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darkmatilda · 4 months ago

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𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when an unsub hunts their victims in a casino, choosing couples that fit a specific pattern, spencer has no choice but to once again ask his friend for a little favor.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐭𝐰: spencer reid x diva!female reader, undercover as a couple, reader wearing a dress, header and summary FAKE AF bc literally casino scene is like 5% of a fic, the rest are just preparations, kind of like this friends episode where they're just getting ready lol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4k

𝐚/𝐧: requested by @mggslover <33 u don't know this about me, but that ep with reid in the casino had me barking like a pack of german shepherds, so i just couldn't stop myself from adding it

"So, we already have a profile. The unsub is a man between twenty-five and thirty years old. A gambler who has lost his entire fortune, yet he still plays, desperately trying to surround himself with luxury, refusing to accept his reality. His victims are men just like him—young posers, living beyond their means. They all had partners, attractive and confident women who belonged to the social group they dreamed of, unaware of who they were really dating. The unsub probably used to date someone like that as well. By getting rid of them, he experiences a deep sense of purification. He believes he is killing the part of himself that he sees as false, when in reality, that part is his true self," Morgan recited, pacing in circles around the office, gripping a black marker in his hand—the same one he had just been using to write on the whiteboard.

Suddenly, he stopped and let out a chuckle. "I think I know what we need to do to catch him. It's actually pretty obvious."

Everyone watched him with intrigued expressions. Usually, it was another team member who had these sudden bursts of verbosity, but that didn’t mean the others were immune to them from time to time. For the sake of maintaining balance in the universe.

"Enlighten us, then," Prentiss urged him, perching slightly on the edge of the table with her arms crossed over her chest.

Morgan spread his arms as if accepting a challenge. He paused for a moment, as if building suspense, then stated simply:

"Undercover agents who fit the profile of his victims."

His gaze swept over the team members, observing their reactions. Everyone focused on his idea, weighing the chances of success.

Reid noticed the concentration on their faces—right at the moment when his eyes accidentally met Morgan’s, who had been watching him for quite some time. He didn’t even have the chance to sigh before his friend asked the question Spencer knew was coming.

"You know how to play poker, right, Reid?"

"Well, turns out I’m banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Pahrump for card counting..."

"So that’s a yes," Morgan cut him off, nodding in satisfaction. He looked fully committed to his plan—determined to see it through and catch the unsub. "Alright, great. That leaves us with two things."

He paused dramatically. Prentiss arched a brow.

"Go on, enlighten us again."

"One of them is money," Spencer guessed without difficulty.

Morgan waved a hand dismissively. "Rossi’s got it covered."

"Oh, do I now?" Rossi leaned back in his chair, giving Morgan a pointed look. "Did it ever occur to you to ask me first? Do I look like some random ATM to you?"

"So Reid goes in as a potential target, looking for the unsub among the players," JJ cut in, slowly and logically summing everything up. "Makes sense. But there’s still one problem. Every victim had a partner. Without one, he won’t fit the profile."

It looked like he had been waiting for this to come up. The moment it did, he locked eyes with Reid without a word, certain that his friend would immediately understand what was going through his head.

Spencer remained still for a moment before shaking his head as realization hit him.

"I need to ask you for a favor."

“No way,” he scoffed. “No. Just no, this is—”

♠

Just some subtle foreshadowing.

Before those words were even spoken, Reid had to catch up to her first. And that was no easy task—she was making her way to her lab at an incredible speed, her elegant heels clicking sharply against the floor as she walked, nose buried in a stack of papers she was analyzing with deep concentration. She wasn’t even looking where she was going, something Spencer noted with a tinge of jealousy. If he attempted the same maneuver, he’d undoubtedly trip over the most random object right before the stairs, tumble down ten flights, take twenty people with him on the way, and, at the very end, someone would accidentally kick his broken body and spill their coffee on him. Black. No sugar.

She was walking so fast that he had to break into a light jog just to stay a step behind her.

"Hey," he tried to get her attention.

He was already embarrassed by how out of breath he was.

She didn’t stop, but she did slow her pace significantly. Instead of responding, she simply raised a finger, signaling for silence, and continued analyzing whatever it was she was analyzing.

Spencer sighed, irritated as always by her sense of superiority, and simply took the documents from her hands.

It was so unexpected that a startled, deeply offended sound escaped her lips.

"Can’t you see I’m a little busy?"

"This won’t take long. I just need to talk to you."

They both came to a halt. She folded her arms across her chest, raising a perfectly arched brow. Beneath her white lab coat was, as usual, an elegant outfit, and the rest of her appearance hardly needed describing—stunning, as always. Spencer would never admit it, not even for unlimited access to the Library of Alexandria, but every time he was within her orbit and his eyes landed on her, he had to blink and remind himself she was real. Even if they’d already seen each other multiple times that day.

She pressed her lips together, visibly impatient.

"You’ve got a minute. Two, if it’s something sufficiently interesting," she said, waiting for him to get to the point.

And the moment she did, Spencer’s slightly labored breathing from his earlier exertion became embarrassingly audible.

The corners of her lips curled into a smirk.

"Someone chasing you?"

"Actually, I need to ask you for a favor." He ignored the comment, hiding his embarrassment behind a mask of irritation. He sighed, partly to calm his breath, partly to prepare himself for the next words. While he thought the first part of Derek’s plan was good, the second, in his opinion, left much to be desired.

Any other agent could’ve gone with him—there were two or three in the team, counting Garcia. And she wasn’t even accustomed to fieldwork. She just happened to fit the profile they’d created. Incredibly attractive and confident to the point of being borderline cocky. Morgan had insisted on her, but when it came to convincing her, he’d passed it off to Spencer.

"If I remember right, and I’m pretty sure I do, you already owe me for checking that last piece of evidence. You really want to add another one to that?"

"No, but I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice. So...would you pretend to be my partner while I play poker at the casino, and try to spot our current suspect among the other players?"

He figured it would be easier if he just said it outright.

The woman didn’t even flinch.

"Can you play poker?" she asked, eyeing him carefully. She scoffed. "I want to see that. Fine, let's do it."

Spencer's eyes went wide. He had a hundred arguments ready, but he didn’t expect her to agree so easily.

"What?" she asked, noticing his reaction.

"Just like that? No questions? Doesn’t it bother you that you'll have to pretend to be...my girlfriend?"

He shook his head.

He tried to sound as if it were something completely natural, just another surprising element of the job he encountered all the time. However, he couldn’t help but swallow at the end of his sentence, an entirely involuntary reflex, betraying the hint of nervousness that had settled inside him.

She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, stopping only when she was uncomfortably close, slightly tilting her chin up. Her expression remained unreadable, not even a hint of a mocking smile.

"I mean..." Reid began, but the thought he wanted to express got lost, his focus slipping. Of course, he got distracted. He broke eye contact, shifting his gaze to some random spot on the wall behind her, silently cursing his own reactions. When he looked back at her, he forced himself to maintain the illusion of normalcy. "What I meant is, this could be dangerous. After all, it's a serial killer. You don't have to agree to this if you're having doubts."

She didn’t seem at all disturbed or frightened. She barely shrugged.

"So what? You’ll be there too."

Deep down, he felt like someone had just handed him a medal for special services to the country and shaken his hand, congratulating him. He called himself an idiot and made a mental note to retake the IQ test sometime soon.

“So you trust me?” he asked, driven by some strange impulse.

She simply raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is there a dress code I need to follow?”

He felt like squeezing his eyes shut out of embarrassment. Instead, he just shook his head in denial.

“No…also…actually…no. Just be yourself.”

She nodded as well, and he had the feeling something shifted at the corners of her lips. A hint of a smile, maybe. Then she moved even closer. Surprised, Reid opened his mouth, and she reached for what he’d forgotten he was even holding—documents he’d almost torn from her hands earlier.

So that’s why she’d been so close.

“See you then,” she said, brushing past him toward the direction she’d been heading before he stopped her. The scent of her perfume wafted into his nostrils as she did. “We’ll see what kind of poker player you are.”

