#wildest dreams wednesday
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The world looked like a painting.
The sky was a beautiful blue, with white fluffy clouds scattered throughout the blue. The trees were swaying because of the breeze, and the flowers were more colorful than you remembered. The streets were full of people passing by, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. Downtown Los Angeles was never known for having good weather, yet here it was, a beautiful sunny day that didn’t feel like an actual heat wave. For once you were enjoying the walk throughout the city you live in, even though you were running just a little bit late. Everything in you wanted to run back home and grab your camera in order to fully capture this beautiful day, but you knew Katsuki would throw a fit if you decided to be even later than you already were. When working with him, he would always be in a pissy mood if you were even a minute late, because apparently to him being late is punishable by death. It’s just one of his quirks, you suppose.
Picking up the pace, you checked your phone maps to make sure that you were close, and you were. The cafe had an outside seating option, and to your surprise Katsuki had a table ready for both of you outside. He was sipping on what you guessed was a water because the health nut refused to drink any soda (another quirk of his). He was in green cargo pants and a simple white t-shirt that read “Los Angeles.” You wondered if he had any non-basic clothing in his closet. He had to right? When modeling you have to wear a lot of crazy outfits.
“You’re late.”
The blond stated, putting his glass down and you made a quick note of his hands. It made you realizing that his hands around a cold glass makes you want to know that body like it’s yours. His eyes never left your body when you put your tote down on the empty chair next to you, and you pulled out your journal. You sat down and shot him a smile, before the waiter came over and you ordered a water and Latte (with extra sugar and oat milk, of course).
“Hello to you too sunshine. Oh! Speaking of…”
You looked up at your surroundings and started scribbling furiously in your journal. Your mind was racing with all sorts of ideas and thoughts, looking up every once in a while to make sure you didn’t leave a single detail out.
When you were satisfied with your work, you looked back up at Katsuki who was fixated onto you. You smiled sheepishly as the blond cocked an eyebrow at you with an amused smile.
“Sorry,” You fixed your hair, feeling a little squeamish under Katsuki’s intense eye contact.
“What’s all that about?”
He crossed his arms, leaning back looking absolutely magnificent. You were always in awe of how easily he can look attractive, just sitting there with bagging clothes on in the middle of the day. He honestly looks the best you’ve ever seen him.
Whenever people find out you’re a professional photographer, they always ask you if the model is as beautiful in real life as they are in the photos. The answer is always varied, but if someone came up to you and asked you about Katsuki, you would say he’s even more beautiful. He looked like a prince.
The sun made his eyes and hair brighten up, and you took note of the colors of the flowers that were behind him. You didn’t expect those colors to compliment his skin tone as much as they did, which made you regret not experimenting with different colors more.
“Inspiration strikes when we least expect it.”
You finally allowed yourself to relax, looking at Katsuki’s curious face. You didn’t want to tell him the whole reason as to why you got the journal in the first place.
When recovering in the hospital, you were often taken to the garden that they had just installed. As soon as you set your eyes on it you wanted nothing more than to take pictures and be able to make a whole shoot based on it. When your friends visited, you often made jokes of wanting to take pictures in order to analyze the settings that were around you. Soon enough they surprised you with a journal where you could do that and more. You remember being in that garden for hours, sitting in your wheelchair and writing down paragraphs of notes. Your nurse was a little taken aback, but Izuku calmly explained you were just a photography nerd.
“Whenever I see something that is worth taking a picture of, instead of actually taking a picture I write down the surroundings and explain them. There, I like to explain the colors and what emotion they could display. It’s all notes down to which colors are next to each other, all the way to the colors that are far away from each other. When I’m done I go back later and add actual pictures or I color on the pages to really bring it to life.”
As you talked, Katsuki slowly uncrossed his arms, leaning in closer as he got more interested in what you were saying. Or so you hoped he was interested in what you were saying.
“I also go ahead and write it as if it’s already a set, so if i had these colors I would already know what to do. I write props and costumes, the whole thing.”
You smiled Katsuki, who now had his head resting in his hand. A small smile appeared on his face.
“So what does your journal say about today?”
Rolling your eyes, you handed Katsuki the journal. He hesitated to grab it, to which you just shook the book in his face.
“Go to the bookmark, but if you really want to be stunned go to page 57.”
Katsuki was digging through the journal before you finished your sentence. He scammed through the pages, mumbling about how bad your handwriting is. He quickly shuffled to the page you instructed him to go to, and when his eyes landed on his he immediately looked back up at you. You just smirked, having to hold back your giggles at his one risen eyebrow before he fell back into the book.
“It’s me.”
It was very amusing to see him so interested in your notes, he kept flipping the pages to see all the ideas and drawings you had for him. You recall there were at least ten pages of your work, as you kept adding pages during the shoot.
“I can’t tell if this is impressive or nerdy as shit.”
Katsuki handed you the book back, and you put it back in your bag before facing him again.
“Well you seem to be interested so obviously it’s impressive.”
Conversation after that was easy, as it always is between you too. The waiter came by with your drinks and you put in your orders. After that the afternoon went smoothly, and the food was too good to be true. You were stuffing mouth fulls of your food, enjoying every bite as Katsuki laughed at your delight. (that rhymed!!)
“Oh yeah I forgot to tell you but Eijirou and Mina are official. Took the idiots long enough.”
He said it so causally, but the news startled you so much you started to choke on your food. Katsuki, who was now suddenly worried grabbed your hand in concern.
However, because of the sudden touch you jolted again. Thankfully though, this time you were finally able to recover.
Taking a breath you looked up at Katsuki with furrowed eyebrows.
“Warn a guy before you drop a bomb like that Kats!”
“I didn’t think you were gonna die if I told you about the stupid couple.”
His hand was still on yours. His hand was still on yours. You couldn’t not feel that new warmth on your hand, but you were too nervous to pull away. You ignored the new feeling and continued.
“Katsuki, they’ve been in love since high school. Of course that news is gonna kill me!”
The food was finished soon, and Katsuki insisted on paying the check and walking you home. It was starting to feel more and more like a date, and you had to push down the part of you that actually liked it. Fuck this. Relationships were gross and you couldn’t do it.
“Call you later?”
Katsuki asked when you were stopped at your front door of your apartment. You told him you couldn’t invite him in, coming up with some fake reason. But you knew the real reason. You knew you couldn’t invite him in because if you kept looking into his dreamy eyes, you would end up kissing the lights out of him.
“Yeah! Kyouka actually said she wanted to talk to me about something so I’ll call you after that.”
You were starting to get a little antsy, not wanting your nosy neighbors to peek out of their doors and ask you about him later. Katsuki, on the other hand, looked more comfortable than normal. He was really enjoying himself, and you couldn’t tell if that gave you butterflies out of excitement or nervousness.
“Oh? Tell me how that goes.”
You smiled at him, and you found yourself looking at him longer than you intended. Suddenly you took your key out and started to shove it in the key hole.
“Well that was fun! I’m gonna make sure to tell Ochako that the place is good. Talk to you later right?”
“Yeah.”
With the way he was standing there, not to mention the sudden awkwardness between you too, you did what you wanted to do the least. Your hands left the doorknob and you quickly threw your arms around his neck and hugged him. His hands wrapped around your back quickly, but you didn’t want the hug to last long so you separated your bodies just as you felt him get comfortable.
Shooting him a smile, you opened the door and walked into your apartment.
“Hey Kats great news dude.”
You were getting dinner ready, and as soon as the blond picked up you put your phone on speaker and set it up ready to talk.
“I’m guessing the call went well?”
You shuffled for different spices for your chicken, preheating your oven afterwards.
“Yeah! She told me that she’s actually opening for the summer festival again right?”
“Mhm.”
You sprinkled on an assortment of seasonings onto the chicken, making a mental note of the other things you needed to prepare in order to finish the dish.
“I’m actually cooking right now, we’re having Kyouka and Momo over for dinner in celebration. It’s actually a surprise that Momo was able to come at all, she’s the hardest to make plans with.”
“Not even Todoroki?”
You got out a pot and set it on the stove, before swiftly running to the fridge and getting all the ingredients out.
You discovered your love for cooking and baking when you were back from the hospital. You already knew that you had the capability of cooking or baking, having done that all throughout your childhood. Not to mention when you and Hitoshi were broke college kids who didn’t want to spend all their money on Wendy’s and Taco Bell every night. You remember when the pain kept you up at night, instead of suffering in your bed you would get up and bake until the pain went away. You started cooking a lot more when you were bored alone at the house while Hitoshi was at work. The rent was getting more and more expensive, and with only one of you working it was hard to keep it paid along with other needs. Thankfully, Shoto stepped in full swing and always helped pay rent, even Iida and Momo cashing in some money. You always appreciated how generous your friends were but a part of you felt bad, so as a way to pay them back you would cook meals for them and send them sweet treats. You often showed up at their jobs with lunch or even dinner if it was a late night. Hitoshi was always well fed, which made his parents Hizashi and Aizawa like you even more.
“Sho is always ready to dip work, to the point where we tend to leave him out of things so he can actually go to work.”
You laughed to yourself, remembering the time that he took the whole day off so he could “get ready” for the road trip you a and your friends had. It wasn’t even that long of a trip, and yet he took the opportunity to take the entire day off. Which, by the way, put back his magazine being released (it pissed a lot of people off).
The trip itself was unlike any trip you’ve ever been on. Now that was a story worth telling, but maybe later. You didn’t know how Katsuki would react to you, Hitoshi, Izuku and Shoto getting arrested in Arizona.
“Yeah that makes sense. So what’s the actual big news? Because I know damn well it’s not Jirou preforming for that festival for the fiftieth fucking time.”
You could practically hear the eye roll over the phone, but decided to not point it out to him. You were beaming, too excited not to let him know.
“Well, she said they needed a professional photographer to capture the whole day, especially all the performers. And Kyouka being the amazing friend she is, put me down as the photographer! I’ve been emailing back and forth with the director of the entire thing and it looks like a lot but Kats, I gotta tell you, the check is worth it.”
You heard him chuckle at your last line, before responding.
“That’s fucking awesome y/n, I’m glad you took it because there’s no way in hell I would let you pass up an opportunity like that.”
You smiled softly for a moment, stopping your hard work and staring at the phone. You started to imagine that he was there, looking at you with that shimmer in his eyes. But in a totally platonic way, of course.
“It also gives me an excuse to go to the festival, especially because last year I got sick and my publicist has been on my ass about going this year.”
You snapped out of your stare, realizing that you completely forgot to answer Katsuki. Fuck. You really needed to get a grip.
“I’ll be running around but I’m sure I’ll find time to talk to you.”
“You better, or else I’m gonna hunt you down.”
Now you were extremely grateful he wasn’t there with you, because the blush that formed on your face was criminal. You hated the way he said that and you hated the fact that you liked it.
Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye you saw your best friend emerge from his room. He had his basketball shorts on and giant hoodie, signifying that he most likely had a headache. Being friends (and roommates) for so long, you two were able to tell what was happening to the other just by a glance. It was also incredibly frustrating when you are able to be read like a book like that, but you guess it’s just the sacrifices that come with having a best friend.
“God that smells good.”
Hitoshi walked into the kitchen, and made his way to the fridge where he could find a drink. You heard shuffling before he finally walked out of the kitchen.
“Creamy herb chicken, low carb and gluten free!”
Hitoshi snorted and cracked open the Dr. Pepper he found in the fridge.
“You sound like a mom.”
“Like you would know what a mom sounds like?”
You didn’t have the honor of seeing Hitoshi react to that comment, because you had to put the chicken in the oven and start the sauce.
“Okay I’m gonna take that as a sign to go now. I actually got plans with the idiots tonight so.”
You closed the oven door and rushed to your phone, taking it off speaker phone and putting it to your ear. The two of you said your quick goodbyes and hung up. When you set your phone down and looked up Hitoshi was looking at you.
“Don’t say it or I swear to god I will kick you out and have you living on the fucking streets.”
You watched as he got up, not threatened by the wooden spoon you were waving at him.
“I’m not gonna say anything,” he shrugged, coming into the kitchen and leaning his hip on the counter. He simply looked at you, one eyebrow raised.
You huffed, before turning around to the man and starting the sauce.
“So low carb you say?”
“Shut up.”
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today was a fairytale
for the people who didn’t see, THE ENTIRE FIRST HALF OF THIS EPISODE JUST DISAPPEARED OUT OF THIN FUCKING AIR. NOT IN MY PHONE AND NOT ANYWHERE IN RECENTLY DELETED. i literally HURT just remembering it, and kept getting deja vu when writing this, that was awful
but anyways that’s why this is late and it pisses me off so bad my fucking ocd is going crazy rn i’m gonna rip all my hair out
anyways please enjoy this happiness bc it won’t be like this for long!
fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
- yn was late bc she was at Izuku’s place and lost track of time😭😭 if she was at her place she would not have walked
- LA sounds like hell so i tried to romanticize it😍😍
- bkg as the most basic and boring closet of clothes ever and you cannot change my mind
- the nurses almost did a psych exam bc of how hyperfizated yn was when it came to that damn notebook
- and for those who are wondering it’s just a black leather notebook
- cute little fact in the end of the notebook it has all of her friend’s signatures with little hearts and funny/loving messages (sobs)
- sometimes Hitoshi would also be up and help yn bake and would literally eat half of the batter
- the way that Hitoshi would wake up and see like a whole ass cake in the fridge is SUCH a funny scene to image 😭😭😭😭
- yn literally would come into momo’s office unannounced and momo never complained bc she loved the free food!
- (as did iida, and they would often sit and talk for an hour about all sorts of things. he’s so silly like that)
- and sho would literally STOP the shoots and make everyone take five whenever yn showed up with food. ESPECIALLY soba. he’s such a slut for soba
- i can reveal the bakusquad nickname backgrounds if someone asks….
- i think this is the shortest amount of writing i’ve done for this series 🤯🤯🤯
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Yoko: Do anything fun last night?
Wednesday: Enid and I spent the evening listening to songs about spite, vengeance and the sweet catharsis of exposing your enemies’ weakness for all to see and standing victorious over their defeated body, letting everyone see how you have humiliated them.
Yoko: What is she talking about?
Enid: We spent the night listening to my Taylor Swift records.
#incorrect wednesday quotes#Wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#yoko tanaka#wenclair#Enid is absolutely a Swiftie#Wednesday becomes one because she wants to understand stuff Enid likes#and ends up loving her work#Love Story and Wildest Dreams are her favorites
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I want you all to know when I say "Be gay, do crime", I specifically mean Enid Sinclair should murder people for her girlfriend
#wenclair#never in my wildest dreams did o think they would let her go that feral#honestly maybe I'm delusional but I WON#wednesday netflix#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wednesday spoilers#wednesday netflix spoilers
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Hi,
Let’s mixed today’s themes daycare WD reading a Halloween book and maybe Bucky and Reader getting scared so Steve has to comfort them!
The reading nook was decorated with plastic fall coloured leaves and little caartoon ghosts that had been cut out and slapped against the wall. Neither one was incredibly frightening but when the lights had been dimmed for quiet time, it had added to the escalating fear between you and Bucky as he continued reading the ghost story that was laid out in the book in his hands.
It was nothing sophisticated or contrived, but the images in the book were creating this overall illusion that nothing was as it seemed and everything was terrifying. You and he had huddled together in the reading nook, his voice shaking with the same tremor that afflicted your hands as the climax of the book started to appear and when Bucky had started to turn the page, Steve had decided to appear in the nook, startling you and Bucky.
The two of you screamed and the book was thrown, the immediate reaction to cry was inevitable as your hindbrain screamed at you that you were in danger. Everything felt like it was coming down around you and as the tears started to roll down your cheeks, both Bucky and Steve had reacted with their own hindbrain instincts.
“It’s okay, it’s okay ‘mega bean. Don’t cry.” Steve had crouched in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks as he tried to get you to listen to him. “It’s just a story.”
“It’s not real.” Bucky’s own voice had begun shaking, still frightened by the words and the pictures he had seen.
“Bucky, it’s okay.” Steve had turned to Bucky to get him to calm down like he was with you. “Both of you, it's fine.”
“I hate ghosts.” you whimpered, jumping at Bucky when he had come close to you, tossing you both to the ground. “I don’t want any more scary stories.”
“Agreed, beanie.” Bucky hugged you tightly, the two of you pressed against the wall of the reading nook, neither one willing to let go.
“That’s okay!” Steve beamed and crawled forward, stopping when his nose touched Bucky’s. “No more scary stories, how about lego? You like lego?”
“Not yet…too many ghosts.” Bucky shivered and shuddered.
“That’s okay. We can just sit here.”
#halloween countdown day 12#imaginedreamwrite’s halloween countdown#wildest dreams series: halloween countdown#wildest dreams series: halloween drabble#alpha!Bucky Barnes x omega!Reader x alpha!Steve Rogers#a/b/o wednesdays#a/b/o wednesday
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I had a dream Ohio was getting an until then California only fast food place (not in and out) and I was so excited and I drove past it to see when it would be open.... not until August 2099. 😭 wtf
#that wasnt even the wildest part of the dream#and i saw the restaurant when i was trying to break out of the church camp i went to (had a breakdown in and went home 2 days early from)#when i was like 11 but i could drive and was like today aged#like why was i there 😭 and i was like running away bc it was like really eerie there and felt like post apocalyptic#then i got home and the station on our tv that is the only audio channel was gonna start playing jjba but only one part a year and every day#of the week they would only play a certain character focused episode and they were starting with part 3 (my beloved)#and the schedule was like sunday: dio. monday: avdol. tuesday: kakyoin. wednesday: jotaro. thursday: polnareff (i can never spell it 😭)#friday: joseph. and Saturday was just minor villian episodes sgdgdgdgdgdgd anyway all this starting at 8pm and i was mad#that kakyoin was on tuesday bc tuesdays i fall asleep early bc im off the next day and i was mad it wasnt like Thursday#then every pbs channel was playing a new cyberchase movie but they all started at different times so the movie wasnt synced among the#channels and i kept flipping between them instead of watching whatever one started last#at least it was half a funny dream though and not 100% a nightmare like my dreams usually are#oh and the jojo eps would be like ones from the series but also they just made up new ones but never told anyone when the new ones would air#so youd have to watch the whole time sgdgdgdggdgxgxg#marquilla
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Some Extra Lessons
pairing: professor!leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: professor kennedy’s got it bad for one of his students. little does he know, you feel the same way for him.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, thigh riding, fingering, edging, age gap (36/college aged), teacher/student, daddy kink, sir kink, praise/degradation
word count: 7k
a/n: hey everybody. hope everyone had nice holidays if you celebrate them. and happy new year! i'm not sure how i feel about this one but eh. i got things cooking so stay tuned 🫵. as always, thank you for your comments and reblogs. smooches <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus
Mondays and Wednesdays. Those are fast becoming Leon’s two favorite days of the week. For most people, they’re probably the worst days. The first day back to work, and the other right in the middle of the week; when they’ve already had enough but it feels like the weekend is still years away. But not for Leon. Not anymore. Those days are now sacred to him because they are the days he gets to see you.
You’re his favorite student this semester by far, no one else even comes close. He noticed you early on in the beginning weeks, quiet but attentive. You would sit off to the side by yourself, always taking notes or scanning what was on the board.
It made him feel like such a perv when he first noticed his own lingering gazes and heart palpitations when you walked in the room. He tried to justify it. It wasn’t everyday he had someone like you sitting a few rows away from him, hanging on every word he said.
He’s only human, he tried reasoning. He couldn’t help but always notice the cute little outfits you wore to class, teasing just enough of your body to keep him ogling you for more. You did your hair in pretty styles and coated your pouty lips in shimmery gloss. He had to force his eyes to move around the room to other students when he spoke. His natural instinct was to keep them locked on you while his head filled with images of his hands squeezing those cute tits or his cock sliding between your shiny lips.
Despite those fantasies, he left you alone. It was wrong, inappropriate, he told himself. He shouldn’t be lusting after his student, let alone pursuing her. You were just a sweet girl trying to get an education. He couldn’t let his perversions interfere with that.
But as the weeks passed and more classes went by, he got to know you. You seemed pretty shy but not insecure. In class, you’d do your work alone, but if there was ever a lull in his lecture, you’d raise your hand to offer an answer, help him out a little. That was how he had bridged the gap between you two even though he hadn’t meant it as anything more than what it was.
