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nori-writes · 1 year

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Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

As always if you enjoyed my masterlist is here

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desolate-skies · 8 months

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i’m so sorry it’s past midnight and it’s keplerposting time.

thinking about how intensely this man cares.

thinking about how he tries to construct this whole persona that weaponizes his charisma in service of the bigger picture. “the artist formerly known as warren kepler” has so much to say about how empty and meaningless his life is outside of what goddard asks of him, and like:

a) yeesh! go to therapy for your many issues. maybe you’ll get around to the self-image thing eventually

b) AND YET!!! he truly can’t help but fill his life with sentimentality. things that anchor him and keep him from fully losing his humanity to goddard.

we see it in the way he interacts with the si-5 and the whole running joke about his obsession with the whiskey. because he’s not an alcoholic and the whiskey speech is only like 50% a thinly veiled dick joke. the balvenie is front and center when he’s putting on his show, but it’s also there when we get to see the guy behind the curtain. and don’t get me started on the glimpses we get at the si-5’a dynamic it just makes me INSANE-

i don’t know where i’m going with this, but the reason this character sticks in my brain and refuses to leave is because on the surface he’s a lot of things—mostly a dick, but i digress—yet he manages to float around with his heart on his (perfectly-starched) sleeve and tries to distract you with three-legged pig stories and rants about authority. and it almost works!

so…that’s why so many people see the twist coming. like, YES this is an antagonist and he has never apologized for being a bad person or doing horrible things. he deserves everything that’s coming to him, but at the end of the day he’s also the guy with the stupid fucking laugh and the guy who plays roadtrip games at every opportunity and the guy who never got a chance to grieve the death and betrayal of his friends team.

at least he gets one last drink

#wolf 359 #wolf 359 spoilers #warren kepler #i’m sorry i have such insane brainrot about this man he makes me crazy #baby lena really wanted to be just like him when she grew up #current lena isn’t going to comment on that #but i do love a whiskey sour

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chasingmidnights · 6 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Seven

Title: Curiosity Kills

Storyteller: Ari Levinson

Summary: A mad scientist and his wife. What’s that saying, curiosity killed the…

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Warnings include but are not limited to angst; mention of drinking; mentions of animal experimentations and other experimentations; the husband is a mad scientist; mentions/implied death of character; grave robbing; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you agree that you’re 18 and to these warnings.

Wordcount: 817

“Go on then, what’s this story of yours?” Ransom incited with a smirk, before he took a drink of his beer.

“You know, this isn’t supposed to be a competition. I’ve honestly enjoyed everyone’s stories so far.” You chimed in, tugging your blanket closer to you as the wind picked up again.

“And it hasn’t been a competition.” Johnny quipped as he put his arm around Wanda.

Yelena and Kate playfully shook their heads before Kate spoke up. “Ari, I’m looking forward to your story, please, go ahead and start.”

Ari nodded his head at Kate before he started his story, shifting in his seat slightly.

“Right, here we go. So, many, many years ago, there used to be a mad scientist who lived here in Knockemstiff. He was obsessed with, not just the human body, but he also wanted to know everything about other body types as well; such as animals. It’s said that this mad scientist was married and she was never fully aware of what exactly her husband did in their garage. Whenever she asked, she would always get a vague answer, but she knew better than to go into the garage. It was probably best that she didn’t know what her husband was up to for days at a time. It was probably best that she didn’t know that her husband went grave robbing or that he experimented on animals. It was also probably best that she had remained ignorant for as long as she did, not knowing the true horrors that were in the garage.

“However, on one stormy October night, her curiosity got the better of her. So, she slipped on her raincoat and boots and decided to see what her husband was up to, thinking that maybe she could help him. Or maybe she could at least observe as he worked. As she exited the back of the house, a cold breeze swarmed around her as the rain came down hard and unforgiving. It was pitch black except for when the lightning lit up the midnight sky. Thunder quickly followed after the lightning as it rumbled through the clouds. As she approached the garage, a horrible stench filled her nostrils, causing her to gag and having her to cover her nose. She wasn’t quite sure how to describe such a terrible smell. It was as if it was a mix of dirt and rotting flesh, the smell of death. What was her husband up to?

“As she peered through the window on the garage door, she covered her mouth as a gasp escaped her at the horrors that she just uncovered. She could only see a little bit, but what she did see, truly horrified her. A dead body laid on the table and her husband was dissecting it, an eerie smile on his face as he did. A flash of lightning revealed even more disturbing objects in the garage. On one of the work stations, she could see deformed figures being propped up onto stands. Fear formed on her face at the sights in front of her and just by the smile on her husband’s face, she could tell that he was actually enjoying what he was doing. She started to wonder what exactly she had gotten herself into by marrying him. She always just thought that he was enthusiastic about science and human anatomy, she never thought her husband would ever cross this sort of line. The deformed figures made her stomach churn; they were different animals torn apart and reattached to a different species. It was like he was trying to create his own Frankenstein. How did she miss the signs? Surely there had been signs.

“Just as she was about to head back inside, she and her husband locked eyes. The smile that was once on her husband’s face was replaced with an evil scowl. She knew then, she had messed up. He Had always told her to stay out of the garage and now, she knew why he didn’t want her in there. But it was too late. Her husband had dragged her into the garage and as he did, she did her best to fight against him, but it was useless. The next thing she knew, she was being strapped down to an examination table. She tried to scream for help but the storm raging outside drowned out her screaming. Her failed attempt to cry out for help, only caused her husband to laugh. The last thing her husband said to her was, ‘Sweet dreams sweetheart,’ and she could feel her eyes starting to get heavy and her heart rate started to slow down as death claimed her.”

Before anyone could say anything, thunder clapped loudly as lightning lit up the night sky. It didn’t take long before the group of friends scattered to their own tents as it started to pour down rain.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #october 2023 #ari levinson #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fandom #chris evans characters #chris evans #chris evans fandom #multi fandom project #multi fandom

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hyperfixated-homo · 1 year

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its almost midnight so you know what that means! random thoughts while i unconsciously panick over how tired i’m going to be tomorrow when i have to wake up at six again :D

today im thinking about love languages. more specifically, unconventional love languages that i hc the sides do! from the same people (complete lie but just roll with it) who brought you remus biting people to show affection, we bring you

virgil likes to pat/slap people. just. pat on the head. slap on the face (gently,,,must hit affectionately)

roman loves all love languages, but only in specific contexts. quality time, as long as he is fully aware of how much the other is enjoying it as well as he is (silent quality time is a big nono). physical touch BUT ONLY SOMETIMES!!! and sometimes, ONLY PHYSICAL TOUCH IF YOU DO NOT HUG HIM RIGHT NOW HE WILL CRY

janus squeezes. squeezy hugs. squeezy hand holding. sometimes its feels like hes trying to literally squeeze the life out of you (hes not, but he doesnt really understand his own strength)

is it possible for someone to be touch adverse but also touch starved. because that is logan and roman. ask them rn if they need a hug. god knows they wont tell you themselves-

patton is so gifts of service its like. stupid. nothing even belongs to him anymore. he has no concept of personal belonging. everything that is his is also everyone elses. must,,, gib everything,,,

janus, remus and virgil also headbutt people. just to check up on them. they dont rlly do like, words of affirmation or quality time. they communicate purely on physical touch and gifts sometimes. sometimes they engage in friendly headbutting battles

remus needs to spend all his time with the people he likes. all of it. just be with them all the time. even if its just pure silence, he needs to know somebody is there or else he will explode

oh also they have specific things for different people!!! like remus spends most of his time w/logan bc he’s the only other one who also needs to be around people a lot!! must of the time logan needs it to be quiet, but he still wants someone in the room

vi nd pat exchange many gifts. it started with the cards and now they make each other a bunch of handmade stuff too!!! like patton whittles figurines for virge and virge sews pat stuffed animals.

similarly, janus and patton exchange food. all types. just. gib meal. ily

honestly patton is the only one who rlly tells ppl that he loves them. nobody else rlly likes to say it out loud. it means so much when they do say it tho

virgil and roman obvs do the opposite of words of affirmation. they tell each other that they hate each other so that they know that they love each other.

the reason that logan and roman argue a lot is bc they don’t share love languages rlly. they have like, opposite cycles for needing/hating touch, which leads to some hurt feelings when one of them gets denied. they remedy this by spending at least one full day a week hanging out and doin things together

remus and virgil fight. so often. they wrestle a lot. it means that they’re having a good day

janus is very smoochy. did i mention that. did i mention that that one college projection au by haysgrove made me obsessed with that hc. yeah he’s a kissy boy. the others never really mind, they know it’s just a thing he does (nd he always asks first!!!)

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #tag urself im ‘slaps you (affectionately)’#many of these r just hcs and many others r just full on projection #lol #shadow rambles #i really do just post my random sides thoughts before bed every day huh #thats fun #OH AND ALSO NEW HC JUST DROPPED #patton likes to whittle #he makes cool stuff :D #animals mostly

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foundress0fnothing · 6 months

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Hey again 🥰 I keep bombarding you with messages lol I'm so sorry but please take your time! No pressure to answer.

Anyway I have a few outlines of ideas for your gift, but I'd like to run some vague vibes-only pitches by you, just so I can ensure this fic is perfect for YOU specifically 💕 here are the general themes, lmk which one most piques your interest (or if it's none of them be brutally honest):

sun bleached siding, white wine, cheek pressed on piano keys (modern au, somber kinda vibes)

sticky floors, butterflies, bright pink blush (modern au, sweet and sultry vibes)

lungs burning, cold revenge, midnights (modern au, enemies to lovers?? in a way)

origins, leather bound pages, revelations (canon-compliant, reluctant partners)

I'm trying to keep things spoiler free but definitely want to tailor this experience to you so pleaseee lmk if you want extra info/if I should go back to the drawing board. (P.S. smut or no smut?)

Also just for funsies: who's your favorite character in ACOTAR? And who is your favorite outside of ACOTAR?

Ok love you!

Santa 🌟

Santa!! 💕 First, don’t apologize at all—your messages are the highlight of my day! I love seeing you pop into my inbox.

