. Even JJ and Rossi. Anyone but Spencer. He didn’t care what you had to say and he didn’t even bother pretending like he did.
You knew you were acting unreasonable, but you still felt scolded by Hotch and now isolated by the rest of the team. Realistically, you knew that wasn’t the case, but Spencer had known them all for a decade and sometimes it felt like they all took his side. It hurt your feelings, as irritating as that was to admit.
Things boiled over in Phoenix. An unsub that the team hadn’t exactly profiled right. A mistake you made, dropping your gun and moving close. You thought you could talk him down. You were very, very wrong.
It happened so fast. The unsub grabbing you, bringing you to his front, your back firmly against his front. He wrapped his arm around your neck, applying pressure.
He was using you as a human shield. His other hand rose and you felt the cool metal of the unsub’s gun against your temple. You couldn’t speak. Why couldn’t you speak? You were trained for this, but right now you felt helpless. Derek and Spencer stood in front of you, trying to talk him down, but you couldn’t make out their words. You could tell they were panicked, and you knew this wasn’t going to end well.
The unsub – Randall Gaines – tightened his arm around your neck, cutting off your oxygen just a bit more. You felt a tear slide down your cheek. You were going to die in a shitty motel in Phoenix, Arizona. Right in front of Reid and Morgan. Bullet through the skull. They were going to walk out of here with your blood splattered all over them, but you weren’t walking out of this room at all.
You felt your grip on reality slip as his chokehold tightened, your eyes slipping shut. Darkness.
--
You woke to Derek crouched in front of you, breathing a sigh of relief. You were still alive. You were still in the shitty motel room.
The unsub was dead next to you, both of you on the ground. You’d passed out, but only for a couple of seconds. You were fine.
Derek helped you up, snaking an arm around you for support. He loaded you into the backseat of the SUV while you waited for backup.
The ambulance came and checked you out, the coroner carried away the unsub’s body and the three of you left. No one spoke, least of all you.
--
The jet ride home was not pleasant. You avoided everyone’s concerned eyes by taking a seat in the back and putting your headphones in. You didn’t even listen to anything, but it guaranteed that everyone left you alone.
When you got back to Virginia, Hotch grabbed your shoulder, leading your away from the team out into the hallway. “Take a few days, okay, Y/N?”
You nodded. “Okay.” Your voice was barely there, a rough whisper at best. The paramedic had warned you of this. Loss of voice, coughing, trouble swallowing. Red eyes, headaches, bruising. Even nausea. Although you weren’t sure if that was from the injuries or the situation in general.
Hotch eyed you, sighing. “I want you to know you are a valued member of this team. See you next week.”
You nodded again before rushing to the elevators. Which would have been great, had it not been for one Penelope Garcia.
She saw you and scurried over, pulling you into an embrace. “Y/N,” she breathed. “I am so happy you’re okay.”
Maybe it was because it was Penelope, or maybe it was just because of the day you had, but you hugged her back, clinging. She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Movies and takeout?”
You found yourself nodding without realizing it. You had missed this. The past couple of weeks you had been so closed off, so worried about your place on this team. But now you were too tired and too distressed to worry. You followed Penelope out of the building.
--
Derek showed up with a 12 pack of White Claw and a bottle of white wine.
“Your favorites,” he grinned.
Emily and JJ followed with Chinese takeout. The five of you spread out on Penelope’s couch and the floor in front of it. You smiled despite the burning in your throat, the hoarseness of your voice and the bruising you were sure was developing around your throat.
You smiled and cracked open a White Claw, attention on the latest episode of Saturday Night Live. You missed your friends.
Until the door quietly opened and Spencer Reid appeared. He looked uncomfortable. He brushed his his hair behind his ear and sat down on the floor with his legs crossed next to Derek.
“I brought DVDs,” he said, holding up a handful of them.
“Thanks,” you whispered. You didn’t mean to say anything, but you didn’t take it back. You even offered him a small smile.
“Pretty boy, it’s all about streaming these days,” Morgan rolled his eyes, “but it’s the thought that counts.” And then he ruffled Spencer’s hair. You smiled again.
Even with Spencer Reid in the mix, you were happy.
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