He had just dismissed everyone, making a corny joke about the poor grades he’d given so far on an essay that had been due. A small smile graced your lips. Sure, the joke wasn’t that funny, but you had a fat crush on Mr. Kennedy so everything he said was a little funny.
You were scrawling down a few remaining notes before you would leave for the day when you heard his voice call your name. Immediately, your head tilted up to look at him. He beckoned you over with a wave of his hand. You were still wondering what this could be about as your hands slid your notebook into your backpack and your feet carried you towards him.
“Yes, Mr. Kennedy?” you say softly when you approach his desk. You rest your palms on the edge of the table as you await the reason behind this encounter.
“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for your participation. You know, I appreciate that, and I know it’s not fair to you to have that expected of you when you didn’t sign up for it,” he begins.
“Oh, it’s no problem, sir. I really don’t mind,” you say, smiling at him.
“Sir? So polite,” he jokes with a smile of his own. The remark had come out before he could stop himself with a mental scolding about being normal with you.
Your cheeks burn, and you glance down at your shoes timidly. Your heartbeat was already faster than normal just from having his eyes focused on you alone. With him teasing you, it felt like your chest was going to explode.
This was the closest you’d ever been to him, the most you’d ever spoken to one another. Up close it was even more apparent how handsome he was. He didn’t look like any other professors you had. His blonde hair fell into his face and partially obscured one of his eyes. His shirt was undone a button lower than was probably professional.
“And I wanted to tell you that I got your email about your late assignment,” he says. He could see your embarrassment. He would have felt more guilt about causing it if you didn’t look so precious like that. He pushes those thoughts away though as you look up again, anxiety in your eyes.
“Oh yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I promise you that it’s a one time thing. I don’t normally have that problem, and I just wanted you to know that. Didn’t want you to get the wrong impression,” you say.
He cuts off your apology with a chuckle and places his hand over yours, covering your manicured nails with the rough skin of his palm.
“It’s alright, honey,” he says, “I can tell you’re a good girl. I don’t mind giving you a break.”
Good girl. You shift in place upon hearing those two words. It’s like a small match ignites in your belly, inching closer to the larger fuse.
So naive. So well-intentioned. That’s what he saw looking at you in that moment. He could almost see into you, see your mind trying to figure out a response, to discern if he was purposely flirting or clueless like you.
Your eyes cast down, and a shy smile breaks out on your face. After wrapping up the conversation and finishing with a soft murmur of “Thank you Mr. Kennedy,” you practically skip out of the room. A swirl of almost every good emotion you’ve ever felt blooms in your chest because of his attention.
He smirks, watching that sweet ass sway back and forth as you bound up the steps to the door. How you seem to walk with your shoulders back and chest out after the small praise he gave you. God, he was practically drooling. He imagined himself looking like a cartoon character, silhouettes of hearts in his eyes and his tongue rolled out of his mouth.
But no, this was wrong. Point blank, it’s that simple. Or at least it should be.
After that day, he relented a little. He decided that some slight teasing was harmless. But he swore it would be just that, nothing further. That small voice in his head tried to defend it. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the attention. You’d blush and fidget in your seat when he shot you an amorous look. Or you’d smile and flit your eyes away as he’d tuck some hair behind your ear when he’d come over to your desk after class to ask if you understood everything.
And as he weakened, your infatuation intensified. These classes became the highlights of your week. You’d fantasize about the pet name he’d call you on Monday or how his eyes would roam over your body on Wednesday. Walking to class, ringing through your head was simply Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy. While you traveled home, he danced through your mind to your thoughts about him that sounded like a love song.
Even with the huge torch you carried for him, you could never work up the nerve to make the big move. Every time you’d imagine sitting in his lap, your lips moving with his, all you could think about was what if it was all in your head? All those little looks and sweet words just blown out of proportion in your mind. Could you handle baring your soul to him if he reacted with anything other than reciprocation?
These questions bothered you as the semester went on, but nothing really changed. Leon was the same way, of course, all while you were unaware. He could only imagine how freaked out you would be if he made any attempt on you.
Lately, the two of you had been spending more time together. You were staying after class more to get “additional help.” Lingering around his desk, you’d timidly started approaching him, and he was happy to give you the aide.
Today, he dismisses everyone else before waving you over with a smug smile. You grab your things and scamper down to his desk with your own happy expression. You slide into the chair he pulled next to his seat. You open your laptop and start showing him the things you didn’t understand. In reality, you understood just fine, but for the sake of being around him, you’d bite your lip and look up at him through your lashes as if you’d missed entire classes worth of information.
“I just have trouble with memorization. I get confused between the words and their definitions,” you explain.
“Oh alright,” he responds softly, eyes scanning over the screen and then finding your face, “There’s a couple of things I think could help. Acronyms, stuff like that.”
He starts explaining the strategy to you, but like always, you have to fight a mental war to stay focused. You nod along, trying your best to act attentive. It was so hard though because… he’s him.
You scoot your chair a little closer to his to get a better view of the laptop and notice his breath hitch. Your body freezes, but instead of feeling that familiar fear of rejection come over you, confidence begins simmering inside your chest. The change in his breathing meant something, he was reacting to this too. Maybe you could do this after all.
For now, you try to act natural, moving along the conversation with another question.
“Is there anything else though? Because I struggle to attach the definitions too, not just remember the words,” you say, leaning in a little more.
He turns his head to look at you completely, eyes locked on yours. You felt like you were losing your footing a little staring into them. “Mhm. I can show you how to link the two. Break down the word to get the meanings of the parts and…” he continues on as you zone out.
His voice was huskier now, and that simmer of confidence continues to build within you. You keep nodding with every pause in his speech, your doe eyes looking up at him.
“That makes sense,” you say when he finishes, still unable to look away. Your heart pounds as you make a decision. You place your hand on his thigh. You try to act natural, as if it’s just a casual gesture of affirmation. But you can see in his eyes that he knows better.
“Yeah? Do you need help with anything else then?” he asks slowly, watching your face for reactions.
“I think so,” you say as your voice grows a little breathier.
“What is it?” he asks. He leans in a little more and you can feel his hot breath fanning over you.
“I have some more questions…” you say.
“About?” he says, eyes dropping to your lips for a moment.
Head tilting down, your foot moves over to lightly brush up against his leg. You bite your lip, looking the most timid he’d ever seen you, which was saying a lot. But you force yourself to keep going while you have this burst of hope.
“Some special tutoring…” you offer.
“Special tutoring?” he repeats with a raise of his eyebrow, looking down at your foot rubbing at his ankle. He hesitates but decides to then take your hand and stand up. “If we’re discussing something like that, we should probably go to my personal office. Wouldn’t want us to get interrupted by the next class in here.”
“Oh yeah,” you immediately agree. You grab your stuff and your fingers link with his as he leads you out of the classroom, down the hall to his office. Passing bulletin boards of flyers and other students heading to their next class, you realize it probably looks a little odd to be holding his hand, letting him guide you around. But it just turned you on more, feeling dependent, controlled.
After a while, you reach the door with the stick-on placard reading “Leon Kennedy.” Your heart pounds as you shuffle through the entrance. The office was a decent size, having a desk, some book shelves, and a small loveseat in the back corner of the room.
He slides past you and walks behind his desk, taking a seat in his chair that was clearly much more comfortable than the generic one in the lecture room. It dawned on you though that that was the only other chair in the room. There was the couch, but that was too far away from the desk for your purposes.
You approach the desk, similar to how you did all those weeks ago when this first started. He looks up at you with hesitant desire in his eyes.
“Why don’t you c’mere?” he asks.
“Ok,” you respond shyly. You drop your stuff near his desk and pad around it to approach him. Standing between his muscular thighs, you almost can’t focus from the volume of your pulse in your ears. His eyes look you up and down, more overtly than they ever had in the past. It now felt like you were hurtling towards a collision without a possibility of stopping.
After a moment of silence, he rips you from your thoughts. “Go ahead and ask your questions,” he says.
“Oh yeah,” you say, perking up a little since you had nearly forgotten about your facade of innocent curiosity. “I was just wondering if I could maybe start getting some… extra help.”
He chuckles and leans back in his chair. The maneuver gives you a better view of his broad chest and sculpturesque arms. You feel even more flustered, and you know it’s about to get worse because he obviously picks up on it.
“I don’t really think you need extra help quite honestly. Your grade is fine, and you seem to understand a lot, even the tedious things you ask questions about,” he says, a subtle arrogance on his face as he drags this out.
“No, I really think I do,” you say softly, shifting back and forth in place.
His eyes look up at you with a knowing glint. He shakes his head with a smirk as his gaze falls down to your legs that couldn’t stand still.
“With what? Like I said, even those things you pretend to not know, you obviously do. You ace every test, and while I’d like to believe it, I don’t think my advice is that helpful.”
As the words left his mouth, Leon knew he was getting into dangerous territory, leading you to a place neither of you could just return from. The rational part of his mind was slamming on his mental brakes to no avail.
You were in a similar place, your mind racing and trying to decide whether to go for it or not. After a quick moment, it was as if a bright neon sign flashes in your mind. The words telling you to try. You decide on moving forward and ignoring the other part of you that’s telling you to turn around and walk out the door right now.
You sit on his lap, straddling him with each of your legs on either side of his thigh. You look down as your fingertips drag along the waistline of his pants.
“I just think there are other things I could learn from you,” you say, your voice shaking from your nerves.
“Tell me what they are,” he breathes. His own heart slams against his ribcage at your gesture. His natural instincts scream at him to pull you close and take what he wants, making his fantasies reality.
“It’s easier for me to show you,” you say. You felt if you had to speak anymore you might lose your nerve, so you go all in. You lean forward and connect your lips. With feather light kisses, you move your mouth on his.
At first, he doesn’t kiss back, and fear zaps through you. After a moment of shock though, he reciprocates. Your hands slide up his chest while he grabs your hips to pull you closer. The two of you go at it a little longer with soft smooches. Then he feels your tongue swipe against his bottom lip.
He pulls back and looks at you. He couldn’t do this. But God, just look at you. Your chest heaving with your heavier breathing, those plush lips wet with saliva, pretty eyes looking at him like a pleading puppy. He groans and runs a hand over his face and through his hair. His head falls back against his chair.
“Sweetheart… we shouldn’t do this,” he says, not looking at you to try and keep his resolve.
You bite your lip as your eyes widen with anxiety. “Did I do something wrong?” you say, shaky voice returning.
You try to keep it together. He still wasn’t looking at you, but you silently vow to yourself that you wouldn’t cry from the rejection. There would truly be no coming back from that. It would be hard enough seeing him on Monday as it was. If you shed any tears, you’d have to drop the class regardless of how close the end of the semester was.
“No, honey. I did. I just… it’s wrong,” he offers weakly, not convinced of his own excuse, “I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I’m sorry.”
Despite your internal promise, you felt barbs scraping at your throat with each swallow. Hot, stinging tears pricking at your eyes. You try to push it all back down, spare yourself some dignity.
“But- But don’t you-” you start, cutting yourself off to maintain your composure. You take a deep breath before finishing. “Don’t you like me?”
Leon cracks his eyes open and looks down at you. A critical error. He felt like such a dick. There you were, still on his lap, lip quivering, eyes lined with tears and full of uncertainty. He managed to make this into what he wanted to avoid, a complete mess.
“No- I mean yes, I like you a lot. That isn’t the issue here. We- I… we just can’t do this. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go on this long,” he sighs, hands falling to your hips to move you off his lap.
Now, tears were really threatening to fall. You grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself and stop him from lifting you up. Your mind scrambles for an argument that could work.
“Why?” is all you can manage. As if you didn’t know.
“Baby, I’m your teacher. It wouldn’t be right,” he says, forcing himself to remain unaffected by the kicked puppy look you had going on, “I have to stay objective, and that’s hard enough with a cute little thing like yourself.” He smirks at the end of his statement and rubs your cheek, trying to lighten the mood.
It doesn’t work, your eyes are fixated on his belt buckle as a part of the strategy to keep your tears from leaking out. You subconsciously lean into his hand on your face though, a gesture that makes his heart melt. You just nod faintly. Think, think, think, think, you tell yourself.
“But it won’t be like you’re cheating for me. I get good grades. It’s not like I’m fucking you to pass…” you reason.
“I know that, sweetheart, and you know that. But you have to understand. Think about it. What if people found out? I’d be risking my job, and I can’t imagine it would go well for you either,” he says softly, stroking some of your hair behind your ear.
“No one will find out,” you say. Your head tilts up so you can look into his eyes.
He immediately looks away, afraid he would cave if he stared into those sweet spheres of desire. You catch this, realizing it may be your way ahead.
“You’re a sweet girl, honey. Pretty and smart. The kind any man would be lucky to have. If this was a different situation, I wouldn’t hesitate. Not for a second. But it’s not,” he says, looking pained.
You push your lip out a little more and let one tear fall from each eye before quickly wiping them away, smearing the warm liquid across your cheek. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around him and press yourself to his chest. You look up at him, forcing him to make eye contact.
“I don’t want any man though,” you say quietly. You keep your stare locked on him, your eyes big and vulnerable to accentuate your point. “Please, sir.”
His cock jumps at the title leaving your lips. He sucks in a breath and tilts his head back. “Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says with a hushed groan.
You scoot forward a little bit, your hips grinding down on his lap with the motion. Your nose drags against his throat as you nuzzle his neck. You lay a kiss to his pulse point before murmuring, “Just a few more kisses? Then I won’t bring any of it up again. Pretty please.”
“Kisses…” he trails off, pondering the idea. Just a few more kisses. An obvious lie. But one he would at least pretend to believe just so he could have those sweet lips on his again. “Fine, but that’s it. You understand?”
“Mhm,” you respond without thinking. You lean up and kiss him. It’s not soft or gentle like the first time. This go is passionate from the beginning. Lips move together, and again, your tongue works to gain entry to his mouth.
The two of you make out for definitely more than a few kisses. Your hand slides up from his shoulder to the base of his neck, lightly tugging on his hair. He groans and squeezes your waist. You gasp between kisses at the sensation and grind your hips down again in response.
He grunts as he feels it, his cock getting a little stiff at the feeling. You do it again with a whimper. This time his fingers dig into your flesh, holding you with more authority.
“Be good, only a few more kisses, remember?” he grunts against your lips.
Continuing to kiss, you take a break from moving your hips and push your body against his again. Your soft tits push up against his chest. He tries to draw back, feeling cracks in his resolve as the warm globes meld with him. The backing of his chair stops him from getting too far away though. He grunts and his grip gets more firm, trying to keep you in a suitable position.
“Stay still. Think I’m giving you more than you asked for anyway. Don’t make me cut it off here,” he mumbles before going back in.
It was risky, but you felt like you had him. You felt him half hard between your legs and could feel his breath coming out in longer puffs. You do it again, rolling your hips on him, dragging your cunt over his bulge through the layers of clothing that separated you.
He growls and nips at your lip before harshly lifting your hips off his lap. You’re hovering above the growing tent in his jeans. You lightly rock them a few times with a pout, testing to see if you can get any kind of friction.
“What did I say?” he asks.
“It’s not fair, sir,” you whimper, ignoring his question.
“Oh, it’s not?” he says, maintaining his stern demeanor, “What’s so unfair?”
“Leading me on,” you huff.
Mix a bit of truth in with your seductive game, and you have him now. Real guilt and frustration swirls with the lust in the pit of his belly. He was all in now. There was no way you were leaving this office without his cum leaking from you.
“I told you what you were getting. You thought you could get away with being greedy,” he chides. He lifts you even more and puts you on your feet in front of him, between his thighs again. “Take your pants off.”
Your eyes widen. This was going to happen. Your fingers make quick work of your jeans, snapping the button and dropping them to pool around your ankles. You step out of them and nudge them to the side. He smirks up at you, standing there in your tight t-shirt and frilly pink panties. Of course, everything about you was cute.
His hands return to your hips and pull you on top of him. This time you aren’t on his lap though. You land on his thigh. You look down at the limb beneath you and then back at his face.
“Don’t play dumb now. You wanna rub that needy pussy on something, go ahead,” he says.
“But-“ you start before he cuts you off with a sharp smack on the ass.
“I don’t want to hear any complaining. You should count yourself lucky I’m letting you even do this,” he says as his hand rubs and kneads the cheek he just slapped, “Normally, I wouldn’t accept my little girl just doing whatever she wants like that. But because it’s your first time, I’m giving you a break. Gonna help fix this problem you’re having, thinking from between your legs instead of with that pretty little head.”
Your entire face heats up as he lays into you like that. You start rocking your hips, dragging yourself on his clothes thigh. You watch his face for approval as you go, but his eyes are transfixed on your lower body at the moment.
“There you go, baby. That’s right,” he says encouragingly before cracking you on the ass again, “Little faster. Wanna see how bad you’ve been wanting this.”
You do as he says, rolling your hips with more speed and force. The fabric of your panties begins to dampen with your arousal as you press onto it. Whimpers fall from your lips as you grind your swollen pussy on his muscle. He gives you some help, guiding your movements by holding your hips. You softly gasp a few times, biting your lip as you continue to rut against him.
“Look at you,” he coos. Your tits bounce beneath your t-shirt as you ride his thigh. “Been thinking about this a lot, sweetheart? Dream about this while you’re sitting in class, hm? Humping my leg like a dumb little puppy.”
“Yes,” you choke out and toss your head back. A guttural moan leaves you, and he chuckles, giving your hip a tighter squeeze.
“Quiet, babydoll. Don’t want anyone outside this room hearing. I don’t think they’d believe this is just some ‘special tutoring,’” he says.
You keep up your grinding, your pussy sensitive to the rough fabric of his pants even through your panties. He tries to help you quiet down by pulling you closer and cradling your head against his shoulder, muffling your sounds against his shirt. The cloth becomes wet with your spit as your hushed moans spill out.
After going for a little while longer, he can tell you’re getting close. It’s obvious in the way your hips sputter every couple of thrusts, how your voice is getting whinier, how your body contracts every few moments. Your hands curl into fists, clutching the fabric of his shirt.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, “Getting close, baby? Think you’re gonna cum soon?”
“Yes, sir,” you whimper.
“Aw, so polite,” he teases just like he had those weeks ago, “Well, tell me when you’re right there. Gonna make it extra special.”
You nod obediently and continue working yourself to the high point. Your breaths become sharper and movements get more erratic. You feel the band of pleasure stretching inside you, ready to snap.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, “ you ramble out.
“Not yet, you aren’t,” he says.
With a menacing grin, he yanks your hips up and flips you around. Mind spinning from the sudden loss of pleasure, you whine and squirm on his lap. A pointless struggle seeing how your soaked panties were faced out away from any potential source of friction. Your back’s flush against the warmth of his chest. You can feel his heartbeat thudding behind you as his hands curl around the back of your legs and bring them up so that your feet are planted on his thighs. Your head slumps back against his shoulder, turning to look up at him, pleading frustration projecting from your eyes.
One of his arms snakes around your waist while the other comes up to stroke your chin with his thumb. He looks down at you, eyes full of amusement as he toys with you.
“Now that was really unfair, wasn’t it pretty girl?” he taunts.
You arch your back off his chest with another whine before collapsing against his broad form again. You nod, feeling the sparks of ecstasy dwindle within you.
“You’re a tease,” you huff.
“I am?” he mocks.
He begins trailing his hand down your front, stopping level with your breasts. He squeezes them gently with some firm caresses from his fingers. Then he lowers his hand further and slips it beneath your shirt. Your breath hitches as he begins stroking the soft skin of your belly up to the valley between your breasts. His palm slides beneath the cups of your bra, feeling the bare skin of your chest. He alternates between each. The rough pads of his fingertips drag over the sensitive flesh of your nipples, giving them tender pinches that draw hushed mewls from you.
“So soft, baby,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple.
It felt nice, made your breasts feel heavy and achy, begging to be touched. Had your head hot and airy, unable to control the way you melted against him or the sweet noises that escaped you. But you couldn’t really enjoy that because your pussy was still throbbing, still desperately searching for the orgasm that was stolen from you. You squirm again, pushing your ass back against the bulge you felt growing in his pants.