The urge to turn around over his shoulder was overwhelming. And to speak up, almost painful.

“The best,” he added.

“Do we look natural? You know, like a couple?” Spencer asked with concern.

There was something sweet in her laugh.

♠

His hand was stiffly resting on her waist, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't relax it. She, on the other hand, standing right next to him, touching him and fitting against his body like a puzzle piece, didn’t have the same problem. She sighed and took his hand, guiding it lower down her body to make it look like a natural position.

“Not at all,” Prentiss said bluntly, shaking her head.

“You look like siblings who were forced by their mom to pose together for a picture,” Morgan added, watching them with a hint of dread. It was starting to sink in that this plan had way less chance of success in reality than it did in his head.

“So that means no?”

“Of course, it means no, idiot,” the woman hissed at him. Suddenly, she stiffened, as if surrendering, and pulled away from him.

Spencer raised his hands in a defensive gesture, looking at his teammates. They’d met in the office that evening, the day before the planned operation. The unsub always struck on the same day of the week, so they had to wait for the right time. Their task was simply to practice pretending to be a couple. Sounded easy enough, right?

"I don't get why everyone's so upset!" he said, looking at them. "Is it really that weird that groping a colleague doesn't come naturally to me? I think, honestly, it’d be worse if the roles were reversed—"

"Not in this case, man," Morgan replied, shaking his head. He rubbed his forehead and straightened up, as if washing his hands of the whole thing. "I’m exhausted. You two can practice this on your own. I don’t care how long it takes, you can sit here all night if you need to. Just remember, tomorrow you have to act like you’re dying to rip each other’s clothes off at any given moment."

Spencer felt warmth on the back of his neck. She rolled her eyes.

"And if it doesn’t work?" she asked. "What then? Can’t another agent take his place?" For a moment, she stared at Morgan before shrugging. "You, for example."

Spencer shot her a wounded look.

"Et tu, Brute…"

She glared at him.

"You want me to play Brutus with you?"

Meanwhile, Prentiss and Morgan had slipped out of the room, leaving them alone. Spencer sighed heavily. He was really starting to worry about the coming day and the undercover mission ahead. They both fell silent for a while, he rubbed his tired eyes and slowed his breathing, trying to rationalize it to himself.

"You know, I wouldn’t stress about it so much," he finally spoke up, glancing at her and her arms crossed over her chest. "I mean, tomorrow I’ll be sitting at the poker table, focused on the game, so I won’t be thinking about how to act natural. And because of that, it’ll be easier to actually act natural...you know what I mean?"

She probably knew what he meant, but that didn’t stop her from letting out a small snort at his convoluted explanation. Instead of answering, she stayed silent for a moment before slowly walking over to one of the chairs and dragging it to the center of the room.

She had to know Spencer was staring at her, completely puzzled by what she was doing, but she didn’t bother explaining herself. Letting go of the chair, she moved away and then gestured toward it with her hands, like she had just pulled a rabbit out of a hat during some magic show. Spencer felt like he was watching something exactly like that.

"Well, go ahead. Sit down," she said.

"What?"

"You said tomorrow you'd be sitting at the poker table and it’d be easier for you to focus. So, let’s see how true that is."

"That’s not exactly what I meant—"

"I’m not sitting here all night. I'm telling you that right now. So just sit down and let’s find out if this whole plan even has a chance of working. Because, right now, with your behavior, it doesn’t have any."

Reid remained still for a moment, almost holding his breath. She had hit a sensitive spot—the success of tomorrow's plan and catching the unsub. Reluctantly, he trudged over to the chair. He glanced at her. She urged him on with a look.

He sighed and sat down. As soon as he did, she settled herself—not anywhere else—but right on his lap.

Due to the surprise, he took a slightly too deep breath. Hearing this, she looked at him from beneath her raised eyebrows.

"Sure, keep reacting like that," she said, sarcastically. She adjusted herself, one hand resting on his shoulder. Once she was sitting comfortably, her soft body pressed against his, she moved her hand to the back of his neck, her fingertips brushing through his hair. "Very natural. Very convincing."

"We don't need to be that convincing."

"If we're going to draw the unsub's attention, then yes, we do. Otherwise, what's the point?" She scoffed. "So you can dig up your poker skills?"

"My poker skills are fine, I don't need to dig them up," he replied almost automatically.

"Confidence. I like it. Seriously. Just try to put it into something else. Into your partner, for example," she began, in a lecturing tone. As she spoke, her face was very close to his. She had an expressive face, moving it as she explained, and Spencer followed her every motion with his eyes, almost as if she were a medallion in the hands of a hypnotist. "According to the victim profile, you're supposed to be a bit insecure. And you know what insecure people do, especially in environments like this? They pretend to be confident. So do it. Hold me tighter, show those guys on the other side of the table..." She gestured behind her as if someone were actually there, "...that this beautiful woman is yours. And they can only look."

His own pulse was treacherous, thankfully she couldn't hear it. Spencer felt slightly dizzy, suddenly way too aware of how she was positioned on his lap, the scent of her, and the delicate brushing of her hair against his neck when she moved.

"There are no guys," he mumbled dumbly, not knowing what else to say.

She flicked him on the forehead.

"Then imagine them."

Spencer felt hyper-aware of the spot on his forehead where she had touched him. For a moment, he tore his gaze away from her, which was difficult when she was literally on top of him. He did it, though, to take a calmer breath before what he was about to do next.

He started by adjusting her on his lap. She might have been comfortable, but he certainly wasn't. He felt like she was about to slide right off him. He placed his hands on her waist—not like she was a delicate porcelain figure, though. Not that he grabbed her roughly or tightly. He just did it the right way. One of his arms wrapped around her for better stability. She watched him, almost without blinking, with genuine curiosity. The corners of her lips slowly turned upward.

For a moment, he disconnected from his thoughts, not worrying whether it looked natural for any imagined people. He just wanted them both to be comfortable.

"Is it better now?" he asked, not teasing, but with genuine curiosity.

He felt the muscle in her thigh move, the subtle tension rise as his hand rested on that part of her body. He relaxed his fingers, letting them cover most of its surface.

Her lips were slightly parted, her breath escaping in a soft, quiet rustle.

"Almost," she said.

Without breaking her gaze from his face, her hand found his, the one resting on her thigh, and guided it higher, increasing the pressure. Spencer had no idea how he was still managing to control his breath so perfectly. Maybe he was too dazed to focus on his own reactions. Maybe he'd surrendered to the situation, not overthinking it, just letting it flow. Where to? He didn't know. Where did he want it to go? He didn't know that either.

"Now," she began, releasing his hand from her grasp and sliding her fingers along his forearm. "Now it's perfect."

She shifted. Gently, probably an unintended twitch. The weight of her body lifted and then settled again, rising and falling on his lap, almost on his hips. The surface brushed against another surface. Body on body.

They were silent. Why were they silent?

If someone had asked him about the capital of Sri Lanka, he'd probably say Fidel Castro.

The emptiness that filled his mind almost embarrassed him, while she looked at him from under slightly raised lashes, her gaze as usual strong, seeming to pierce right through him. He had to break it, he had to stop this before the physical closeness pushed him into doing something foolish.

“So,” he began suddenly, throwing the words out before he'd even prepared the rest. He blinked, trying to focus. “Did you know that originally, poker was played with 20 cards, not 52 like it is now? In the earlier versions of the game, it was usually played with fewer people. It was only with the evolution of poker, and the rise in its popularity, that the full deck was gradually used, allowing for more variety in hands and more complex strategies.”

For a moment, she just looked at him in silence. He held her gaze, doing his best to stay composed. It wasn’t that he was denying his awkwardness—he was well aware of it. And he knew that if she didn’t get off him soon, things were going to get really out of hand.

She sighed and ruffled his hair, like she was petting a dog.