Second, I am beyond intrigued by ALL of these fic premises/vibes and I would adore any of them 👀 but if I HAVE to pick one, it’d probably be the third one—I love modern AUs and enemies to lovers will forever be one of my favorite dynamics. And yes to smut 💋

As for favorite characters: I think my favorite from acotar has to be either Gwyn or Nesta—both have such strength and are so multifaceted that I find them endlessly interesting to read about. I love Gwyn’s curiosity and tenacity when presented with a question, and I admire Nesta’s loyalty and ferocity so much.

Outside of acotar, I have a few favorites (sorry that’s there’s more than one—I couldn’t choose!!).

Mrs. Ramsay from Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse. I’ve reread this book every summer since my junior year of high school, and her character remains fascinating to me year after year. I did not understand her as a high schooler, but I feel like I get a little closer every year.

Agnieszka from Naomi Novik’s Uprooted. I adore everything about her—her singularity, her loyalty, her stubbornness, and how she manages to be unapologetically herself even when faced with pressure to be otherwise.

Diana Bishop from Deborah Hardness’ A Discovery of Witches. I will always adore an unrepentantly brilliant academic woman, and her relationship with Matthew is one of my favorites. She was also the first character who i truly obsessed over, so she’ll always be special for that.

I’m not really a HP fan, but I am fully in a dramione brainrot phase lol (send help)

Santa, these were such good questions and I’m sorry my answers were so long!! Love you too 🥰

#secret santa #acotargiftexchange2023 #listing my favorite characters made me realize I have much more of a type than I thought #whoopsie

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elleaa11 · 10 months

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𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝑒 ~ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼

Killer!Jungkook x Sad!Jimin Soulmate AU

Read on AO3 here

Chapter TW:// Descriptions of violence and depression. Mentions of stalking.

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With shaky fingers, Jimin pressed on the intercom button. “What are you doing here?”

A smile erupted on his soulmate’s face. “You know why, baby.”

“I’m not coming.”

His soulmate’s smug smile didn’t falter.

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter 2 ~ Stigma

Jimin stretched the ache out of his limbs. He rolled around in the soft sheets and groaned. Everything ached. Always. No amount of stretching would shake the pain in his steps, and distantly he knew the cause, because his heart ached the most of all.

It had nearly been a month since he left his soulmate bleeding out in his apartment. He had shown up on Taehyung and Hoseok’s doorstep, tears in his eyes and blood on his hands. His best friend had let him and overwhelmed him with questions.

“My soulmate,” he had murmured into Taehyung’s shoulder as he gently patted the back of his head, “I shot him.”

His best friend hadn’t asked any more questions and Jimin had been staying in their guest bedroom since.

The blonde pulled himself up and out of the warmth of the small twin bed before he made his way to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection and a version of himself he barely recognized stared back. He had dark eye bags and his skin was pale.

Jimin had struggled with depression for most of his life, he was more than aware of that fact, as were his friends and family.

But not like this.

The sadness and crippling pain that beat in his chest had never burdened him so heavily. His feet were too heavy, his hair too hard to wash, and the ceiling had never been more interesting to look at as it was the only thing his dull mind could stand.

And his song, god, his stupid song had never been louder.

It used to be a soft melody that played in the background of his day, but it now pulsed with every breath, every heartbeat, every thought.

It surrounded and absorbed everything he was.

“Jimin?”

Hoseok snuck up behind him and Jimin continued to stand and stare. The red hair gave a small sigh and brushed behind him to turn on the shower. He left the bathroom and Taehyung returned in his place not soon after.

“Hi, Minnie,” his best friend’s voice was soft and small, like the hand he placed on his back. He slowly began to undress him down to his underwear and Jimin let him.

Nothing could cause him to care.

He was slowly pushed into the shower and the hot caress of water made him close his eyes. Despite the burn of the stream, it didn’t warm him. Not like hot tattooed hands once did.

He slowly dropped to his knees and cried.

Taehyung entered the shower fully clothed behind him, not caring about the water and soap and tears that stuck to his sleeves as he bathed the blonde.

~ ~ ~

Three months.

Three entire months.

Ninety two days.

Two thousand and eight hours.

One hundred thirty two thousand four hundred eighty minutes.

He refused to let himself do the math to find out the seconds as he knew that he’d begin to obsessively count the time by.

The door to the small convenience store he worked at dinged but Jimin didn’t look up, too busy staring at the clock as it ticked down the seconds until he got off his shift.

It was almost midnight, but the gas station consistently stayed busy and cars rushed never ending down the street.

The city never slept.

And neither did Jimin.

A hand obstructed his vision and he turned his attention to the man snapping in his face. He was an older member of society, his fat cheeks flush and plump. He reeked of cheap booze, but Jimin knew the man’s night was just beginning, judging by the cases of beer on the counter between them.

“Hello? Took you long enough, kids these days.” The man slurred as he leaned on the wood for support. “Always so disrespectful,” Jimin watched as the man looked him up and down, hunger in his ugly brown eyes, “but so pretty. Hey, blondie, say you come with me and help me drink these beers, yeah?”

Jimin sighed and tried to give a polite smile, “I don’t get off my shift for a while now, I wouldn’t want you to wait, besides, I’m not a big drinker, anyways.”

The man laughed and the cash register beeped as he was rung up. The man upped his approach to sly passes; Jimin’s lips were so pretty, his hair and skin looked so soft, the man bet he was nice and tight under all those layers.

“$42.58.”

The drunk gawked at the interruption.

“I was speaking, you bitch.”

“And I finished ringing you up, $42.58, please.”

In a flash, the man reached across the counter and slammed Jimin down. Air escaped his lungs as his chest made contact with the cold plastic that lined the top.

“I’ll put you in your place,” the fat man’s other hand grabbed his blonde locks in a harsh grip, “that mouth ruins your pretty face.”

The man neared him and rubbed his crotch along the top of his head.

Jimin sighed. He was so tired. So done.

His fingers brushed a pen used for signing receipts under the cash register and his hands moved before his mind could react. He uncapped the writing utensil and stabbed the man in his fat side, luckily the pen was old fashioned and sharp, and pierced the man's skin easily.

The drunk released him and crashed into a self behind him, chips and protein bars spilled across the floor.

“You fucking cunt!”

Jimin pushed off the counter and returned to his feet. He turned to the phone and began to dial the cops with bloody fingers as the man screamed at him. The phone rang in his ear and he stared blankly at the man who wailed like a child.

He watched as fat tears cascaded down his fatter cheeks.

The ringing in his ear cut as the line went dead.

Then, he watched as the man’s head jerked to the side and his brains splattered across the tile Jimin had just mopped.

The door dinged and slid across freshly broken glass.

Jimin’s eyes watched, blown wide, at the dark figure entering, and for the first time in months, heat spread across his skin and his heart began to beat.

The phone slipped through his red fingertips.

There were brains everywhere.

Across the counter. On the floor. On the shelves. On the walls. It was messy. It smelled.

God, it was on him.

The man stepped over the fresh corpse on the ground and ran his tattooed fingers along the counter. An inquisitive hum came from him as he tapped his fingers on the plastic, uncaring of the blood and brains that found its way under his nails.

“Pack of Marlboro, as well,” pierced lips mouthed.

His head spun.

Jimin dropped to his knees in an attempt to hide under the counter.

“Holy shit,” slipped out of his mouth and he blushed at the dark chuckle that rang out above him.

His soulmate was here.

His soulmate.

The man hed dreamed about every fucking night since their last meeting.

He was standing just feet away.

He was standing over a fucking corpse.

Jimin took a deep breath before he rose to his feet and met the dark eyes already staring at him. He spun on his heel and grabbed the requested cigarettes off the shelf behind him. Blood marred the mostly white box, but he had a feeling his soulmate wouldn’t mind.

“9-” he cleared his throat, “$9.52.”

His soulmate grabbed the pack off the bloody counter and placed a cigarette between his pretty lips before he crouched down and fished the dead man’s wallet out of his pocket. He opened the thin fabric and grabbed all the cash out then threw it at the counter.

“It’s been a while, baby doll,” the dark haired man said as he pulled a lighter from his pocket.

Jimin stared as his heart beat in his throat. The man before him flicked the lighter on and a small orange flame lit up his attractive features.

“You-you killed him,” he stuttered as his feet took him back until his back hit the wall of nicotine behind him.

“That I did,” he agreed, “he was touching all over you and my patience was wearing thin.”

A smile lit up on his face as smoke blew out of his nose. “But you were handling yourself so beautifully, might even killed him yourself if I was more of a patient man.”

Jimin shook his head. “You killed him! There’s cameras-” He snapped his head to the CCTV television and his words died in his throat as he was met with static. He turned his attention back to his soulmate and the man pulled a small device out of his pocket.

“I’ve got roughly another seven minutes before it comes back online,” he took another drag of the drug in his hand.

“H-how did you know I was being attacked?” Jimin stared at his savior. The man was obviously experienced in taking lives, even had a device that short circuited security, and the timing was too perfect.

“My sweet thing, there hasn’t been a moment since we met that I haven’t been watching you.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat and shame filled his gut as he couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement.

His soulmate leaned across the counter on his elbows and into his space, his cigarette hung loosely between his lips.

“There’s nowhere you can run where I won’t find you. I’ll find you in a heartbeat.” He blew smoke in his face and Jimin’s senses exploded with him, him, him.

“You creep.” He meekly mumbled, his cheeks hot and flushed.

“Just for you, My Jimin.” he took another drag of the blunt.

Jimin’s eye widened at the use of his name, though he was unsure why he was so surprised. His soulmate’s lips twitched at the expression across his face.

“Park Jimin, 23. Living with Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok in apartment 328 in the complex down the block. Born to Park Pilwoo and Mijeong on October 13th, has a brother, Park-”

“I get it!” Jimin pushed the man back by the shoulders. “You’re a stalker.”

The man simply tried to hide a laugh behind his hand, before his expression chilled, along with the air in the store.

“As I said, baby doll, I’m an impatient man,” Jimin’s stomach jolted at the sudden seriousness in his voice, “I let you have your space for three months. I’m bored watching now.”

