#I started it at maybe 2am and knew if I didn’t finish it before I went to sleep then I wouldn’t

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Wonho Imagine

After a long week filled with dance practices, promotions, music show performances, interviews, tour preparations and working out Wonho was exhausted. Coming home to his quiet apartment was nice but also felt lonely. He missed his group members so much but there was nothing he could do about that now.

He did enjoy his own songs and choreography though. And he got his own personal stylist. He remembers when he first saw you, you were so shy and embarrassed having to put makeup on him and making his abs look amazing. Always so flustered when he didn’t have his shirt on. He smiled, he did have a small crush on you but something like that would never work out.

Walking through his apartment he dumped his stuff on the couch and continued on to the bathroom. He stripped to take a cold shower, trying to cool off and calm his thoughts. His mind was a jumbled mess from preparation for his performances next week. He got into the shower, letting the water run down his body and he tilted his head back to soak his hair.

“That’s it. That feels great.”

Wonho started his shower by shampooing his hair. Then he started to clean the rest of himself, rinsing all the soap and water off at the same time. He turned off the water when he got done, grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around his waist. He walked to the mirror to start his skin care routine, and take his vitamins. Brushing his teeth while humming one of his songs, combing through his hair with one hand (he would let it dry naturally). Then he headed back to the front of his apartment to grab his stuff and put everything away where it goes. He had a couple days off now and he was going to thoroughly enjoy it.

Then his thoughts wandered to you. What would you be doing? Since he had days off, so did you (one of the perks of being his personal stylist). He laughed at himself for thinking of you when he should be trying to relax. After putting all his things away he went to sit on the chair in his room next to the doorway where nobody could see him or peek through any doors or windows.

See, he kind of had more than a crush on you. Sometimes it made him react…sexually. He checked once more to make sure there was nobody around or in his apartment with him. He turned on some of his favorite songs to drown out any sounds he might make and made sure the doors were locked, lights off. He sat back down on the chair and slowly took the towel off, leaving it on the floor (it wasn’t going to walk away, he’ll pick it up later).

Leaning back in the chair and slouching slightly, he grabbed a bottle of lube to make sure he had plenty of moisture. Rubbing the lube together in both hands, he reached down and grabbed himself with one hand, the other hand fondling his chest. Starting off slow, the hand on his dick gently moved up and down the length. Pausing every so often to play with the slit at the top, spreading leftover lube and pre-cum over his tip. He started to speed up a little, his grip a little tighter. He could feel a knot forming in his stomach but he wouldn’t get done with this so easily. He let go of his member and went down further to jiggle his balls, squeezing them. His other hand was still on his chest, pinching and tweaking his nipple until it hardened. He bent his head down and put his mouth over his man boob, sucking on it and grazing his teeth over the very tip of his nipple.

“Mmhn”

He let his nipple go with a wet pop, licking his lips after. Then the hand that had been fondling his chest moved to grip the back of the chair for support. Wonho put his right hand back on his cock, spreading his legs out so he can play with his cock and balls at the same time.

Stroking himself hard and fast, he could feel the buildup of pleasure in his abdomen, causing him to increase his speed again. Thank god he turned some music on so the neighbors/anyone visiting other apartments couldn’t hear how lewd he was right now. The sound of wet skin slapping against more wet skin filled the area, and he felt his cheeks heat up as he became more turned on.

He was thinking about you now. How great you would look sitting on his lap, bouncing up and down on his dick. He bit his lower lip, moaning again.

“Hmhh, mmn, haa”

Wonho started to thrust his dick into his hand, faster as the feeling of release was closer now. He gripped his cock, thrusting until his arm started to go numb. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, running down into his mouth. He thought about what kind of face you would make if he came inside you, trying to coax his body to let him cum.

“Come on already, I’m waiting..”

Thrusting into his hand didn’t seem to be working, so he grabbed the pillow from his bed and wrapped it around his throbbing cock. Holding the pillow on the sides he pretended he was holding your hips, guiding them up and down his dick. Rough thrusts into his pillow while squeezing the outside seemed to work. He kept that up until he could feel himself about to cum, then threw the pillow onto the floor and finished himself off with his hands.

“Aagh, aah, haagh-aa, umf, AAH! Ugh, mmhn, oh, oh god yes!” His head tilted back so it touched the top of the chair, butt lifted off the seat, and thrusting so fast he thought he might break his dick Wonho milked himself. Cum was all over the floor, the chair, his dick, balls, hands and feet. He was seeing stars, his cock finally calming down and just white spurts of cum came out, some of it landing on his abs or his cheek. Then his dick went limp in his hand. He slowly removed his hands from his cock and balls, strings of cum connecting his hands to his nether region. Carefully bending over to grab the towel from the floor, he walked into the bathroom to put this towel in the laundry bin and grab a new one. He washed his hands, then cleaned his dick and balls, drying everything off after. After washing his hands again he walked back out into his bedroom to put the pillow in the laundry as well. He was actually pretty satisfied with the outcome of this session, and checked his phone before he got into bed to make sure there weren’t any missed messages from anyone. He confirmed that there weren’t any messages, voicemails or emails from anyone that he had to pay attention to right now, then crawled into bed before his legs gave out. As soon as he put his head on the other pillow he was asleep. And he had a nice sexy dream about his personal stylist too.

[taeraemisu]

can you hear me? ; hanbin zb1

synopsis ; in which reader thought they were crazy when they start to heart a certain voice in their head, finding out their soulmate is universes away from them.

genre ; somewhat soulmates au, fluff but angst, different universes, the classic you-can-hear-your-soulmates-voice-in-your-head au

pairings ; hanbin x reader

word count ; 1.5k words

requested ! can be found here

a/n ; it’s been so long since i have written something how are yall doing :’)

reality 831 . .

you slumped on your chair, groaning. the assignments never end. day after day, you were constantly staying up till 2am in attempts to finish up your work. you were getting barely two hours of sleep, that is not healthy at all.

you glanced at your phone sitting beside the papers spread all over your desk. 2:53am.

that’s a new record.

you stretched your arms around. you told yourself to finish one more assignment and then take a break. classes doesn’t start till 8am for you so you still have a little time to squeeze in an hour worth of sleep.

you sat up straight, picking up your pencil and went back to staring at your brightly-lit laptop. you kept reading the same words over and over again, your eyes kept dropping every second. you fought against yourself, trying to stay awake. but—

‘hello? can you hear me? is this working?’

you instantly snapped your eyes open. what the hell?

that was not your own thoughts, was it? were you that tired that you were starting to hallucinate the sound of your own thoughts? you shook your head, snapping your laptop shut. you needed a break.

you lay down on your bed, too tired to think when—

‘is this too late … are you asleep?’

you opened your eyes. that voice, again. there was no way it was just a hallucination at that point, right?

‘why is my luck so bad, do i seriously have no soulmate?’

“soulmate?” you whispered to yourself. how was that possible? at that point, you knew that voice was not your own. it was a sweet, melodic voice. for a moment, there was silence. and you wished the voice came back. it was so soothing, so calm. a few seconds of him speaking could put you to sleep for a lifetime.

‘hello …?’

there was no response so you gave up. maybe it was just your tiredness. you have been sleeping rather late—

‘you heard me.’

‘so let me get this straight, soulmates exist?’

‘yes..? did you not know? it’s literally all everyone talks about.’

you finally figured out the tiny voice in your head, and for the first few weeks, you thought you were crazy. no one else had a voice claiming to be their soulmate, yet why was a strange little voice trying to convince you that he was yours?