“It was almost perfect,” she murmured, shaking her head. She pointed at him with a warning finger before slowly moving off him. She didn’t seem affected at all, like the whole thing hadn’t fazed her one bit. At least not in the same way it had shaken him. “Tomorrow, no more talk like that, understood?"

Spencer nodded, completely agreeing.

The casino was a blend of intense red and deep gold, popping from nearly every corner. It also radiated from her—her dress and accessories made her look like a goddess dedicated to the place, reigning over it with authority.

♠

"So, there's something we forgot to discuss," she said as they made their way to the table. Spencer kept his gaze straight ahead, his arm around her, while she was looking at him, specifically his profile. She wasn’t watching her feet, clearly relying on his guidance. Lowering her voice, she leaned in. What from the outside might have seemed like a flirtatious whisper with a sly grin and fluttering eyelashes was, in fact, a serious question. "Do you want me to keep an eye out for your unsub while you're busy with the game?"

Reid shook his head.

"You’re not a profiler."

"Doesn't mean I can't tell when some guy's staring at me."

"Everyone stares at you."

She focused on his words, puffing her lips as if conceding the point.

"Fair point," she muttered, pulling her face away from his neck.

His words weren’t an exaggeration in the slightest. She really did have that effect on people, especially men, but not only them—like the sound of a siren, immediately drawing attention from all around. He felt almost strange walking arm in arm with someone like that. He didn’t know what kind of primal territorial instinct had awakened in him, but he felt the urge to pull her closer. He shook his head disapprovingly at his own thoughts, and she tilted her head at him, questioning. Nothing, he mouthed silently.

He didn’t need to do that, pull her closer, of course. They quickly took their seats at the table where the game was about to begin. She lowered herself onto his lap just as they had practiced the day before. Thank God they had done that. Otherwise, his mind would have started spinning like plates in a microwave, feeling it all somehow more real, then, under the watchful eyes of strangers.

She glanced at his face, a slight tension in her expression. He realized she was tense again. He took a breath and adjusted her position, lifting her slightly, holding her as if it were an established routine, following the instructions. When he thought of it that way, it was actually easier.

She gave him a gentle smile, weaving her hands together at the back of his neck. He responded, honestly.

And then, there were only the cards.

Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He couldn’t afford for it to be just the cards. His job was to spot the one right face among dozens, not to win. That part had become her priority—she kept whispering hints into his ear, as if she still wasn’t fully convinced that he actually knew what he was doing.

“We should play against each other sometime,” she suggested.

“Don’t think for a second I’d go easy on you.”

“You think I’d need you to?”

Her question—well, more of a scoff—barely registered in his mind. Because just then, he caught an unfamiliar gaze lingering on them, watching for longer than the rest. And not just at them, but at one very specific spot.

She sat on his lap, completely at ease, not even noticing how the hem of her short dress was riding up a little too much.

It had caught the attention of the man sitting directly across from them—who was staring, shamelessly, at that very spot.

She must have sensed the way he tensed slightly because, within a second, her lips hovered near his ear.

“What is it? Did you spot the unsub?”

Spencer met the man's gaze and, with a natural movement, reached for the hem of her dress, tugging it down into place.

“I did,” he replied.

Then, without hesitation, he turned his head slightly to the side—locking eyes with the man who had been watching them from the very start.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

part 1 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - you begin to spiral as you are betrayed by the two people in your life, causing you to question if everything was a lie.

warning - ANGST, !SMUT BUT CHEATING!, heavily detailed cheating, heartbreak, betrayal, bad thoughts, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 2

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Do you remember the pain of your crush rejecting you? The pain of a man you like, liking someone else? The pain of your boyfriend leaving you for someone else? Or the pain that you feel when you find out your partner is cheating on you? The pain that only love seems to cause. Because you know that pain extremely well, that pain has only embraced you recently. Like a flame wrapping around your body, slowly slithering inside of you, and burning your insides. That afternoon STILL haunts you, no matter how many times you try to push it out of your mind; the thoughts, the touches, the feel, the smell, everything is still so alive and killing you inside. It was the day you understood how powerful love could be if used improperly. You understood why so many people were afraid, why so many protected themselves against it. Some people don’t change… They just find new ways to lie.

Your best friend, Sarah, who you had known since you both were five, your mum’s having met while watching you on the playground, watching how you both clicked. Your bond had only grown stronger the older you got. Had come into town after having planned to hang out for much needed girl time and you had invited her to stay at yours and Johnny’s house.

You were rushing around the house ensuring that everything was set up, even though Johnny had told you everything was done. You huff. “Baby, are you sure everything is ready and perfect?” You asked your husband, your fingers entangled with one another from nerves as you played with them.

Your husband was Johnny Storm, famous ex–playboy. When you had met him. He was annoying, he was hilarious, he was the world’s biggest arsehole, he made you want to scream, he would ruin your day and save it at the last minute, he drove you crazy, he was out of his mind, you hated his guts, and he was everything you wanted. Somehow, you made it work. You had thought he changed.

Johnny grins, pulling you into him causing you to sink into his hold. “Yeah, babe. It’s going to be fine. Why are you stressing so much?”

You shrugged, biting on your bottom lip. “I haven’t seen her in a while. I just want everything to be perfect. I want her to feel at home.” Oh, how those words would come back to bite you on the arse.

He kisses the top of your head, “She will, babe. Don’t worry.”

Once everything was sorted and checked about twenty times. You hear a car pull up and quickly head towards the door and as you swing it open, arms wrap around you and pull you into a hug. You both squeal, squeezing each other. Your chin rests on her shoulder, eyes closed and smiling. Yet, her eyes were open and set on your husband with a smirk. You pull back, smiling brightly as she mimics yours. “I’ve missed you so much! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Sarah licks her lips, eyes flickering over to Johnny’s before going back to yours. “I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity!” You didn’t know that her words seemed to have a double meaning. You helped her with her bags, leading her over to the guest room which is next to yours and Johnny’s. The two of you chatting away as you catch up, your voice filled with such happiness, such pure joy.

The afternoon rolled around, and you both decided to start getting ready, after spending the day in the pool before dinner, you both desperately needed to wash the chlorine off. You let her shower first while you picked out your outfits, once she was done, a small towel tightly wrapped around her body. You headed into the bathroom, her close behind so that she could do her makeup. It had become a routine that you had grown used to growing up together. Neither of you were bothered by it.

You stripped once you had turned the shower on and ensured it was hot enough, when it was, you got in, the heat caused steam to coat the glass, making it foggy and hard to see through. You could only make out blurry shapes and Sarah’s fuzzy figure. You decided to take a longer shower, dinner wasn’t until later and you wanted to make sure everything was properly shaved, washed, and rinsed.

You were so zoned out while lathering yourself with soap that you didn’t notice Johnny sneaking into the bathroom and standing behind your best friend. His arms moved around her body as he began pressing kisses onto her exposed flesh. He pressed his bulge into her towel covered arse, groaning quietly. Sarah leans back into him, covering her mouth as he bends her over the counter slightly, lifting one of her legs onto it. “Keep doing your makeup, babygirl.” Johnny grunts quietly, running his fingers through her soaked cunt.

You moved under the water, sighing as it hit you, watching the soap roll of your body. Johnny’s head turns as he checks to make sure you haven’t noticed. His hand strokes up and down his hardened member before he slides into your best friend’s cunt. His gaze turns back to hers, watching as her mouth falls open. He smirks, thrusting all the way in as he leans close, whispering into her ear, making sure to keep their eyes connected. “You missed feeling me inside you, didn’t you? You’ve gotten so fucking tight, such a good girl for me.” She moans softly, rocking back into him. Johnny bites his lip as his thrusts pick up, the rush of being caught fucking his wife’s best friend makes him so fucking hard. He wondered if you would catch them, wondered how you’d react.