“Please, sir. Please,” you whimper, “Wanna cum.”
You feel his lips curl into a smile against the side of your head, but his tone remains rough and commanding. “I think the next thing I gotta teach you is patience.”
Retracting his hand from your bra, he smooths it back down your stomach to the hem of your panties. His fingers fidget with one of the strips of lace on the garment while he stares into your eyes.
“You know, baby, I think you’re the tease here,” he breathes. He rubs the skin just above your panties and then moves under the fabric. His digits glide through your slick folds, the touch meandering, just at the border of giving you pleasure. “I mean, I think you know what you’ve been doing.”
“What?” you say, struggling to take in his words when you were fixated on his touches to your center.
“You act like a dumb little doll, sweetheart, but I know you’re not. I know you know how to play. Parading around in those pretty outfits, something always on your lips, always saying ‘yes sir,’” he whispers. His digits circle your clit at a painfully slow pace. He brushes over it slightly, giving you hope before flattening his hand over your cunt. You get ready to whine about the teasing before he pushes two fingers inside you.
“Mr. Kennedy,” you gasp, head pressing back further against his shoulder.
“Oh, and how could I forget my favorite, ‘Mr. Kennedy.’ But I think it’s about time you start calling me Leon, babydoll. No need to be so formal anymore,” he says as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right.
You shake your head and whimper. His palm rubs down on your puffy clit with every thrust of his hand.
“Oh no?” he teases, “You like Mr. Kennedy taking care of you, making you feel good?”
Your eyes roll back as you nod. “Mhm. Yes… s-sir,” you say.
You stumble over the word ‘sir.’ Leon catches it immediately, and he’s certain he knows why. He knows what you really wanted to call him.
“Mmm, good girl,” he purrs in your ear, seeing the way the praise pulls extra gasps from you, makes your eyes all glossy, “You’re so sweet, baby. So precious.”
He lays it on thick, trying to get you to crack and say the word on the tip of your tongue. His fingers massage your sensitive spots as they consistently slide into your dripping cunt. You bite your lip, more whimpers coming from you. You look up at him again through your lashes.
“Thank you, sir,” you say, voice all soft and dreamy as you start climbing to that high.
“Of course, babydoll. You deserve it,” he says into your hair, “But you know, I still think ‘sir’ is too professional. Makes me feel like I’m at work. Plus, I get the feeling you have another name in mind too.”
“I- I do?” you ask, looking up at him curiously. He smiles at your naivety and the way you try to get your words out around your whimpers.
“Oh yeah. I can already hear it, sweetheart. You like being taken care of, being doted on. I can see it. All you want is to be a good girl for…”
“Daddy,” you whine, your eyes squeezing shut.
“That’s right,” he chuckles. He speeds up his fingers, delving as deep as possible. A quiet squeal erupts from you, and he hushes you while kissing your cheek a few times. You try to keep your noises down even as your hips buck and your heels dig into the meat of his thighs.
“Daddy I- Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you moan.
“Aw, but I don’t want my baby to cum yet,” he mocks. Just as quick as the release had built in you, it was gone. He pulls his fingers out of your hole, and your eyes widen. You whimper in disbelief, hips squirming as if they could find that sensation again if they were positioned just right.
“Daddy!” you practically cry.
“Thought I told you to be quiet,” he says, taking his fingers, still wet with your slick, and shoving them into your mouth. You hum around them in surprise at first, but in no time, your tongue presses against the skin, tasting yourself on him. He pumps them in and out a little, a smaller version of what he had been doing moments earlier down below.
“There you go, baby. Like I said, no complaints. Just shut that silly mind off and focus on Daddy’s fingers,” he murmurs. He watches with approval as you do exactly that, your eyes fluttering a bit as you clear your thoughts out. “Such a fast learner.”
Your pussy still aches with a need for him, but it’s more tolerable when he’s cooing in your ear while your lips are around his fingers.
“Bet my pretty girl wants to cum so bad right about now,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear.
“Mhm,” you hum as you take his fingers further into your mouth.
“Well, you know why Daddy didn’t let you cum yet? It wasn’t just to be mean to you,” he says.
He hears garbled “I don’t know” come from you. He strokes your hair with his other hand.
“It’s because,” he starts. He removes his fingers from between your lips and scoops you up. Next thing you know, your back is against the hardwood of his desk. You’re looking up at him with hazy eyes, slowly blinking as you take in his words. “I want you to cum all over Daddy’s cock.”
In mere seconds, his belt clanks against the floor, your panties are gone, his fly is undone, and his dick is out, rock hard. It’s flushed and leaking precum as he moves it to your entrance. He pushes the tip in first, teasing you by holding himself there.
You whine at the slight intrusion, wiggling your hips for more. Jutting your lip out a bit, you look up at him with a pout. “Daddy…” you plead weakly.
He shakes his head with an amused smile, but it works. He pushes the rest of his length in, filling you up completely. As he slides in, a long groan leaves him and his head tilts towards the ceiling. He grumbles something along the lines of “so fucking tight.” Your fingers reach downward to grip the edge of his desk. It felt like you were already there again, right on the brink of release.
After a moment of just taking in the feeling, he begins thrusting. He pulls his hips back and pushes them forward again. His cock slides between your walls with no resistance, the perfect fit. You were already pulsing around him, sucking him in deeper. A deep laugh rumbles from his chest.
“You're gonna cum already, baby. I’m that good?” he mocks. He thumbs your clit, sending a burst of pleasure through you that makes you clamp down on him. He grunts and starts thrusting a little harder.
You’re whining quietly, but you can’t hold back the yelp when he pinches your clit. You cum on the spot, gushing around him. You babble incoherently and buck your hips. The high was higher than any euphoria you’d ever felt. You’re panting when it’s done, but he’s still going.
He’s smirking down at you, rocking his hips all the while. “Did I say you could do that?” he asks with a light spank to your clit.
You gasp and arch your back off the desk. “No!” you whine, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I’m sure you are.” Another spank. “You’re lucky it’s your first time, and I’m giving you a break today.”
You nod quickly. “Thank you Daddy,” you mumble.
He keeps thrusting, seamlessly going between hard and fast and slow and deep. The motions shake the desk back and forth, sliding inches on the floor each time. You feel like there’s gonna be scrape marks when you’re done.
You also feel like you’re gonna have marks from the way he’s gripping your hips, battering your sensitive pussy. You were so worked up from all the teasing that the overstimulation didn’t even faze you. Your head just droops back, hanging off the edge of the desk.
It’s harder to keep track of how loud you’re being when you’re this out of it. He smiles at your needy whines and pulls your thighs forward so your head is back on the desk. He leans forward, covering his body with yours and grinding his hips deeper than before. His hand comes up and covers your mouth.
“You better hope no one hears, pretty girl. We didn’t lock the door,” he pants.
You moan against the flesh of his hand and your walls tighten their grip on him. He growls in your ear at the sensation before a low chuckle comes from him.
“Oh, you’d like that? I should’ve known,” he teases, “You’d love for someone to come in and see how good you’re being. What a sweet girl you are, being used by your teacher. Love for them to see all the things Daddy’s teaching you.”
A strained cry bubbles beneath his fingers, and you nod, feeling shameless about your fantasy. He nuzzles the side of your head and keeps thrusting as deep as he can. He knows you’re getting close again, and this time, he’s right there with you.
“Come on, sweet baby. Give Daddy another one. I know my precious girl can do it. You were wanting it for so long,” he grunts.
Your whole body seizes as another orgasm rips through you. Your whines and cries are fortunately muffled by his palm, but he feels your drool leaking against his skin. His own eyes squeeze shut as he gasps and moans. His hips jerk, pounding into you a few more times before he cums. He bites his lip to silence his own noises as he spills into, filling you to the brim.
Both of your chests are heaving in the end as you take in gulps of air. He slowly pulls out and pushes some of his hair out of his face. You're both half dressed, his pants down to his knees, shirt unbuttoned. You, nude from the waist down and bra shifted out of place beneath your shirt.
The two of you stand up, you on shaky legs, and pull yourselves back into shape. You pull your panties up and follow them with your jeans while he does the same with his pants. He then falls back into his chair and takes you with him.
He just holds you to his chest for a little bit, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head. You don’t say anything either. You curl up into the affection and stroke his forearm gently.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs before squeezing you a little tighter.
You’re both so into it, not caring about anything beyond this office at this moment. That is until you catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall.
“Oh… Mr. Kennedy,” you start as you slowly untangle yourself from him and stand up, “I probably should get going. I have to meet my friend to study soon.”
He’s not happy about losing your body on his, but he smiles at your words.
“Alright, honey, but seriously. It’s Leon from now on,” he says.
“Ok,” you laugh with a nod, “Leon.”
You grab your things and give him one more sweet look before turning to walk to the door. He pats you on the ass and kisses your cheek.
“See you Monday, baby,” he says.
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07 — wildest dreams
summary: “he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn
warnings: rated 16+ for lots of kissing hehehe, reader wears a dress + makeup, a final ‘eff u!!’ to jeid LOL
wc: 3.3k
a/n: we have finally reached the end! thank you all so much for your support during this little project 😚💕 massive thank you to @astrophileous for beta-reading this entire project! congratulations again for finishing your thesis!!
SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST
Spencer yawns softly as he steps out of bed, running his fingers through his unruly hair. He finally got it cut a few days ago and, even though it’s a lot shorter than what he is used to, he really likes it. After putting on his shirt that has fallen haphazardly to the floor the previous night, he walks into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea.
He stirs the sugar with a spoon tiredly, his vision blurry from both the lack of sleep and the lack of glasses. The muscles of his thighs quiver with each step and he grimaces. Maybe he should start working out with Morgan. He dismisses the thought immediately. He still wants to live.
He’s about to go back into the room when a pair of arms wrap tightly around his middle, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “Hey, angel.”
You grunt out a noncommittal greeting, your forehead resting between his shoulderblades as you continue to hug him. “Why’d you go?”
“I was thirsty,” he responds, turning around to hug you back. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts that you stole and he glows with pride, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “What’re you doing up, darling?”
“You left,” you respond groggily, leaning into his touch. “Got cold.”
Spencer, as you have learned, is essentially a human furnace. He exudes so much warmth both figuratively and literally that you have saved probably hundreds of dollars in electricity bills. He is so unbelievably warm and he always gives the best hugs, wrapping his arms around your frame and tracing circles into your skin.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing the side of your face. “Go back to bed, angel. I’ll be there in a second, okay?”
You merely nod in response, reaching up and planting a firm kiss to his chin before padding back into your room, burying yourself under the covers. He arrives soon after, shuffling closer to you and pulling you in so that your nose is against his sternum. His fingers find the knots in your hair, skillfully and carefully untangling them. He feels you yawn as he continues his ministrations, and he presses yet another kiss to your head.
“You should move in,” you mumble against his chest, creeping a hand up under his shirt and brushing your nails against his spine.
He shudders at the contact, a quiet groan leaving his lips. “Yeah? You think I should move in?”
It is within moments like these where it becomes glaringly obvious that Spencer is no longer the naive ‘kid’ he was when he began working at the BAU. He’s grown into himself now, filling out his dress shirts better and wearing an easy smile on his face. Spencer has always been attractive, all of the girls who loved him before are a testament to that (no matter how bitter you are when coming to this realisation), but he’s now a lot more comfortable with it. He likes to say that you are a big part of that journey. You would simply tell him that the growth was his to make.
“You basically already live here,” you tell him. “It’s close to the train station and there’s that good Thai place across the road.”
“I’d love to move in with you,” he says softly, stroking your cheeks. He’s had an affinity for your cheeks since he first met you, poking at them teasingly and you would do the same in retaliation. Now, he can let his touches linger. “Really. I can get the rest of my things here by the end of the week.”
“It’s Wednesday.”
He smiles. “Exactly.”
You yawn again, your eyes squeezing closed so tightly that an unnecessary tear slips past the corner of your eye. Spencer wipes it away with his thumb before kissing your nose, relishing in the way you let out a breathless laugh.
“I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours.
You beam at him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”
***
“And it’s like, if you don’t want to get yelled at, don’t come late to every single shift that you have, y’know?” You complain from your bedroom, pushing your lashes upwards with the side of your finger. You’re leaning over your new white vanity, forgoing the chair, as you try to keep your lashes up. “I mean, I get that this is her first time doing work experience, but come on she isn’t nine. And get this, babe, she doesn’t even have a phone. She’s seventeen years old doing work experience and she doesn’t have a phone. I have to remind her of her shifts through her mother. Do you know how awkward that is?”
Spencer hums as he does up his tie, coming up from behind you and and glancing at you for a moment. “She doesn’t sound like someone who wants to be doing work experience, angel.”
“I swear she’s only doing this because it’s compulsory at her high school,” you lament, turning around to face him. “And she is so rude. You should have heard what she said to Veronica, Walter, it was insane. Like, she swore in front of a client. In front of a child.”
His nose scrunches up at your words, resting his hands on your waist and stroking up and down with his thumbs, feeling your curves through the pretty dress you picked out. “You should fire her.”
“Legally I cannot,” you say with a huff. “But I’m pretty sure she’s going to quit or something. ‘Ronica will let me know, and honestly, good riddance.”
He laughs as he kisses your forehead. “I don’t doubt it, angel.”
You smile at him, no longer disgruntled from your frustrating coworker. “You look really good,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
“You look exquisite,” is his quick response, continuing to stroke up and down along your sides. He kisses you slowly, one hand moving to cup your neck and holding you there. “Is this a new dress?”
“Got it for forty bucks,” you say with a grin. “This boutique was having a sale downtown. Guess how much this used to be.”
He laughs at your enthusiasm, kissing you again. “How much?”
“One hundred and twenty,” you say giddily as you straighten his tie. “That’s a steal, right? So I bought two more dresses the same price. That’s like, two free dresses, y’know? Girl maths.”
Spencer can’t help but smile as you tell him all about your shopping spree, his pointer finger dragging up and down your jaw. He doesn’t have the heart to correct you about the inaccuracies of whatever ‘girl maths’ is, instead choosing to nod along. “Yeah?”
You nod with a silly smile. “Yeah! And I figured that I might as well get JJ and Will’s wedding gift while I was out and I got these super cute wine glasses and–”
He cuts you off with a kiss, his fingers delving into your once neat updo, and his mouth pressing firmly against yours. In seconds he has you sat on the seat of your vanity and he leans down to kiss you harder.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against your lips, “so pretty.”
“You messed up my hair,” you scold half-heartedly, your fingers grazing against the collar of his shirt. “We’re gonna be late to the wedding.”
“It’s not our wedding,” he breathes, kissing you again and murmuring between them, “they’ll understand.”
You pull away, cheeks hot and lips swollen. “They’ll know.”
“Good.”
“Spencer!”
You arrive at Rossi’s mansion with five minutes to spare, guests already filing through the doors. From the corner of your eye, you spot Aaron and Emily speaking in one of the living rooms while JJ follows an older lady up the stairs holding a white dress in her arms. After placing the wedding gift on the table, you venture out into the garden where the tables are decorated with white lace tablecloths and the chairs have big satin ribbons on the backs of them. Cream and white roses are arranged elegantly on top of the tables and the fairy lights provide an even bigger sense of magic to the scene.
“The place looks amazing, David,” you praise, beaming at the older man. “Truly, it’s like something out of a fairytale.”
He chuckles as he holds a flute of champagne, gesturing to where Derek stands with Penelope. “I had some help. You’re taking care of yourself?”
“Of course,” you respond, waving to Derek who looks all too pleased to see you again. “It has been a really good couple of years.”
“You and Spencer have been together for, what, two and a half years?” He asks as he looks over to where Spencer is showing magic tricks to Henry.
“Sounds like a long time, huh?” You ask through a breathless laugh. “It’s been good.”
David smiles proudly at you, patting you on the shoulder. “I’m happy for the two of you. You’re like a daughter to me, you know that.”
“I know,” you respond, grinning. “Thank you.”
“Let me know when the big day happens,” he says with a wink. “It’ll save you from renting a venue.”
You only laugh and shake your head as you move to where Spencer is, ruffling his hair as Henry giggles loudly. Spencer lets out a shout in protest, swatting your hands away lightly before holding them in his own, bringing his lips to the back of it.
“Having fun?” You ask them, grinning at Henry who nods excitedly.
“Uncle Spencer showed me a magic trick!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together.
“Oh is that right?”
Spencer offers you a sheepish smile, twirling a penny around his fingers. “Do you want to see?”
He doesn’t give you much room to accept or deny the offer, holding the penny in his hands and showing it to both you and Henry.
“Behold,” he announces, “a normal penny. But this penny can travel through the astrological planes and dimensions. Watch closely.”
He holds the penny up to your face before snapping his fingers and, lo and behold, the penny was out of sight. He shows both his hands, front and back, a boyish smile on his face. Henry claps at the display, squealing and brushing his long hair away from his face.
“Where’d it go?” Henry asks, pouting.
Spencer beams at the enthusiasm and holds his hands out again. “Ah, now that is the tricky part. For that, I need an assistant… angel, do you mind?”
He holds you by the waist with left hand, kissing your cheeks before holding his right hand in front of your face. Henry shrieks at the display of affection, covering his eyes exaggeratedly. You laugh out of embarrassment, swatting at Spencer’s arms and rolling your eyes.
“Stop torturing the poor child,” you scold lightly, wiping away his sloppy kisses.
“Couldn’t help myself,” he dismisses, before waggling his fingers. “Now, to find that penny…”
He reaches up behind your ear, pinching at something, before revealing the penny in his pinched fingers. He watches as your eyes widen with surprise, his cheeks pinkening in delight.
“How did you do that?” You ask, grabbing the penny from his hand and turning it over in your fingers.
“He’s magic,” Henry provides helpfully, clapping his hands. “Just like Auntie Penelope! When I tell her about something, it magically shows up at my house in a big brown box!”
You laugh, not having the heart to inform him that Penelope is not magic; simply very good at spoiling the people she cares about. She has taken you on more than a few shopping sprees in hopes of spoiling her little godson, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the cute clothes and toys in the department stores. Recently, she’s been scouting out jewellery stores, going on and on about how difficult it is to find gifts for people. You had offered a few recommendations of your own, gesturing to the pretty rings and necklaces out on display, but she only dismissed your suggestions.
“Auntie Penelope is basically a fairy godmother,” you tell Henry in explanation, chuckling. “Like in Cinderella.”
“I love Cinderella,” Henry says, his eyes lighting up. “Uncle Spencer read it to me! He said that the original story is about Ash-poo-tell.”
“Ashputtel,” Spencer explains to you, “the original story.”
“Ah,” you nod in remembrance, recalling the grim details of the story. You ruffle Henry’s hair. “You can hear that story when you’re older.”
The rest of the wedding goes without a hitch. Drinks are handed out by the ushers Rossi hired, along with cute little hors d'oeuvres. The ceremony in itself is perfection; JJ and Will sharing a kiss after saying their vows, and Henry being the ring bearer. Spencer holds your hand the entirety of the celebrations, brushing his thumb up and down the back of your left palm, carefully tracing each knuckle.
As JJ and Will take to the dance floor, more and more couples join in. Derek and a very drunk Penelope join in with loud giggles, and Beth drags Hotch into the circle by the wrists. Spencer rests his hands on your waist as the two of you stand at the sidelines, watching with amused grins as Penelope trips over her own feet.
“Hey,” Spencer murmurs into your ear, pulling you closer. “What do you say we get away from the crowd?”
You jump on the opportunity, already picking up your purse. “Who are you and what have you done to Spencer Walter Reid?”
He rolls his eyes at you, shooting a quick message to the team’s group chat to let them know that you were making an early leave. “Very funny.”
“No, no, I’m serious! Do you need to see a doctor? Like, a medical one?” You ask with jest as he opens up the car door for you.
“Do you want me to change my mind?” He asks, laughing, before getting into the driver’s seat of the car. “I just thought that we could go somewhere. It’s not too late and if we hurry, I think we could catch the sunset.”
You smile innocently as he puts the car into drive, heading off to who knows where. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”
“Tell me again,” he prompts, resting his hand on the inside of your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” comes his immediate response, squeezing at the flesh of your thighs through your dress. A street sign passes overhead as he drives, reading the word ‘Anacostia’.