‘soulmates don’t exist.’

‘i wouldn’t be talking to you if they didn’t.’

you scrunched your nose. you were on the bus, heading home and anyone looking at you would have thought you were crazy. you were making different facial expressions on your face. and you had a voice talking to you in your head.

insane.

‘i have never heard anyone talking about this before.’

‘really? it’s the one thing my parents have always been talking about. i have been trying for years and it finally worked.’

you tilted your head. maybe you should ask your own parents.

the bus came into a halt and you realised it was your stop. you quickly got up from your seat and got off the bus stop, still skeptical about this whole thing. he had a nice voice, you would give him that.

‘i must be crazy, there is no way this is real.’

‘i am real, i swear!’

reality 832 . .

‘yn, let’s meet!’

the both of you have been talking for over a month now. hanbin has slightly convinced you that soulmates do exist and that he is one hundred percent real, but you were still skeptical of everything.

so what better way to convince you than meeting up?

hanbin got no response, did he scared you away?

‘yn..?’

‘meeting up? you are crazy, sung hanbin.’

your laughter echoed around his head. he smiled at your reply. he had only been hearing your voice for the last month and he never knew he could be smitten from the sound of your laughter. he would gladly choose to hear just your laughter for the rest of his life.

‘what if we are living in different countries? do you not think?’

‘i work at ludia cafe, do you know that place?’

there was a moment of silence and hanbin was afraid he had scared you away. maybe you were looking up the cafe right now, maybe you both were actually living in different countries—

‘i live near there.’

hanbin immediately beamed and gathered his things. he could not wait to meet you.

‘can’t wait to see you.’

hanbin stood outside the cafe, looking around. he had no idea how you looked like, but he was sure that if he heard your laughter for even a second, he could recognise you right away.

his heart skips a beat whenever he spot a a figure approaching him, but his heart plummets when he realised it was not you.

‘hanbin, are you playing with me right now?’

‘no, i am waiting outside the cafe.’

it was silent for a few minutes. what happened to you?

‘are you sure you are outside?’

hanbin nodded even though no one else was around him to see it.

‘positive.’

‘i am outside right now and i see no one.’

hanbin found it odd. he was outside too but there was no one standing around besides a stray cat mindlessly walking around.

‘the bright blue sign of ludia is staring right at me—‘

hanbin’s eyes widen when he heard that. blue? he looked up to the signage above him. it was purple.

‘what? are you at the wrong place? the sign is purple.’

hanbin looked around. maybe you were colour blind? yet, there was no one else on the streets besides him.

‘what? there is a banner right in front of the store. they have hamster decorations all over the place—‘

hanbin tilted his head. that was literally the cafe he works at. it was as if you both were standing at the exact same spot, but at different points of time.

‘—and they have a poster of strawb—.’

‘—strawberry latte.’

hanbin finished your sentence and that is when it finally dawned on him.

you weren’t from his reality.

reality 831 . .

‘so your reality has soulmates, but mine doesn’t?’

‘seems like so.’

you pouted. why were you stuck in the boring reality?

‘that’s no fun.’

hanbin’s chuckle bounced around your head and you swear you could just faint at any moment. you wished you could just record his voice and keep it on replay for the rest of your life.

‘yet, how are you talking to me? shouldn’t you be talking to your soulmate?’

‘i guess i already am.’

you laid down in your bed, thinking. you and hanbin had tested the theory out, you both went to the same places over the past few weeks and you finally confirmed one thing.

hanbin is from a different universe.

it explained a few things, like how there were small differences between the places you both went to ‘together’. or how in his universe, the idea of soulmates actually exists while in yours, it was just a mere fantasy.

yet you both found each other.

though it was fun to talk to him, the fact you could not physically meet him frustrated you. he is your soulmate, yet how are you guys universes apart?

‘hanbin, i need to study right now. i can’t talk to you.’

you could imagine hanbin pouting and you had to resist the urge to tell the whole universe apart just to go over and see him.

‘i can still talk to you..’

‘i need to focus.’

it was silent for a moment before hanbin came back again.

‘okay, see you yn.’

reality 832 . .

hanbin pouted when he didn’t hear a response from you. even though he was so glad that he finally connected with his soulmate after so many years, yet, why did you have to be living so far away?

‘yn, are you there?’

no response.

‘can you hear me?’

he started to notice your replies were getting shorter and shorter. and you would go days and weeks without saying a word. what happened?

‘hanbin.’

hanbin almost leapt out of your seat when he finally heard your voice. it’s been weeks, where have you been?

‘what happened? were you busy with school?’

no response for the next few minutes and hanbin panicked again. oh no, were you going to disappear again?

‘can you hear—‘

‘we should stop this.’

hanbin blinked slowly. what? stop what?

‘this. us talking. it’s not.. good.’

his mouth went dry while he started to pace around his room. you were his soulmate, you both never physically even met. you both physically cannot ever meet.

‘what—‘

‘we don’t live in the same universe. we are so far, i cannot spend the rest of my life trying to talk to my soulmate through the voice of my head.’

hanbin stood still. it’s true, he has been thinking about it for a while. but, you were his soulmate. even if you both were universes apart.

‘i’m sorry hanbin. if only life gave you a better soulmate.’

‘that’s not true!’

hanbin protested but he heard no response.

‘i will find you yn, trust me on this. maybe there’s a yn that exists in my universe. maybe there’s a hanbin in yours. we can talk lesser! just don’t stop talking to me?’

you didn’t respond and hanbin ruffled his hair. he wanted to hear you for one last time. he would do anything to hear you again.

‘yn, can you hear me?’

your voice never came back.

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[chaotic-on-main]

sky my lovely!!! first off congratulations you absolute sweetie pie!! so deserved and I cant wait to watch you grow more <3

second!! im sliding a $5 across the ice cream truck counter very suavely to order a pralines and cream with hot fudge (my absolute favorite!!) I'm thinking awkward unspoken feelings friends to lovers type thing?? like how long can we ignore that we woke up in each others arms??? AGH okay I love you mwah mwah thank you

Order up!! One pralines and cream with hot fudge for Mars!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event

☾ Pairings ➼ Megumi Fushiguro x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, expletives, one bed, friends to lovers (almost), modern au

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Mars!! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I may be a Levi girly, but I gotta admit I had a lot of fun writing this. I definitely did not start this at 2am and decided to stay up til 5am to finish it. I'm queueing this up though, worry not. Also I realized last minute you might have wanted more of the aftermath of waking up in each other's arms so if you would like a second part to this, please let me know?? I wouldn't mind, as I have something in mind that could work. But if I had continued, it would have easily been over 5k words and I need to work on other requests LMAO.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

It would figure with your shitty track record, everything and their mother would do anything in their power to stop you from reaching your destination – your hometown. Due to traffic, multiple car wrecks, and now what felt like the heaviest thunderstorm known to man – you find yourself sitting behind the wheel 9 hours into what should have been a 7 hour drive. And according to the GPS display on the dash, you’re still a couple hours away from where you’re supposed to be.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the steering wheel in distress. The rain comes down in sheets, making the wipers work overtime just to give you a few seconds glimpse at the road ahead. You sat in silence because you had turned the radio off a few miles back so you could focus. A cough to your right startles you and it takes everything within you to not swerve off the road.

“Shit! Megumi, what the fuck.” You hiss, pressing your hand to your chest in a means to calm your beating heart.