His eyes roll back at the thought, hands gripping Sarah’s hips tightly as he pounds into her harder. “Fuck, babygirl. I’m gonna fuck you so much while you’re here. Gonna pump you so full, make up for lost time.” One hand leaves her hip and moves up to her hair, gripping a fistful, pulling her back against him, she still tries to apply her makeup as he fucks into her harder and faster. Her eyes flutter, desperately trying to make sure she doesn’t screw up anything, her mouth falls open as Johnny begins to pound into her sweet spot, her hand drops and she grips onto the counter, pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts. “What a little slut.” He grips her hair tighter, nipping a sensitive spot on her neck, groaning when he feels her tighten around him. “You like getting fucked by your best friend’s husband while she’s in the room, huh? Like being my dirty girl?”

Their heads snap over when you open the shower door slightly, their movements not stopping, Johnny only fucks into her faster, a shiver rushing through him at the thought of your eyes connecting with theirs, watching him ruin your childhood friend.

You grab a small cloth to rub some shampoo out of your eyes, not noticing the two in the room. You close the door and go to continue your shower until a moan cut through the air. Your brows furrow, wondering if you imagined it or if someone really did moan. Your question is answered as the moan is followed by a muffled shut up and you begin to focus on the glass, squinting to try and see who is making the noise.

Johnny growls lowly, his hand covers Sarah’s mouth, cupping it roughly as he fucks into her faster. His other hand slides between her and the counter before finding her swollen clit, rubbing it. Their eyes focused on each other’s as he rests his chin on her shoulder. He fucks and looks at her so intimately, more intimately than his own wife. Johnny’s thrusts become rougher and sloppier as he feels his end approaching. He had missed her sweet, tight cunt. Leaning forward, he whispers. “You better fucking take my cum and keep it in you while you are with my wife, I want to see it still there when I come into your room tonight. Understand, slut?” Sarah whimpers, fucking herself onto him as she nods.

Your eyes widen and tears immediately fill them as you see the figures through the glass. You had wiped some of the steam off only to see your husband fucking your best friend and your hand shoots up quickly to cover your mouth as you try and muffle the sob that tries to escape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away, no matter how much you wanted to. It was like watching a car wreck, you wanted to look away but no matter what your eyes would not stray. You felt sick, your stomach twisted and your heart broke. They didn’t seem to care that you were in the same room, that you could catch them at any moment. You DID catch them…

Johnny grunts, fucking deep into her soft cunt. He feels his tip twitch and his balls tighten, she felt like heaven to him. “I’m going to cum, babygirl. You gonna be a good girl and obey me?” She nods and he lets go, burying his cock deep inside of her, his cum spurting out and painting her walls white. His head falls back, cock still twitching as cum continues to leak from his tip, his hand still rubbing her clit as she cums around him, squeezing his thick cock with her tight walls. With a groan, he slides out of her and tucks himself away. “Good girl.”

Sarah spins around and smiles, she gets on her tippy toes and places a rough kiss on his lips, as though she was claiming what was hers. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. Johnny pulls back, smiling down at her with a look not even you had seen. With a wink, he leaves the bathroom and Sarah rushes to fix herself, trying to make it look like nothing happened while you sit broken on the shower floor.

You pull your knees close to your chest as silent sobs slip from your lips and your eyes close. You couldn’t get the image out of your head, them fucking and kissing was engraved into your brain. You don’t want to think about it, but you know deep down that this was probably not the first time, especially with how comfortable and familiar they already seemed with each other. Your throat clenches as the need to throw up hits you, you gulp as you try to stop it.

“Hey! You nearly done? We gotta get ready or we’re gonna be late!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the rushing water and the tower of thoughts filling your mind.

“Y–” You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the quiver that attaches itself to your voice. “Yeah!” You reply, not having the strength to say anything else. You watch through the glass as she leaves the bathroom, probably to get dressed or fuck your husband again. The thought causes another wave of tears to fall, how had your life turned upside down so fast? You quickly finish up, not daring to go close to the area they were. You could see there was some cum still on the floor and it had made you feel like throwing up again. You couldn’t bother with makeup at this point, you hurriedly got out of that room and into your bedroom.

You could hear the game on downstairs as well as Johnny’s shouts, so you guessed that he was down there and your supposed best friend was here, in your room… Where you sleep next to your husband, falling asleep to whispered, ‘I love you’s’. The clothes you had picked out for her were already on and showing off an extreme amount of skin. You could’ve sworn those clothes were bigger. “Finally! How do I look?” She turns, hands on her hips.

You had to pull yourself out of your thoughts when she spoke, you could feel yourself slipping. You swallow and nod your head. “...Great.” How were you supposed to act around her now? She was staying for the weekend, and it seemed they probably weren’t going to stop. Was this why Johnny hadn’t slept with you since your wedding? Your eyes widened as you thought back, you hoped your thoughts were wrong, prayed even. “Uh… I might have to cancel for tonight.” You cough, hands falling to your stomach as you put on your well–practiced sick face, you had to play it out that you felt sick. Which wasn’t really a lie… “I think I might’ve come down with something… Or the food I ordered last night might’ve not been so good…”

Sarah pouts. “Well, that sucks.” She looks down at her clothes. “I don’t really want this outfit to go to waste though, do you mind–?” You shake your head, wanting, NEEDING her to leave. If it were any other situation, you would’ve questioned her selfishness and lack of care, but it really just made sense on why she was fucking your husband. Your grip on your towel tightened as you held it closer to you, following her out as she leaves. You didn’t miss the way Johnny looked at her or how she smirked at him. Has it always been like this? Were you really that blind? You quickly utter a bye before hurrying past your husband without sparing him a look.

But you weren’t so lucky. “Aren’t you supposed to be going with her?” He had followed you, watching as you slipped your pyjamas on. You didn’t like him seeing you naked, not that you now knew you weren’t the only one. You hadn’t looked at him once, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I… I felt sick so she went herself.” You chewed on your bottom lip to the point it began to bleed, but before Johnny could see, you sucked your lip into your mouth. You crawled into your bed, suddenly feeling dirty as you peered down at it. Had he brought others into it? Was it tainted like your marriage? You quickly shook off the thought and laid down, curling into the mattress, and pulling the blankets closer to you. You needed to think and cry, you didn’t know what to do. Your life had just been flipped upside down and you had no one else, where would you go if you left him? Have other wives felt this? Had they stayed until they had things sorted or left and figured it out on the way? Johnny nods, shrugging before he leaves. How could he switch up so fast? You didn’t sleep with each other, but he still at least gave you a kiss or made it seem like he cared. Was it all an act until she got here? Or did he care but she had clouded his mind?

thank you for reading!

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needtoloveoutloud · 11 months ago

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Shadows Of Our Past, Present, and (possible) Future — Series

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My Hero Academia — Female!OC Fan Fiction on AO3

Part One (Completed — 93k words):

The one where Shota Aizawa stumbles upon a back alley full of stray cats and ends up adopting a child

“Fine, then a cat? We both know how much you love those little furry…things.” At this, Shota paused the game and turned to the pushy blonde next to him. “I actually have considered that.” “And?” “And: also, no. It makes no sense.” Hizashi looked almost scandalized. “Makes no sense?” “I made a pro and contra list.” “Of course you did.”

When underground hero Shota Aizawa, twenty-two years old, is out on patrol one Friday evening, he doesn't expect that a single meow from a cat would lead him to find a homeless girl called Yoru. From then on, Yoru and Shota grow up together, make mistakes together, and try to overcome every obstacle life throws at them.

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Part Two (Ongoing, regular updates — growing long fic — 565k words so far — READ PART 1 FIRST, PLEASE AND THANK YOU):

The one where Yoru Aizawa tries to navigate through life at U.A.