“We’re going to the Bridge Park?” You ask curiously, peering out the window.
He hums in affirmation. “I heard it’s pretty this time of day. I wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but I don’t know when we’ll have a case next so I figured that this would be the perfect time.”
After parking the car and locking it, Spencer takes your hand as you walk through the park. It’s a very popular area in Anacostia, the entire neighbourhood holding old historic buildings that have been refurbished.
You relish the feeling of the breeze in your hair, your cheeks turning rosy as the temperature begins to drop. You made it just in time for the sunset as it paints the park in oranges and a soft lavender haze, your skin flushing gold from the lighting. You commit the image to memory as you stare at the view, your dress fluttering around your legs from the wind.
In your distraction, you miss the way Spencer’s hand drops from yours, and you search through your purse for your phone. You click open the photo app, putting it onto the selfie setting as you turn to him.
“Walter, let’s take a–”
The words die at your tongue upon the sight before you. Spencer, in his once neat suit and tie and all his germaphobic tendencies kneeling on the cold concrete, holding a velvet ring box in his hand. The box looks comically small in his palms as he looks up at you, his eyes glossed over and a tearful smile on his face.
“Hi, angel,” he says softly, his voice cracking at the last syllable.
“What’re you doing?” You ask, even though you know exactly what is going on. Blood rushes to your ears and you sniffle. “Spencer, your pants–”
“I love you,” he says firmly, the box in his hands quivering as his hands shake. His palms are sweaty and he swallows the nerves down his throat. “I love you. I’m not– I’m not good with words or with expressing how I feel but I know one thing for certain: I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He chokes out a quiet laugh as you take a step closer to him, wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I had a speech prepared and everything,” he says, embracing the feel of your warm hands on his cheeks. “I can’t even remember what I was going to say.”
“It’s okay,” you murmur, crouching down so that you are eye level with him. “It’s okay, Walter.”
“No, I–” he swallows the lump in his throat and wets his bottom lip. “Love in the English dictionary covers a multitude of feelings. You can love doing something, or love a specific food, or love an object. In other languages, there are different words for different types of love and I think… I think that they got it right. There are a million untranslatable words that all mean love but I think the one that expresses how I feel about you would be the Chinese phrase ‘yuan fen’. It means that two people were… predestined to be together and I think– I know that we were meant to be.”
He sucks in a breath after his rant, smiling up at you. “Will you marry me?”
Tears slip from your eyes as you nod, pulling him up from the cold musty ground. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Spencer exhales, his arms looping around your waist. His nose burrows into the side of your neck and you can feel the hot tears against your skin.
“Thank God,” he breathes, moving his head to kiss your cheeks. “I love you.”
“I love you,” you respond, hugging him tight. “Was there ever any doubt?”
He laughs a little, shaking his head as he fumbles with the velvet box, slipping the ring onto your left ring finger. “No. Never.”
Spencer brushes a strand of your hair away from your face before kissing you slowly, the light from the sun finally going down. As you pull away, the speakers overhead come to life with the announcer clearing his throat.
“Unfortunately, due to the predicted rain that will be coming shortly, the fireworks show will be rescheduled. We apologise for this inconvenience.”
You peer up at Spencer curiously who looked more than disappointed. “Fireworks show?”
“That was the plan,” he says with a small frown. “I’m sorry, angel.”
There’s a crash of thunder and before you know it, small droplets of water begin to fall from the sky. Spencer immediately covers your head with his jacket, pulling you over to the car.
“Wait, wait–” you laugh, resisting his efforts. “Walter, wait!”
“I’m not letting you get sick,” he scolds lightly, his curls sticking to his forehead from the rain.
You laugh again, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, we don’t have a pool but… rain works too, right?”
“You’re insane,” he says, his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re crazy.”
A teasing grin makes its way onto your face as you waggle your fingers in front of him. “Yeah, well, you’re marrying crazy.”
“No regrets,” he responds, before pressing his lips to yours.
In that moment, as he kisses you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, you could have sworn that you felt sparks fly.
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Call It What You Want, Steve Harrington
Summary: Going to a party at your bully's house had to be your worst nightmare come true. But you know what they say; don't get over someone, get under them.
Warnings: SMUT! slow burn filth. I need a hot shower level. breeding kink if you squint. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) fem!reader :)
NOTE: some characters have been aged up, like chrissy, so that everyone is in senior year at the same time :)
Word Count: 5.9K
You loved a party. Couldn't get enough of the heat of a group of people, the roar of laughter overlapping with the excited chatter of friends reuniting. The inevitable crash of dropped glass making the whole crowd hush before resuming their nestled talk. You were, in every sense of the word, a party girl. But that wasn't always the case.
Before this year - your senior year at Hawkins High- you'd been riding the coat tails of your childhood best friend, Nancy Wheeler, all throughout your school life. You were the sad little puppy that followed her around, but Nance never minded. She was always happy to have you by her side, or just behind her. Everywhere she went, you were there a few seconds later. That was until she started hanging out with, and later dating your sworn enemy.
Steve Harrington.
The guy had tormented you since middle school, along with his minions Tommy and Carol. The two of you used to make fun of people like them, stuck up and out of touch, and then she became one of them. Just like that. You could tell she felt guilty, by the way she would send you a furrowed glance at lunch as if to say 'I'm sorry, I have to!', like she had no control over who she surrounded herself with. As if she had no choice but to curl up beside the guy that broke your elbow in seventh grade.
Like she couldn't help but fall into the arms of the guy that had made your life a living hell for more than six years.
You still occasionally spoke to Nancy. After all, you lived across from one another, and thus had to see each other at some points. She would sometimes invite you to study, but you had started to make excuses after you had seen Harrington climb the garage roof and into her window, not liking the thought of his impulsive tendency for a romantic rendezvous interrupting a study session whilst you were there. You didn't want to put Nacy through the grief.
Your 'Lost Lamb' persona left you the moment you started hanging out with someone you never thought you'd consider a friend in your wildest dreams, or nightmares, Chrissy Cunningham. Expecting her to be a total Queen Bee, she was nothing of the sort. She was warm and kind and sisterly, all the things you missed from your friendship with Nancy. She sat with you at lunch, went to the movies with you, and eventually secured you a seat at the table with the rest of the cheerleaders, their boyfriends and the rest of their gang. They welcomed you with unexpected sincerity, and that was that.
You started going to house parties on Saturdays, diners on Wednesday nights with the girls, study sessions with some of the basketball team that couldn't quite pass a class or two. People waved at you in the halls, remembering your name for once. You and Chrissy would have sleep overs, and you felt the hole in your heart that Nancy left slowly start to heal. More or less.
But then you got that stupid invite.
"Gotcha!" Chrissy closed your locker door, scaring you senseless.
"Jesus, Chris!" you stacked your books in your arms. She was smiling wide, as always, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What?" you said, a raised brow and half a smirk making its way across your lips.
"Before you say anything, just let me talk," she made tiny praying hands to her chest, puppy dog eyes gleaming. "Promise?"
"Okay," you sighed.
"There's a party this weekend, and we're all going, and we all really want you to come." You looked at her with raised brows, as if to say 'go on?'. "It's Steve Harrington's party."
You'd managed to avoid almost every one of Harrington's parties with some believable, and some not so believable, excuses in the past year since your surge in popularity. "I don't know, Chris, I'm so busy with college applications this weekend-"
"Who needs them!" she cried, "We all know you're gonna get into Yale or Hardvard or Brown or whichever super crazy smart college you want to go to." She grabbed your hand, swaying it back and forth, like a child begging their mother for a candy bar at the grocery store. "Pretty please?" she did the puppy eyes again, knowing it would sway you to agree.
"Fine."
"Yay! I'll come to your house at nine tomorrow to get you!"
And that's how you found yourself in your old bullies house, red solo cup in hand, full of whatever lethal punch one of the football players had concocted. Already tipsy, lingering by the kitchen so that the constant stream of drinks wouldn't slow. Bodies moved ungracefully around you, shimmying and shoving through to the living room or to the ruckus of the back yard where people were throwing each other into Steve Harrington's large pool. You sipped on your drink thoughtfully, feeling the confidence built over the last year slip away from you as you returned to your old wallflower state.
"Why are you hiding in here, silly?" Chrissy came to your side, the shimmery pink eyeshadow on her lids making her green eyes luminous in the low light of the kitchen. "The gang's all next door, come on!" She grabbed your hand with surprising strength, dragging you into the large living room. Deep sofas lined the walls, each with a basketball player and their girlfriends curled up on one. On the one furthest from you, was Nancy and Steve. Next to them, Tommy and Carol. It made your stomach turn to see her with him. You avoided her persistent gaze. But Harrington's gaze, raking you in and eyes darting up and down, was harder to lose. He stared at you adamantly.
When the buzz of chatter died down, a few of the basketball players and their girlfriends left to find more entertaining activities, it was just a handful of people left in the living room. Including you, Nance and Steve. Tommy had the glint of wicked amusement in his eyes, and it made you uncomfortable. "I know what we should do," he said, eyes falling to you. "Let's play a little game." Carol perked up beside him, as if their minds were connected in some twisted way. "Yeah, let's do something fun."
"Games, come on guys," Jason, Chrissy's boyfriend, spoke up. "We're not in middle school anymore." Carol got her own wicked smile.
"Oh, certainly not." her eyes fell on you , analysing how your style had changed. You were wearing dark make up, smoking out your eyes and giving them an alluring pull. You showed off skin, knew how to present yourself. Her eyes narrowed, her smile a venomous sneer. "No, if this were middle school, I wouldn't be caught dead at a party with her."
You simply cocked your head to the side, giving carol a tight lipped sarcastic smile. Inside, you felt thirteen again. Instinctively, you grabbed your elbow, as if you could feel the pain of the break there now. Tommy barked out a laugh at Carol's comment. "Yeah, who knew the black sheep would turn into a black swan, huh?"
You felt gross as he raked his eyes over you, unashamed as he stared at the place where the hem of your dress ended.
"Fuck off, Tommy." you retorted, voice calm but heart racing a million miles a minute behind your ribcage. You felt like you were a lamb on a platter for the lions, ready for the slaughter.
"She speaks!" Carol squawked. Next to them on the couch, Nancy squirmed. Never one for confrontation, she excused herself to grab a drink. You caught her eye as she left. She looked guilty. You wanted to follow her, grab her by the shoulders and tell her to wake up. Tell her that her friends, and her boyfriend, were assholes. But she never listened before. She just couldn't admit it to herself.
"Been a while since we've seen you, babe. Where've you been hiding those legs, huh?" Carol smacked her gum as she spoke, obnoxious and loud.
"I found some better people to hang out with." Beside you, Chrissy stuck her arm over your shoulder. Her face was hard. It made her look older, the serious glare that she was sending Carol. Carol sneered at her, and the expression aged her terribly.
Steve caught your eye, shifted hard away from Tommy. He was gripping his beer with a tight knuckled grip. His eyes slithered down your neck, over your chest, and landed similarly to Tommy's. You grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked downward.
"One of the cool kids now, are you? Not following Wheeler around like a dog anymore?" Tommy took a long sip of his beer.
"We drifted apart." you said simply.
"Oh yeah? Since when?" Carol chimed in again and you felt your blood boil beneath your skin. Steve continued his obvious oggling.
"Since she traded her spine for a shiny new basketball player"
Nancy stood by the door, drink in hand. Her eyes were wide, like a deer in headlights. The whole group erupted into astonished laughter, Chrissy struggling to hold back as she clutched her stomach. Steve glared at the floor, as if willing it to say a comeback that would sting you back. Nancy sat down beside him, silent.
"Woah, you gonna take that Wheeler?" Carol guffawed.
She remained silent as a mouse at Steve's side.
"Nance was never one for speaking up anyway. "
You grabbed your cup and flittered out of the living room, the atmosphere suffocating you. You needed another drink, a cigarette, and some alone time. Drink secured, and obscenely strong, you crept up the stairs to the second floor. Once you found a room that didn't stink of puke or had two people sucking face in, an ensuite bathroom, you locked the door and sat in the tub.
Shutting the shower curtain, doc martens resting on the taps, you lit your cigarette. You still couldn't believe you were in Steve Harrington's house - let alone one of his bathtubs - after everything that went down all those years. Yet there you were. Nancy lost to the dark side, you in with the cool kids. Your middle school self wouldn't believe it. You rested your eyes for a moment, breathing in the smoke and taking gentle sips of your drink.
Your thoughts were interrupted by muffled yelling in the next room. You stubbed out your cigarette, trying to get out of the tub as quietly as possible, when you heard your name. It was Steve and Nancy, and they were fighting. About you.
"Why are you bringing this up now?" Steve said, exasperated.
"You guys were awful to her, Steve!"
"Yeah, like you did anything about it, huh Nance?"
You recoiled back into the tub, feeling invasive but caring more about what Nancy had to say for herself than your moral compass. It was a years' worth of pain cementing your form in the tub, ear preened toward the doorway.
"You tormented her!"
"And you watched! If anything, that's worse!"
"How is that worse than what you, YOU, did to her Steve?!
There was a pause. You could imagine Nancy's face; pouted lips, furrowed brow, cheeks blotchy from an ill-fated attempt to hold back her angry tears. Steve laughed humourlessly. It was a cutting sound, and you could hear Nancy take deep breaths.
"What we did, sure, it was stupid. Do I regret it? Of course, we never meant to get her hurt back then."
"You're still awful to her!"
"And there's the kicker," Steve chuckled darkly. "She always stuck up for herself. That's why we did it, we knew she'd give us some fun." There was a long moment where no one spoke. "You never stood up for her once, Nancy."
His words hung in the air like smoke, seeping into your clothes and clogging your throat.
"You never defended her, then or now."
Nancy was flustered, stuttering over her words.
"You never stood up for your best friend? Thats...awful, Nance."
You could hear as Nancy struggled to find a defence, as she used to with you. She would blubber to you, relaying how guilty she felt with enough tears that you eventually ended up comforting her, forgetting that you'd even come to her for help.
"Fuck you, Steve." You could hear as she grabbed her things, storming out of the room with vibrant language. The loud declaration that "it was fucking over" made a laugh - vindictive and partly delighted - rise in your chest.
You smacked a hand over your mouth in realisation. Your movements froze, fear jolting through your bones as you heard Steve pattering about the next room. His movements stopped abruptly as your foot knocked a bottle of shampoo off the edge of the tub.
In a split second - idiotic- decision, you decide to make a run for it. You rip back the curtain, jumping to the floor and striding for the door, the door you had so stupidly locked. A warm hand grabbed your wrist in a vice like grip.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
His voice was low, deep. It echoed in your chest. It made your heart thump. It made your blood boil.
"Get your hand off me." you seethed. His grip remained, making the skin of your wrist tingle. His touch was firm yet feather light. Unwilling to let you go, but not trying to hurt you. When his hand remained unmoving, you struggled against his grasp. "Get off, Steve."
He was leaning over you, shoulder blocking the door. He hovered above you, taunting, as he looked you over again. His gaze was relentless, inescapable. Confusing.
"Let go, Steve." You sighed out, defeated and embarrassed as he held you in place. You felt unnervingly calm. Strangely glued to the floor under his honey brown eyes as they bored into your own. You wanted nothing more than to move your feet - maybe stomp on his own so he would release the grip on your hand- and get out of the claustrophobic bathroom. You risked a glance up at the boy.
Christ.
Steve was never unattractive. Never had an awkward phase. He was always tall, athletic and tanned. Your hatred for the boy hadn't blinded you to the painfully obvious. But in the dim green light of the bathroom, shadows accentuating sharp cheekbones and jawline, you saw it. Saw it as the other girls did. Steve Harrington was gorgeous. He was painfully attractive, in every sense of the word. From the symmetrical lines of his cupids bow to the dark lashes framing honey eyes, he was hypnotic. And he had you completely under his spell.
"How much of that did you hear?"
His voice was aggravatingly quiet, gentle. Intoxicating. There was a gap between the two of you, small enough that you could feel the warmth of Steve's breath on your cheek as he spoke. You felt like a child being scolded by a parent, guilt driving you to complete honesty. It was the same tone that would make you confess to a teacher, had the same soft lilt.
"Enough." You replied, and your voice was hoarse. Rough, like you needed water desperately. You did, you felt as though your throat was bone dry. "Enough to hear you chew out Nancy."
Steve's eyes were inexplicably soft as he looked at you, and at the mention of Nancy they hardened almost imperceptibly. "Yeah, well," he sighed, languid and frustrated, "that was gonna happen, no matter if it was about you or not." When you raised as brow - both in shock at his willingness to detail the state of his relationship, and as a sign to continue- he went on. "All we do is fight."
"Hmm."
""What?"
"Karma came and bit you both in the ass."
The look Steve gave you made you feel bad for saying it, but it was overruled by the vindictive joy you felt at hurting his feelings. The way he backed up slightly, as if he'd not expected you to say something, made your heart jolt a bit. He'd been so awful to you for so long that the knowledge of his relationship being far from perfect made a smile creep its way across your lips.
Steve huffed, frustrated again.
"You are incredibly hard to understand." He said, the same sickeningly sweet voice at play. "You're very different...to how you used to be."
"You mean I'm not a loser anymore?" You quirked a brow.
"You were never a loser," he stepped closer to you, hand still on yours. "You were just...," he trailed off. His gaze was unashamed, staring straight down at your lips as he spoke. "Different."
'What a crock of shit,' you thought. This coming from the guy that bullied you all throughout middle school, even through high school. it was the biggest load of bullshit you'd ever heard. But your ears rang with the rush of blood behind your ears as your heart hammered inside your chest. Steve Harrington was a flirt, and a good one. You were experiencing his best lines. And they were working.
"Different?" there was hardly any space between the two of you now, Steve's lips brushing over yours as he shifted. You didn't stop him when his hand brushed your sides.
"Yeah," the hand that had been holding your wrist against the doorknob came up to cup your cheek. Steve's top lip was on yours as he spoke, "different."
The two of you crashed together with teeth and lips, a brawl of desperate hands and angry grudges. Fingers tangled in hair immediately, tugging and scratching. Steve tasted of smoke, beer and something innately Boyish. His hands settled at your waist, grasping the fabric of your dress there. His lips were pillowy and soft, addictive. You suddenly understood why Nancy put up with it; kissing Steve Harrington was like having your own personal drug. The kiss deepened as you shifted heads, turning for better angles and access.
Steve groaned as his tongue slid across yours, and the way he so clearly enjoyed the kiss made you feel powerful. He backed you up against the bathroom counter. "Jump," he whispered, your bottom lip between his teeth as he nipped the skin there. You did as he said, his voice husky and hypnotic, and he lifted you to rest on the sink. Legs parted, Steve rested between your open knees. One hand resting there, one working on shrugging you out of the jacket that clung to your shoulders. He pulled away from you, an amused smirk on his face as you whined, to rip the jacket away. Shoulders and neck exposed, Steve got to work on the skin there.
You were suddenly way more aware of what you were doing.
"You better not leave a mark, Harrington." you panted out, as Steve nipped a particularly sweet spot just below your ear. He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine.
"Why?" he asked, smug lilt to his words. "Afraid of people knowing?"
"More ashamed than afraid," you said, choking on your words as Steve nipped at the skin of your throat. "Can't have people thinking just anyone can have me."
Steve pulled back, and god you melted right there. Hair a mess, eyes blown wide, and lips swollen. It was a glorious sight. "And I'm just anyone?" He was smug, overconfident. Irritatingly attractive.
"Yeah," you gripped the belt loops of his jeans, yanking forward. The bewildered look on his face made you grin. "so this stays between us."
"Aye aye, Captain."
And off you went again, lips colliding in heated snarls. There was a primal anger behind it, driving you into his strong arms as he encased you. Was this self sabotage? Maybe so, but it was the hottest thing you'd ever experienced. Steve's nimble fingers caressed their way up your back, finding the straps of your bra with ease. He snapped one against your shoulder, making you yelp and using the sound to slip his tongue back into your mouth. If it didn't make your bones feel like jelly, you would have chastised him for the cheap move. Carnal desire taking over your mind, you let your cold hands scrape up his chest, lifting the hem of his shirt to graze his stomach.