“I just coughed, calm down.” Your black haired companion mumbles, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well excuse me for trying to keep us alive. If you couldn’t tell, there’s a lot of shit happening outside.” You scowl. In your high-strung concentration, you completely forgot about your best friend sitting in the passenger seat. He’s the whole reason why you’re even going back home in the first place.

One of his friends from high school is getting married back in the hometown where you all grew up. You knew of this friend by association, but that was it. You didn’t even know Megumi back then, even though you went to the same school as him. You had actually met him at the local community college before both getting opportunities in the same city post-graduation. Now that you think back on it, Megumi has been your roommate for as long as you remember.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to help him when his car decided to take a shit, offering to drive him at the very last minute. You suppose you could have let him just borrow your car, but you were persistent to drive him yourself. You told yourself it was to make sure your car got there and back in one piece. Part of you tells yourself you’re a liar.

Megumi calls your name.

“What?” You squint your eyes, as if that would help you see what was out the blurry windshield.

“Let’s just pull off and get a motel somewhere. This storm is not letting up and it’s already so late. You need a break.”

“I promised to get you there. So I’m doing that.” You frown at the possibility of failing him.

“You’re not breaking that promise by pulling off for the night. We’ll just get up early tomorrow and head straight there.” Megumi insists.

“We’re only a cou-“

“Pull off on the next exit or I’m grabbing the steering wheel from you.” He cuts in wryly.

“Then we’d both be dead, is that what you want?” He doesn’t say anything to that. When you take a second to glance over, you’re met with a slight scowl.

“Ugh, FINE.” You get into the left lane and slow down, waiting for the next exit to come up.

.

Fortunately for you two, there are plenty of places to stay in the little area you pull off into. Unfortunately, every place you call has no vacancies due to this time of year except for a dinky little motel way down the road. It wasn’t your first choice, and you had even offered to drive down to the next exit to find something else. Megumi points out the next exit wasn’t for another 30 miles, so the dinky little motel it was.

“If I get murdered in my sleep, I want you to know it was all your fault.” You mutter to Megumi as you rip open the office door, dripping wet from just a few seconds of being out in the pouring rain.

“You can stay in the car then. It’ll save you money.” He mumbles back quietly.

“Pft, whatever.” You turn your focus to the clerk sitting at the front desk, currently blowing bubbles with chewing gum and scrolling through her smartphone. She doesn’t look up.

“Uh- excuse me?” You call out. She still doesn’t acknowledge you or your friend.

Megumi goes up to the counter and slaps a hand down onto the linoleum covered counter. The clerk jumps up, eyes wide in shock. It takes a moment for her to register there are two customers waiting for her.

“Can I help you?” She says, her tone drenched with boredom.

“Yeah, two rooms please.” Megumi says, holding up two fingers – his ring and pinky.

“Let me see.” The clerk says. She puts her phone down to click around the computer in front of her. She types a few things in, clicks around, then flickers her eyes above the screen to the two of you.

“We only have one room left.” Her monotonous voice was really starting to grate at you.

“Does it at least have two beds?” You ask, annoyance slipping into your voice.

You’re met with a shrug and a pop of bubble gum. You take a step forward, feeling the heat of your frustration simmering. Megumi holds his arm out across your chest and holds you back.

“We’ll take it, thanks.” With that, Megumi pays for it and is handed the keys in turn.

“Check out is 11am. Thanks for staying with us, or whatever.” The lady says, waving her hands dismissively before going back to her phone. If you weren’t so drained, you would have thrown yourself over the counter at her. Maybe it was due to being so drained that you were thinking of doing something so feral. Instead, you take a deep breath and follow Megumi out the door.

The rain still comes down in sheets as you and Megumi rush to grab the bags from the trunk and book it up to the second floor where the room you were staying in lies. Much to your ever growing irritation, the motel in question is one of those that have the open walkways, only the guardrail and overhang serving as protection. Not like it matters anyways, because the rain starts blowing at an angle and pelts you in the face as you struggle to make it to the room.

Your boiling pot of anger threatens to spill over when you stumble into the room behind Megumi to find that there weren't two beds – in fact there was only one. The smallest queen you had ever seen. In the grimiest looking motel room you have ever seen. Dropping your bag to the floor, you groan in frustration.

“That lady sucks.” You rub your face with both hands, pulling your cheeks down and staring over to Megumi. He’s grabbing some extra blankets and a pillow from the storage closet by the bathroom. “What are you doing, ‘Gumi?”

“Getting my spot on the floor ready.” He mutters without looking over to you. After tossing the bedspread onto the floor, he heads to the bathroom. You bound over to him quickly, only to have the door shut in your face.

“Like hell you will. Take the bed, I’ll get the floor.” You shout over the hardwood. He doesn’t respond. Instead of being a normal person who would just wait over the by the bed, you slam your fists into the door.

“You’ve been driving all day. You deserve the bed more than me.” You hear him say, muffled. You stare at the faded, thin carpet under your feet. It’s a dark burgundy, littered randomly with even darker spots. Perhaps it had been a bright red at one point?

“That floor looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the 90s. Why don’t we just…” You trail off as Megumi opens the door, coming face to face with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so close. You notice he had changed into dry pajamas, though you’re not sure how he did it so quickly. Nor did you see him bring clothes in with him. You must be really tired.

“Why don’t we just what?” A black eyebrow raises at you in curiosity.

“..Just share the bed.” You mumble under your breath. Turning on your heel, you head over to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

“Do what?” Megumi follows you, frowning slightly. He hadn’t heard you.

“Share the bed.” You say louder, not looking his way. In all the years you both had been roommates, sharing a bed was something that had never come up. It wasn’t needed, for obvious reasons.

“I mean, if that’s okay with you.” He replies back coolly. Your eyes snap up to his, and notice he’s watching you anxiously despite his tone.

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion.” You raise your hands up in defense, puffing your cheeks out.

“No, I think it’s the smartest choice we have.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Postive?”

“Just go change into dry clothes, dummy.” He rolls his eyes and walks past to his side of the bed. You trill your lips as you push yourself off the bed and into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of pajamas out of your small bag.

You find yourself on your side facing the wall about 10 minutes later. Megumi is tucked under the covers behind you, facing the window you suspect. It’s quiet bar for the ticking of the analog clock on the wall above the tv by the front door. Before getting into bed, he had made sure to lock every lock available to him.

‘Triple reassurance.’ He had said.

You roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. That thought from earlier today about why you were so insistent on driving him surfaces to the top of your mind. You turn your head to where Megumi currently lies, his back to you confirming your assumption from before. His black hair pools around his pillow. You think you’re the only person who has ever seen his hair down from his normal spiky style.

“’Gumi?” You whisper over to him. You’re met with silence, which means he must have fallen asleep. Exhausted from the drive today, sleep comes to you just as easily. Your last thought before falling into pitch black nothingness is Megumi's stupidly cute smile.

.

When you wake, you don’t open your eyes right away. You can already tell the sun must be up by the way your eyelids tint pink. Your eyes flutter open and you blink hard a few times to reorient yourself. An ugly navy striped wallpaper glares back at you. Where were you?

You take a second to think. That’s right, you and Megumi had stopped at a motel last night to shelter from the storm for the evening. A small gust of air blows down your neck and it takes everything in you to not jump up and out of bed. Something cinches over your waist and pulls you close and your eyes widen. Wait, Megumi.