His soulmate fished a card out of his jacket pocket and carefully balanced it on the dead man's fat belly, before he put his cigarette out on his skin.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow afternoon. Keep your mouth shut and pack your bags in the meantime.”

Jimin’s nose crinkled as the smell of burning flesh reached his senses.

His soulmate stood to his feet before he motioned to the small ticking clock on the wall.

“Your shift is over, go home, Jimin.”

~ ~ ~

“The fuck!?”

“Tae, please-”

“Shut up, Hoseok, my best friend came home covered in blood and crying so don’t you dare tell me I’m overreacting!”

The redhead simply steered Jimin in through the doorway and led him to the couch. A sob ripped though his lips as his legs hit the soft plush. He didn’t quite know why he was crying. The fact he had almost been assaulted? The fact that he had watched a man die? Was it because his soulmate was the killer? Or was it because his soulmate had left him again?

His best friend was on his knees in front of him within moments, wiping at his hands and cheeks with a wet rag.

“Minnie? Talk to me please.”

Jimin leaned his head on the frantic man in front of him and nuzzled into his shoulder.

Silence hung in the air, along with the distant melody of his fated song.

“I saw him again.” Taehyung’s busy fingers stilled. “He killed a man right in front of me.”

He felt his friend shudder under his head, but he kept quiet.

“He’s so beautiful, Tae,” he cried, his face contorting as he sobbed, “but so cold. I want him so much, but he’s going to hurt me. I know it. He’ll kill me, just like how he promised he would when he first broke into my apartment.”

In a flash, his best friend’s arms were around him, crushing his bones as they both cried. Jimin hadn’t spoken about the details of that night, and Taehyung, despite the curiosity eating away at him, hadn’t asked.

Jimin didn’t want him to worry, and despite everything his soulmate had done, some sick part of him wanted Taehyung to approve of him.

Jimin cried a lot that night, but not nearly as much as Taehyung did. The blonde ended up falling asleep between his best friend and his soulmate.

~ ~ ~

Buzz.

Jimin groaned and turned his head into the silk pillow under his head. He desperately clung to the sleep trying to leave his body.

Buzz. Buzz.

“Hobi, you get it.” His best friend’s groggy voice sounded out.

“I got it the last time there was a guest, it’s your turn.”

Taehyung let out a wail as he threw his limbs out of the bed. Jimin rolled away from the window and stuck his once exposed toes against his best friend’s soulmate who groaned but didn’t move away.

“Holy shit!” Jimin’s friend shouted from the hallway. “Who the fuck is this hottie?”

A jolt of excitement shot down his spine, but was quickly covered by goosebumps of fear.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Fuck,” Jimin sprung out of the bed and bolted towards his friend who stood by the intercom.

There his soulmate stood. He was dressed down, a simple black shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and dark ripped jeans. His hair was messy and his dark eyes peered up at the camera, sending sparks straight to Jimin’s gut. The man tongued his lip piercing, a small smug smile on his lips.

“Do you know him, Minnie?”

Jimin turned towards his best friend with wide eyes and that was all Taehyung needed. The brunette quickly skidded down the hall and back into the bedroom for reasons unknown to Jimin, but he was too distracted to care.

Jeon Jungkook.

His soulmate. He was here. He was here for him, and Jimin, like the idiot he was, hadn’t internalized that when his soulmate had told him he would.

“Jungkook,” he tried his name out, and it tasted so good in his mouth.

He had learned what he assumed was the man’s name from the little piece of paper he had left on the corpse. The card was thick and small. Jeon Jungkook was typed out neatly with nothing but a symbol made up of complex geometric shapes inked on it. Jimin left the paper on the body, he assumed it had been left for a reason he didn’t want to involve himself with.

An inked hand came into view and another buzz filled the air.

With shaky fingers, Jimin pressed on the intercom button. “What are you doing here?”

A smile erupted on his soulmate’s face. “You know why, baby.”

Taehyung rounded the corner, phone in hand with an alerted Hoseok trailing behind him.

“I’m not coming.”

His soulmate’s smug smile didn’t falter.

“Let me in before I break down every door standing in between us. I’ve told you before, I’m not patient. Don’t test me.”

Taehyung pulled him away from the door and rushed him down the hall. “You have to go, Minnie.”

His best friend sat him on the bed and handed him his phone while he scrambled to throw Jimin’s clothes in a bag.

Jimin watched him shove random articles of clothes before he turned to bark at him, “look at my phone, Min.”

Confused, he complied and looked down at the small piece of technology in his hands. It was an article, one titled with his soulmate’s face.

“Notorious Serial Killer of Seoul Finally Caught.” The article read and Jimin’s heart sank. He knew his soulmate wasn’t a good man. He knew he was a killer. But a convicted one was new news. Jimin’s brain was too fuzzy to even attempt at comprehending the article contents. Mindlessly, his fingers scrolled through until he hit the bottom and distantly made out another article under the Related News section.

“Seoul’s Killer on the Loose After Attack in Transit.”

Not only was his soulmate a convicted killer, but one on the run. And for some sick reason, that made Jimin sad.

Not by the fact that he was a cold blooded killer, but that they would never live a peaceful life if Jimin ever did give in to him. Deep down Jimin knew that if he ever did, he’d be led down a dark path, one where he’d likely end up hurt.

With renewed vigor, he shot off his bed and grabbed the bag from his best friend’s hands.

“I can’t go with him, Tae, I can’t.”

Tears pooled in both their eyes.

“I know, Minnie.”

“That means I have to leave.”

“I know.”

“That,” Jimin’s voice broke, “that means I won’t see you for a long time.”

A bittersweet smile displayed itself on Taehyung’s features. “I know.” He whispered. The pair met in the middle of the room, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

“I love you, Tae, you’re my real soulmate.” His friend sobbed into his shoulder.

“And you’re mine, Jimin.”

Without looking back, the blonde took off down the hall towards the fire escape. Sobs sounded in the room he left behind. He ripped the window open and the cold afternoon air brushed his cheeks. He took a step onto the metal stairway.

“Tae!” He heard Hoseok yell, “the man is gone!”

Fear spiked in Jimin’s chest. He had already decided to abandon the man, he refused to get caught doing so.

His footsteps pounded against the steps as he took two at a time. His feet were heavy, as if his own legs didn’t want to carry themselves away from their soulmate. But Jimin knew it needed to be done. His soulmate wasn’t a good person, he was cold, possessive, and a killer. Someone Jimin didn’t need in his already sad life.

His feet stopped.

But this was his soulmate.

The man he was running from was the one the universe had made for him. Sculpted his features, created his personality, and guided him through his life all with Jimin in mind.

If his soulmate was a bad person, what did that make Jimin?

The sound of a fist knocking on metal pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked down to the pavement to find the man plaguing his thoughts leaned against the bottom of the fire escape. He looked relaxed despite the fact he had just caught Jimin running away from him.

“Ready to go?” his silky voice filled his ears and Jimin wanted to cry again.

“I was running away.” He murmured and took slow steps towards him. Jungkook let him. He waited for him to make his way to him until he stood only a foot away. Jimin fiddled with the strap of his bag at the humiliation that filled his gut. A tattooed arm reached out and circled his waist and he was pulled against a solid and warm body.

“Yes, and what are you doing now?”

Jimin looked into the dark eyes that reflected his own. He let his hands raise themselves and trace his facial features. He ran them across his strong nose, his thick lips, the small scars that decorated his cheeks, the even smaller freckles and moles. He let his hands explore until he sprawled them out along his strong chest and dug his nails into it.

“I’m ready.”

The man whisked him off the stairs and led him down the alley to the parked car waiting for them, as if he knew Jimin would run all along.

He didn’t know what it meant for a man like Jungkook to be his other half. He was scared of the meaning, really. But as he watched the man drive away from everything he held safe and sacred, he couldn’t find it in him to care.

And maybe that sick feeling was the part the universe had made for Jungkook.

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For the Midnights ask game!!!! (because I was rubbish and didn't play the last one) - Lavender Haze, Anti-Hero, and Would've, Could've, Should've 😁😘

Yayy thank you!! Love these options.

Lavender Haze: do you let other people’s opinions of you influence you?

Wow. I feel like both yes and no? No in that my choices are my own and if people thought I was stupid for doing them that wouldn’t stop me (and doesn’t.) But yes on a deeper level because much of my sense of self comes from the things people have told me about myself over the years. Not everything that people tell me, but when my instinct tells me it’s true. There are some virtues I feel like I can’t access until someone else has said it about me! I’m probably too obsessed with the things people say about me and I’m trying to detach myself from needing it as much (which is hard) but I feel like there is no way it will ever have no effect on me.

Anti-hero: What’s an insecurity of yours that you’ve overcome?

I think there’s two, though one is more ongoing than the other. The first is insecurity about my appearance. Of course it’s not fully eradicated. There are still flickers of it that crop up pretty often but I just used to dislike things about my appearance very intensely and specifically and I just don’t anymore. I can see myself more as a whole person now and understand that body isn’t separated from soul or “objective beauty” from the spirit that shines through. I like the specificity of my appearance more and more and feel less pressure to look a certain way. People’s compliments/kind words on this front have really helped tbh. Not discounting the 8th grader who once said “I really like your nose” or Nina the other day saying “your eyes are a wintry blue.” I feel like specific physical compliments (not vague objectifications or cliches) are really important for everyone to hear.

The other one is insecurity about my work ethic which is slowly being overcome by me simply doing more and more work. I’m so lazy and I’m always trying to wriggle out of it so sometimes my brain is like “you have NEVER worked hard” but the truth is that I have and I do and I am. And time’s evidence is just helping me get over that feeling that I’m a fraud who has graduated from college and with my master’s and has taught for over 3 years without doing any work lol.

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: Are you haunted by something?

I mean yeah. Most of it is not fun because it’s my ocd brain never letting me let go of some of the more painful/darker sides of being a person and just some memories that are hard to shake that I can never un-remember. But to answer it in a happy way I’m haunted by many perfect turnings of a phrase: song lyrics, quotes, things people have said to me in passing. So so so so so so many words are just a part of me and there are a handful that go right down to my very core.

These hands had to let it go free this love came back to me —for example!