He tensed up at the touch, a stuttered breath fanning your face as he sighed. His two hands landed firm on your knees, creeping up your legs and stopping as he stroked your inner thigh with his forefingers.
"Permission to come aboard?"
You nodded, arousal coursing through you like a stake to the heart.
"Words, please...Captain."
"You find yourself funny, don't you?"
"Very." His fingers were so close yet so far from where you wanted them. "Do you want to?"
"Yes, I do."
"There we go."
He kissed you again, this time slow. It was harder than before, and as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, Steve slipped your underwear down your legs. He groaned into the kiss as he felt you, excitement clear by the wet patch on your panties. "God, you're wet."
You should have been embarrassed. You should have pulled your panties off the floor and run out of the house and all the way home without looking back. But you were putty in his hands as Steve slipped a finger inside of you, hooking upwards and finding that special spot almost immediately. A high pitched whine - one that shocked even you- made its way out of your mouth, muffled as you buried your head in Steve's neck as he set a slow pace. "What a pretty sound," he groaned, catching your face in his hand as you threw it back against the mirror. "You gonna keep making 'em like that?"
You nodded, breathless, and then he was out of your sight.
Steve kissed down your chest, shoving your dress over your stomach and kissing the skin as he went down. His fingers intwined with yours as they gripped the marble counter. You sat up to catch his eye, and what a pretty sight it was. Steve Harrington, pupils dilated with lust, with his head between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, and you mewled; so close yet so far.
"Please," you moaned. Embarrassment crept up on you, and you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. "God, please Steve."
Steve dug his fingers into the skin of your thighs, toying with them. He kissed his way to your knees, enjoying the sight before him as you writhed about. "Please what?" he said, and had you not been desperate for him to bury his head between your legs you would have kicked him. He grinned as you fought the urge to beg. "What do you want?" He left surprisingly tender pecks to your knee.
"I want you."
"Where do you want me?" he was taking his time with you, partly for himself - savouring the moment, rejoicing in the way you fell apart before him- and partly to tease you into insanity.
"Jesus Christ," you groaned as he nipped the supple skin of your thighs.
"Steve is just fine." He laughed, putting you out of your misery as he licked one broad stripe up your centre. It was the stupidest, most reckless thing you could be doing, which made it even hotter as Steve hooked his hands under your hips, holding you on top of the counter as your legs wrapped round his head and your hands wove themselves into his hair. Almost immediately you understood Steve's reputation, and you felt a pang of possessiveness as his lips encased your clit, humming as he went. Your back arched off the tiles, mouth agape in a silent 'O' shape. Harrington knew what he was doing, that much was clear as your first orgasm crept up on you.
You could hardly muster words, the only sound in the jade coloured bathroom being the obscene wet sounds and your whimpers as Steve continued to ruin you on the counter. "I'm gonna - oh shit, Steve." The way you moaned his name - like it was the only one you knew, the only one that mattered- made Steve's jeans feel impossibly tight, palming himself for something, anything to relieve himself. He was just as desperate, just as wanting, as you were - if not more. The thought of what was to come made you clench around Steve's fingers, exploding in a white hot scream on his tongue. You fell back against the mirror, hairs sticking to the sides of your face, cheeks flushed with both heat and bashfulness. Steve crept up your stomach again, stealing a kiss when he made it to your lips.
You could taste yourself as he kissed you, slow and deep. His hands swiped the hair from your face, in a gesture entirely too sweet for a boy that had just ravaged you in his bathroom. It bothered you. That wasn't part of the interaction - there was no sweetness involved. It almost took you out of the moment, but as your hips bucked into Steve's, and he let out a strangled groan, the moment was saved. As his lips found purchase on your collarbones, your hands made work of unbuttoning his shirt - purposefully slow, you enjoyed watching his stomach tense as you grazed it. The sharp intake of breath as you began unbuckling his belt made you feel powerful, made your stomach do flips. "Here?" you asked, kissing down his neck to the space where it met his shoulders, "or somewhere else?"
Steve's eyes lit up like a christmas tree at the prospect that this - whatever this was- wasn't over just yet. He gripped your hands on his belt buckle. "Not here." With little effort, he hoisted you over his shoulder - much to your shock and dismay. You swatted his back but couldn't help the swell of arousal as his arm tightened round your waist. He set you down on the edge of the bed, standing in front of you with one hand on your cheek. In the dim light of his bedroom, Steve Harrington was devastatingly handsome. The soft glow of peaches and oranges made his eyes a molten chocolate, skin peppered with a red hue from...exertion.
"It's rude to stare." he said, voice void of the smugness from before. It made your ribcage rattle, heart thudding with the weight of his stare. It felt like he was looking at your soul, and it made you shiver. The boy who'd tormented you for years, was seeing you. Staring right back at him, your hands made their way to his belt loops. It was your turn to make him writhe a bit.
"Can't help it," you said, voice all airy and entirely foreign to your ears. It dripped with a lust, husky and soft. "You're somewhat of a looker."
You ripped his jeans open, nimble hands ridding him of the garment in seconds. As you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, his hand stopping you. "As amazing as that would be," he said regrettably, "if I don't get you on that bed, I think I may lose my mind." He said it so breathlessly that it made your thighs clench together. He wanted you so badly. You cocked your head to the side, half playful and half serious as you said, "Do something about it then."
Steve didn't need to be told twice. He dove into you, hand steadying your head as your lips locked together - an irritatingly perfect puzzle piece finding another. You were a tangle of legs, arms, and lips as the two of you buried yourselves in Steve Harrington's bed, ridding each other of the clothes that stopped your from touching one another completely. His knee found its home between you, shifting your legs apart to make room for hips. You were encased in Steve; his scent, the feel of his lips on your skin, his legs locking yours in place. His hips rocking into yours as he kissed your neck with sinful skill.
Your hands grew restless, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck as if he would understand the morse code in the pulling. "Steve," you groaned as he knocked his hips into yours, "please."
You were begging, and you were embarrassed. You couldn't bring yourself to say the words- couldn't stand the thought of asking your middle school bully to fuck you in his bed at his own party. But the boy had other ideas.
"Say it." he toyed with your clit, thumbing it as you whined. When you stayed silent, he pinched one of your nipples between his fingers. he smirked at how quickly they puckered underneath him. "Say you want me."
Your cheeks burned with shame. You couldn't - wouldn't- beg him.
He hovered over you, hands either side of your head, nose brushing yours. You could feel the ghost of his lips over your own. His hand came to rest on your chin, thumb sliding over your lip, tugging it down and letting it slide back. "Open."
You did as he said, opening your mouth wide enough for Steve to slide his thumb into your mouth, a teasing smile on his face as you swirled your tongue around it. "Say you want me to fuck you." He pulled his thumb out of your mouth slowly, grinning as it made a satisfying pop. He leaned down to the shell of your ear. "Tell me you want me to ruin you," he whispered.
The burn in the pit of your stomach raged as Steve kissed the hollow of your throat, waiting for you to speak. Your breath was shallow, eyes closed as you whispered into the air, hoping the buzz of the party below would swallow your words.
"I want you to ruin me."
Steve grinned, wolfish and smug, as he lined himself up with you, locking eyes with you as he pushed himself in. You knew you were gone when he moaned your name like a prayer, said it like it was the cure to his troubles. Like you were something to treasure. One strong arm gripped the headboard as he panted. "God," he grunted out, "you feel incredible."
There was something electric about hearing praise from the boy that tormented you for years, something wickedly delightful about watching his mouth hang open with pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. You clenched around him, desperate for any friction to satisfy the burning between your legs. "Can I move?" he groaned.
"Yes, please."
In public, Steve was an athlete. Behind closed doors, under the sheets, he was an Olympian. He set a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, deeper inside of you every time. The sounds of the party- the drunken teens stumbling, the music blaring- were drowned out by the slapping of skin on skin, of your whines and Steve Harrington's moans as you fell apart beneath him.
"Shitshitshit- man, you're amazing." he moaned as he rutted into you. You were frozen in pleasure, mouth open from silent screams of pleasure. You bit your lip, so hard you would have tasted blood had Steve not being everything you felt in that moment. "Oh, fuck," you groaned at a particularly deep thrust, "I'm s-so close."
"Me too," Steve whimpered, and you were sure it was the hottest thing you'd ever heard. "Where should I-"
"I'm on the pill." you sputtered out.
Steve's eyes darkened, delighted at the permission, determined to get you to your peak before he fell apart himself. "Yeah? You gonna let me come inside?" His hand reached between your conjoined bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Gonna come for me?"
Your back arched off the mattress, the coil in your stomach snapping at the same time Steve collapsed on top of you, his stuttering as he came. You both panted, recovering from the exertion. Rolling over onto his back, you and Steve stared at the ceiling, the weight of what you had done sinking in.
It was wrong, so wrong. He'd just broken up with Nancy, seconds before you let him crawl between your legs. You would have felt terrible, like you'd betrayed her, had it not been so good.
You would have felt guilty, had you not felt the shake of your legs still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.
Steve turned his head to face you. You turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry about how I treated you, before."
You snorted.
"You don't have to apologise just because we had sex, Steve." The ridiculousness of it made you laugh. "Thanks, though." You were both silent for a while, just laying there. You tried spying your clothes across the room. "Where's my underwear?"
"Oh," Steve mumbled, getting up from the bed and into the bathroom. You couldn't help but stare at his retreating form, back muscles flexing as he stretched. You did the same, a soreness washing over you. Steam filled the bathroom, the sound of the shower running loud against the dying party below. Steve returned in his jeans, smirking as pulled your lavender lace panties from the back pocket, tossing them at you. You caught them with one hand.
"Perv," you said, sliding them back up your legs. Steve smiled from the bathroom doorway. He was looking at you that way again. It made your stomach uneasy. "What?" you said.
"You can, uh, clean up here. If you want." He scratched the back of his neck. He gestured to the shower. You stomach flipped again. You rose from the bed, using the sheet to cover your chest. You stopped in front of Steve, who was struggling not to look down at your loosely covered front.
"This is not a thing, okay?" you said slowly, as if saying the words aloud would make them true. As if hearing them from your own lips would stop the way your lips yearned for Steve's the second they left your own. "This goes nowhere else."
Steve nodded, mockingly serious.
"Aye aye, Captain."
He grabbed your hand, making you drop the sheet, and led you into the steam filled bathroom. You let him wash your skin, all soap and too much affection given who he was to you. You didn't stop him when he kissed below your eye, on your nose, or when he placed an all too tender kiss on your lips for just a second. But it was long enough. You let him wrap you in a towel, drying you with gentle hands. You didn't object when he dressed you in his old basketball shorts and a tattered sweatshirt. You let him tuck you under his sheets, didn't flinch away when he tucked your hair behind your ear.
You let him wrap his arm over your waist when he returned, having kicked the last stragglers out of the house. You let yourself fall asleep in his bed, warm and soft and all too inviting, much like its inhabitant.
What you wouldn't do was let yourself fall for this, you thought. You wouldn't fall for Steve Harrington. Wouldn't fall for his moves, his overused lines. Wouldn't get wrapped up with the wrong guy.
But as morning came, and you turned to see Steve already looking at you, that look on his face, you thought that maybe it was too late. And by the looks of Steve Harrington, it was too late for him as well.
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Masterlist
A/N: collection of stuff I’ve written. I also don’t know what a word count is, so heads up!
Requests: Open
Current request list: 11
Fluff: 🍦
Angst: 🗡️
Personal favorite: 🛼
Smut: 🎃
REQUESTING
I will write smut, it just depends on what it is and if I’m comfortable with writing it
I will write romantic or platonic
I write for fem and gender neutral readers
I won’t write for male readers
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Wednesday Addams
Luminous Waters 🍦
You drag your girlfriend Wednesday to a beautiful pond that you discovered and enjoy the stars together. (3.1K words)
Exile 🗡️🗡️🛼
you and Wednesday were best friends when you were kids, but after Nero’s death, she became cold and distant, and your former friendship turned into a rivalry. Ten years after your friendship ended, unusual circumstances force you two back together. (12.3K words)
Like Real People Do 🍦
Wednesday has been running through your mind, plaguing your every thought. So when you go out one night to get a grasp on these thoughts, you run into the Addams, who was suffering from thoughts about you. (2.3K words)
To Be Alone
Being alone was something special to Wednesday, but being alone with you was sacred. And she refused to share you with anyone else, even if that meant owning up to her feelings (2.7K words)
Tara Carpenter
Devil in the Details 🗡️🗡️🛼
Tara accidentally runs into on campus, and she’s immediately enchanted by you and asks you for help. You give her the wrong advice and she holds it against you. (12K words)
Himbo Next Door 🍦
you met Tara in the elevator your apartment and you two awkwardly hit it off. You begin to form a situationship with her, but Sam disapproves of you. (5.5K words)
Jenna Ortega
Drafting it up…
Sam Carpenter
No Hard Feelings 🗡️🍦🛼 pt 2 🍦🗡️ pt 3 🍦
Tara makes plans with you to go to dinner and watch a movie, but she forgets and can’t go. So she sends Sam in her place (17.1K total words)
Umbrella Paradox 🍦 Pt 2 🍦🍦
When visiting a local cafe shop late one night, you meet the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, but you get off on the wrong foot. (12.9K total words)
Sweat and Serendipity 🍦
While working out at your local gym, you run into someone you haven’t seen before. (4.9K words)
Wildest Dreams 🗡️🍦🛼
you are helplessly head over heels for Sam, even though she despises you. But your relationship with her changes when you get in a lightly physical altercation with her.(6.3K words)
Would that I 🗡️
You accidentally ran into someone at a frat party, and she quickly became your best friend. But you fell for her sister, who wouldn’t even give you the time of the day (this is a shitty description) (6.8K words)
Talk 🎃🍦
Sam was never used to being treated with tenderness, but she loved the way you treated her like she was the most fragile thing you ever held. She craved your soft kisses, and she needed you (1.38K words)
Say Yes to Heaven 🗡️🗡️🍦🛼
It was never Sam’s intention to fall in love with you, but after countless nights tangled up in sheets together, she fell for you. But her love came with consequences, and she knew she could never provide you with the life you needed. So she broke up her arrangement with you, breaking your heart in the process as well. (11.8K words)
Happiness is a Butterfly 🗡️🍦
the plan was to tell you at some point, but Sam didn’t know how. Only when you find out by accident about your girlfriend’s activities, does Sam realize the consequences of continuing her father’s legacy. (9.9K words)
Cinnamon Girl 🍦🛼
Getting a dog wasn’t the best idea, but Sam grew to love the fur ball when she found out you were the dog’s vet. (8.6K words)
Jeans 🎃🍦
It had been too long since you had Sam, and you desperately needed her. (1.3K words)
We fell in love in October 🍦
Late night talks with Sam were always your favorite, especially on the roof while you two admired the sky together. (3.0K words)
Comfort Holds 🍦
A long day at work leads the best kind of de-stressing at home: Sam holding you. (1.7k words)
Wish I Knew You 🍦
Unofficial meant many things to people, but to college students it meant one thing: party. But unofficial takes a turn when you get into a fight, and Sam has to walk you home. (3.5K words)
Night Shift 🗡️🍦
Sam blamed you for the 2022 attacks, she blamed you for everything. But guilt drives people into blindness, and Sam eventually finds herself seeking your comfort. (18.0 words)
Smut Headcanons
Natasha Romanoff
Clean 🍦🍦
when Natasha comes back hurt from a mission, she lets you clean her wounds. (3.6K words)
Wanda Maximoff
Champagne Problems 🗡️🍦
You were going to propose to Wanda, but a stupid argument ruined your night, and maybe even your relationship. Can you fix it before it’s too late? (3.8K words)
#Wednesday Addams x reader#sam carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x reader#jenna ortega x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#wanda maximoff x reader
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the eras - masterlist
Twenty two stories inspired by the lyrics from all Taylor Swift albums.
drivers: mv1, dr3, ln4, sv5, pg10, fa14, cl16, aa23, eo31, lh44, ms47, cs55, gr63, op81.
note/warnings: english is not my native language, so there will probably be some spellings mistakes, even though i will try to have as least as possible. Also, you can request from any of drivers above with whatever songs you want that has not been asigned to a driver, if the song is followed by three dots then you can leave a request for that song. Please read the specific warnings for each story as there will probably be some angst and some topics you may not be comfortable reading :)
PS: I will also be posting other stories and social media Au's and if you want to request for any other song for taylor or any type of Au/imagine freely do so. :)
If you want to get tagged on the next stories just leave a comment and I will do it
Teardrops on my Guitar | pg10
They had been friends for years, her always yearning for him to look at her like she did just once but he never did and she wishes that the girl he loves can adore him like she does.
Tim Mcgraw | ...
"And i was right there beside him all summer long. And then the time i woke up to find that summer gone"
Superstar | ms47 (2.4k words)
Where two young kids fall in love but the world one of them is involved in seems to be against their happiness.
The Way I Loved You | ... & ...
"And he says, you look beautiful tonight, and I feel perfectly fine. But i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"
Enchanted | cs55
At one of those fancy parties they met, those where she had to be introduced to everybody with a shaking hand or a nod. But she left with a tingling sensation and the need to know more about him.
Back to December | dr3 (soon to be made a series)
She knew that if she could go back in time she would re do everything a do it right this time. But she can't and now she only has those memories left.
Begin Again | pg10 (2.0k words)
All the love she ever knew was one that hurted and burned but at a Parisian coffe shop on a wednesday she realized that maybe that was not all that love had to offer.
Stay, Stay, Stay | mv1 (requested)
"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me, but ypu carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing"
You Are in Love | ln4
Best friends, that's what they called each other, even with the dances and pictures in offices they still called each other that. But a drunk call on a late night might change everything.
Wildest Dreams | sv5 (requested)
"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down.
Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories. Follow you around"
How You Get The Girl | ln4 (requested)
After months of back and forths and unofficial relationships he finds himself infront of her house completely soaked but with the intention to work things out
Style | ...
"And when we go crushing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of time"
New Years Day | lh44 (requested)
"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes
I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"
Gorgeous | ms47
He can't quite understand what he's done to her as she seems to despise him so much, if he only knew the reason why.
I Think He Knows | ln4 (requested)
"Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive. So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark. Where we gonna go? I think he knows"
Cornelia Street | lh44 (requested)
"Windows swung right open, autumn air
Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours
We bless the rains on Cornelia Street
Memorize the creaks in the floor"
The Lakes | sv5
When the world seems to haunt them they find themselves looking for each other on the toughest times
Mirrorball | mv1
Where he tries to do everything to please everybody but when he's with her he can be his true self.
Gold Rush | cl16
Her mind can't understand why everybody is so infatuated by the Charles Leclerc until she finds her heart fluttering when he's around and can not explain it.
Ivy | lh44
Where she finds herself in the claws of a love less relationship and even knowing it's wrong she goes to seek comfort and love in the arms of another
Midnight Rain | ...
"My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean
I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"
Maroon | cs55
The rise and fall of a short but, oh, so, ardent relationship, between two strangers who one night met and became more than that.
♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡
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i know places
the day has finally come! thank you all for the likes, comments reblogs, and follows like y’all are so sweet and i’m so giddy rn, like kicking my feet and squealing into my pillow
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fun facts!ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
- i’m sorry for not adding the bakusquad i promise they’ll be here soon
- yn and hitoshi live together and it’s either mass chaos or so peaceful and quiet
- yn has been finishing up some old editing jobs that helps pay the rent while she was out of business but she also has a new client!
- hitoshi just doesn’t get out of the house much except college 😕
- the gang hasn’t been to a party since their freshmen year of college,,,, and they’re seniors (except iida and momo who are alr graduated)
- shoto is getting a degree in chem in case the modeling shit doesn’t work out
- kaminari and sero don’t throw huge parties bc bkg would KILL them and they also don’t have the budget for them so the gang knows it won’t be that big a deal…but they also know there will be alcohol involved
- the song i got the gc name from has actually been engraved in my head since 2020☝️
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Parallel Hearts - Chapter 6
Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?
Genre: for all chapters- Fluff, Smut, Angst
Pairing: idol Jeon Jungkook x fem reader, idol Kim Mingyu x fem reader, idol Y x fem reader
Warning: for all chapters- Kissing/Nudity/Sex scene/Pet names/Angst/Death mentions Minors don’t interact!