Two days after her fifteenth birthday, Yoru decides to drop the bomb on him. “I want to go to U.A.” “You want to go to U.A.” Her Dad puts the book he's been reading down on the glass balcony table. “Yes, I want to go to U.A.” She slumps down on the outdoor couch next to him, grabbing the discarded book. “What are you reading?” ‘A Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi — The classic guide to strategy ’. She raises an eyebrow. “Reading that for fun, huh?” “Why do you want to go to U.A.? You never cared much about heroes. Besides Edgeshot, that is.” Yoru smirks up at him. “What, jealous?” “As if.” “You know, even if they sold Eraserhead posters, I wouldn’t hang them up. It would be super weird.” “Good to know where your loyalties lie.” He rolls his eyes. “Back to the topic at hand, why do you want to go to U.A.? Because Shinso wants to go?” “No.” Pause. “Okay, that may be part of it. But I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I really want to go.” “That might be so, but you still neglected to tell me why you want to attend there.” Yoru plays with her hair, noting how it’s time for another hair cut when she finds some split ends. “I wanna be a hero.” Her Dad blinks. “A hero?” “Yes. Well, I want to help people and do some good with that shitty quirk of mine.”

When Yoru tells her Dad that she wants to attend U.A., she expects it to be a difficult path. She didn't expect all the awkwardness, blossoming friendships, confusing feelings, and near-death experiences, though.

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Please heed the warnings/tags (TWs in the author's notes of chapters where they apply to).

Also: because someone asked this before - you can read it as a reader insert if you want. I don't mind at all. Feel free to imagine yourself as part of the story. Just know that Yoru (the OC) will have descriptions of her visual appearance.

This story is a mix of:

Slice of life

Hurt/Comfort

Angst/Fluff

Humor

Dadzawa

SLOW BURN Romance — Enemies to Lovers (Bakugo x Yoru)

SLOW BURN Romance — EraserMic (but it's a subtle slow burn)

Growing up, coming of age (hopefully lol)

Teenage awkwardness

Mixed media (pictures, music, chat screenshots (later on in Part 2), etc. — chat screenshots will always have the written text below, to make it accessible for visually impaired folks or people who use screen readers)

and more...

Author: NoBecksPleaseNo on AO3

Please don't copy or plagiarize the work, the character, the premise, etc. Also, no cross-posting anywhere, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: Yoru's image is AI generated and then edited/adjusted by the author - I did not know better at the time of making that header picture, and will hopefully get around to re-designing the whole thing at some point. The other character images in the header are from Pinterest (besides the one of Present Mic/Midnight, that one's from the light novels) — unfortunately without a source. If you're the artist, and you're not okay with me using them, please message me and I will remove them. If you're the artist and are okay with me using them, please tell me, so I can credit you.

Besides the OC characters, I don't own any already existing characters from the My Hero Academia Universe — that honor belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.

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merrybloomwrites · 1 month ago

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When The Wolves Come Out (Chapter 8)

Story Summary: When Y/N gets hired to play drums for One Direction, the last thing she expects is to find herself as part of their pack. Especially since it seems that they don’t want her there. Only time will tell if they’ll accept her, or if the omega will have to deal with rejection from the others.

Chapter Summary: A week off means a flight out to LA and dates with each of your pack mates.

Previous Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Word Count: 4.3K

Tags/CW: omega verse, omega reader, alpha Harry, alpha Zayn, alpha Louis, beta Niall, beta Liam, poly, talks about physical intimacy

AN: Thank you for your patience with this! I wanted to make sure each date was given proper time and effort so it took a bit longer than expected. Hope you enjoy!

Shout out to @likeitcouldbelove for commenting that the five dates was giving Night Changes music video vibes, thus inspiring the header for this chapter

Also, I know absolutely nothing about Los Angeles so sorry if there are some details that don’t sound accurate 🙃

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The shrill ring of the alarm wakes you, and you’d be annoyed if it weren’t for the warm arm wrapped around your waist. Throughout the night, Niall and Liam had moved closer until Liam was spooning you and Niall was tucked into your front. This is definitely something you could get used to.

Unfortunately today's plans don’t allow for a slow and gentle wake up. One glance at the clock shows you have less than thirty minutes to be ready and waiting down in the lobby. Liam groans and instinctively wraps his arm tighter around you, and you smile at the warmth the gesture brings.

And then Niall rolls over, and promptly falls out of the bed with a thunk, effectively ruining the moment. He lets out a curse as he hits the floor, and you can’t help but laugh before checking on him.

“I’m fine,” he reassures. “Think my ego's more bruised than anything. Finally spend the night with a pretty girl and then make a fool of myself.”

“I mean, you started this incredibly early day with a laugh so I don’t think there’s much to be embarrassed about,” you reply.

“I like the way you think,” Niall says with a smile.

There’s a knock at the door and you hear Louis give you all a twenty minute warning. Realizing you’re cutting it close, the three of you get up and quickly take turns in the bathroom to get ready.

With roughly one minute to spare, you join the others gathered downstairs and are quickly led to the van. You end up in the middle of the back row, Zayn on one side and Louis on the other. Before the car is even in motion Zayn rests his head on your shoulder and falls asleep.

It isn’t long before your head is leaning on top of his and you’re dozing off as well. Unfortunately it is a very quick ride to the airport, and you’re woken up just a few minutes later. And then you see the crowd of people waiting outside.

“How the hell did they find us?” Louis asks.

“Dedication and a little bit of insanity always seems to work,” Harry quips.

“Is there a way for us to go to a different entrance to avoid the crowd?” Louis questions. “It’s not that I don’t want to see fans it’s just…” he trails off and looks at you and you realize what his reasoning is. The last time you’d been surrounded by fans had led to a bad drop. Clearly he doesn’t want that happening again.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. But stay close?”

“Of course,” he says, his voice soft but firm.

The van stops and you wait for a moment until security is ready to escort you. Liam, Harry, and Niall climb out and begin to walk into the airport, Harry putting a hand on each of the betas to keep them close.

Then Louis goes, and he waits outside the van for you to step out, Zayn following behind immediately. The two of them remain on either side of you, ensuring you’re protected. Even with them beside you, the yelling of the crowd and the occasional shoves set you on edge.

Thankfully it’s a short walk, and before you know it you're in a small private lounge waiting for the flight. Louis has kept his arm around you the whole time and now goes to pull away, but you instinctively shift closer to him.

“You alright?” He asks as he tights his hold again.

“Just need a minute,” you reply as you try to regulate both your emotions and your breathing. It doesn’t take long for you to feel better, and it’s clear why. The whole pack has surrounded you, keeping you safe while you’re feeling vulnerable, and releasing pheromones to calm you.

You give them all a smile to thank them and let them know you’re better. They move in for another group hug which you happily accept.

When they pull back you see Marcus, a member of management, looking and watching. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you’re wondering what he thought of that interaction. He gives you a nod of approval, and you feel conflicted.

You’d forgotten about Simon’s plan for you, and you realize that you’ve essentially played right into his hands. You now understand why the boys pushed back so much at the start. It feels terrible to be manipulated into something, for your personal life to be created by someone else.

For a moment it makes you want to pull away, to reject this plan that’s been crafted for you. But you’ve been happier the past few days than you have in years. The pack brings you joy like you’ve never experienced before. It would be terrible to throw everything away just as things are getting better.

You decide that you can’t let Simon ruin this. Fine, he might be getting what he wants, but so are you. You won’t deprive yourself of this just to spite him.

“Want some breakfast?”

You’re startled out of your thoughts by Harry offering you something wrapped in foil.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure. Just got lost in thought. What is that?” You ask, pointing at the food he’s offering.

“Bacon egg and cheese,” he replies, smiling when you accept the sandwich. It’s clear he feels the alpha need to provide, and something as simple as supplying food for an omega brings him a sense of peace and accomplishment.

You sit on a couch with Harry and dig in. You’d prefer Taylor Ham over bacon, and the bagel is mid at best, but you’re tired and hungry so it does hit the spot.

Harry sticks with you as you wait, and settles in the seat next to you on the plane. It’s a long enough flight to squeeze in a little more sleep so you rest your head against the window.

“I might be a little more comfortable than the glass,” Harry says. You don’t hesitate to accept his invitation. The two of you shift until you’re both comfortable, and you’re soon fast asleep.

You wake up just before landing, and you’d be surprised at how long you’d slept except you know the last few weeks of touring have exhausted you. It’s why you’re so excited to have the next week off. Plus, knowing that you’re going to be spending that week on dates with the boys is definitely an added bonus.