Carefully, you slide your hand down to what was around your waist and a breath hitches in your throat. It’s an arm, and not just any arm. It belongs to Megumi – solely based off the fact he was the only one in the bed with you.

By the depth of his breaths, you can tell he’s still sleeping. Good, you think to yourself. Maybe you can move his arm off you gently and not wake him. However, when you go to wrap your fingers around his wrist, he digs his face into your hair and sighs softly. He’s pulling you in closer too, and this is where you’re drawing the line.

“U-uh Megumi.” You say. Your voice is crackly with the lack of moisture.

His breathing steadies out, and suddenly you feel him stiffen up behind you. Slowly, he pulls away and the sadness that comes with the absence of his body heat hits faster than you would have cared to admit.

“S-Sorry.” He mutters behind you, his own voice thick with sleep.

“No, it’s okay.” You squeak out. Pulling yourself out of the covers, you grab your bag and practically run to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You don’t come out for another 30 minutes, deciding to take a quick shower to calm yourself down. A few mental arguments later, you feel you can face him. This needed to be talked about. You wanted to talk about it. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open. When you walk out, however, you see Megumi dressed and ready to go by the door, his bag in hand.

“There you are. Ready to head out? If we leave now, we can make it for the rehearsal lunch.” He looks up from his phone that he must have been scrolling on while waiting.

“I-yeah. Megumi, listen-“ You stop with your mouth open, ready to say what you had rehearsed in the steamed up bathroom mirror. But nothing comes out. Instead, you pinch your lips together and give him a nod. “Yeah. Let’s go."

TBH I don't know of any other JJK moots. So if you see this and wanna be tagged in my next JJK fics, please comment to let me know?? Thank you! (I will tag @romantichomicide95 tho because I know she's a Megumi girly)

[elisa20beth]

A Night to Remember

pairing: Jess McCready x Reader

warning: refrences to a fem presenting!reader, alcohol, smoking. Also written at 2am so that obviously requires a warning in itself Notes: your honor, I love her. Also I'm majorly late the A League of Their Own party so I highly doubted people will see this. Crossing my fingers for more Jess content S2, esp. Jess and Lu!!!

fluff, fluff, fluff

word count: 1.5k

summary: Reader decides to sneak out to a gay bar for the first time. Unfortunately Jess sees her and follows her there. Words are exchanged and they realize maybe nothing is impossible...

You press your ear against the door as you wait for the creaky floors to quiet down as Beverly brushes past your door. You look down at your watch; 10:00 at the mark. Ever since you almost got caught being out past curfew, you vowed to never do it again, making sure to always wait exactly 30 minutes post-curfew before stepping outside your room, Beverly’s snores posing as a quiet melody of reassurance. Right as you heard her door close, you pushed away from the door, striding over to your armoire, where your (f/c) dress was hanging in front. You start to slip out of your satin pajamas as you nervously glance over to the dress.

What if something goes wrong or what if someone finds out, your mind runs. 

You can't risk getting your secret out, not with your baseball future at risk. You finish buttoning up the dress as you turn around to face the mirror. You smooth out non-existent wrinkles as your eyes rake over your image. The small white scalloped collar stood stark from the dark buttons and belt but coordinated perfectly with the pleated skirt, ending just below your knees. 

Taking a deep breath, you move to sit on your bed, rolling your stockings up, pausing as you see your roommate move in her sleep. You slowly get up and move over to the small table at the end of the bed. Choosing a lipstick to match a perfect outfit. If you look good, then you’ll feel good, at least that's what your Ma always told you.

You pick up your handbag as you slowly twist open the metal doorknob. Sliding out into the dark hallway, you glide down the stairs, stepping into the non-squeaky areas of each step. You stop in front of the last obstacle; the loud front door. You hesitantly reach out for the ornate door knob and slowly twist it. Opening the door enough, you quietly slip out and speed up to a brisk walk out into the open world. But even through all your planned and careful actions, you fail to notice the figure leaning on the porch fence, smoking a cigarette. 

As you walk past the shed, you turn around to glance at the place you've called home for the last month. The home of the Rockford Peaches. Being a part of the team gave you a sense of confidence you didn’t have before, even though it wasn't as high as your teammates like Greta, Jo, or Jess. 

Jess. You didn’t know when it started. Was it when you heard her complain about screwing up at the try-outs that first night, or when you bonded over Beverly’s strict rules, or when you saw her ferocious mindset the first time you saw her? All you knew was that when you started to fall, you fell hard and fast. You had never felt like that before. Maybe the occasional pretty girl who caught your breath at school back home, but nothing like this. You couldn't let yourself live like this any longer, keeping it a secret for so long. You didn't know if you were doing this for her or yourself but you couldn't let yourself quit now. So you turned around, with a new sense of confidence as you marched towards the safe haven to figure out who you were.

…

Jess looked up to the sound of the front door softly closing, moving her eyes towards your figure, all dolled up. She’d always find a bit of fun in teasing you, enjoying how meek you would become as a result. Besides Carson’s late-night practices and the games, there wasn't much to do, causing her to get bored, a lot. 

As she watched you walk towards the shed, away from her eyesight, she put out her cigarette and started to follow you, curious about where you were going, past curfew may she add. Ten minutes in, she realized you were heading in the direction of the gay bar Lu and she frequented often. It didn't come as a shock to her; on multiple occasions, catching you staring at her, quickly turning away when you realized she’d seen. But a smile rose to her face as she realized it confirmed her suspicions. Maybe she'd actually have a chance.

Watching you stop, she quickly hid behind the car parked near the curb as she saw you close your eyes, breathing in deeply before you opened the door and escaped from her view. Walking back around the car, Jess made sure to take her time before making her presence known, allowing you to get comfortable before scaring you off. 

…

As you stepped inside the building, you felt a sense of safety and love rush over you as you started walking through the hallway, pieces of art adorning the walls. Approaching the main area, you felt your heartbeat quicken, worried if you would feel welcome. Yet that worry faded away as you took in the scene. Couples mingling at the bar and dancing the night away. Sounds of joy and love filled the room, joining the lively voice and signing into the mic. You make a beeline towards the bar and slide into an empty seat. 

“Welcome to the Moxie Salon, what can I get for you sweets?” The bartender asks as you look up.

“Umm,” you start, “Could I just get a beer?”

“Sure can! Say, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before” He adds.

“This is my first time but I don't think it’ll be my last” You finish with a smile.

The bartender mirrors your expression as he turns back around. You look around at your surroundings, feeling a sense of serenity. 

“Hey, could you make that two beers?” a familiar voice adds. 

You freeze up as you feel someone slide into the empty seat next to you. You refused to look up as you felt their burning gaze.

“What brings you here (n/n)?”

You felt your cheeks burn as you slowly met Jess’s eyes, “I-” you started to sputter.

“Hey,” She reassures you, “Your secret is safe with me”, mockingly zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

“Besides,” she adds, “You’re not alone. You’re just like me- just like all of them”.

You give her a grateful smile as the two beers slid towards you. Both of you take a sip as you enjoyed each other's space quietly, Jess breaks the silence a few minutes later: “Am I the first one to figure it out?”

“I hope s-” you stop, “Wait, what do you mean figure it out? Was it obvious?”

Seeing your nervous expression, she lightly chuckles before adding: “Not really, just the many times I’ve caught you staring or how you react when I’m near you” she finishes, bumping your shoulder jokingly.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just that being away from home, it felt like a lot of things suddenly clicked”

“Don’t be sorry. Besides, I enjoyed it”, Jess teased you as she hopped off the seat and nodded towards an empty table.