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Word count: 7697
Previous chapter
Masterlist
Unknown number: So it’s true that you and Mingyu are together?
That’s the first thing you saw on your phone when you woke up on a Wednesday morning. Yeah, you thought it might be Jungkook, because you saw him recently and Hana didn’t keep her mouth shut. But huh, the audacity of this man to question you about your current romantic life. You were enraged so you thought to give a simple reply and block this number too.
Y/N: None of your business.
But then a text from another unknown number came.
Unknown number: He’s not the guy you think he is. Sooner or later you’ll find out. And stop blocking me, I just want to talk. Please!
Block again. That’s what you do, easier to keep your mind on the important things, and you hate confrontation. And honestly, this confrontation would be useless. Arriving at the office, you text Hana to meet you in the cafeteria for coffee and gossip.
Hana: How is my lovely wifeu this morning?
Y/N: Could be better.
Hana: Oh. What is it?
Y/N: Jungkook keeps trying to talk to me and I block all his numbers. Aaand, he said some shit about Gyu, not being the man I think he is.
Hana: Wow, that dude is jealous and would say anything. But wait a minute, isn’t he out of the army by now? It’s been a year and a half since he left, maybe more.
Y/N: Oh shit, you’re right.
Hana: Oh, oh. You think he will try to do shady stuff to ruin your relationship now that he’s back?
Y/N: I mean… I don’t know him like that, but one could never know.
You stare at each other and keep on nodding your heads, while sipping coffee and hot cocoa milk. You hope he won’t interfere, because you’re finally in a good place. Work is awesome, you just got a raise, you have a solid relationship, great friends and you’re healthy. There’s nothing more to wish for. Except maybe more time with your bf.
Seventeen has gotten so famous lately that Mingyu barely gets free days. And you see that he’s feeling bad for not giving you more attention, but he’s doing all he can. And you would rather breakup with him than see his career go to shit.
More and more gossip is coming out about all the members, and like usual, you try not to give it any importance. Especially now, when they are finishing filming In the soop and they’ll get a couple of free days. Mingyu planed a trip, just the both of you, but he didn’t say where, he wants to be a surprise.
So tomorrow morning you will both take the same plane to somewhere, but sit in different seats. Don’t want to give reasons for gossip.
When you get to the gate, it’s then when you find out the destination. He couldn’t have made a better choice, you always wanted to go to Tuscany. You communicated via text, avoided being seen talking face to face. You couldn’t wait to get there and feel at least a little freedom and act like a normal couple.
You’re finally in Italy. You keep your masks on, just to be sure, but walk together now. He rented a car to take you to your little town where you’ll have a house just for the two of you.
The place looks dreamy and you feel like tearing up. The house sits on a hill, you have a spectacular view. The wine yards are beautiful and there’s so much peace. The only person who will come daily to the house will be the person in charge with grocery shopping and cooking.
You could both cook, but you just want to relax these 3 days. It’s perfect, because the cook will come only in the morning, cook meals for the whole day, then leave after a few hours. You get to be alone the rest of the day.
As the Sun starts to come down from the sky and hide after the hills, you both lay on a lounge chair and enjoy the view. He has an arm over your shoulder, your head resting on his chest. His other hand is in your hair, playing with it.
Mingyu: You didn’t tell me Jungkook was trying to talk to you, or that you met him in a bar.
Y/N: Oh. He’s nothing in my life, so not something worth to mention. I didn’t hide it from you with bad intentions, just don’t wanna hear or talk about him ever again.
Mingyu: Ok, fair enough. But he wanted to see me, so we met. Afterall, we have been friends for years and I thought the least I could do for the sake of our friendship, was to listed to what he has to say.
Y/N: Still, I’d rather not talk about him.
Mingyu: But shouldn’t you feel the other way? Like…if you’re over him, talking about what happened should not bother you anymore.
You sit and look at him and you don’t understand where this is coming from.
Y/N: You must understand that we are different people, and we react differently, right? What’s ok for you, might not be ok for me. This is just may way of leaving the past behind. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I know that I don’t wanna see him again.
Mingyu: What if you meet him someplace by accident, like you already have?
Y/N: I’ll ignore, I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.
Mingyu: He told me he’ll fight for you.
At that, your face shifted from normal to disgusted.
Y/N: Huh????? See? This is why I avoid it, I don’t want to hear shit like this. I don’t fucking care what he wants or thinks. He has ZERO chances with me. The fucking audacity!!
With each sentence, you were getting more and more worked up, angrier and louder. Mingyu never seen you like this, he was used to you being calm and relaxed. Never angry, though there are a lot of things that irritate you, but you always try to keep your composure.
Mingyu: Babe, you’re getting angry, it’s the last thing I want. I understand how you feel and why you feel like this, so I will agree with you and drop the subject Jungkook. You’re right, he’s not worth it. And I have so much trust in us that he can’t do shit. Now come give me a kiss.
And he pulls you but your hands and you land on top of him, with your lips on his. He feels so warm and nice that you give in. Oh, how fast can this man make you forget what you were talking about. He’s absolutely insane for this.
Mingyu: This is all you’re getting, though. We need to be decent while we’re outside.
Y/N: Oh really? So you’re playing hard to get, mister Kim?
He nodded and kissed you again. He sure knew how to tease you and push your buttons. So you ran your hand over his chest, going down over his abs, down on his cock that was rock hard. You started to massage over his length, over his pants and made him moan into your mouth.
Mingyu: Don’t do that, baby! Someone might see us.
Y/N: There is literally no way someone could see. And we’re not fucking right now, I’m just touching you.
You know he loves when you take control, it makes him putty in your hands. You continue rubbing his length over his pants slowly, while kissing sensually. His breathing started to become faster, his chest moving up and down with more intensity. Moans and whimpers were like music to your ears and you wanted to hear more.
Mingyu: Ahh, baby, feels so good. But if you don’t stop soon, I’ll cum.
Y/N: Oh? My little boy will cum in his pants? How messy.
His eyes rolled up and made his hips move along with your hand, trying to get more friction. He was a moaning mess.
Y/N: You probably already made a mess in your pants, leaking precum everywhere. And now you’ll make an even bigger mess.
You started to move your lips to his jaw, then to his neck, licking slowly. Then you reached his ear and started to whisper filthy words.
Mingyu: P-please! I want to fuck you, not cum like this. Please, baby! Let me fuck you.
But you kept on rubbing him, faster now, and ignored what he had to say.
Y/N: Bad boys like you don’t deserve to cum inside a pussy. You deserve to cum inside your pants.
Mingyu: No, no no! I was good. I am good.
Y/N: How? Mentioning that bitch, Jungkook? You think I wanted to hear his name on our trip?
And you put more pressure over his clothed cock. He was going crazy.
Mingyu: Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I need to fuck you, I need to cum.
Y/N: You’re so needy and pathetic, begging me to let you fuck me.
You felt his cock twitch at those words. He was just melting in your hands now, he felt his orgasm coming fast like an avalanche.
Y/N: Are you really going to cum in your pants, like a useless bitch?
He was shaking his head so fast, he couldn’t make out words.
Y/N: Pathetic.
And he came hard, making a big mess in his pants. You could see the wet spot. He was still panting pretty heavy, so you caressed his pretty face and told him he did really good.
Mingyu: You’re completely crazy and I love you. Never change.
As he gets up and walks inside the house to take a shower, he says: But you will be the one begging tonight.
Your eyes went big and round. You hoped he will fuck you so good that you’ll beg and you were sure your panties were soaked, hearing him say that.
The rest of the trip was really peaceful. You went into town just once, to take some pictures. Time went by pretty fast, obviously. Of course it will go fast when you’re with someone you love and you’re having a good time.
When you arrived to Seoul it was just different. Something felt off. There were ridiculously many fans waiting for Mingyu at the airport, and much more paparazzi. You decided to go before him and he would come out 15 minutes later.
You didn’t know how he could manage all this frenzy of people, flashes, noise. He’s a hero in your eyes. You called a taxi and went straight home.
Right before he would go out to meet the crowd of people waiting for him, he turned his phone on. There were probably hundreds of messages and emails. From the members, friends, family, managers, staff and media people who were trying to find out the truth.
Seventeen group chat
Jeonghan: Oh no, no. Mingyu, you’re in trouble
Seungcheol: Why the hell did you go out without your mask, you stupid tree?
Seokmin: Guys, I think he’s on the plane right now
Wonwoo: Yeah, he is. And I think he has no idea what’s going on
Hoshi: Wait, what?
Thing is that pictures of you two were all around the internet. You were still wearing your mask, so nobody knew who you were, but Mingyu took his mask off a couple of times to taste wine at different shops. And someone recognized him and took pictures.
When you turned your phone on while in the taxi, your heart dropped to your feet. You called Hana right away.
Y/N: Haaanaaa! Did you see?
Hana: Hell, yes! The whole world saw the pictures. But don’t worry, your face doesn’t show and I didn’t see any photos of you two holding hands or stuff like that. His company will come up with something, I’m sure.
Y/N: You’re just saying that to make me feel better. This is not ok, this is a shitshow. I mean, they have proof, actual proof, not like in Joshua’s case when they had nothing. Damn, they will mob him when he’s going to face that crowd. It was so crazy, you should have seen.
Mingyu was close to shit his pants at the realization. He called Wonwoo, because he felt like his brain would eplode if he didn’t hear his best friend right now, so he sat on a chair to calm down and pressed call.
Wonwoo: My god, Gyu! Where are you?
Mingyu: I just landed and I am sitting for a while before going out. I can’t believe this is happening.
Wonwoo: We can’t do anything about that now, first thing we need is get you out of there safely. The company sent more security, because it seems the situation got out of hands. There are hundreds of people there waiting, Mingyu.
Mingyu: I’m fucked.
Wonwoo: Did you see the photos?
Mingyu: Noo, I am so scared to look.
Wonwoo: Then don’t look. We have two advantages though.
Mingyu: In this situation? I can’t imagine what they could be, really.
Wonwoo: So there is no picture with Y/N’s face, she was wearing a mask and a cap. Nobody could guess if she’s Korean or a foreigner. And there was nothing physical between you two captured, so that’s a good thing.
Mingyu: How do we know they don’t have more photos, more incriminating?
Wonwoo: We can just hope they don’t. Let me call our manager. Don’t go out until I tell you it’s ok to go, ok?
Mingyu: Got it. Thanks, Wonu, I love you!
You were texting Mingyu, trying to make sure he was ok, but he was not replying. You thought he had enough on his plate and you will wait for him to call you when he can. Being inside the safety of your apartment felt good, almost like dropping a heavy weight off your shoulders. But couldn’t stop worrying about him. This will have consequences on his career and it made you cry in frustration.
There was nothing you could do now, just wait for a sign from him, and hopefully he will come with a solution. Videos from the airport where he indeed got mobbed were spreading like fire. It made you angry and useless.
Come on, Mingyu, call me, text me back, anything! Just when things were perfect, this shit had to happen. I fucking hate people.
He called, close to midnight, just for 5 minutes, to tell you he was ok and that they had a meeting with the managers to find a solution to this. He told you not to worry, because the company will fix it. The call made you feel a little better. You just hoped it will not impact his career.
As you were trying to fall asleep, your phone was buzzing. Too sleepy and worried after the day you just had, you didn’t think to check on the caller id so you answered.
Y/N: Yes. Mingyu?
There was silence for a few moments.
Y/N: Baby!
Then, a laughter and a voice.
Unknown number: Baby? That’s how you call him? But you used to call me that too. I’m a little jealous now.
Y/N: Jungkook? Wtf
Jungkook: That’s right.
Y/N: Just fucking leave me alone, don’t contact me anymore. Are you fucking dumb?
Jungkook: What’s the matter, you didn’t like my welcoming surprise?
Y/N: Huh?
Jungkook: You’re famous now, you’re in papers, on Twitter, Instagram, Dispatch.
Without responding to that, you hang up and blocked this number too. It was too much, after that shit of a day. You were too tired to even think, so you went back to sleep, telling yourself that you will talk about this tomorrow with Hana.
Next day you couldn’t wait to tell you friend what Jungkook told you on the phone. Rushing into her office, you grabbed her hand and took her to the laundry room to have privacy.
Y/N: I think fucking Jungkook is involved in this whole photos and revealing shit.
Hana: How do you know?
Y/N: He called last night and I was to sleepy to realize and answered. He asked if I liked his welcoming surprise and that now I am famous on the internet.
Hana: Shit. This is getting wilder and wilder. I don’t even know if I should talk to Jaehyun or Eunwoo about this, they are still friends with the jerk.
Y/N: No, don’t tell them anything. We can’t trust them right now.
After a few days, Hybe released a statement, saying you were a local guide, just helping Mingyu around town. Some bought it, some didn’t, but till there was nothing more they could do. There was no other proof about your identity or your relationship
Things pretty much dialed down in the last weeks, you two just needed to be extra careful now, even when he came to your place. He still didn’t know about Jungkook’s implication in all this and you feared that he will put people to survey your complex building and catch Mingyu. While you were pondering over what was the bet way to go, your bf called.
Y/N: Hey, Mingoo!
Mingyu: Hey, princess! I’m going to be quick, just wanted to let you know about Jeonghan’s surprise birthday party. You’re invited.
Y/N: Aww, how sweet. I miss Hani.
Mingyu: Whoa whoa, what?
Y/N: He’s so sweet.
Mingyu: Am I now sweet? Are you going to leave me for Jeonghan?
Y/N: You’re the sweetest. And I’m not leaving you for him, unless he proposes to me.
It was always fun teasing your bf like this, he never got upset and never took your jokes seriously, because he knew you were just teasing. He was used to it from his members.
Now, Mingyu’s only worry was to keep you and Hoshi away from each other. He wanted to avoid a conversation between you two that might lead to confrontation, and he knew Hoshi had no idea you were a couple and that he just knew you were hurting his younger friend and using him. Also, Mingyu knew you hate confrontations and that in the tiniest case that you get angry, it’s going to be the end of the tiger. You looked like an angel, but you could become a demon if provoked.
Too bad you couldn’t bring Hana to the party. But after a few minutes at the venue, your worries dissipated after Mingyu Left Jun in charge with you. You know, keep you company until he gets back soon. He sad he had something to do.
You liked Jun a lot, you had similar personalities. That’s why you clicked right away when you first met. You thought of him as your big brother. Every time you’d meet Jun, he’s ask you about your travels. He was very interested in that topic, as he always found traveling all over the world fascinating. You haven’t been to that many places, but there were enough countries and enough stories to keep the conversation alive. And you would ask him about his life as an idol.
As Mingyu was taking the elevator to go at the ground floor, he received a text: Meet me in the parking lot in the back. He got there and spotted the car he was supposed to get into.
Mingyu: Be quick, it’s Jeonghan’s birthday party.
Jungkook: I want you to breakup with Y/N.
Mingyu started laughing at that insanity.
Mingyu: Yeah, sure, whatever, Jungkook. I’m going back now.
Jungkook: I have more photos of you two. With her face in them too. With you two being lovey dovey. If you don’t breakup, I’ll post them everywhere. I mean it.
Mingyu: Jungkook, I don’t know why you’re taking me as a fool right now. It’s not like you don’t know me. I’m not afraid of your little schemes. I’m sure the company won’t be very pleased by your threats if they found out. You, trying to mess with their business? I’m their number one idol at the moment, I bring them the most money. Now I suggest you think before opening your mouth again. Have a good evening and try to get a life. You lost her, get over it.
And like that, Mingyu got off the car to go and find you. His heart was beating crazy fast in his chest, he could hear it. When he got his eyes on you, he saw you smiling with Jun and Vernon and a drunk Hoshi who bumped into you. Mingyu was walking slowly to your direction and it took 3 seconds for him to stop in shock from the scene in front of him.
Hoshi just threw his whole glass all over your dress. Not from bumping into you, not by accident. No no. he did it intentionally, while standing still in front of you, looking into your eyes. He even told you: You’re a bitch for using Mingyu.
You didn’t need time to process what happened, it was like you knew before he raised his glass to pour his drink on your clothes. You knew he will do that and you were already thinking about 100 ways of how to kill him.
You went straight to the weak spot. His balls. Oh yeah. You didn’t hit hard, didn’t need too. Men are weak. One little hit and they’re on the floor. And indeed, he fell, trying to keep his screams quiet.
Jun and Vernon immediately checked on you, offered napkins so you can clean your dress. But you were too busy standing over Hoshi, watching him cupping his balls, on his knees.
Y/N: Well look at you now, on your knees for me.
Hoshi: Why did you do that?
Y/N: You want more? Huh?
Mingyu came and got you by your waist before you could commit murder. It made him smirk a little, seeing you so brave. At that moment, he knew he had to do something to fix this Hoshi situation, but he didn’t know what.
Mingyu lifted you bridal style, to take you to the restroom and help you clean your dress. As you were being carried away, you gave Hoshi a mean look that could cut skin, and gestured him that you’have your eyes on him. He was actually afraid of you now. Dino was on the ground, net to Hoshi, laughing his ass off, while making sure his friend’s balls were still intact.
In the restroom, you tried in vain to make your dress look presentable, but it was all in vain. Then Mingyu remembered you were in the Hybe building and they had outfits and clothes there, from the girl bands.
Mingyu: Let’s go find you something in the changing room downstairs.
Y/N: Oh, thank god.
Mingyu: You think maybe you were too rough with the poor guy?
Y/N: At least, now he knows not to push my buttons. I mean, what’s his deal? He’s always been rude to me.
Jun helped Hoshi get up, asking why he threw his drink on you, and Hoshi simply said: Aren’t you guys tired of her using Mingyu?
Jun: Using Mingyu? How is she using him?
Hoshi: She’s friendzoned him for years, using him to make her e jealous.
Jun: My god, how drunk are you? How many fingers am I holding up?
Hoshi: Haha, very funny. Your middle finger. Are you flipping me off now?
Jun: Ok, so not that drunk. But where did you get that crazy idea?
Hoshi: Mingyu?
Jun: Were you drunk when he told you? Because they have been a couple for more than a year.
Hoshi: No, they haven’t.
Jun: Yeah, they have, everybody here knows that. Ask anyone.
Hoshi pouts and looks at Dino, who is next to him.
Hoshi: Dino, is Jun lying?
Dino: No. How didn’t you know this?
Then Hoshi goes to find Wonwoo. He fells he can trust him, he’s honest and dependable, plus, he’s roomies with Mingyu.
Hoshi: Wonu!! Tell me.
Wonwoo: What?
Hoshi: Are Mingyu and Y/N a couple?
Wonwoo looks at him confused, trying to figure out what’s his deal.
Wonwoo: Have you not been on the same planet as us in the last year?
Hoshi: Come on, you’re the only one I can trust to tell me the truth. Mingyu told me they are just friends and that he’s been chasing her but she’s rejecting him.
Wonwoo: Hoshi, I have no idea how much you’ve been drinking, but you should maybe stop, it’s affecting your brain. They have been together since last year.
Now, in Hoshi’s mind there are millions of thought flying like math equations he can’t resolve. He feels stupid and left out. He can’t understand why Mingyu would lie to him and how come he’s been so oblivious to the situation.
He needed to find a place to lie down and collect his thought. He grabbed some water and went down the stairs one floor. He knew there was a couch near the dressing room. He would lay on it and reflect.
As he laid on the couch, he could hear a conversation in the dressing room. He realized it was you and Mingyu. And he realized that you were crying. He felt like shit. It was his fault.
Y/N: Gyu, what if he’ll really post those photos?
Mingyu: We don’t even know if he has any. And I just know he won’t, even if he had them.
Y/N: I can’t believe he’s capable of doing this. After all this time, he is still hung up on this. Wasn’t enough for him to just leave me hanging like that, without a word, when he left to the army? Now he wants to ruin both of our lives.
Mingyu: He’s just jealous you’re with me now. But I think he’ll come out of it soon, I’ll make sure to have Eunwoo and Jaehyun talk to him. He needs to stop.
Y/N: I don’t wanna be with him, Gyu. I want you.