Even after landing Harry stays by your side, and asks if he can stay with you that night. You agree, but then notice Louis off to the side watching the two of you. You invite him to stay as well, but he turns down the offer saying, “We have our date tomorrow. Being apart will make the anticipation sweeter.”

The sincerity in those words catches you by surprise, since you’ve never heard him speak like that before. Maybe he really is a romantic.

Instead of Louis, Liam ends up staying with you and Harry. This system of rotating bedmates is nice, but you wonder if it’s sustainable long term. Maybe in the future you’ll all be able to get one big room and stay together. It’s a nice thought, and you fall asleep imagining the six of you all sharing space and resting together.

The next morning is a lazy one, and you chill with Harry and Liam before they leave to give you space so you can get ready to spend the afternoon with Louis. You have no idea what any of the dates will be, and you’re looking forward to them with nervous anticipation.

At exactly 3 P.M. there’s a knock at your door. Louis is standing there, flowers in hand, looking classy but casual in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt.

“These are for you,” he says, handing over the bouquet. You smile and thank him before stepping back into your room, finding a cup to fill with water and putting them in.

After grabbing your bag, the two of you head to the car that’s waiting. “You look beautiful,” he says while the two of you take the elevator down to the lobby. “I like your skirt,” he adds.

“Thank you! It’s actually a skort,” you inform him, cheekily lifting the skirt for a moment to show the shorts underneath. “I’ve been trying to convince management to let me wear these during the shows but they tell me I need to match the others and blend in.”

“That’s stupid. You should be able to dress how you want. Especially when you look this good in it.”

His comment makes you blush and you say, “For now, this look will be reserved for you and the boys.”

“Guess that’s not such a bad thing,” he replies with a laugh.

By now you’ve reached the car, and like a gentleman he opens the door for you. It’s a short drive and soon he’s opening the door once again to help you out. He points at the building where you’ll be going and your face lights up.

Of course you had theorized where the boys might take you, but you hadn’t even considered a cat cafe as an option. Your omega preens at this choice, since it clearly shows that Louis has been paying attention to you. You’d made an offhand comment the other day that as much as you love touring, you hate that it means you can’t get a pet cat. And now he’s taken you to spend the afternoon surrounded by your favorite animal.

You spend the next two hours cuddling and playing with all of the cats, and you feel so full of joy by the time you’re leaving. You and Louis walk to a restaurant down the street for dinner together. It's nice to get this chance to sit and talk, since you had been mostly distracted by the cats earlier.

You share stories about your lives, your families, how challenging yet fun tour life can be. Most importantly, you have fun. You’re truly enjoying this time with Louis. You’re learning how sweet and kind he is. The stories he tells of his little siblings warms your heart.

The two of you split dessert, Louis insisting you have the last bite. After a short drive you’re back at the hotel, standing outside your room.

There’s a brief moment of awkward silence, but then Louis asks, “Can I kiss you?”

It’s unexpected, but not unwelcome, and you quickly reply with a yes. Louis leans in slowly, his hands coming up, one to cup your cheek while the other rests on the side of your neck. His lips press against yours, gentle yet firm, and your hands automatically grip his shirt. He doesn’t take it any further, just presses another peck before pulling away.

“I’d ask you to stay the night, but I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” you say, your flushed cheeks supporting that statement. As much as you want him to stay with you, you’re not sure you could keep your omega under control. Because that kiss made your omega crave something you haven’t wanted in a long time.

“I agree,” Louis says as he shifts to give both of you room to breathe.

“I really had a great time with you today,” you say.

“I’m glad. I did as well,” he replies. “Who are you seeing tomorrow?”

“Niall. No idea what he’s planning. Should I be scared?” You ask.

“Oh, absolutely,” Louis answers, sounding serious but his face shows he’s only joking. “Can you wait here for a moment? I just want to grab something.”

You nod and he quickly ducks into his room, coming back a moment later with one of his soft shirts. “I scented this for you,” he explains, and you happily reach for it.

“Thank you,” you reply sincerely.

“You should get some rest. I’ll be right next door if you need me,” he says.

You lean in for another hug, and he holds you tight for a minute. It’s hard letting go, but eventually you do and you head into your room.

A warm shower helps you relax, and you slip on Louis’ shirt to sleep in. His scent surrounds you, and it doesn’t take long before you fall asleep.

The next date starts the same. Niall arrives in the afternoon, a gift of chocolates in hand, and he leads you down to the car, opening doors for you just as Louis had.

Now this outing, this you should have guessed. Because if there’s one thing you and Niall have in common other than music, it’s golf. So pulling up to a golf center is really no surprise.

“Would you rather start with mini golf, or driving range?” He asks.

“Definitely mini golf,” you reply, and the two of you make your way to the counter to get putters and balls. Though it takes a while to get through all 18 holes, you and Niall are having such a great time that it feels like it’s over way too fast.

After that, you both make your way to the driving range, Niall renting some clubs and a bucket of balls to hit.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” you admit.

“Give it a whack, I’m sure you’ll surprise yourself,” he encourages.

Doing just that, you hit the first ball off the tee, and it soars for a moment before falling flat, having barely gone a few yards. You let out a laugh and Niall joins in. That’s something you’re learning today, that spending time with Niall means a lot of laughter.

He gives you some pointers, and by the time the bucket is empty you’ve improved quite a bit.

“You’re a good teacher,” you say as you wait for your food at In-N-Out order to be ready.

“Thanks! You’re a good student. Bet there’s some other things I can teach you,” he adds with a cheeky wink, and you laugh again at the insinuation.

“I kid, I kid,” he says but you reply, “I wouldn’t say no to a kiss.”

“Really?” He asks.

“Really. I mean, not here. But uhm, Louis and I kissed last night,” you admit shyly. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

“No, not at all,” he replies, but before he can say more your order number is called. He grabs the tray and leads you to a picnic table in an empty area outside.

He picks up where he left off and says, “We all have physical relationships with one another, and we often break off into pairs or trios, but we also have times where all of us are together. So it’s definitely not a problem that you kissed Louis, and I’m sure all of us would love an opportunity to kiss you as well. But don’t ever feel pressured, okay? I mean it, don’t ever do something you don’t want. Even if the alphas are in rut and you think you should help them because you’re the omega, don’t do it unless you want to. We’re big boys, we can control ourselves and keep it in our pants.”

It’s quite a speech from Niall, and you’re quiet for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him about your history. Or lack of history.

He’s created a safe space, so you say, “I do want to be intimate with you guys. Eventually. But not yet. I’ve never… been with someone that way before.”

“And that’s totally okay. If, someday in the future, you want to go all the way with one or all of us, we’ll take care of you. Promise.”

“Thank you,” you reply, reaching out to hold his hand across the table.

“If you wanted I could tell the others. Or I can keep it a secret, whatever you want,” he says.

You think it over and answer, “You can tell them. I mean, I want them to know, but it’s kind of awkward for me to bring up.”

“Then I’ll make sure they’re informed. You can trust me.”

“I do,” you state.

It’s a surprisingly sincere conversation with the group's goofball, but you feel so much better getting everything off your chest.

After that, you go back to lighter topics while eating your dinner and making your way back to the hotel. For the second night in a row you find yourself standing outside your room facing one of the pack. Niall is a little more shy than Louis was and he has his hands in his pockets as he rocks on his feet.

He leans in for a quick kiss, his lips barely pressing against yours before he pulls back. You give him a reassuring smile and that seems to settle him. With renewed confidence he leans in again for another kiss and this one takes your breath away.

It’s over faster than you’d like, but still perfect. Just like the night before, night goes into his room and brings out a shirt he’d scented.

“I know beta scents aren’t very strong, but I did the best I could,” he says.

“It’s perfect,” you reply. His smell is subtle but definitely there and you can’t wait to slip this on after your shower.

You say good night to each other and you head to your room to get ready for bed. Snuggled in Niall’s shirt, you once again fall asleep quickly.