#ilovevanillatea #ask games

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Thanks for the tag @lelephantsnail 💕

Favorite Color: peacock blue/midnight blue

Currently Reading: The Black Swan by Naseem Taleb. This is so unlike anything I’ve read. loving it so far. Padmarag by Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain. I hope I finish them.

Last Song: Dil Se Re by Rahman, Anupama and Anuradha. and Fanaa (Rahman, Tanvi, Sunitha). His concert reawakened my love for this song (actually all of his music, I had forgotten how much I loved it).

Last Series: I finished a Little Women rewatch (in love) and finally started Spy x Family. I love it! it's already starting to deliver the found family, I'm gonna be obsessed. Also watching Gaus electronics on the side. It’s pure chaos and zero brain cells in sight. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.

Last Movie: Nope. I need to rewatch this masterpiece.

Currently working on: just my portfolio. messing this one up big time if I dont stop procrastinating

share 10 different favourite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people: I'm doing 11 because I can't pick one from little women. I'm also quoting them (not necessarily their best lines, just the ones that come to my mind first) bc why not💕

1. Oh In-Joo (Little Women):

"Where do souls live? I always wanted a home where my soul could live." I can’t stop thinking about her characterization and development. They managed to keep Meg’s tenderness from the novel but added so much more. and they fit all of that with a surreal plot and significant commentary on capitalism and poverty. I love that they weaved in so much (and did it well).

2. Oh In-Kyung (Little Women):

"They're so fresh. They're fresh to the point that it's almost sexy". Fresh produce is…weirdly sexy. She gets it. Therefore, she is my favourite. Her layers make her feel so real, a part of the reason why I’m so obsessed w this show. Modern adaptations of classics are hard to get right, and I feel like this one treads those lines well. it is fresh (a full genre shift) but still manages to keep the essence.

3. Black (Not Me):

"Power is corrupting. Ideas are what have the power to transform society" My plot device of a man🥹🥹 Certainly deserved better. I could watch him wreck shit for days.

4. Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs):

"No one can fully grasp another person's deepest emotions. It's impossible. Only you can understand what you're feeling. But generally speaking, I can tell you this. Most people tend to cry when their father dies." Can’t help but hate him. Can’t help but project onto him. He has fucked up a lot. and he will continue to do so. It is entertaining to watch, but sometimes he deserves a slap across the face (or several idk). Other times, a hug.

5. Wang (180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us):

"I will break free. Time is on my side, so I've decided to leave. But leaving doesn't mean I lost." I’m so proud of him. In a story where people struggled to change, he proved that it was still possible. His sheer will to gain something out of the heartbreaking experience he had, and to keep going despite being so lonely, so unheard. But also, the maturity to know which fights to pick. There’s so much to learn from him.

6. Togawa (Old Fashion Cupcake):

"I'm seducing you. I've been trying to seduce you, with everything I have. Although you never had a clue. I know...being seduced by someone of the same sex, isn't considered common sense for most people. Especially from a subordinate. But unfortunately, it's common sense to me. So I've been seducing you. I've been meaning to tell you this whole time, but I was afraid. I was scared of saying something that wasn't normal to you. But doing this...and telling you in such a horrible way... I'm so sorry. I like you. I like you so much, I could die." I couldn't have justified picking anything else.

7. Ink (Bad Buddy):

"It's so gainful" The icon that she is. gmm, get your ass up and give us a milklove GL 2023.

8. Anya (Spy x Family):

"Father is a tsundere." I've only had her for two episodes but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

9. Fleabag (Fleabag):

"I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have for her. I don't know where to put it now." I will always treasure fleabag.

10. Baek Hee-Sung (Flower of Evil):

"We’ve only known each other for 14 years. So of course, you’d be clueless of my intentions." Thinking about him leaves an ache in my chest. Mr. I've-never-felt-an-emotion really broke down on the streets after reuniting with his 4 yo daughter and then got called out by her for it. "Daddy, don't cry like before if you miss me, okay? You're a grown-up". So,, misunderstood.

11. Han Ju-Won (Beyond Evil):

"I'll be a monster and dive into hell. That is my way of atoning" He's on this list bc I miss his ass and this show.

Special mention to Choi Doil and Great Aunt (Little Women) bc they haven't left my mind. and Nozue (babe, togawa was only here bc of that iconic confession, i love you just as much) and Miw from 3 will be free💕 This was so much fun, thanks for tagging me @lelephantsnail <33 Also, I’m so happy to see that you’ve watched 180 degrees, and wanted to shred it to bits with analysis because that show absolutely deserves it. so much to dig into and have your heart wrecked. Feel free to yell at me about it any time.

Have a great day!💕

#i set myself up w this quote thing🤡#took me longer than it should have bc horrible decision-making but what else is new #this was fun #to all the characters i didnt include: always in my heart i swear #i havent tagged anyone but if anyone is interested please go ahead #i’d love to see <3 #tag game

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Thank You Taylor

@taylorswift @taylornation

my name is Abby

I am 26 years old

I was 9 when Debut was released

I was 11 when Fearless was released

I was 13 when Speak Now was released (13😉)

I was 15 when Red was released

I was going through my first heartbreak and omg that album quite dramatically at the time I would say, changed my life

I was 17 years old when 1989 was released

I was headed into my senior year of high school and I was battling depression, anxiety, and on unfortunate terms that I have since mainly grown out of, battling an eating disorder

1989 built me up, 1989 was my escape, 1989 was a pivotal pop album that not only changed my life, but also the face of pop music at the time

Each song mainly upbeat always brought a smile to my face and made it impossible not to dance to

1989 was relatable, it ameliorated every negative thought I could posses

Clean was my favorite song next to Welcome To New York (I’m from NY so it meant a lot) 😂

I was 20 years old when Reputation was released

It broke my heart the battle ahead of Reputation

I was bullied for siding with Taylor

I was bullied for listening to Taylor in general

I was bullied for being a “crazy fan”

Reputation was pivotal

Reputation was an album I never knew I needed

Reputation was unlike anything from Taylor I have ever heard, and I was nonplus

Reputation helped me realize that even in the face of adversity and bullying, remaining true to myself was nothing to fear

I felt understood and validated as Taylor can create such intimate sympathy with her writing

I was 22 when Lover was released , It was released 4 days after my 22nd birthday

It’s funny , of course I used the caption “Idk about you but i’m feelin 22” on my birthday post

After the hardships of Taylor’s masters being taken from her , I was nothing short of proud to hear such an incredible album that was 100% authentic, and fully owned by Taylor

I had met someone who I was falling incredibly in love with during that time

Lover was MY album I clung to

Every song , every lyric , I fully felt with everything in me

I felt as if she wrote every song for me…

About how I was feeling and how happy my relationship was unfolding

I am still with the same person I was with when Lover came out, It has been 5 years and each and every day feels like the first time I heard that album

congrats on fearless tv and red tv ❤️

I was still 22 when folklore came out

Oh My God

I still have no words

folklore has remained my favorite album of all time since its release

I was always an avid reader and writer in school

folklore is the magnum opuses of a master story teller

I was 23 when evermore was released

As if i thought nothing could beat folklore …

evermore was JUST AS MASTERFUL if not more

I physically could never choose one over the other

I am the number one ‘folkmore’ stan in the entire world

I wrote a formal lyric analysis for right where you left me and ivy , my two favorite songs on the album

those songs are incredible…I literally don’t have words as I am still speechless to this current day and i fear i will be ‘forevermore’ 😉

I was 25 years old when Midnights was released

I have always listened to Taylor, but Midnights is when you could say I coined the term “swiftie”

I was watching the vmas when Taylor won best video for ATW10 short film and she announced her brand new album

I was floored

I couldn’t hardly wait

Everything about the Midnights era was ethereal

It was exactly who I was and of course yet again, i could relate to each and every song in some sort of way

I became obsessed but in a loyal fan way not a crazy psycho way… well that depends on who you ask i guess

When the eras tour was announced I cried , i actually cried

I was so excited as I have never seen Taylor live before and I had to do everything in my power to get the chance

I manifested to the max

I remember vividly playing ‘Maroon’ non stop 24/7

It was my manifesto (my fav on the album at the time) now i couldn’t pick even if i had to

I registered to be a verified fan on ticketmaster

I got chosen (i know an awful unlawful amount of people did as well but i still felt special)

My mom was thrilled and so was I

I transformed my mom into a swiftie

Her favorite song is lavender haze

We listened to the midnights vinyl on her late brothers turn table from the 80s and went through lyric by lyric , it was such a fun experience I will cherish forever

My mom is an avid sewer , a master of the craft if you will

She and I both sewed the infamous hat you wore in the red taylor’s version cover

bought the fabric found the pattern on etsy.. and legitimately sewed a hat from scratch

my mom thinks it’s so cool that the mic pack on the back of your outfits is matched by the fabric … she could do that for you anytime she is always free 😂😉

After hours of excruciating anxiety and misery

somehow by the grace of god i secured 4 tickets to the eras tour show in Pittsburgh!!!

I’m from New York… and not the city that never sleeps … upstate ny … Go Bills am i right? 😂 low key go Chiefs tho iykyk

I attended the show with my mom and dad and a friend of a friend

It was incredible, my dad quickly became a swiftie and since , he sends me multiple tik toks of Taylor swift every chance he gets , He texts me during chiefs games to tell me “Taylor’s man is on fire right now” and so does my mom 😂

I know this is long but for whoever reads this and maybe who knows … if THE Taylor Swift ever sees this … I want you to know that You have changed my life. You have been the light when I need guidance, the reason for laughing, dancing, and singing. You have always been true to yourself and have shown me I can do the same, unapologetically. Taylor Swift, thank you from the bottom of my heart 🫶🏼

ps … if you ever do another secret sessions … i’m only 6 hours from New York City and I am ALWAYS free 😉

with all my indefinite support , love, and respect,

Abby 🫶🏼🤍

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylor nation #taylorswift #taylors version #TSTheErasTourPittsburgh #thank you #i love you #the eras tour #the eras tour movie #me #taylor alison swift

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Dad's Best Friend Series

Genre: Steamy Age Gap Romance

Releasing: June 15 - 22, 2023

The Dad’s Best Friend series features deliciously forbidden steamy age gap instalove romances from bestselling authors. Perfect short romances to gobble up, with all the spice you love!