Hoshi realizes it’s not about him, and that you’re not crying because of him. This makes him feel better. But what he’s hearing it’s news to him. He thought you were the one who left Jungkook, and after that, you used Mingyu to make Jungkook’s life shitty. He has no idea what to think anymore. Then he gets up and walks in the room.
Hoshi: So you two are together.
Y/N: Oh, not this guy now.
Hoshi: Y/N, I apologize, I think I went too far?
Mingyu: You think? What the hell, man. Throwing your drink at her.
Hoshi: You mean at your gf.
Y/N: I don’t have energy for this, I wanna go home.
As you get up to leave, Hoshi grips your hand and looks at you with a pleading look in his eyes.
Hoshi: Y/N, I’m really sorry, it was all a misunderstanding.
You shake your hand off his and continue walking to the elevator. Mingyu follows you.
Hoshi: Mingyu, we need to talk.
Mingyu: Tomorrow. Tell the others I went home because I didn’t feel well, please.
That night, you both took a shower and went to bed at your apartment. You felt tired. Not your body, but your mind. At least you fell asleep feeling safe in Mingyu’s arms. Somehow, he is always there for you and he always knows what to do and what to say. He always reassures you.
Waking up in your boyfriend’s arms was the best way to start your day. But today, a headache was bothering you so you kind of wanted to be alone and not bothered. He stayed to make you breakfast and make sure you eat and drink some tea to calm down your pain, then he left to work. They have a lot to prepare for the launch of their new album.
Checking your phone that was on silent since last night when you went to bed, you see a new text from a new number: Hey Y/N everything ok? I haven’t seen you after you went to the restroom last night, I got worried.
It didn’t say who it was, but you could only think it was either Jun or Vernon? They were the two whom you spent a decent amount of time, talking. So you text back: I’m fine, thanks for asking. Nothing major. But who is this?
The reply came pretty fast: Your bestie, Jun. already forgot about me?
Y/N: Awww, Junhui, so happy it’s you.
Jun: Sorry about Hoshi, we talked after you left and it seems it was a big misunderstanding. He felt like shit. Did you leave because of him?
Y/N: Oh…yes and no. There were other reasons, but it’s something personal and complicated.
Jun: Well just know that if you wanna talk about it, I am here. I consider you a friend. You always treated me so good and you’re really an awesome person
Y/N: You trying to make me cry?
Jun: It’s ok to cry, though. Let it out if it happens. Anyway, we are at the company, we need to start dance rehearsal so I’ll let you go. But seriously, I am here if you need anything. I’ll give Mingyu a hug for you
Y/N: You’re the best! Don’t get hurt, ok?
Knowing the next few weeks you will barely get to see your bf, you mentally prepared for it. Also, you and Jun got closer as friends, texting everyday and even facetiming. Turns out he doesn’t have many friends over here, just like you. Plus, you both have your families in other countries, so it helped to understand each other better.
One day you talked to Hana to go for a hike next weekend and the night before you mentioned that to Jun. he got so excited and asked if you needed one more person, because he loves that type of activity.
Y/N: Of course you can come. I would of asked you, but I know you’re busy these days.
Jun: Yeah, I am, but tomorrow I have some time actually. I just have to be at the studio after 6 PM. Mingyu’s not coming?
Y/N: No, he has a shoot in the morning.
Jun: Too bad. Can I bring Hoshi?
Y/N: Fuck nooo!!
Jun: Joke joke.
You think you should let Mingyu know the new dynamics of your little hiking trip, so you send a text late at night that your new bestie, Jun will come with.
Mingyu: Ok, babe. But take care of him, he’s a big baby. And wear masks, make sure you’re all safe.
Next day, the sky is such a pretty light blue, no cloud in sight. The hike is slow but pleasant and you’re happy to see that Hana and Jun are getting along just great. As you are getting closer to the top, you think it would be a good idea to find a nice spot where you can sit and have a picnic.
Hana: Ok, now let’s dig. Enjoy, everyone!
Y/N: It’s been such a long time since I’ve been out like this. I love it.
Jun: Who made these sandwiches?
Y/N: I did. They suck?
Jun: Noooo, they’re so delicious.
Y/N: So, Jun. The reason we did this hike today is because of recent stuff that’s been happening in my life. I needed a break from the usual and a pretty spot where I could have some peace and quiet, to think. I guess I should tell you what happened.
And after you tell him everything, his mouth drops. You told him everything, starting from you moving to Seoul, to the night of Jeonghan’s birthday.
Jun: I had no idea Jungkook could be such a dick. I’m sorry this is happening to you, you don’t deserve this.
Y/N: Well, I got myself into this mess, but yeah, he’s still a dick.
Jun: Still, I don’t think he would reveal those photos he claims he has. It would mess up not only with you and Mingyu, but the whole group and the company. This would not put him in a good position at all, trust me.
Hana: Now, she has to be even more careful about her relationship. Who knows what Jungkook is capable of. And the funny thing is that acting this way, it will only push her away, not get her back to him. Idiot.
Jun: Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe get some closure, remain in good terms, even friends?
Y/N: I have not, because I tend to cut people out, after they hurt me. I mean, he did it knowing what he was doing, I am not here to police his actions and scold him every time, he’s an adult. I shouldn’t educate a grown man. He fucked up, goodbye.
After a few more minutes of sitting in silence, looking at the view, it was time to head back home. There is no way you would give Jungkook a chance, even as friends. A chance to what, fuck up again? After he planed that shit in your trip with Mingyu? No way. Plus, you respect your bf and would not become friends with an ex who hurt both of you. This is the only thing you have on your mind and you’re walking back down to your car.
It's the end of October and Seventeen just released their new album. Incredible success hits them, tours all over the world planed for the next year and a lot more. Ugh, does this mean I’ll have to get a job as Mingyu’s shoes to be able to spend time with him?
They attend award show after award show, winning everything and celebrating with the other fellow idols after each event. There was a Friday night when it happened. The beginning of the end. You were looking at Jaehyun’s private account stories, from the after party. In one of the videos, you could clearly see your bf, having another girl’s arms wrapped around his neck, trying to kiss him.
Your heart dropped to your heels, face feeling like fire. You felt you could puke right then. No, this is not happening. He was not trying to push her away. He was smiling and he had flirty eyes. No, you’re not doing this, Kim Mingyu. Not you!
Why wouldn’t he, though? He’s handsome, tall, smart, rich. He has everything. And you’re nobody. Why would he settle for you, when he could have any woman? And with how much little time he had for you lately, no wonder he’s looking for company from others.
You feel so stupid for actually believing you were ever good enough for him. Tears are filling your eyes, rolling down your hot cheeks, as you call Hana. She calms you down before texting Taehyun to ask what’s going on with Mingyu.
Hana: Girl, he’s saying he has no idea where Mingyu is and that he’s definitely not at the event anymore.
Y/N: He left with that girl.
Hana: Now let’s not get crazy. He might be in his hotel room, sleeping.
Y/N: With her.
Hana: Ughh!! Let’s not overreact, ok? We’ll find out what happened.
You tried calling him, but no answer and no text back, the whole night. Clearly, you couldn’t sleep well, as your mind kept making up scenarios. While trying to fill your mind with other things, you hear your phone ringing in the morning. It was him. You answered and didn’t say anything.
Mingyu: Baby? Can you hear me?
Y/N: Yes. What do you want?
Mingyu: What did I do?
Y/N: I think you know better than me.
Mingyu: Wait…you’re really upset with me. Because I didn’t reply last night? I passed out from sleep, I don’t even know when or how I got to my room. I’m sorry!
Y/N: And what about the girl you were flirting last night at the party? You were all over each other.
Mingyu: What? Who?
Y/N: Exactly. Who.
And you send the video of Taehyun’s story. There he is, with her arms holding his waist, his hands on her shoulders, just talking and laughing.
Mingyu: Omg, baby. I don’t remember any of that, I swear. You know that no matter how drunk I get, I can keep myself in check and I can remember everything the next day. But this time is all a blur.
Y/N: Of course you would say that. God, I’m so stupid. You must think I’m so stupid, right?
Mingyu: Nooo! Stop! This is a conversation we need to have in person.
Y/N: Why, you think you can fool me with those puppy eyes? Won’t work, Kim Mingyu.
Mingyu: Please, this is insanity. I can’t believe this is happening. Please, let me see you and explain. Or at least find a way to explain and remember what happened.
Thinking if you should give him a chance to explain, you finally respond with yes. But you’ll need to go see him at his work tomorrow when he arrives back to Seoul. The whole day he’s trying his best to give you attention with texts and selfies and updates of his whereabouts.
He’s doing this because he feels guilty. Because he is guilty. Fuck! He’s trying to get away with it. He hasn’t changed. Maybe he changed for a while, but he’s back to his fuckboy behavior
Next day it’s time to meet with him. Walking the hallways of the Hybe building, you see some familiar faces, but no one you ever talked with. You sit at the cafeteria and wait for him. When he arrives, he stands in the door and signals you to follow him. Of course, you can’t trust to be seen together at this early hour in the day, there’s a lot of staff now.
He takes you to a room that looks like a mini studio, where there are musical instruments and a couch. You both sit and you can tell he’s really nervous. Afraid he might see your swollen and red eyes, you avoid looking at him directly.
Mingyu: You’re not even going to look at me?
Y/N: Say what you have to say, stop wasting even more of my time.
Mingyu: Ouch, that hurt.
Y/N: Good, then we feel the same now.
Trying to take your hands into his, you pull away. You feel disgusted being touched by the same hands that touched another woman.
Mingyu: I swear nothing happened. I don’t know how, but I don’t remember even talking to her.
Y/N: How are you sure nothing happened if you don’t even remember? Come on, Mingyu, don’t take me as a fool.
Mingyu. I…
And he drops his face to the floor, defeated. He doesn’t know what to even say to you in this situation, he feels defeated. He feels like he’s stuck in quicksand and the more he’s trying to talk, the deeper he slips. You move your eyes on him, filled with tears. You’ll be damned if you let them fall. All of the sudden, someone enters the room.
Jungkook: Hey, guys. Couldn’t notice you came in here and I have something to show you.
He takes his phone out and gives it to you so you can shuffle between photos and videos.
Y/N: What the fuck do you even want now? I don’t wanna look in your fucking phone!
Jungkook: It will help with answers to your questions.
Not thinking about it, you take the phone and look at the photos. Swiping trough them, anger starts rising up. And it’s rising and rising. About to explode when you get to a video. In the video, you can clearly see and hear Mingyu and a girl kissing and talking about fucking.
Not wanting to spend another second in that snake nest, you get up and put the phone is Mingyu’s hands.
Y/N: Get fucked! Both of you!
You rush out the door. Walking towards the elevator, you see Hoshi walking in your direction and hear Mingyu calling after you. An idea appears in your head, and as you and Hoshi walk closer and closer, once you reach him, you push him into the wall and kiss him hard, so Mingyu can see.
It worked, because you hear him yell: What the fuck!!
After you finished your mission, you pull away from Hoshi, give him a sexy wink, then you continue walking away. Mingyu comes after you and gets in the elevator.
Mingyu: That was really unnecessary.
Y/N: And you, cheating on me, was?
Mingyu: Something must of happened with me, I don’t remember anything of that. You have to believe me.
Y/N: Yeah, something did happen with you. You tripped and fell into her vagina. Right?
Mingyu: Why did Jungkook have the video, in the first place? I think he’s involved in this.
Y/N: Yeah, involved in like you had a 3some. It’s the only way I see it, because you are no better than him.
You’re so worked up and mad right now, that you turn to him and put your finger in his face, pointing at him and getting closer and closer with each step you take.
Y/N: Listen, you cheating potato! I don’t care anymore. There is nothing you could say or do that would help right now or ever. I don’t want to see you anymore, so don’t you dare call me or text me. It’s over. We’re done. Go and have fun with your bestie Jungkook. Go and continue fucking all the girls in Seoul, go ahead!
The elevator stops at the ground floor, you get out and he stays there, with tears in his eyes. He knows he lost you, knows he was stupid, knows there is no way you will ever listen to what he has to say. As he’s watching you walk away from him, he feels like everything happens in slow motion. Tears start to run down his face now, as the elevator door are closing.
What about you? Well. You’re not surprised that your eyes are now dry. No tears wanting to come out, no sorrow, just anger and disappointment. Seeing the proof with your own eyes, it kind of made you stronger. It gave you closure. Yeah, it was weird Jungkook had the photos, but as far as you’re concerned, they both might be in this together. All this might have been their game, playing with you.
No, I need to stop thinking about them. I’ll be ok, things will be ok.
You know you might cry for a while, be sad. It’s normal after a breakup. Just need to be around friends, keep the mind busy, focus on work and do everything in your power to not engage with those jerks. Maybe even make new friends, wouldn’t hurt. Maybe take a vacation and visit your home town and spend time with your friends and sister. Get away from all this.
Of course you have blocked every number and account where Mingyu could get a hold of you. Still, he has been trying to talk and meet, but you kept your ground. Yeah, you still love him, but it will transform into something else once your brain completely understands that.
Two days after the breakup, Jun calls to check up on you.
Jun: Y/N, what happened? Hoshi told me some crazy story.
Y/N: Umm, me and Mingyu broke up.
Jun: Noooo! Why?
Y/N: Basically, he cheated and I saw the proof, photos, videos and all.
Jun: Jeez!!! I don’t know what to say.
Y/N: You don’t have to say anything, don’t want you to pick sides either. You’re practically family.
Jun: I don’t want to pick sides ether, you’re right, but still, what he did is fucked up. He hasn’t changed, though we all hoped, for his sake. I’m sorry, Y/N. How are you feeling?
Y/N: Not ok, but I’ll survive.
Jun: Damn, I wish I could help, but it’s none of my business.
Y/N: Thanks Jun, I appreciate. I plan to take some vacation, go to my hometown and spend some time there.
Jun: How long will you be there?
Y/N: 2 weeks, more or less. Depends how long will my manager allow.
Jun: Will it make you feel better if I tell you how Mingyu got into trouble today?
Y/N: Actually, yes.
Jun: So it seems that last night he got really drunk and barely slept, and today he came early at work, still drunk. He did so poorly with the dance practice that everyone scolded him. Hoshi went crazy at him, even told him something like ��you think you’ll get her back if you’re going to act pathetic?”. And that made me realize something happened with you and him. But I have to say, he looks pretty down, not like himself.
Y/N: That’s not my problem anymore. He made his bed.
Jun: Ok, bestie. I have to get back to rehearsal now. Hope to hear from you soon and try to have fun while you’re on vacation, ok? Send pictures!
While on vacation, you kept in touch with Jun, exchanging fun photos and texting. He didn’t bring up Mingyu anymore, he knew you’d hate it. He also knew you were a mess and hurting a lot inside, even though you were trying to hide it. He made sure to send lots of cute cats videos to make you smile.
Felt good to be back home. You stayed the whole 2 weeks at your sister’s house. You’re her only friend and it breaks your heart that you have to leave her alone again. Well, she has her husband, but he doesn’t really have conversations with her. You’ll make sure that when you go back to Seoul, you will call her more often.
You missed your favorite foods, your favorite places. The city feels different, yet, the smells here are the same. I should cook some of my traditional food for Hana and Jun. Taking walks alone in this city always felt awkward, but now it feels refreshing. It’s like you’re a tourist who’s discovering a new place, trying to let go of a love that broke you in pieces.
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Hi! Hope you are havung a great day! Could we have go trunk or treating with WD the daycare years?
Halloween countdown day 19 — go trunk or treating
The daycare parking lot was full of vehicles with their hatches or tailgates open for the event for the daycare. The admission was $5 for each family, and with the admission the kids go trunk or treating, get their pictures taken in a photo booth and even taste homemade cider.
It was all created for families of the community and the daycare, which had been all the three of you could talk about for weeks. Anytime the idea came up about trunk or treating, Steve Bucky and yourself would be over the moon about costumes and candy.
Your parents could hardly hold you back when you’d arrived at the event, diving and running full force toward Steve and Bucky. The three of you met in the middle of the parking lot, hugging and chirping at each other with such an overabundance of excitement.
“Look!” You spun in your princess halloween costume. “I’m a princess, Stevie! I even have a crown!”
“I’m a knight! Ready to defend the princess and the prince!” Bucky swung his foam sword before turning and kissing Steve quickly. “True loves miss!”
“Its kiss!” You giggled and nudged Bucky. “Kiss, not miss!”
“Y/N, Steve and Bucky,” one of the Sisters’ scolded you, “no kissing on school grounds.”
“But Steve is under a curse from a deadly witch! The horrible Maggie-“ Bucky wailed for dramatic flair, becoming a giggling mess when you had cut him off with a kiss of your own.
“And they all lived happily ever after!” You celebrated by hugging Steve tightly, humming an off tune song under your breath.
“And they got married and had kids and puppies-!” Bucky grabbed your hand and then Steve’s, dragging the two of you along behind him to the first vehicle.
“Trunk of treat-“ Bucky started.
“Give me something good to eat!” Steve finished off for him, grabbing your hand in his. “For the prince and princess and royal knight!”
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Ninjago: Into The Deep (Master Post, Summary, and Q and A!)
Hello everyone! Thanks for stopping by! If you've been on my blog, you probably know about this upcoming project. But for those of you who don't, what is Ninjago: Into The Deep? I'll tell you! Ninjago: Into The Deep is a fully fleshed out Ninjago fan season inspired by legendary fantasy works such as Narnia, Lord of The Rings, and even classic Disney films and more modern adventure stories like Avatar: The Last Air Bender. Here's the summary!
Things are looking up for the Ninja since their battle with the Crystal King! Jay and Nya have gotten married, Lloyd is now training to become a sensei, and Ninjago City hasn't had a major disaster in over a month! (A new record!) Everything seems to be going well, until the team receives a mysterious letter from Queen Vania, requesting their presence.
Once they arrive, they discover an evil plot, orchestrated by former king Vangelis, to overthrow Vania and take the throne again! And having a taste of conquest while on the Crystal Council, the disgraced monarch has his sights set on the rest of Ninjago as well! Powered by a new energy source, Vangelis is now far too powerful for the Ninja to defeat with their current abilities. They must find a new way to defeat him!
This takes the Ninja on a quest to a new world! The magical and beautiful subterranean kingdom of The Deep Lands! There, they must find the Elemental Beasts. Seven creatures created by the FSM and imbued with elemental powers, to teach the first Elemental Masters how to use their abilities. And who control the very balance of nature itself! From these magical beings, the Ninja will learn new powers and skills that are beyond their wildest dreams, and take down Vangelis once and for all! So join us, as we meet new friends, experience new powers, and journey Into The Deep.🍃🌊🔥🪨❄️🐲⚡
So that's it! I also have some cool concept art that should be finished soon!
Now here's some Q and A to answer all your questions! Some are from one of followers, and others I added in just to give general information. 😁 If you don't see a question being answered that you would like to see answered, please feel free to send it in!
(Under the cut because this is LOOOOOONG.)
First some general info.
Q: How will the episodes be released?
A: Each episode is three chapters long. Therefore, split into three parts. (Kinda like how you would have two commercial breaks in a real episode of Ninjago!) One episode will be released every week! Via a released chapter every Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday.
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Q: How many episodes will there be?
A: 16-20. About as many a regular season of Ninjago would have!
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Q: What is this series rating?
A: G - PG! I don't do adult humor or gore. So it will be about as kid friendly as a usual Ninjago Season!
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Q: Will there be exclusive characters?
A: Yes! Several! Some including the Elemental Beasts, and even Cole's Grandfather Rocky! More will be released as the series goes on.
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Q: Will the season ever be animated?
A: If I aquire the time, resources, and skills, absolutely!
Now, let's answer some questions from one of my followers and awesome friend @dexter-the-dog!
A: Probably the only thing that makes it an Alternate Universe is that Dragons Rising isn't canon to this story. Other than that, it should fit nicely with the canon.
A: YES! The Elemental Beasts! They are so cool! I can't even put it into words! Currently, there are six Elemental Beasts. One for Fire, Water, Earth, Ice, Lightning, and Air. The Air Beast will have a very important role to play in this story! I'm also partial to Cole's Grandfather Rocky, who will also be making an appearance! He's a very interesting guy. And super powerful too! After all, he fought the Serpentine and the Time Twins! So he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve!