You follow her lead, pulling out the wooden chair and sitting down. Jess lit a cigarette as you guys would spend the next hour talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's presence; a haven away from the strict rules that run society outside. As The night begins to slow down, people filtering out of the warmly-lit room, Jess stands from her chair, putting out the cigarette before holding her hand out to you, helping you stand up. 

“You ready to head out?”

“Yeah,” you mutter as you stare at each other, soft smiles gracing each face.

And yet as you weaved through the smaller crowd, never once did she let go, only moving to rest her arm around your shoulders once you stepped outside into the cool Chicagoan night breeze. Your feet fell into a similar pattern as you felt her warmth encase you like a warm blanket. Butterflies filled your stomach as you felt her grip tightening and loosen up on you periodically. 

As the house came into sight, you feel yourself deflate, not wanting to end the night. And as she led you up the stairs, she stopped in front of the door, turning to face you. She looks down as she grabs your other hand and looks back up to meet your eyes.

“I had a lot of fun tonight and I’m glad I got to finally meet the real you”

“Maybe we could do it again sometime?” you hopefully add.

Jess replies with a sweet kiss to your cheek, smirking as she sees your expression, “I’d love to”, turning back around to walk through the door;

You smile to yourself before following her, watching as she walks up the steps before disappearing into her and Greta’s shared room. You slowly make your way back to your room before slipping out of your dress and back into your pajamas and falling into your bed, passing out with dreams replaying the night over and over again; Jess’s plaited hair and the cigarette behind her ear seared in your brain till the morning and for many nights to come.

Maybe your dreams weren't impossible after all.

[jamesunderwater]

a jily microfic - may 2nd: mourning

A/N: okay this is evidently turning into a greater fic, so I've named it and given it a banner, but the plan is to challenge myself to continue it each day with the jily microfic prompts. also...i am so sorry, in advance. @athenasparrow here is your continuation </3 thank you for reading!

a continuation of this fic! word count: 1607 - @jilymicrofics content warnings: underage drinking, underage sexual content, minor manipulation, implied parent death, implied parental abuse

leave out all the rest - linkin park Forgetting All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well Pretending Someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are I can't be who you are

Lily remembered the sag of his shoulders as he walked away, so caught in the image of it that she failed to blink until her eyes stung and watered. In all the years she’d known him, she had never heard James Potter’s voice sound in one moment so raw, so feral, and in the next so empty. Dead, as though he’d just finished burying her body and was looking down at the padded earth unfeeling. 

She could handle his ferality. In fact, she’d hidden a smirk at first, her body finally coming back to life as he screamed at her - yes, I’ve made you feel something, now make me feel something. Tear me in two. But it was the emptiness that had her mind suspended in midair hours after he’d stormed off. “Good riddance,” he’d said. Good riddance good riddance good riddance good riddance. Yes, she was a phantom that needed banishing. He’d done a good thing.

The whole thing had not started off as an attempt to use him. Really, it had started with very little thinking on her part. She had returned from break determined not to shed another tear for a man who had done nothing but hurt her. Good riddance. Instead, she discovered it did not take much firewhiskey to turn her brain to static, that she could schedule patrols to always avoid Remus, that long, empty corridors filled with sleeping portraits were an excellent place for a prefect to drink unbothered late into the night. 

And one night he showed up, seemingly out of thin air, voice loud and boisterous and always with her name at the tip of his tongue. “Evans! Now what is our diligent prefect doing on the stone floor at 2am?” 

A multitude of universes hung in the air before her, and Lily will never really know why she chose the one in which she teased him into joining her, offered him her flask, and held her breath while his radiance poured warmth over her numbed body. 

It was 4am and they’d spent the last 30 minutes impersonating Binns lecturing on the lewd sexual history of the Hogwarts founders when she noticed him staring, mouth open in a silent laugh, and what she should do next suddenly seemed clear. 

“Where is this side of Perfect Prefect Lily Evans in the daylight hours?” He asked, genuine despite how he tried to tease. 

She shrugged, smirking, “Maybe not everyone deserves to see this side.”

His eyebrows rose. “And I, the lowly James Potter, am deserving?”

“Evidently so.”

His eyes dropped to her lips for the briefest moment, and the anticipation she felt was the first thing in weeks to cut through the endless ache. She let him watch her eyes dart to his mouth, too, and saw the way his chest tightened as he held his breath. It was sweet, that he thought he could ruin the moment. That he thought he had any control at all.

She leaned forward, catching his eye, and there was hunger there. She felt it too, some creature that had been living inside her for who knew how long, more eager than she’d expected. She didn’t know, then, whose hand reached up first, who closed the final inch between them, only that a moment later his hand was in her hair and the heat of his lips on hers was better than any static the firewhiskey offered. She breathed his name between kisses and he groaned, losing whatever control he might have had before. He was pulling her on top of him and she was scrambling to feel his body and they were swimming, they were underwater, they had to be, how else could she feel nothing but his hands on her?

He’d stopped things, that first night. The gentleman she’d never expected, and didn’t want. But every night after they pushed things further, and soon she didn’t need the firewhiskey. The waiting to be with him each night was intoxicating enough, their looks across classrooms flooding her with desire, a dam against the rising current.  

It had been six weeks of this, of meeting in quiet corridors and abandoned classrooms, of her pushing him against the wall before he could say a word, of him nervously slipping a hand up her skirt, of her leaving hickies just beneath his collar line, of him making her laugh even in the middle of the heat of it all, of her pulling back from a kiss just to see the way he grins when he opens his eyes and it’s her standing there. 

But March 14th was her father’s birthday, and no amount of lust kept the thoughts at bay. He would have been 51, he would have been 51; good riddance good riddance good riddance good riddance. 

When James found her that night, she was a few shots into her flask of firewhiskey and eagerly offered him some. “Are you alright?” he asked, and the concern in his voice made her want to slap him. He didn’t know. He didn’t need to know. No one did. 

“Yes, and I’ll be much better when we’ve got some of those clothes off…” He rolled his eyes with a smirk, but she thought she noted a hint of falsity in it. “Drink up!” she declared, motioning to her flask in his hand.

He did, and she was grateful. They seemed to share the same buzz - the feeling that nothing could quite touch them, that time slowed and bowed to their every whim. They stood on abandoned desks and tables and declared the classroom their kingdom, giggled into each other’s arms at the childishness of it all. When things did start, it was somehow sweeter than usual. James touched her earlobe tenderly and she softened into his touch, sighing into their kiss. When he unbuttoned her blouse it wasn’t with the same impatience, and she felt each and every time his fingers brushed over her breasts. This was good - different, enough to distract her wandering thoughts. But she needed more.

They were pressed bare-chested together, he without any trousers, when she said it. “You–you do?” He stuttered, and she felt the hammering of his heart reverberate through her. 

She stood on her toes to capture him in another kiss and said, “yes, please, James,” against his open mouth and when he moaned, she knew he’d acquiesce. 

There was a wide-set bench at the back of the classroom they’d used before. It wasn’t without its awkward moments, but just before, when James had leaned up and looked down at her with the most earnest, caring eyes and asked if she was sure, she’d said, “Yes. I just want you,” and part of her had meant it. Most of her, though, just wanted to feel something different. 