Meanwhile, Niall calls a meeting of the boys and explains the conversation you’d had over dinner. The others listen and agree with what Niall said to you. None of them will ever pressure you, and they’ll always go at your pace.

It’s a good thing they had this talk, because the next day you have to remind yourself that you’re not ready yet.

Rain in LA isn’t super common, but they do get the occasional dreary day. Today happens to be one of them. So instead of going out for your date with Zayn, you go to his hotel room for a movie marathon.

The two of you have a similar taste in movies, so you settle together on the bed to watch a few. For most of this, you’re tucked into Zayn’s side, his arm securely around you. He doesn’t say it, but you know he still worries about your touch levels. After all, you were going through touch deprivation just a week ago.

The room is filled with his delicious and comforting scent, and being pressed against him all afternoon has your omega wanting more. Zayn can sense this, and his inner alpha is telling him to take care of you, to please you. But that’s not what today is about. And he knows you’re not ready for that. So he tells his alpha to calm down and enjoy the cuddles.

It’s a chill day, and after traveling and two days of outings, you’re happy to just relax. He chose movies you’ve both seen before so you don’t have to pay attention to them. Instead you talk, about your families, about your hobbies, about anything and everything. Room service is ordered, and you eat at the table before settling back in bed for one more movie.

You can tell the evening is going to end soon, and it spurs you to act. Just before the movie ends, you turn to Zayn, your eyes meeting his and the energy shifting. Without words, he knows what you want, and leans down to connect his lips to yours.

The kiss is still sweet, even if it’s deeper than the ones you shared with Louis and Niall. He pulls away, still handling the situation and making sure you don’t lose control.

When the movie ends he gives you one of his shirts that’s doused in his scent, and you’re now fairly certain they all discussed doing this. He walks you to your room, making sure you’re safely inside with the door locked before going back to his own.

You’re more worked up tonight, and it takes longer to fall asleep, but eventually you do. And if you dream of being doted on by the others, well, they don’t need to know that.

During your date with Liam on Thursday, you’re grateful that your Wednesday date with Zayn was so relaxing. Because Liam chose the iconic hike to the Hollywood sign.

It’s a more strenuous activity than any of the others, but completely worth it. The view is fantastic, you and Liam get to talk throughout the entire hike, and he packed a picnic for the two of you to share at one of the lookout points.

There’s a moment where no one else is on the trail, and it’s just you and Liam. You stop walking, and he turns to you, his puppy dog eyes filled with confusion. You check one more time that you're alone before stepping closer, until you’re face to face with Liam. His eyes move to your lips, and you know he understands what you’re asking for.

He has to control his smile in order to lean in for a kiss, but you can still feel the way his lips can’t help but continue smiling. When you pull back both of you are laughing, grinning from ear to ear. The joy you’re feeling is practically pouring out of you, and you complete the rest of the hike with a new pep in your step.

Back at the hotel, Liam also gifts you a shirt, and having tired yourself out from the hike, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, his soft scent surrounding you.

Friday means it’s time for your last date, this time with Harry. You’re looking forward to it, especially since you have barely seen him for days. He must be feeling the same, because he knocks on your door nearly an hour early.

“Harry, hi! I’m not ready yet,” you say.

“Well you look perfect,” he replies, ever the charmer. He’s brought a bouquet of flowers, just as Louis had, and you add this batch to the others.

“I just need to finish my hair,” you explain. “You’re welcome to hang with me while I do that.”

Harry lights up, as though hanging with you is the best present on Christmas morning. Your omega preens at the attention, at the fact that an alpha simply wants to spend time with you. Once you’re ready, Harry reveals the plan for the afternoon: a tour of some art galleries, followed by dinner, ending with watching the sunset on the beach.

You’re not a huge art appreciator, so you’re pleasantly surprised how much you enjoy that activity. It probably has something to do with Harry, the way he’s by your side the whole time and excitedly explains the different art pieces you see.

Dinner is delicious, but you’re really looking forward to watching the sunset.

As someone from the East coast, it’s rare that you catch the sun setting over the water. It does not disappoint.

You and Harry find a somewhat hidden spot which allows for some privacy. The setting is perfect for a conversation, and you find yourself opening up about your past.

“In all the years you’ve toured, you’ve never dated or even had a hook up?” He asks.

“Nope! I toured with my pack. If anyone showed interest, Kevin and Joe took their alpha big brother roles very seriously. People were too scared to talk to me,” you explain with a laugh. “What about you, did you date at all before the band?”

Harry gets quiet, contemplative as he thinks about his answer.

“I did. A couple months after I presented I started courting an omega. Emily.”

“What happened?” You asked. You don’t mean to pry, but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“X factor happened. The band happened. I tried out, got put in One Direction, and just broke things off. I realize now how much that probably hurt her, how badly her inner omega must have suffered. I was a dumb sixteen year old, I was excited about the band. So when she said she was fine I believed her.”

“You can’t beat yourself up about that,” you say. “You were in a situation very few people can understand.”

“Still. I hurt her. And then I hurt you. And that’s not the guy I am-”

“I know you’re not,” you reassure.

“Thank you, for giving us all another chance. I know we messed up, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to do it right this time. We all are.”

“Well I’ve had a pretty perfect week with all of you, so I think I made the right choice.”

Harry beams brightly again, and you can’t help but lean in for a kiss. He’s caught off guard, but quickly realizes what’s happening and begins to return the kiss. It’s quick but passionate, leaving you breathless.

It starts to get chilly after the sun goes down, so you and Harry make your way back to the hotel. Just like all the others, he gives you a shirt doused in his scent.

He kisses you once more and says, “Sleep tight. Big day tomorrow.”

And it is. Your first official day spent with the entire pack. No work, no travel, nothing but quality time with all five boys.

After saying good night to Harry, you take some time to settle down. You’re excited for the next day, and every time you try to sleep you can’t help but imagine what you all might do together.

Finally, you manage to fall asleep, and you wake up Saturday morning rested and ready for the day ahead.

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AN: Thanks for reading! I’m excited to write how they spend their Saturday together!

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 : 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀-𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐒

as voting for the enha-files awards has commenced, we’re bringing you exclusive interviews with our talented nominees! up first, we had the pleasure of chatting with sru ( @bywons ) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⪩⪨ from their creative process to their thoughts on being nominated, get ready for an exciting look behind the scenes!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟏 ❜ you've been on enhablr for quite a while, what would you say has been your most rewarding moment in your journey through enhablr?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ for me, it would be the writing process and the support that comes through it all! whether through my moots or after it has uploaded through my readers, it really makes all the hardworking behind it worth it. sometimes the works don't do well, but that only pushes me to do even better the next time ^_^

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟐 ❜ if there is an enhablr blog, who do you look up to and why?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ frankly i do look up to all of my moots blogs, but if i had to choose one it would be @boyfhee aka caelin ! not only do i absolutely adore her writing style and flow of words, but also her unique ideas and off key plots like her smau 'take two' and her sim jaeyun oneshot, 'married under twenty five' which i think are quite interesting plotlines in enhablr, which i haven't come across a lot. caelin is truly one of my biggest inspirations !

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟑 ❜ if you could write only one genre for the rest of your life, which one would it be ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ thriller ! oh god that's one of my favorite genres, although i would dystopia but i find it a bit hard to come up with plots for that. i like thriller because it keeps on the edge of the seat, wanting for more and holding the suspense throughout which makes the rest of the audiences' experience memorable ! not only thriller as in horror fiction, but i do love it every subplot that it comes, if i could i would definitely write it the rest of my life as well as on enhablr TT ♡

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟒 ❜ with the many well written fics you have put out, do you have any method to plan your fics beforehand ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ well, whenever i get the idea for a fic, i just run to google docs and write out the first line that comes to mind, and then plan on the way of writing. i have noticed my ideas stay stagnant when i plan it somewhere or write it down— it just doesn't get to see the light of the day, i don't know why TT and with the frantic change of ideas of mine, i feel safer to lay them out on the go, so that nothing is disturbed !