A: As Doc would say, #NoSpoilers! Lol! But there is a really cool scene were Nya uses her powers in a new way! It should be EPIC. So cool in fact, I just might animate it!
A: Ah! I can answer both of these! Since Into The Deep is a fan season, it will try to fit into the canon as closely as possible. That being said, the characters are exactly as you would see them in the canon show. No backgrounds or roles changed. But whether they will gain new abilities or new roles? Well that I can't say without spoiling things.
A: It's definitely the Cole x Vania story I have planned. Lol. Yeah, I ship them. I think they're cute. And they'll have plenty of cute moments in this story!
A: Into The Deep happens about a month or two after Crystalized. :)
A: I've been waiting to answer this one! The Elemental Beasts take on a mentor role for each of their appointed ninja. They will help them learn new abilities and fight their inner demons to truly become their most powerful selves. They're also are basically Nature Spirits. Each one controls a certain element in nature from their base kingdoms in the Deep Lands. Because of this, they can never leave to go up to the surface, or the balance would be offset. This factor is important, so make sure you remember it while reading.
And that's all the questions I got! That was fun!
Before I end this post, I'm gonna tag a few people I remember being interested in this thing! (@rinkunokoisuru @shatteredhope123 @miraculous-stud @nocturnal-nexu @dexter-the-dog) Hope you guys enjoy all this info! And thank you for all your love and support. It's really kept me going.😁🫶
Well, that's all for now! Keep an eye out for updates! And I'll see you around! Bye! - ✒️🐉
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Playdate - John Price
F!reader, angst, smut, MDNI, 18+
They say love is only for the brave. It is a dangerous trap to fall into and at this point, you wish he came with a warning sign. That's why it's best to just play the game and not try to rule it.
We're just playing hide-and-seek
It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you
I don't want to play no games
I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you
It all started as a one-night stand. Left just like that, you thought about that good night every now and then. I wish for just another night where all your fantasies and wildest dreams come to life. Then, one phone call from him turned it into what it is now. Sex and no feelings, that's the game.
Late-night calls turn into early-morning shame walks. As his body pleased yours in many ways, you always found yourself wanting more. You missed his kisses when he was gone, missed how he made you his, how his lips claimed you over and over, marking you with his scent, taste and love.
But all good or bad love must come to an end or carry extra worry and regret. As the days, weeks and months go by, you find yourself needing more. I want to spend dreary Mondays together, stay in bed on Sundays and go on dates some Wednesdays. Unfortunately, he does not. It is no lie or secret he sleeps with other women, you are just the toy he uses on Fridays or Saturdays.
You found yourself getting ready, asking him questions about his day but before you could properly ask, he would already be undressing or kissing you. At nights when you knew he was either sleeping with another woman or if he was away on a 'business trip' (deployment), you would find yourself caring for him more, hoping he'd make his flight to and from his trip safely. You would cry when you'd see couples walk hand in hand on sunny afternoons.
Why did you care so much for a man who barely gave you any actual love? Easy, his nature, the jokes and the way he would speak to you when alone were always what had you making excuses to drive to his place time after time. Maybe it isn't the smartest choice for someone who desperately is trying to leave this side spectrum but what can one do.
"Oh you are so wet for me, c'mon baby...cum for me...I know you want to." His voice is so low and so sexy. Tears run down as you become even more sensitive to touch, he wipes your tears away. "Shh, it's okay, just let it happen, you are so close...c'mon pretty girl." he cooed.
And there you were, 12 a.m., on the way to his house. The ideal bachelor place for a man like him. You slowly begged for more attention after that night. Sent him pictures in lingerie or nothing on. Videos would be exchanged throughout the week and that's how you thought he'd be giving you more of his time. But, love is for fools and Johnathan Price is no fool. A man like him knows no word like love.
A/N: I know its short, but I mean...its good right?
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THIS LOVE - chapter three | heaven can’t help me now
pairing: ben chilwell x reader
rating: T
word count: 3.6k
summary: ben invites you to italy for a couple days when chelsea has a friendly against juventus. naturally, you drop everything to go with him. oh, and there may only be one bed in your hotel room...
A/N: hope you guys enjoy this one...things are getting serious ;) please let me know your thoughts, comments make my day!! chapter title from wildest dreams
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How you end up flying to Italy on a Thursday when you should be working a double shift at the hospital and then falling asleep on your couch watching Netflix is honestly beyond you.
The week starts fairly normally. You catch up on some errands, work a shift or two, and hang out with Valerie to bring her up to speed on your slightly hectic life since you started accompanying Ben to every event.
It’s definitely started to be more than you bargained for, as Ben has more social engagements for brands in addition to his busy game schedule, but you take it as a sign that what you’re doing is working. He’s already landed a new, highly lucrative deal with a cologne company that were apparently looking for a footballer who fits the “committed, serious” type rather than the usual playboy - a market Ben now seems to have cornered thanks to your little charade.
While you’re out for lunch with Val on Wednesday, you get a call from Ben asking you to come with him to Italy for a couple days. You know Chelsea are playing Juventus in a friendly on Friday, but you weren’t planning on going. You have to work, for one thing, and you don’t usually go to his away games unless it’s an important one - certainly not a friendly.
Ben explains that a few of the other guys are bringing their significant others since it’s an excuse to go to a romantic city for a couple days, and that Shreya thinks it would be good exposure for you to take a trip together.
While he reiterates a bunch of times that you absolutely don’t have to come and it’s just an idea, you’re already mentally clearing your schedule and assuring him you’ll be there.
“Can you cover my shift tomorrow?” you ask Val as soon as you’ve hung up. “Ben asked me to go with him to the Juventus game.”
“Of course, I couldn’t deny you a romantic trip to Italy with your boyfriend,” Val teases, stealing one of your chips.
“Not romantic, and not my boyfriend,” you remind her. “I’m just helping out a friend.”
“You’ve been helping him a lot lately,” Val observes. “I know he’s your best friend, but remember to set boundaries if you need to, you know?”
The truth is, despite the crazy schedule and the lying and the sudden intrusions into your private life, you haven’t considered pulling out once.
“Right, yeah, I will,” you agree offhandedly, taking a big sip of your glass of wine. “Seriously, though, it’s not such a huge sacrifice on my part. There are worse things than going to Italy on a private jet.”
“That’s true,” Val chuckles. “Think any of Ben’s teammates want a fake girlfriend? Or a real one, for that matter? That Reece James is so fit-“
“And taken,” you cut her off with a laugh. “But I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
The next evening, Ben picks you up with a driver to go to the airport. You’re wearing a comfy Chelsea jumper he gave you a couple years ago with white joggers and blue Nikes that match your top.
“Look at you, super fan,” Ben says with a smile as he grabs your bags from you and loads them into the boot of the car.
“Yeah, well, I figure if I’m travelling with the team I should dress appropriately,” you grin. “You ready for tomorrow?”
Ben nods without saying anything as you both get into the backseat.
Aside from the obvious reasons you decided to come with him, there’s another lingering in the back of your mind. You want to be there to support Ben - not as a fake girlfriend, but as his best friend.
It’s by no means the most important game of his career, but it is the first time he’s playing against Juventus since he tore his ACL two years ago, and you know it has to be weighing on him a bit.
Seeing him get hurt like that was one of the worst moments of your life, so you can only imagine how awful it was for him.
He’s obviously long healed now and is probably the most fit he’s ever been, but you know him well enough to know that he’s thinking about it as you sit in comfortable silence on your way to the airport.
He finally breaks the silence when he gets a text and turns to you with a slightly apologetic look on his face.
“That was our club travel manager, apparently all the rooms at the hotel we’re staying at are booked,” he says. “She said she can get mine upgraded to two beds, though, are you okay to share? It just might look suspicious if you stay at a different hotel.”
“Yeah, sure,” you shrug. “Are you guys allowed to share a room with your significant others the night before a match, though?”
“Not usually, but I guess since it’s just a friendly they’re making an exception,” Ben explains. “We don’t play til tomorrow night, either, so that helps. I think most of the lads care more about taking their girls on a nice trip than whether we win, honestly.”
“Well, I’m not flying all the way to Italy to watch you lose,” you tease, poking his ribs. “So lights out by midnight, Benji.”
“Buzzkill,” Ben mutters with a smile, no longer seeming nearly as tense as he was a few minutes ago.
You board the Chelsea plane and say hello to everyone as you get on before settling in your seats, enjoying the luxury of the private jet.
It’s only a two-hour flight, which gives you just enough time to eat dinner, chat a bit with Reece and Mia, and watch a couple episodes of The Office with Ben on his iPad.
You land in Turin around 9 and get checked into the hotel shortly after 10, at which point you and Ben are both exhausted. You worked the morning shift today before Val took over for the second half, and you know Ben was in training at Cobham earlier to prepare for tomorrow’s game.
When you get your key card and make your way to your room, you’re more than ready to collapse on the bed and get a good night’s rest before tomorrow.
Which is exactly what you’re about to do when you realize the issue - there’s only one bed.
“Shit, I asked her for a double room,” Ben murmurs. “There must have been a mix-up. Let me go see what I can do.”
“Ben, it’s fine,” you sigh, dropping your bag on the floor. “You said the hotel is fully booked, so there’s nothing to be done anyways. I can sleep on the couch.”
There’s a small sofa on the other end of the room, certainly big enough for one person, though it doesn’t look particularly comfortable.
“No, you take the bed,” he insists, already walking over to put his stuff on the couch.
“You have a game tomorrow, I’m not letting you get a crappy sleep on the couch,” you reply. “Look, this is dumb, let’s just share the bed. It’s huge.”
It is a massive bed, and it looks so incredibly comfy and inviting right now that it would be a shame for either of you to have to sleep on the sofa.
Plus, you two have shared a bed many times before. Mostly when you were kids, but still. There’s really nothing weird about it.
Ben just nods in agreement and you go to prepare for bed in the washroom, changing into a silky pair of PJ shorts but leaving on the Chelsea sweatshirt. After you’ve brushed your teeth and finished a fairly brief version of your usual skincare routine, you finally climb into the bed.
“Ugh, this mattress is like a cloud,” you sigh with pleasure as you shift to feel the silky sheets against your legs. “I love posh hotels.”
“I know you do,” Ben laughs at your zen expression and the way you’re stretching out like a cat.
After he’s followed suit and prepared for bed as well, Ben emerges from the bathroom and joins you on the other side of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight.
Although you know how tired he is, you can practically hear the gears in Ben’s mind whirring as he stares up at the ceiling. Even in the dim lighting of the lamp on his side of the bed, you can tell what he’s thinking about.
“You okay?” you ask quietly, turning on your side to face him.
Ben hesitates for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, just thinking.”
“About the last time you played Juventus?”
He turns to look at you, surprise flashing on his face for a moment before he lets out a sigh.
“Yeah,” he admits. “How did you know?”
“I know you pretty well, Benji” you remind him, settling further into the warmth of the duvet as you continue to face him. “You wanna talk about it?”
He sighs again, avoiding eye contact with you.
“It’s dumb. Obviously nothing like that is gonna happen again, and it’s been two years now,” he says. “I’m just thinking about that moment, you know?”
You try not to think about that moment as much as possible - the sight of him writhing on the grass, clutching his knee, as fear gripped you and didn’t let go while he was helped off the pitch.
“That’s natural, Ben, it was traumatic for you,” you say softly, reaching out to quickly squeeze his arm. “It will be fine, though. You’re going to be fine.”
Ben nods with a small smile, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes soften as they stare into yours, and he bites his lip as he seems to be pondering something.
“I have a confession to make.”
His words make your heart jump for a moment, though you’re not sure why. You nod in encouragement, waiting to hear what he has to say next.
“It wasn’t exactly Shreya’s idea for you to come with me,” Ben admits quietly. “I mean, she agreed it would be good for PR once I suggested it, but I was the one that wanted you to come.”
“Oh,” you breathe, your heart continuing to beat erratically for some unknown reason. “Why?”
“I just…thought it would be easier with you here,” he confesses. “You make everything easier.”
You clench your jaw as you try to fight back the tears threatening to form in your eyes at his earnest display of emotion. You know that you’re the only person he is this vulnerable with, the only one who gets to see this side of him.
“I’m sorry I lied to you, though, I just didn’t want to seem…weak, I guess,” Ben says with a small yawn.
“You know showing emotion doesn’t make you weak, Ben,” you remind him. “It makes you stronger, actually.”
This was something you drilled into him in the aftermath of his injury, every time he would try to downplay the toll it was taking on him. His other friends and family may have believed him, but you always saw right through it.
“I know,” Ben smiles. “You taught me that. And therapy and a lot of self-reflection, but mostly you.”
Before you can reply, Ben’s eyes fall shut and you can tell he’s asleep just moments later, the day catching up with him.
You typically read or watch YouTube on your phone before bed, but tonight, you find yourself watching him. His peaceful expression and the warmth he radiates even with a good amount of space between you in the bed are oddly comforting.
You drift off into a blissful sleep within minutes.
-
When you wake up the next morning, you’re feeling more content than you have in a long time.
There’s something soft pressed against your cheek, and your entire body feels warm. It almost feels like you’re still in the middle of a good dream that you’re reluctant to wake up from.
It’s only as you begin to gain more consciousness that you realize it’s not a dream - you’re in Italy. With Ben. Who you are completely cuddling with right now.
You’re laying half on top of him, your cheek pressed to his chest and your arm around his waist. Your legs are tangled with his and his arms are loosely wrapped around you, holding you in place.
You must have gravitated closer to each other through the night without realizing it.
It’s a bit strange, as you’re not much of a cuddler and very used to sleeping alone, but you try not to read into it. Or how comfortable and right it feels.
You don’t really want to move, but you want to avoid any potential awkwardness if Ben wakes up and you’re still in this position, so you make an attempt to roll away.
As soon as you try to slip out of his grasp, though, his arms tighten around you and he mumbles something in his sleep that sounds a lot like your name.
Now pressed even closer to him, your nose buried in his neck, you can’t help but lay still for a moment and breathe in his scent - the scent that reminds you of late night drives in his dad’s car and movie nights with him and Oscar and warm hugs after he won a game. It’s the smell of familiarity and comfort.
It’s…Ben.
Something begins to bubble up in your stomach and you quickly pull away from him, moving to your own side of the bed. He groans slightly as he’s woken up by the sharp movement, his eyes fluttering open.
“What time is it?” he mumbles to you, and you glance over at the alarm clock.
“It’s half seven, you can sleep another half hour before training,” you tell him quietly.
“Mm, okay,” Ben murmurs back before closing his eyes again and drifting off.
No longer feeling tired, you slip out of bed to shower and get ready for the day ahead of you.
You’re already dressed and out on the town in search of some good coffee - which shouldn’t be hard in Italy - to give you some energy.
The crisp morning air also helps you shake off the feeling of unease at how much you enjoyed waking up in Ben’s arms.
By the time you return from your walk, Ben has already gone to training. He’s left a few pastries from the hotel breakfast for you, which you devour before texting Mia to make your plans for the game later.
Kick-off is at seven, so you and a bunch of the other WAGs make plans to go for an early dinner. Until then, you spend most of your day watching reality TV in the hotel room and enjoying the relaxing break from reality.
Before dinner, you get dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a long-sleeve white t-shirt to wear underneath Ben’s kit. You’re not sure if it’s just that you have some time to kill or some other reason, but you find yourself putting more effort into your hair and makeup than usual, making sure it looks perfect before you leave.
The meal is nice - you have a huge bowl of pasta and a couple glasses of wine as you chat with the other girls. You’ve gotten pretty used to talking about Ben as if he’s your boyfriend at this point, fielding questions about your relationship with ease.
“You’re getting good at this,” Mia whispers to you when the others aren’t paying attention, and you feel yourself blushing. “I’m almost starting to believe it myself.”
There’s a nagging feeling in your chest at her words that doesn’t go away until you’re at the stadium and the game begins, giving you something to focus on.
Your heart rate does pick up a bit as you watch Ben play, even though you know there’s no merit to his superstitions about playing against Juventus again.
Thankfully, the game ends with no injuries and Chelsea up 3-0. Ben also plays exceptionally well, overwhelming you with pride as he gives a stellar defensive performance and makes some key tackles, as well as contributing to the offense with an assist.
The boys decide to celebrate the win by going to a club near the hotel. Almost two hours and a few drinks later, you find yourself sitting next to Ben and Conor, talking excitedly about the game today and how well they’ve been playing lately.
“I’ve seen you play more than anyone, and I’m telling you that last game against Newcastle was one of your best performances ever,” you say emphatically.
You’re a bit tipsy and close enough to Ben that your legs are touching, even closer when he rests his arm on the cushion behind you.
“You’re taking the piss,” Ben rolls his eyes with a smile, because deep down, he knows you’re right. He has been at his best lately, and you both know it.
“Let your girl compliment you, mate,” Conor says with a grin. “She’s right.”
“Exactly,” you say, “I’m always right.”
You’re expecting Ben to argue and make a cheeky comment about how you’re not always right with an embarrassing story to back it up, but instead, he just turns his head to look you in the eyes and smiles softly.
“Yeah, you are.”
Your heart is already starting to flutter when Ben reaches to take a sip of his drink and, after setting the glass back down, lets his hand settle on your thigh.
His palm is warm and heavy as it rests there, Ben continuing to talk with Conor as you try to determine whether this display of casual affection is part of the act or something more. You’re not entirely sure what you want the answer to be.
Eventually, Ben retreats to the bar to get you both another drink, leaving you chatting with Conor’s girlfriend Aine.
You don’t know her very well, but you find it easy enough to make small talk. She’s a lovely girl who’s been with Conor for years, and it’s always nice to make a new friend.
Your night is going pretty well, really. The guys won, you’re buzzed, you’re in a beautiful city in a foreign country. You’re enjoying the music and the conversation and spending time with Ben. Soon, you’ll probably both be tired enough to go back to your room and watch a film together.
And maybe you’ll end up sleeping in his arms again. Platonically, of course.
You’re trying not to get too excited at the thought when you suddenly realize Ben has been at the bar for a long time, and you glance over to see why.
Which is when your eyes land upon him engaged in conversation with a beautiful woman. She’s tall, blonde, gorgeous, and nothing like you. She’s exactly the type of girl Ben usually goes for.
You don’t know why, but you hadn’t considered the fact that he might be continuing to hook up with girls since you began your fake relationship. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t, now that you think about it, and the whole point of this thing is to get the press off his back without having to actually settle down.
You’ve seen him flirt with countless girls before and never experienced more than mild amusement, but that is definitely not how you feel right now.
You feel…shit.
You’re jealous.
“You alright, Y/N?” Aine asks you gently, reaching out to touch your hand. “You’ve just gone a bit pale.”
“Um, yeah, thanks,” you say quickly, forcing a smile. “It’s just a bit hot in here, I think.”
It’s definitely not, and Aine obviously knows that, but you don’t know each other well enough for her to press you further, thankfully.
Ben walks over a few minutes later and asks to speak with you privately, and you follow him to a quieter part of the club.
“So, that girl over there asked me to go back to her place, and I think I’m gonna go.”
You try to regulate the way your face falls at this information, but you’re obviously unsuccessful, as Ben immediately furrows his eyebrows.
“Oh, don’t worry, she’s not gonna leak anything,” Ben says quickly. “She doesn’t have any idea who I am, I didn’t even tell her my last name. It’s just a one-night thing.”
Right. Because him jeopardizing the fake relationship he asked you to take part in for his sake would be the logical thing for you to be upset about.
“Okay,” is all you can manage to say.
“Alright,” Ben smiles, squeezing your shoulder. “You’ll be alright getting back by yourself? I can ask Reece to-“
“It’s across the street, Ben, I’ll be fine,” you blurt out, coming off a bit harsher than you meant. When he frowns, you just sigh and plaster on a fake smile. “Sorry, just tired. I’ll probably head to bed soon.”
“You must be glad you don’t have to share with me again,” Ben jokes, not knowing how far from the truth that is.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks again for coming, Y/N,” he says sincerely. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Ben leaves you with a peck to your forehead and an ache in your chest that doesn’t go away for the rest of the night.
Especially not when you close your eyes in a bed that suddenly feels too empty and too cold, and all you can picture is Ben’s arms wrapped around another girl.
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