After, she was lying on his chest, and he was tracing images on her back, when she felt it. He traced a flower. And she remembered. And the sob escaped her before she could stop it. 

“Lily?” James’s voice was almost frantic with worry as she scrambled off of him, holding a hand to her mouth. The tears fell, fell, fell, and she couldn’t stop them despite the embarrassment staining every inch of her. “Lily, what’s wrong?” He was reaching for her, but she was stumbling backwards, shaking her head. 

“No,” was all she croaked out, and then it was her flying around the room trying to find her discarded clothing, and him chasing after her, and her shaking him off, and him with those eyes, devastated.

“Lily, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“James, no, I’m - I’m sorry.” She didn’t meet his eye. Her shirt was buttoned haphazardly, her skirt crooked, socks gone. “I thought - but I can’t. I’m sorry.” And she left him standing there, naked, confused, and - he hadn’t been wrong - used. 

They didn’t speak for five days. 

James gave it every effort to meet her eye, to catch her between classes, even came to sit beside her during dinner in the Great Hall, but by the third day he’d evidently decided to respect her space. She still saw his eyes, though. Devastated, no matter where they were looking. 

Then, one morning, he walked up to her so quickly that she didn’t have the chance to flee. “You’re in mourning.” No greeting, no preamble. He looked down at her on the stone bench and spoke as if he’d solved something. Not proud, but with some feeling like now he understood. 

She stared at him for a very long time. How had he found out? And who was he, to think he knew anything at all? The affection she’d felt toward him slithered down her skin and pooled at her feet. He thought that because he’d had her body, he deserved her tears. That he could dry them. 

“Fuck you, James Potter. You don’t know me.”

He faltered for a second, then seemed to recover. “Don’t I? Why didn’t you just tell me? Lily, I want to be there for you-”

She stood so suddenly that they were toe to toe, knees nearly knocking together. “Did I ask you to? No. I asked you to fuck me, and you did, and that’s that. Leave me alone.”

“Lily!” He’d called after her, and she could still hear it in his voice: care, hope. She threw up in the nearest bathroom before heading to Charms.

[tomholland1996simp]

A Peter Parker x reader where the reader and Peter are best friends and one day they are studying together and the reader is wanting to ask peter to cuddle. Then maybe it ends with them cuddling just a short cuteness one x

Cuddles || Peter parker

Summary: The reader and Peter have been best friends for so long and whenever each other is sad they use cuddles as something to help one another through tough times. Now y/n needs Peter during studying as she’s feeling down after a fight with her mother.

A/N: Thank you for the requests, i’m trying to finish everything in my inbox. Some of the requests I never got around to doing, but i’m starting to do them now. Still keep up all the request though! Also I have a wattpad account that you can all check out to see my stories. Wattpad = @JustTomHolland26

(Isn’t proof read, it’s nearly 2am so I apologise if this is bad. I’m going bed now, goodnight)

You and Peter have been best friends for most of your life’s. At the age of five you both had met each other. He was just a young boy who had just lost his parents, and his aunt knew he needed a friend. May was best friends with your mum at the time, you had met her a couple times before. You never knew she had a cute nephew around your age.The five year old was crying in his room, not having spoken to anyone for days not even his aunt. He missed his parents, them being around and now he was left empty and alone.

Well that was until you came along. A little girl with the exact same gap in her tooth as Peter. Your mother had asked you if you wanted to make a new friend, and you agreed straight away. You loved making new friends, you didn’t really have many at that age so you wanted to try make some with any opportunity you got.

May showed you to Peters room, you remember her knocking at the door telling Peter that ‘someone’s here for you’. You remember walking into his bedroom that was filled with star wars posters, legos and other toys. Peter sniffled at the edge of his bed, you closed the door walking closer to him.

“Hi, i’m y/n” You told him with your bright smile.

“Hi i-im peter” He finally looked at you, him smiling a little seeing that you was around his age.

“Hi Peter, w-why you crying?” Five year old asked him.

“My mummy and daddy have gone to heaven” He told you.

“I’m sorry, my daddy is in heaven too. Maybe they would meet” You smile, Peter smiling knowing that you know what it’s like to lose someone. “Do you wanna be friends?”

“Yes, please” Peter smiled as you sat on his bed.

“You know what helps me when i’m sad?” Y/n asked the five year old, hun muttering a ‘what?’

“Cuddles” She smiles pulling Peter into a big long hug, them lying on the bed eventually falling asleep. Both May and y/m/n walked in an hour later seeing the two cute five year olds asleep.

Present day

You walk up to the door of the apartment, knocking on the door. Seconds later the door opens, you walk into the house you are very familiar with. Going straight to the kitchen to get a drink. “Hello to you too y/n!” May calls putting her shoes on in a rush.

“Hey May! Just gonna raid your cupboards, don’t mind me” You told her, grabbing a snack and walking over to her. “Remember May, breathe you look beautiful. Happy is such a lucky man” You tell her, her thanking you and kissing your head.

She shut the door behind her as you made your way to Peters room. Today had been such a long day and all you wanted to do is chill out with your best friend. Lately you have been struggling with life, you had an argument with your mum earlier, it had been coming up to the anniversary of your dads death.It really took a tole on your mother more than you. He died when you was really young, at age of 4 you don’t understand certain things so you didn’t remember a lot about him.

You go to his door, not bothering to knock. Peter was sitting on his bed, books, pages and notes spread all over his bed. He looked up when he saw you, a soft smile planted on his lips. “Hey” He diverts his eyes back on his revision notes.

“Hey, what you doing?” You asked sitting on his bed where there was space.

“Studying for the math test on Monday” He told you, you rolled your eyes. It was Saturday night and he was revising for a test on Monday. You asked him earlier to hang out but he said he had things to do, you didn’t realise revising on a Saturday was his ‘thing to do’.

“Peter, it’s Saturday. You shouldn’t be revising on a Saturday when you could be doing better things, like hanging out with your best friend” You say, placing your glass of water on the side.

Peter chuckled at your comment tapping his pen on the paper, “How about you revise with me, you have this test too, you know?” His eyes locked with yours, uh how you could stare into them all day. “Maybe you will get a good mark and impress Mr Brown” Peter adds on and smirks at you.

“Ooo, maybe I should gotta impress that sexy man.”

“He probably has a wife and kids” Peter laughs.

You shrug your shoulders, “Must have a big dick-“ Peter pushes you a little making you look at him laughing. “Your disgusting, that man is like 50 odd”

“I’m just joking” You tell him honestly, picking up one of his note books to start revising. However you grew bored after an hour, your phone kept vibrating, your mother sending you messages. She has always been like this during this time, for about two weeks she will be an absolute bitch, then she will act like nothing happened.

You swipe through all the messages she sent you. She was apologising then telling you to come home then saying to not ever come back. You love your mum but she can be too much sometimes, and you wish your dad could be there. The notes were long forgotten, you just stare at the screen holding your tears back.

The one time you sniffle, Peters head snaps up. “You okay?” He asked concerned, you both haven’t spoken words to each other in a while, him being too concentrated on his work.

“Erm-yeah, yeah. No, I just got a runny nose.” You lie to him with a fake smile, wiping your nose. “Hey, can we chill and watch a movie?” You ask him.

“Maybe later, in like an hour” He said, focusing back on his work believing your lie but still worried. You sigh, your head falling back on his head board. He had been studying for hours now and all you wanted to do is cuddle, watch a movie and sleep.