SAVED BY MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND

BY HALEY TRAVIS

With one simple favor, I fell for the sexiest woman in the world – my best friend's daughter.

Lena is gorgeous. Sweet, sensual, fascinating.

An angel who should not be staying with a much older, rough man, even if it's at her Dad's request.

Protecting Lena for a few days should solve her stalker problem.

He'll take one look at my size and back off. If he shows his face, I'll end him.

I shouldn't feel this possessive, this wild about a girl I barely know.

She's already mine.

I'll do anything to save her from her fears.

But who will save Lena from my obsession?

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MIDNIGHT SNACK

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He was my first crush. But he was my dad's best friend, so he pushed me away...

Now I've done what he told me to do. I went and lived my life. I still know what I want (and it's him, no question), so I'm showing up on his doorstep late at night, knowing he won't turn me away. I may only have one night to convince him that we both need to test the wild chemistry between us. So I'm going to make myself the most irresistible, secret midnight snack he's ever been offered. And I'll have to hope that once he has a taste, he won't be able to let me go again.

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PROTECTING ALLIE

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She's the daughter of my ex-military buddy, scared, and in need of protection. When a stalker threatens to take her life, I could lose my sweet girl before I ever get the chance to make her mine.

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Duke

When my best friend, Mickey, gets remarried and leaves to enjoy his honeymoon, he made me swear to look after his daughter, Allie. I didn’t tell him that I can’t take my eyes off her even if I tried. She’s a fully grown woman now at 25 years old but she's still thirteen years younger than me. And Mickey would bury me alive if he knew I was thinking about his daughter that way. So I keep my distance, even though it kills me to do it.

Then Allie calls me in the middle of the night, terrified. Someone is stalking her, invading her private life with threatening messages.

I will do everything in my power to keep her safe, relying on my military background to protect her. What I’m not prepared for is the way danger and adrenaline ramp up the sexual tension between us, making it impossible to deny my feelings for her.

Allie

My dad’s best friend, Duke, is like an uncle to me, buff, broody, and protective. I didn’t want to tell Dad about the stalker in the middle of his wedding plans, but I’m so grateful to have Duke watching my back.

After a close call with my stalker leaves me shaken, I find myself taking refuge in Duke’s arms. I’m not blind to the way he looks at me though. It’s more than mild fondness. He’s obsessed with me in a way he’s trying so hard to hide.

One hot, wild night is all it takes for our self-control to dissolve, tumbling between the sheets together. When I finally have Duke in my bed, I know it’s more than a temporary fling in the heat of the moment. I’m in love with my dad’s best friend forever.

What am I going to tell my dad? And now that Duke is in my life as more than just an impromptu bodyguard, will that paint a target on his back for my stalker, too?

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Crush

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 3,349 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Crushes, Fluff and smut, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Manhandling Summary: Hotch has had a crush on the new member of his team for as long as he can remember. He keeps his distance, but he knows everything about her—her favorite snacks, how she takes her coffee. They share a room on a case, and at first, he's nervous, but being around her is comfortable, and he longs for more. Is it possible she feels the same way about him? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below!

Aaron has a crush on the newest member of his team. There’s no use denying it, or trying to compartmentalize it and pretend it doesn’t exist; it’s inappropriate, irresponsible, and just plain stupid, but he can’t talk himself out of it no matter how hard he tries. He is completely infatuated with her, whether he likes it or not.

And he does like it, sometimes. Sometimes, she will catch his eye on the jet, or in the office, shoot him a soft smile, and his heart beats fast, his chest feels warm. He thinks, I might never get to be with her, but she does think of me, and that’s something, at least.

Sometimes, he hates it, especially times like these, when they’re all on the jet and Morgan is using every ounce of his charm and charisma, the easy smile he doesn’t think twice about flashing, to try to get her to go out on a date with him. She hasn’t accepted the offer yet, and he’s been trying for about five months, almost the entirety of her career at the BAU, but that doesn’t make Aaron feel any better.

He knows Morgan very well. He’ll convince her eventually, and even if it doesn’t go anywhere, he’ll think about the two of them together all the time and never be able to stop. It will take his (mostly) innocent crush to a darker place, a place of anger and jealousy he’s not proud of, but has no control over.

“I would take you on the most incredible date of your life, mama. Dinner, dancing, a moonlit stroll; we go out for a couple of drinks, maybe I'll try to steal a kiss...”

“Maybe I’ll punch you in the face...” she says with a smirk, but he knows flirting when he hears it, and her threat carries no weight. Morgan shrugs, grins.

“Maybe, but I can take a punch. You need a man, and I am fully prepared to be that man; one little love tap won’t stop me.” She raises her eyebrows, looks over at him with narrowed eyes.

“Okay, first thing’s first: I don't do love taps, I do right hooks, so don't tempt me. Second, I don’t need a man, I want a man, and not just any man will do. When I want something, I want something specific. If I want dessert—”

Cherry cheesecake, Aaron thinks. He’s seen her order it three times, is slightly obsessed with the sound she makes when she takes the first bite.

“—I want cherry cheesecake or nothing. Not chocolate, not strawberry. If I want a glass of wine—”

Pinot Grigio if she wants white, Merlot if she wants red—she almost never wants red.

“—I want Pinot Grigio or nothing. If I have to have red, I’ll order Merlot, but I won’t be happy about it. When we’re on a case and I can’t sleep, and I come out to stare at the vending machine for a midnight snack—”

She either gets peanut butter crackers, or barbeque chips. That’s an easy one. Morgan has to know that.

“—I’ll get barbeque chips, or peanut butter crackers, or nothing. I am uncompromising when it comes to the things I want. So, Derek Morgan,” she says with a smirk, and a bit of attitude; it only makes Morgan smile brighter, and Aaron refrains from rolling his eyes, “when I want a man, I want a specific type of man, and I won’t be worn down no matter how many times you ask me out.”

“And what specific type of man do you want?” he asks, crossing his arms. Everyone is paying attention to their conversation, even Aaron, though he tries to pretend he isn’t.

“Well for starters, a man. You’re acting like a guy right now, and I’m not interested in guys.” JJ says ooh, burn, and everyone laughs. “I want a man who knows who he is, even if who he is isn’t pleasing to everyone. I want a man who isn’t afraid to feel vulnerable, who can be tender, who doesn’t run from a situation just because it makes him emotional. I want a man who pays attention to me when it counts, not just when he wants something. I want a man who will respect my boundaries,” she says, a little pointed, “who will help me grow but not try to change me. Most importantly, I want a man who can handle me, and I don’t think you can handle me.”

Aaron blinks hard at that. He’s pretty certain he could handle her, absolutely wants to.

“Alright, I can’t argue with a woman who knows what she wants, and it’s obvious you know what you want,” Morgan says, palms up in surrender. “Let me know when you find the lucky guy—man—so I can warn him about you.”

“Baby, I am the warning,” she says with a wink, and Aaron shifts in his seat.

It’s going to be a long flight to California. When they get to the hotel, JJ hands out the room assignments as usual, and he’s very surprised when she hands her a key out of the envelope marked 313, and then does the same for him. JJ shrugs.

“They didn’t have any singles, I guess. We’re all doubled up.” The other woman adjusts her bag on her shoulder, looks up at him.

“Is that a problem? I promise I won’t disturb you,” she says with a smile, and he shakes his head and, hopefully, his nervousness.

“No, of course it’s not a problem. Thanks, JJ. Looks like we’re this way,” he says, guiding her down the hall.

Their room is a little cramped, but clean, and he takes the bed closest to the door, sets his bag on it. She walks past him, throws her bag on the other bed and puts her hands on her hips, stares down at the ground. It takes him a moment to understand why.

“We could probably move your nightstand against the wall, share the one in the middle.” She looks up, confused, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You need room to lay down your yoga blanket, right? I know you’ve mentioned before that it helps put you to sleep when we’re traveling.” A brilliant smile curves across her face.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was trying to figure out. Thanks.” He moves to help her, but she lifts the table easily, tucks it in the corner between the desk and the lamp. She rolls out her blanket, pulls an outfit out of her bag. “I’m just going to get changed, and then the bathroom is all yours; I’ll be out of your hair.”

“It’s no trouble,” he says, and he means it; she just nods and smiles again, ducks into the bathroom to change her clothes.

Her outfit is… it’s tight, for lack of a better description, a strappy sports bra and patterned leggings; she does a lot of bending, and stretching, and balancing, her body strong and sleek. He tries to go about his business, but he can’t stop looking.

Once he’s finally able to convince himself to look away, lest she get suspicious of his inactivity, he changes his clothes, takes off his watch and sets it beside his gun, badge, and phone on his side of the nightstand. He pulls out his tablet to get caught up on the news, and it’s actually kind of comforting, the soft hum of her breathing the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

He doesn’t realize she’s finished until she walks around between the beds, grabs her badge off the nightstand and slides her credit card out from behind her photo ID. “Heading to the vending machine; need anything?” she asks, and he shakes his head—he already brushed his teeth—earning one of her soft smiles.

She grabs her key, slips out the door, and returns a few minutes later with a pack of peanut butter crackers and a bag of peanut M&Ms—his guilty pleasure. She tosses them onto the bed beside him, and her lips twitch, and she strolls into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

He eats his M&Ms and does not imagine what she looks like wet.

Ultimately, he’s happy she was so thoughtful to bring him a snack, but that does mean he needs to brush his teeth again. The bathroom door is open, steam wafting out, so he figures it’s safe to enter while she finishes getting ready for bed. She’s standing at one of the double sinks, wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, brushing her teeth, and he steps up beside her and prepares to do the same.

It’s pleasant, companionable, the familiar sounds of scrape-scrub-spit, and then she washes her face with some foamy, herbal scented concoction he couldn’t begin to identify. He washes his with soap and a little hot water, and she cringes; he frowns.