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟓 ❜ we absolutely love the ideas of your fics! where do you find inspiration to write your fics ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ mostly from songs or looking at different photoshoots TT i try to find inspirations in lyrics of the songs, to get the vibe of it and interpret the meaning behind it, that's why you will find a lot of fics share the same titl as songs or their lyrics! and as for photoshoots, i also try to get the entire vibe of it to use it as headers of inspiration pictures in my fics !

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟔 ❜ aside from your nominations, which award from enhafiles awards would you have liked to be nominated for ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ firstly, im so so so grateful for the different categories that i have been nominated for, i definitely did not expect to be in 4 different categories ! im already every ecstatic to have been loved so much to be nominated, but who wouldn't want to be blog of the year, so maybe i would have liked to be nominated there ? but all in all, im so glad of the nominations and thank you guys for such an amazing and lovely event >_<

❨ behind the scenes ❩ we'd like to thank sru for taking their time to answer our questions! stay tuned for more interesting interviews with many writers from enhablr!

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th4rr · 2 years ago

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beautifulchris · 2 years ago

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fate brought us together again

a sequel to love die young

⤷ pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

⤷ genre: smau w/ a few written parts, fluff, angst, humor, romance, drama, college!au, exes to lovers!au

⤷ tw: will put them accordingly to each chapter but mostly swearing

⤷ synopsis: after spending two years abroad, you come back to the only college that accepted you; the same chris goes to

⤷ featuring: stray kids, loona's olivia hye, nct's mark, an oc, itzy's ryujin and yuna, enhypen's jake, p1harmony's intak… more to come

⤷ disclaimer: ignore the timestamps i have no time for this hhh; you might find typos despite my efforts so i apologize in advance; almost none of the pics used in this au are mine: © to rightful owners; none of this is meant to represent anyone in real life; this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only!

⤷ notes: header made by me. you don't have to read the prequel to understand but i would appreciate it if you did :)

updates: every other day, 8pm CET

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

taglist: @soobin-chois @raethethey open!

status: completed

started: 15/07 10/07 as a gift for 100 followers❤️

completed: 31/08

profiles — road trip adventurers | it wasn't me | extras

chapter one — coming back home

chapter two — first day

chapter three — who's y/n?

chapter four — new friends

chapter five — "you wish you were me so bad"

chapter six — senses are sensing

chapter seven — i've heard of him (lying)

chapter eight — i miss you

chapter nine — i have no fear.

chapter ten — team 60

chapter eleven — opportunities (w)

chapter twelve — don't start a battle you'll lose

chapter thirteen — sick joke (w)

chapter fourteen — what are friends for

chapter fifteen — revelations

chapter sixteen — friends? (w)

chapter seventeen — i hate you guys

chapter eighteen — down memory lane (w)

chapter nineteen — manzoned

chapter twenty — embrace (w)

chapter twenty one — go get your man (w)

chapter twenty two — chrizz

chapter twenty three — everybody else knew

chapter twenty four — double sense

chapter twenty five — fate

epilogue (w)

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luveline · 2 years ago

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Oh my gosh Zombie!steve holds a special place in my heart. Please write more for this Drabble series

thank you for reading!! steve zombie!au —you and steve reunite after a morning apart. 1k, fem!reader

Steve's sitting by the fire unawares when you drape the spare blanket over his shoulders. His hair, wet from a quick scrub in the stream, has soaked the collar of his shirt. The blanket is a welcome warmth, your doting moreso.

He puts his makeshift bookmark between the pages of his book and follows your face as you sit with him. The apocalypse and subsequent lack of movies has turned him into a bookworm through necessity. He worries about things too much if he has nothing to do, and lately that's always the case.

"Hello," you say, crossing your legs. Your knee bumps into his. "Sorry. Hey. What chapter are you on?"

He flips the pages until he finds the chapter header. "Chapter twenty five."

"You're getting quick," you say.

It's weird to him that after so many confessions, days spent in one another's arms, nights laying between each other's thighs, you still hesitate sometimes before touching him. You know how much he loves you, and you waver.

"We could start reading them together again."

"I go too fast." Your eyes widen in recognition. "But you're quicker now."

He doesn't mind missing the last few lines of each page if it means you'll lean your head against his arm for a couple of hours every night. Your breath warms his collarbones. Your cheek soft and smushed to his rigid shoulder.

"Way quicker."

He thinks you're beautiful. It might be hurtful to say you aren't everyone's type, and it's not that he felt he had to warm to you before you became his type or anything, but you have something about you that he loves. Maybe it's purely the way you smile at him, that silly devotion poorly smothered (that he hopes you'd find reflected by him), or maybe it's your eyes. Maybe it's the way you speak to him, half the time like you're worried he won't talk back, and the other half like you're the same person thinking all the same things. He's hungry for every thought you have.

Beautiful, and he loves you. Steve couldn't be more sure about it, and everyday it gets worse. He wonders if it'll ever stop, or if one day he's going to wake up next to you and choke on air, astounded by the chances of it all. How did you manage to find him? What luck was it of his to get to keep you despite his bad behaviour? He knows he was never as kind as he should've been to start with.

He looks at you and he thinks, Fuck, she's pretty.

Steve tosses his book down into the packed dirt and just stares at you. You look back unabashed for a handful of seconds he savours.

"Do I have something on my face?" you ask.

"No," he murmurs. "You're just beautiful."

Your eyebrows thread together at the starts, a wrinkle creasing the skin between them. You don't believe him, your lips puckering into a small frown.

"Why do you say stuff like that?" you ask.

"I really, really think it's true. That's why. I can't not look at you without thinking about it. Even when we're dirty and starving and smell like hot garbage," he says, shrugging gently. "You're beautiful."

"You've been reading too many romance books."

"I get that it sounds weird," he says. "Doesn't make it less true. You're beautiful."

"That's enough," you say with a grin. "Stop. If Eddie hears you saying that he'll make fun of you forever."

Steve gives you a fake shove. "Sorry, I'm confessing my love and the first thing you bring up is my arch nemesis?"

You wince though he's only kidding, more than aware of his Eddie Munson related jealousy. You both talk about everything without punches pulled these days, and you've assured him he's the only one for you, but he'd quite like to hear it again.

"Sorry, that's my bad," you say, shuffling closer to him. You put your arm behind his back and kiss his shoulder, warmth unfurling from the contact despite the shirt and blanket between it. "I think you're handsome, too, but you know that. Beside the fact that I'd never really been naked in front of someone before, those early days were torture for me 'cus I thought you were, like, the handsomest guy I went to school with."

"Just school?"

"No," you mumble, crossing your free arm over his stomach, nestling yourself under his arm. "Handsomest guy ever."

He dips his head to touch his nose to the top of your head.

"I love you," you say, scrunching his shirt in your hand.

"Yeah, I love you, too. How was work?"

"Bah. How was your day off?"

Steve likes getting time off at camp, but it's pointless when you're not off with him. "Wasted. Missed you stupid, helped out with the kids at lunch anyways, spent the rest of it on that shitty book."

"It's no good?" you ask.

He loves your voice. It shoots through him like a spark, your genuine, lilting concern.

"Shit. I don't think I wanna finish it."

"Skip to the end and go get a new one," you suggest.

He closes his eyes and breathes in the smoky air of the campsite. You have this effect on him —of many— where you can quieten a hectic place. You sit down next to him and suddenly he's not sitting a ways off from the fire in the middle of the Michigan woodland, he's with you. Plain and simple.

"I will."

"Maybe I can help you vet some? Make sure you get one you enjoy this time. Or we can trade some of our credits for a new pack of cards. I'll teach you how to play speed."

"After you tricked me into being bad at gin rummy? Nah, you're okay."

You force his head up as you lift your own, pinning him with your tender gaze. "You like losing. You do, you always say I have to kiss it better."

He's a simple man. A kiss from his girl is all he needs. "Maybe we should get a pack of cards," he says smugly.

You shake your head at him, but you're beaming.

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