“Please” You pleaded, hoping he would catch on that you needed him. “I just want to cuddle” You tell him, he instantly knew something was wrong. Ever since that day when you were both five, anytime one another was sad you would always ask to cuddle. Peter quickly gathered all his things together, you apologetically smiling at him as the tears fall. He put everything one his desk, getting under the covers as soon as you got under them.

Peter opened his arms, you falling into them instantly. “It’s okay, I got you” He cooed you as you cried into his arms. One of his hands rubs your back whilst the other plays with your hair. Peter kisses your head, saying the most kindest things to make you calm down.

“My mum and I had an argument. It’s getting to the anniversary again, for my dad. A-and I can’t take her anymore, I love her so much but I always get treated like shit-like-like it’s my fault or something” You sniffle into his arms, his heart breaking.

“Y/n, Hey, look at me…..please.” You lift your head up to look directly at him. “I promise you it’s not your fault, what happened to your dad is not your fault. I thought that first with my parents and Ben, however I can just about say that it’s not my fault. I couldn’t have stopped it, and I can confidently say your fathers death has nothing to do with you. No one knew he would get into a car crash.” Peter kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face.

“I just feel like no one loves me or cares” You admittedly told him.

“That’s not true. I care, May cares, Mj, Ned and all our friends do. And we all love you…maybe even Mr Brown might.” This made you laugh a little. “Your mum does too. It must be hard on her but that isn’t an excuse for her to treat you like that, but I know deep down inside she does. Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” He was truly upset that he only just found out how you was feeling, that you never came to him before.

You looked at him feeling safe in his arms, “I don’t know. I-I just don’t want to loose you, Pete” You hug him tighter.

“You will never loose me y/n, we are in this together forever. Just next time come to me, you need to tell me these things and I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’m always here to cuddle. I love cuddling with you” He told you, laying back down into a more comfortable position, him noticing your tired eyes as you try to fight back your sleep.

“Go sleep, angel” He whispers as your eyes start to shut. “Thank you, Petey” You kiss his cheek before letting sleep take over you.

“Don’t thank me, i’ll always be here for you. I’m in love with you y/n” Peter whispers before falling into a deep sleep himself, still cuddling and holding you close.

[fictionalmenownmyheart]

Swing Those Hips Wifey • miles teller

Hello! I’m still sort of new to how everything works on tumblr so please bear with me on this. I hope you enjoy this because it came to me at 2am and I had to write it down quickly so I didn’t forget anything so it’s probably not perfect even after some editing. After reading so many rooster x reader fics here on tumblr, which I have absolutely loved, I hope I’ve done okay with this. Please let me know what you think and any help would be much appreciated. I hope the title and photo (below) speak for themselves in what this is going to be about, I’ve seen this everywhere on Instagram (I can’t find a gif of Miles in his white suit replicating the move so I’ve put the next best thing, or first, or equally as good) and just had to do this, I couldn’t stop myself.

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Warnings: very short and fluffy, one swear word used at the end

Miles Teller x fem!reader

Word count: 522 (does this make it a drabble or is the worthy of being a one shot? Or both maybe?)

I couldn’t believe I was here. Having been married to Miles for 6 years now I knew what to expect at these things but it never meant I was fully prepared for all these cameras and eyes on me, I definitely much preferred being behind the camera and left being in front of one to Miles.

I liked being Y/N Teller, supportive wife of the gorgeous man and amazing actor, Miles Teller, but mostly from behind the scenes.

At the moment I was talking to one of the interviewers whilst my husband was elsewhere. I couldn’t have said no to them, that would have been rude and I remember Miles’ words to have a good time before we had arrived here so that is what I was going to make sure to do.

“Enjoy yourself baby, I’ll catch up and find you later.” He had said to me earlier, as he kissed me on the lips softly.

So here I was being asked about his new role as Rooster in the long awaited film, Top Gun: Maverick. “Thank you so much for coming over and talking to me Y/N, last question, I was wondering if you could show us your own version of your husbands now iconic beach scene moment.”

I instantly knew what they meant and I laughed good heartedly.

Everyone had soon become obsessed with the shirtless body rolling, shaking thing Miles had done in the movie and I was happy to oblige.

“I’ll give it a go but I can’t guarantee it’s going to be as good as Miles, he’s got it down to a T.” I start moving my body shaking my shoulders and rolling in a way that he did in the scene, replicating it as close as possible to how he did, moving with as much rhythm as I could manage whilst trying not to feel awkward or too out of my comfort zone.

“How was that?” I ask as I notice the interviewer looking beyond me over my shoulder probably at Tom who I knew was near by.

Even though I’d gotten to know him really well during filming I still get starstruck so I completely understood why the focus was taken off me.

“Swing those hips wifey, that was amazing. Trying to steal my moves I see and doing them better than me,” My husband calls from right behind me and places his hand on my hip as he comes and stands beside me. I look up into his beautiful brown eyes and get lost in the love I see in them and a hidden burning fiery gaze of heat that is easier to notice in his depths from how close we’re standing.

We finish the interview together, the interviewer clearly more than happy to talk to Miles as well. Not that I could blame them.

Once we’re finished and walking away Miles grips my hip tighter and leans down and whispers in my ear, “When we get home I hope to see more of those swinging hips baby, so fucking sexy.” I blush profusely but don’t disagree with him.

[bfictioncorner]

Pink Sweater (Hopper x OC/Reader)

(Omg I’ve forgotten how to write fic summaries.)

Pairing: Chief Hopper x OC (or reader if you wanna change the name and pretend)

Rating: PG-13/R 

Warnings/content: erotic dancing, daddy kink (mild), grinding, over-the-clothes stuff...

Summary: Hopper meets a new dancer at a local joint but can’t place where he knows her from.

Author Note:

Okay finally posting this after sitting on it for like a year for a few different reasons... Sort of a self-insert/OC type of situation, inspired by boredom and downtime while actually working on set of the actual show (yes... I’m cringe like that; I did background work on Stranger Things and wrote this up.)

Enjoy?

Long nights on duty were disorienting, and definitely lonely. Despite knowing the next morning he would see the guys at the station, and the same waitresses at the diners and coffee shops, and, eventually, Joyce and one of the many children in her kids’ friend group, the late night patrols put Jim in a weird headspace. A very liminal headspace that reminded him a little too much of some of the weirder ongoings in the town.

It probably wasn’t a good look, but after nights like those, he would allow himself to sneak off to Gallyan’s. At least the name was somewhat discreet, and not something like “Peaches” or “Twin Spires”. Not that it mattered. He was the Chief of Police, and could get away with it. Or, the truth, he knew, was that people were aware of his less-than-professional behavior, and just let it slide. Who else was going to do his job? The law enforcement presence in Hawkins was small and bumbling, and hardly ever needed. The most he ever needed to do was break up fights outside bars, and even then he didn’t care to do that. 

It was a Tuesday night at Gallyan’s (more like Wednesday morning at 2am). Jim hadn’t been there in a few months. He sat in his vehicle, just outside the cheap neon signage, debating on if he was even really feeling it. He needed something to get him out of his funk. Not coffee, not pills, not something that would make it worse. He wasn’t particularly in the mood, but it was worth a try. 

“Okay…” he breathed out. He finished his cigarette hurriedly, and slammed the door behind him. 

Walking into the place, he kept his hat tipped low, and his blue jacket on, just covering his badge. The doormen were still well aware it was him, mumbling a greeting and not even asking for an entry fee.