“What is it?” he asks, toweling off. She hesitates a moment, then flicks open a blue bottle, squeezes a bit of cream into her hands, and lifts them toward his face, pausing with a question in her eyes. He swallows, but leans in closer, and she rubs it over his cheeks, his chin, his forehead.

“Soap like that isn’t good for your skin, not even for guys, and I figured you don’t moisturize. This stuff is unisex, and it will keep you looking young and fresh and handsome; you can have this one, I’ve got more.” She pulls back, washes her hands, and he’s left kind of dazed, longs for the feel of her hands on his face again. That was an unexpected, but very welcome, thing. The next morning, he’s up early, so he showers and gets dressed and then heads down to the lobby for some coffee and a paper. He grabs two cups, stacks them in his hand when he goes to unlock the door to their room; she is awake when he returns, freshly dressed, hair pulled back, and she takes the coffees from his hand before he spills them everywhere.

“Thanks. The one on the left is for you; two sugars,” he says offhand, grabbing his cup and setting it down on the nightstand, flipping open the paper. He sits down on the edge of the bed closest to the nightstand, doesn’t notice her smile, but she settles on her bed across from him, sips her coffee, and reaches up to pull the sports section out from between his fingers. He maybe cracks a smile of his own. That evening, they get back to the room a little cranky, another late night full of dead end leads, and she skips yoga and heads straight for the shower. The blissfully hot water feels good against her skin, and she thinks about touching herself, but it wouldn’t be appropriate, not with Hotch just outside the door.

The thought only makes her hotter, but still, she refrains.

When she’s wrapped up in her towel, she pushes open the door like the night before, starts brushing her teeth, and it’s not long before Hotch fills the space beside her, copying her actions. She washes her face, and he washes his with soap again—so, so wrong—but at least he uses the moisturizer she gave him afterward. Baby steps.

He leaves the room, and she follows him out to grab her pajamas, sees a bottle of water and a bag of barbeque chips laying on her bed.

Enough is enough, she thinks. She wasn’t sure, until they shared this room, but now she’s 100% certain that Hotch has a thing for her, and she’s harboring her own thing, which is stupid. If she wants him (she really, really does) and he wants her, why aren’t they naked already?

Thankfully, that’s easily remedied. She drops her towel, and Hotch looks up from his tablet, drops his jaw.

“I’ve been thinking about last night; how shy you were about our sharing a room. It made me wonder if you’re shy about other things, too.” She walks around her bed, stands between them, presses her fingers to his tablet to push it down, out of his hands. “Are you shy, Hotch?”

“No,” he says roughly, making no effort to conceal the way his eyes sweep over her naked body. She’d blush, but she’s not the blushing type.

“No?” She climbs up, settles in his lap—he’s tenting his boxers already and it makes her feel awesome—and his hands fall to her thighs, spread around him, squeezing roughly. She moans, rolls her hips slowly. “Do you think you can handle me, Hotch? I’m kind of a lot.”

He answers with his hands, grabs her face and pulls her down for a long, dirty, messy kiss. Her chest is heaving by the end of it, and she’s definitely leaving a wet patch on his underwear, she’s so fucking horny. He tips her back, so she’s laying against the sheets, tugs off his shirt, and drapes himself on top of her, tilts her head to the side so he can get his mouth on her neck.

“Oh my god, mmm,” she sighs as he sucks on her throat, grinding his clothed dick against her, and she moves her hands down to sweep them over his body, but he grabs them, pins them up by her head instead. “Fuck, Hotch.” It leaves her mouth as a trembling gasp, and he looks up at her, his eyes dark and hard; he growls out a command for her to stay—she’s sure as shit not going for a damn stroll any time soon—and leans up, pushes his boxers down, and flips her body over.

She’s laying a little sideways, kind of lined up with the bottom corner of the bed—it always makes her feel like a complete whore to fuck anywhere but right up against the pillows, so this alone is enough to get her super hot. He gets both broad palms on her ass, squeezes her hard enough to hurt (and damn if that doesn’t make her pussy drip) and then slowly slides his fingers over her slit, making her toss her head back and groan.

“Oh, yeah. So, so good,” she sighs as he rubs her, spreads her wetness between her lips, over her clit and her mound so she’s sticky and soaked and begging for more, and then he plants his hands on either side of her and thrusts in so hard she has to dig her fingers into the sheets or she’ll go skidding off the bed. “Holy fuck,” she gasps, clutching for dear life as he slams inside roughly and deeply, but so slow it’s almost torture.

“So how am I handling you?” he asks, low into her ear, leaning in to press his chest heavily against her back, rolling his hips and grinding where he’s seated deep. He pulls out almost all of the way and then slams back in so quickly her whole body stutters forward, and her head’s empty, no thoughts but my boss is fucking me and my boss is fucking me good.

She just pants in reply, and he repeats that motion over and over, fast, nearly withdrawing just to fill her until his balls slap against her; she feels filthy, and amazing, and a little pissed it took them this long to do this, and she comes screaming his name, yanking so hard at the bedding that she pulls the fitted sheet right off the mattress.

He keeps pumping inside her, and she clenches around him, moans. He grunts, leans in to nibble her ear. “That’s my girl. Can you handle me?”

“My god, yeah.” She wants to, at least; she’s never been fucked this good in her life, so she’s honestly not sure how much she can handle. It’s always the quiet ones, she really should have known.

“Trust me on this,” he whispers, and she does because she does; he puts his hands on her arms, pries them off of the bed and moves her forward, guides her hands to the floor to support her so she’s half off the bed, her ass up. She’s strong, and he knows she’s strong, but she’s not sure she’s strong enough for this because he just fucking destroyed her and her legs are still shaking. “Trust me,” he coos again, and he shifts up, gets one foot on the ground, holds tightly to her hips, and pounds into her fast and hard, short thrusts that have her moaning and groaning and coming a second time before he even comes once.

He does come, though, just after, and she’s glad she’s got an IUD because if not she’d be leaving here fucking pregnant, no doubt about that.

“Hotch,” she gasps, daring to reach an arm back to touch him, and he pulls her up, lays her back, and kisses her, smoothing his hands all over her body. “Jesus. That was incredible.” She cards her fingers through his hair—he’s breathing heavy too, looks as dopey and pleased as she feels, which makes her smile. “I’ve kind of had a crush on you for the last few months. Thought you didn’t notice me much,” she says softly, and he laughs, incredulous.

“Didn’t notice you? All I do is look at you,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over her cheek. She grins.

“Yeah, no, I got that. I figured that out; sorry it took me so long.” He leans in for a kiss, softer and slower, and she gets a little horny again, isn’t sure how that’s possible. “Why’d you stay away so much, if you liked me?” She’d done what she could to get his attention, smiling at him, brushing up against him when she could make it look innocent enough, but he’s always been the picture of propriety, maybe even a little distant.

“Morgan,” he says, making a face like he realizes how silly that was. “He’s been trying to ask you out and I figured you’d say yes eventually; he’s confident in ways I’m not. He’s a lot of things I’m not.”

“Yeah, that’s true, and I like you both for the ways you’re different, but his pursuing me has always been a game. A joke. He’s like a brother to me and he knows it. All in fun,” she says, and then he looks like he feels really silly. She leans up for a kiss. “All's well that ends well though, right?”

“Has this ended well?” he asks, a question in his eyes, and she runs her hands over his arms, his sides.

“If it’s up to me, I’d say this doesn’t have to end at all.” He puts a hand in her hair, kisses her deeply, passionately, and brings a few fingers to rub against her clit. She inhales sharply, licks her lips, and sinks back against the bed. “Oh my god, Hotch.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m your man,” he breathes into her ear, and she groans. Yes, he fucking is. The next morning, she goes to the lobby to pour their coffee, grab a paper to share. She passes Morgan—not a morning person—who grumbles a greeting and then does a double take.

“Whatcha got on your neck there, sweetheart?” he asks, and she grins privately, then schools her expression and turns to face him.

“What? Oh, that,” she says, poking at the purple hickey from the night before. “I’ll cover it with makeup later; needed my coffee first.” He blinks a couple times like he's missing something, frowns.

“Did you go out last night after we got here?”

“Nope, jumped in the shower and went straight to bed,” she replies, which is actually the truth. It just wasn’t her bed. She didn’t say anything about sleeping.

“Then who…?” It’s then that Hotch brushes by them, reaches out a hand for his cup.

“One sugar, one cream,” she says as she passes it over, and they both smile. Morgan knocks his cup over and spills coffee all over the floor.

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forhereyesonlyyy · 3 years

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love call. // iz*one, kcw. // one-shot.

in which missing your hardworking girlfriend causes you to do ungodly things, like staying up until two in the morning to drag her out for a late night date.

word count: 2.2k

author's note: chaewon on the brain all day 🥰 this is just something short and sweet for all my fellow chaewon thinkers 😩☝️ i wish to see her on a stage again 🥺

tags: fluff, wlw, established relationship, goofy, is it obvious i'm running out of things to say here.

warnings: none.

Perhaps your friends were right when they said that your girlfriend was the only person that could get you to act right because if she were around you right at this moment, you wouldn't be walking around the empty streets at two in the morning wearing shorts and a simple jacket. But you couldn't sleep to save your life, and you were getting tired just pacing around your room. Besides, what's a better plan than to take a short stroll around the neighborhood?

You could have probably watched another Netflix movie or played until your eyes started burning, but contrary to popular belief, you actually wanted to live beyond your 40s. It's not like walking around in the dark with absolutely no regard for what might be watching in the shadows was any safer, but at least you were having fun!

The city was practically dead anyway. Not even cars were seen driving around the streets. It truly felt like you were the only person in the world, and you loved that feeling. But it would have been more lovely if your girlfriend was with you.

Being an idol sure is demanding. I hope she's taking care of herself.

As if she could hear your thoughts from the other side of the city, your phone starts ringing and the special ringtone you set up just for when she calls or texts you starts filling the air. You immediately pulled out your phone and grinned when you saw her contact name on the screen.

You eagerly pressed the green button and put the phone against your ear, "Hi, beautiful."

Kim Chaewon laughs from the other line and you could feel your heart growing twice its size. Oh, how you longed to hear her laugh in person instead of through your phone. IZ*ONE has been busy with their Japanese promotions and they only got to go home a month ago, even then they had to attend a lot more activities. They had no time for rest, or to have a nice day off. It was the main reason why you have been so very worried about your girlfriend.

"I knew you'd be awake. Can't sleep?" Chaewon asks. You could hear her grunt, she was probably getting ready to sleep. While you appreciated her checking up on you at this ungodly hour, you wished that she just went straight to sleep. God knows how long of a day she probably had.

"As always. What's your excuse?" You jog across the street, your eyes fixed on the glowing sign of a cafè. Now you were fully aware of how you just stumbled into a street full of stores that are open until after midnight, and you have never been more thankful for bringing your wallet with you.

"Not to sound like I'm in love with you but," Chaewon pauses, and you could almost see her biting her bottom lip out of both nervousness and enthusiasm. "I was missing you— have been missing you. A lot. Too much, maybe?" Chaewon laughs at herself, and then mutters some nonsense that you couldn't decipher because her words made you stop on your tracks and tear up just a little.

Maybe you were too sensitive, or too dramatic, but you couldn't even put how much you missed her into words. For the months she was gone, you lost count of how many times you wished she would just come back to you. Perhaps you really were too attached, because at some point, you were in over your head at the thought of Chaewon realizing that romance did not have a place in her life as a rising star.

It was your biggest fear, getting abandoned by the person you love the most. Before Chaewon became your girlfriend, she was your most precious childhood friend. There was not a time in your life where she was never there for you, and you truly belived that your friendship would go on for the rest of your life.

You realized that your feelings for Chaewon was more than what a normal person would feel for their best friend when you entered your new high school together. She was just... glowing when you both attended the entrance ceremony, and you vividly remember how she gently took your hand in hers and promised that she'll do her best to make you proud.

But she didn't need to promise anything. Chaewon was already perfect in your eyes, you knew she wouldn't disappoint you ever.

Then on the same night she was announced to be a member of IZ*ONE, Chaewon expressed her gratitude to you by coming into your house and wordlessly kissing you while in tears. You didn't need her to confess her feelings through words since her kiss had already told you everything she wanted you to hear.

And now here you were, stronger than ever despite not having been seen each other for months too long.

"I miss you too, Chae," You replied after collecting yourself. There was no way that you would just allow yourself to break down in tears in the middle of the street. "Tell you what, the moment you're free to hang out, I'll get you that delicious strawberry cake we always loved consuming."

Chaewon laughs again, and the sound just makes you grin like a crazy person, "I'll hold you to that, (Y/N)." A yawn escapes her, and she groans. She probably knows that now you know that she's tired, you'll go on and on about how she should go to sleep. And you most certainly will!

"Go to sleep, baby. I'll text you when I wake up." You said. You did want to talk more, you wanted to hear Chaewon's voice for so many more hours but you'd hate to be the reason why she's so worn out. There will be opportunities some other time, I just have to be patient.

"Mm~ okay, I will," You hear some shuffling in the background. It was Chaewon making herself comfortable in her bed. "Wait. (Y/N), my love, are you seriously outside right now?" Your girlfriend questions. And all of a sudden, she didn't sound so tired anymore.

You scratched your head, "Um. No. What makes you think that?" It was never a good idea to lie to the person that knows you better than anyone else, but you had to try!

"I can literally hear the wind against your mic." Chaewon said. You squeezed your eyes shut, of course you would lose the battle before it even started.

Sighing, you turned away from the various shops, "Fine, fine. I am outside. I just... took a little walk because I couldn't fall asleep. I'll be going back home now, where I'm safe and where my beloved wouldn't yell at me." You replied with a teasing smile although Chaewon couldn't see it.

"It's dangerous to be out so late in the night, babe. I thought I told you that if you can't sleep, you can just call me?" You could hear Chaewon sit back up. Her tone was firm, you knew you couldn't joke around with her anymore. You take a seat at the nearest empty bench and snuggled yourself in your jacket. It was getting colder, but something inside you told you to not go home just yet despite your girlfriend's scolding.

"But you've been overworked to the bone, Chae. I didn't want to be an inconvenience," You admitted. You nervously fiddled with the zipper of your jacket. "You shouldn't even be calling me right now, you know?"

"(Y/N)... I'll use my time however I want, and if it's to talk to you, I'll take every sleepless nights I can get," Oh, you were so hopelessly in love with this woman. You leaned back on the bench as tears suddenly started falling down your cheeks. It absolutely infuriated you how Chaewon just knew what to say to you. "You're never a bother, okay? I love you, I really do." Chaewon means every word that she says, you could feel it in your heart.

You held back a sob, "I love you more, dummy."

Chaewon explodes in a burst of adorable giggles, "You're the dummy here! But in all seriousness, please go home. I wouldn't want you to get sick when I'm not there to take care of you." Even though your girlfriend was right, the brightly lit shops further down the street made several light bulbs in your head illuminate, and you just couldn't pass up on the opportunity to do that.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm going back now." You said, now jogging towards the bike rental shop. The staff sitting by the entrance gave you a small wave as you approached him.

"Good girl," Chaewon yawns again, and you hear her collapse against the pillows. "Don't stay awake for too long now. Love you." Her words were slurred, you just knew she was one second away from running off into dreamland.

You smiled brightly, "Love you more." And with that, you hung up. You finally looked at the old man sitting by the bikes with shining, eager eyes.

Genius, that is what I am.

Exactly thirty minutes later, you start regretting your life choices. You were standing right outside IZ*ONE's backyard dead in the night, it wouldn't be surprising if someone mistakes you as a burglar or an obsessive fan and decides to call the cops on you. But you were already there, you would only wear yourself out if you decide to turn back now. Taking a deep breath, you carefully dropped the bike on the ground and took out your phone.

Before you could think to contact Chaewon once again, the sound of footsteps hurriedly approaching made you panic. I'm really about to be arrested like this, huh? It's been a fun life I guess.

"EUNBI-UNNIE, THERE'S A THIEF— wait, (Y/N)?!"

As if it the deity of fortune was looking down on you, Kim Chaewon stands a few meters in front of you wearing a shocked look on her face and a single slipper on her hand. It was probably what she was going to attack you with, had she not realized that it was you who had technically snuck into their backyard.

You smiled sheepishly at your startled girlfriend, "Surprise?" You barely finished speaking when Chaewon throws herself onto you, literally. You lost your balance and fell into the grass. Chaewon squeals into your ear and plants several kisses onto your face, and you laugh as she does so.

Chaewon pauses and holds your face for a good minute, staring at you as if she couldn't believe that you were right there with her. Then she engulfs you in a more gentle hug, and you wrap your arms around her waist, taking pleasure in the feeling of her loving embrace. Gods, you were about to cry again. It has been way too long since you were physically with Chaewon. You were almost willing to forget whatever plan you had and just cuddle with her for the rest of the night.

"I thought I told you to go home and sleep, you dummy!" Chaewon hits your shoulder, almost in tears herself. You raised yourself from the ground so that she was sitting on your lap, and you rested your head on her shoulder. Just her mere presence would have been enough for you, but now that she was right there, you didn't dare to not take advantage of the moment.

You hugged her closer than you ever have before, and you tilted your head to look into her beautiful eyes that never ceased to make you feel safe and appreciated, "I really love you, Chaewon." The pure sincerity on your voice was what really pushed Chaewon to let go of the restraints and let her tears fall free.

"I love you. I'm glad you're here." Chaewon slightly drips her head down to catch your lips with hers. It felt as if a collection of the world's biggest and most beautiful fireworks had set off inside your heart as you returned the affection. Chaewon always had that effect on you, she made every kiss feel like the first time and it just absolutely makes you swoon. The way she would carefully run her hand through your hair during it all made your heart go crazy.

You were never going to get tired of being in love with Kim Chaewon. Even if the two of you somehow ended up being on the opposite ends of the world, your hearts would always be together. Or something like that.

"This is probably a dumb question, but," Chaewon pulls away and smiles at you. Oh, yeah. Her smiles make your brain go haywire as well. "What are you doing here, anyway?" Your girlfriend asks.

"I'm taking you out on the best date you've ever had, baby," You said with a wide grin. (You never knew, but every time you showed her that stupidly cute smile, Chaewon falls for you even more.) Your face falls immediately a second after, however. "I-If that's okay. I mean, it is pretty late and you're exhausted."

Chaewon beams at you, and gosh you could just feel all her love through it, "I'd love to go on a date with you, (Y/N)," She then takes your face in her hands again, and her eyes immediately drop down to your lips that she has missed so very much. "But maybe after this."

Yeah, now that was a plan you could get behind.

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crowdedimagines · 3 years

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Familiar Love - Harry Styles

harry and y/n have a hard time staying out of each other’s arms, not that there’s a place they’d rather be Famous!Y/n

“Well well well.” Harry grins, opening his door wider to his home for me.

“Why are you acting all surprised? You invited me here.” I get on my toes to steal a fast peck from him as I walk by. I walk into the living room I have grown very familiar with over the years. Harry’s London home never changes, his one taste of consistency.

“Of course I did, we’re both in London at the same time.”

“I know.” I roll my eyes, backing up the stairs to his room. He matches my steps evenly, pacing us like predator and prey. I slide my jacket off my shoulder, ditching it for the floor. His eyes never leave mine. If I didn’t know this house so well, I would be on my ass by now.

“It’s been a while since this has worked out.” He presses a stolen kiss to my cheek, then another and another, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me or a muse?” I bite down lightly on his earlobe, he backs me into his bedroom finally.

“Always miss you.”

“That’s right, you are pretty obsessed with me.” I smirk.

“M’not obsessed with you.” He defends, finally pulling his face away from my neck.

“Well your discography would beg to differ.”

“Shh.” He works on the spot he knows would normally occupy my mind enough that I couldn’t banter. The spot just below my ear where my neck and jaw meet.

“Temporary Fix, Perfect, Change Your Ticket-”

“Alright alright” Harry rolls his eyes, dimples showing up on his cheeks while he fights a smile.

“-and that’s not even counting your solo career” I tease, letting him back me onto his bed. “Only Angel, She-”

“You’re such an ass sometimes.” He shakes his head, as if in disbelief, but his smile only grows wider.

“What?” I scoff feigning shock, “You love my ass.” He presses a kiss to my collarbone.

“Yes, I do. Now shut up so I can love on you for the first time in eight months.”

- - -

Harry and I were the worst and best things to ever happen to each other. We met when we were too young. My career had just started, I had a singular album to my name and was lucky to open for any band that was on a tour. Harry was a couple years into One Direction by the time we met.

It was on a red carpet, thankfully not my first, but my first time being on the carpet for an award show that I actually had a nomination for. This was huge for me. My album had done well, but never expected a recognition like this.

I met Niall before I met Harry. I had bumped into him walking in and he complimented my music, even claiming one of his mates ‘couldn’t get enough of it’. When he said that I wasn’t expecting him to walk me over to meet the rest of the band. Harry had been the ‘mate’ Niall had been referring to.

I lost that night, to Ariana Grande, who in my own opinion deserved it more than me. That night didn’t feel like a loss though, because I got Harry out of it. We quickly became friends, texting, calling, facetiming any time we got the opportunity. One Direction was touring on a constant cycle, and I had just finished mine. I was in the process of writing my sophomore album, Harry flew me out and I ended up staying for the rest of the tour.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that we started dating, the calls and giddy smiles were enough already to clue in everyone around us. I was able to get a glimpse at the world he lived in with his stardom, and soak in every second he wasn’t on stage. It didn’t take long for fans and the public to catch on. A few too many paparazzi pictures at each concert venue to avoid.

Both of our managements allowed us to openly date, officially coming out to everyone with PDA and everything. It was amazing. I flew back home to Los Angeles to record my second album and before I could blink I was touring it.

Things got hard for Harry and I at that point, we could never manage to be in the same city, or get time off to visit the other. My name was quickly becoming a household one, and One Direction had yet to ever even stall in popularity.

It broke us both completely that after three happy years together, we had to call it quits. Neither of us were ready to give up our lives and it was no longer working to never see each other. We both needed to feel loved, and on opposite ends of the planet it wasn’t enough anymore. It was only a few months after our split that One Direction went on hiatus.

Harry and I remained close. Some would say too close. It started with just being friendly whenever we saw each other at events or things with mutual events. It took one slip up that sent us back into each other’s arms. It was a New Year's party, we agreed to be with each other, because we didn’t have anyone else to kiss at midnight.

Once you get a taste for someone you never stopped loving, it gets pretty hard to stop. So that’s how it all began. Harry and I decided to see each other, date, love, fuck, anytime we both happened to be in the same city. It didn’t happen as often as you would think. We both still had home across the world, and varying tour schedules. We both had on and off again partners, that then the deal would be off, but neither of our partners were ever in the picture for very long. For years it went on like this. It was heartbreak all over again though, once we knew that someone had to leave.

- - -

“Well, that was fun! It’s been a while, Styles.” I let out a sigh to try and gain back my breath. We practically just ran a marathon. Maybe two. He does the same, a grin plastered to his face.

“Too long.” He tilts his head to press a kiss to my bare shoulder.

“Well I do believe a plane works two ways.” I turn on my side to face him, my head resting in my palm.

“Mmm, I’ve been stuck in the studio. I’ve been working on new stuff.”

“Ooh, a new album perhaps?”

“Yeah, it’s been a whole process trying to get all my thoughts out and sorted.” He clears his throat.

“So why not go to Jamaica like you did for your first? A new environment that you can just throw yourself into it.” I question.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t feel like that for me. I did that because it was the first time I was doing music without One Direction. This time it’s a little more on me and how I feel.”

We catch up for nearly an hour before we both feel gross from our previous activity and decide to take a shower. Together obviously.

“Mum and Gem are coming over for brunch tomorrow.” He states.

“Hmm?” I turn away from the shower head to face him again.

“I think they’re going to be here close to 10:00.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” He places a hand on my hip, trapping me between him and the cool tile on the walls. “Never.”

“So what do you want?” I ask, tilting my head up to fully look at him. To read every expression that crosses his face as the water pours over both of us.

“I want you to stay. Have brunch with us.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his peck.

“Yeah, if you can.”

“My fitting isn’t until 2:00 so that should give me plenty of time.” I smile, “Are you sure they aren’t going to think it’s weird that I’m there?”

“They won’t think it’s weird. They’ll both be thrilled to see you. I swear everytime I pick up the phone they’re asking me how you’re doing.”

“That’s funny considering how often that Gemma texts me.” I smile.

“So you’ll stay for brunch?”

“Mhm.” I pull him down to my height for a kiss.

- - -

“Well if it isn’t the one that got away.” Anne teases as she pulls me in for a tight hug.

“Fuck-” Harry sighs, letting out air as if he took an actual physical hit.

“Hi, Anne.” I laugh.

“You just get more and more beautiful every-time I see you.” She holds my face in her hands and she studies me closely. Over the years Anne and I have only grown to be more close, even though I am no longer dating her son she still treats me as family which I can’t help but love her for.

“Let me give her a hug!” Gemma pushes her way in and pulls me in tight against her chest.

“Gem!” I grin.

Harry and Anne walk into the kitchen together with Gemma and I following, arm in arm. I remember this from years ago. The Styles family would like to make brunches together every couple of weeks when they could.

Obviously if Harry was touring or over in the States they couldn’t, but when they could they make the most of it. Everything is made from scratch, together. Nothing is decided until everyone gets there that morning.

“How do we feel about waffles?” Gemma asks.

“And eggs.” Harry adds.

“And bacon.” Anne adds.

Everyone turns to me waiting for my request.

“And fresh fruit.” I smile.

We all get to work and quickly become a well oiled machine. Them it’s not too surprising due to them doing this over the years, but I have to say I am able to jump in with ease.

I cut up various fruits arranging them as beautifully as I can. A vibrant display of colors on the platter.

“Excuse me, love.” He presses a kiss to my temple, a steadying hand at my waist as he reaches for a knife from the island.

I prepare everyone’s drinks around the table as well considering my task went the quickest. Shortly, everyone joins me and we dig in. Everything tastes immaculate.

We dive into conversation, the table never getting quiet for a second. Something I love so much about this family. There’s always something to be said.

“Well, I actually should be going it’s one o clock now, and I still need to drive to the other side of town.” I pick up my plate from the table. We’ve all been done eating for a while now, but the conversation kept us at the table.

“Where are you off to?” Anne asks.

“She’s got a fitting with Gucci.” Harry grins.

“Wipe that smug little grin off your face.” I smack his shoulder lightly.

“Gucci?” Gemma grins even wider than Harry did.

“I am going to be the new face to the brand.” I smile, feeling pink raise up on my cheeks.

“For the whole company?” Gemma cheers.

I simply nod as I grab a few other plates off of the table as I go.

“Can I come with you?” Gemma asks, the two Styles siblings following my into the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you act like this when I modeled for Gucci?” Harry asks, his jealous side coming out.

“Harry, you got a cologne, but she’s getting the whole company!” She huffs, “Do you know what cool clothes she’s going to be trying one?”

“I’m not getting the company!” I roll my eyes, putting the dishes in the wash.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Gemma smirks.

“Yes, Gem.” I laugh, “As long as you can be out the door in five minutes.”

Gemma leaves the kitchen and goes back to tell Anne, leaving Harry and I alone.

“You’re coming back here after, right?” He asks, trapping me against the counter.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll actually be in London for almost the entire campaign. You’re going to be sick of me soon.” I smirk.

“Never.”

- - -

“I am OBSESSED with that yellow jacket you had on!” Gemma sighs dreamily as we enter Harry’s flat several hours later. “It’s to die for!”

“Well, I can see if I can get it for you after the shoot.”

We make our way to the living room where Harry is settled in on the couch with a book.

“An angel.” She turns to her brother, “Did you know this one is an angel?”

“You give me too much credit.” I laugh.

“Thanks for the reminder, Gem.” Harry chuckles.

“Okay, now I will get out of your hair. I’ve already stolen all afternoon with you. Hopefully see you soon!” She pulls me in for a hug, “Love you.” I let Harry walk her to the door to say their goodbyes.

Harry comes back after a few minutes and pulls me down in a hug on the couch. He lets out a deep sigh into my neck, pulling my head in even closer.

“You okay, babe?” I ask, taking note of his obvious mood.

“Mmm, I was just thinking while you were out.”

“And what were you thinking?” I pull back so I can get a good look at his face. It’s always been an easy way to see how he’s feeling.

“I was just thinking that we’re both in such a better place than we were all those years ago. I don’t tour every year anymore, and I’m signed with good management that actually lets me make my own decisions.”

“What are you saying?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and studying his face closely.

“I’m saying that you only tour ever other year, at max. I do the same now. Why can’t we make this work for real again? We’re both more established now and have the right to chose when and where we do things. I know, we make time for each other when we’re in the same city, but there’s nothing saying we can’t be in the same city. I could live in Los Angeles full time. I could live with you. Or we could both go to New York. I don’t care, as long as we can be together.”

“Harry, you’re sure about this? We haven’t truly been together in a long time. I love spending my time with you, truly, but I don’t want you to uproot your life just for me.” I clarify. He’s saying what I’ve wanted to hear for years, but I just want to make sure we’ve thought things through before I give either of us false hope.

“It wouldn’t just be for you, it would be for us. I love you so much, I feel like I’m wasting time. It seems like a waste to know exactly who your soulmate is, and not do everything in your power to make it work.”

“I love you, too.” I press a fast and passionate kiss to his lips, “Although, I do have one thing that I think we should change.”

“Anything.” He answers, his eyes all gooey and lovey making me break out in a grin. I couldn’t keep a straight face over how I’m feeling if it tried.

“Let me move here.”

“What?” He asks shocked.

“You love London and being close to your family more than anything, I could never ask you to change that.”

“But-”

“And I love being close to them too. If today proves anything, you are my family.”

“Let me make the move” I grin.

“Happily.” Harry’s dimples are on full display.

“Hey, isn’t that another song you wrote about me?” I tease.

“Oh, shut up.” He rolls his eyes, pushing me back against the couch.

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