The further in he got, Jim finally, slowly, removed his hat, brow staying low with his glance cast down. He shouldn’t have felt weird or bad about being there, but he recognized a lot of sleazy faces he’d detained in the past, and it was just uncomfortable.

“Hi handsome, how are you tonight?” a gentle voice asked him, right as he sat at a far away table.

“Fine…” Jim trailed off as he looked the woman up and down. She was all of five feet tall (maybe some change with the heels, but still tiny), and dressed in a very subtle, pink lingerie set.

Something about her short stature and black bangs seemed familiar. Those features weren’t super defining, but they stood out enough and he couldn’t tell why…

“I’m Goldie,” the dancer said, closing the space between her and the chief’s lap.

“Oh, like Goldilocks. Is that because of your long, blonde locks?” Jim smiled sarcastically, eyes trailing over her black hair.

“Mmmhmm. Don’t have three bears, though… Just looking at one big one.” She bit her tongue in a cheeky smile, sliding down onto his lap fully. 

Jim started fishing around for his wallet. As much as being called a “bear” surprisingly turned him on, he knew she was just trying to initiate a transaction. Fair enough.

“How much? $50? $100? I gotta say, I don’t think I’ve noticed you here before, but you’re probably one of the more expensive dancers, right?”

“I’ll take that, even though $50 is still a bit low…” She had to chuckle at him. “This one’s on me.”

“Nothing’s ever free, Goldie. What do you want? I had a long shift. Let me pay whatever you want upfront.”

Jim couldn’t understand why she was laughing again, or being sweet on him. Like genuinely sweet, and laughing as if she was shy about something.

“Listen, if you’re trying to offer some other services, maybe it’s best you don’t.” He clinked at his badge with his index finger.

“I’m not offering that,” Goldie sighed pointedly. “Let me give you this one on the house, and just join me out back for a drink after. My shifts get long and stressful too, you know. Sometimes I just want company.” There was that sweet little smirk again.

Goldie was talking to him like she knew him. He still couldn’t think if he’d known her from somewhere. But why him?

Most girls around the club had been dancing to a soundtrack of fast paced hair metal. It wasn’t terrible, but the energy was a bit much for that hour of the night/morning. However (maybe by Goldie’s subtle request), the next track eased into “Dance the Night Away”, a little more soft and mellow. 

Goldie’s moves were refreshingly gentle and loving. In fact, she had a hard time not looking back at Jim with heavy lids and a flirtatious glance. 

She sank against his broad, warm body, leaning against his chest and feeling his breath against her ear. He smelled smokey and like beer (even though he hadn’t had a drink yet). It was a fitting and weirdly endearing scent.

She placed his big hands firmly around her waist, allowing him to pull her over his crotch. The uniform fabric, from his thick thighs to the tightness below his belt, was so taut and inviting. Goldie couldn’t help but run her hands over those legs, lingering over the plush outer sides of his ass.

Jim used his firm grip to turn her to face him.

“Ah, ah,” she chastised, gleefully, “I’m giving the dance here.”

He replied with a small, shot down glance. She loved being so tiny compared to him and telling him what to do.

After a moment of some sways here and there, Goldie settled back onto the officer’s lap, squeezing her thighs around the width of his. She smoothed her little hands over his chest--his pecs straining slightly under his shirt. He was just so big all around.

“Don’t mind me…” She plucked open the top shirt button, and then the one after that. Seeing his chest hair peek out the top, she raked her pink fingernails through it. 

Her hands continued roaming around, gripping his soft waist, then his shoulders, then giving in to the urge to smooth her fingers over his rugged beard. She just about purred at the feel of it. Jim took notice, and discreetly slid his hands over her backside, all while offering a playful grin.

“Keep it over the panties, Chief,” she murmured.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She liked that a lot.

The song kept going as she continued to grind rhythmically against his crotch. His tight pants had only gotten tighter, and his hardness started to rub friction in the right spot for her. But she couldn’t let that happen. Not tonight, or at least not at work.

She pressed his head to her chest, trying to ease off of the grinding slowly. Even his stubble felt delicious against her bosom. He breathed in how much she smelled like cherry candy and whiskey--an interesting combo, but one that fit her small, friendly demeanor.

The song faded out, and just like that, Poison was playing over the speakers, and Goldie was off his lap. 

Jim was afraid that was it. Not only would he be left halfway pitching a tent, but he still didn’t know where he knew Goldie from.

Disappointed, he sank against his chair and lit a smoke. 

“Come on…” A tiny touch accompanied the voice. Goldie now stood beside him with a bottle of Evan Williams. “I’m off duty and so are you, so let’s have that drink.”

The big chief followed the petite dancer down the back halls and out an emergency exit. The bouncers wouldn’t have usually allowed anyone clearance, but they recognized Jim all too well, and could see that Goldie was leading him around, like a puppy.

They emerged into the brisk early morning air. Goldie, now draped in a big leather jacket, looked so small and so much younger than she first looked in the dim lights. 

She teasingly swiped the cigarette from Jim’s lips, smoking on it herself. “I gotta say, I’ve been hoping I’d get to see you here. It’s kinda weird.” She bundled herself against him for extra warmth, and he absent-mindedly wrapped an arm around her.

“Where have I seen you?” he smiled. In most other cities, if someone seemed familiar, it was just a coincidence or something. But Hawkins was small. People only had so many places to go, and so many people to run into.

“Do you remember doing Career Day a year and a half ago? At Hawkins High, for the seniors?” 

He sort of did. Most days were hazy due to weird hours, liquor, and boredom. 

“Guess you could say I didn’t take you up on the summer job… Or any of those jobs, haha.” She handed the stubby cigarette back to Jim.

That petite frame, the fluffy dark hair, the pink… It reminded Jim of a student who, after the Career Day presentations, awkwardly approached him. Super shy, and dressed very modestly in a pink sweater, pink tights, and a long blue church skirt.

The student, in question, bashfully asked if the station was hiring anyone to help with filing, or even cleaning and errand running. Jim told them to go speak to Flo if she wanted any help. But it didn’t seem to really matter. The girl kind of lingered, eyes looking him up and down while blushing.

“Sorry, had a crush on you,” Goldie blurted, a bit more bluntly than she meant. 

The corner of Jim’s lip curled up. He leaned his hip and shoulder against the wall, while slightly craning down to look into her eyes. “I’m probably old enough to be your dad.”

A giddy chill ran down Goldie’s spine. “I’m still a grown woman. I know my tastes. My tastes are pretty mature.” She bit her lip, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I’m into the dad-type.”

She glanced at him with a touch more lust in her words.

“So you had a crush on me. Huh.”

“Didn’t say it went away…”

Jim’s eyes darted around for a moment, masking the fact that he was a bit flattered and flustered.

Goldie could see through, though, and handed him the bottle of bourbon.

“So… if you want… I can give you my number, and maybe—“

“You come see me here again,” Goldie responded with a wink. “For now.”

“Fair enough.” Jim smiled, and offered back the bottle.

[tohelpmecopewithanything]

Updates: dinner was delicious! He knew another couple there who I think own the place. After dinner we sat and drank with them. We went to our usual bar after and played a lot of music before going home and to bed.

Friday I had dinner with my family and was hanging out with them while texting him. We ended up at the bar across from his place so I made him meet us over there but we basically left immediately.

Saturday we got to sleep in! We laid in bed listening to music and he did some laundry. After that was finished, and sex, he made us breakfast burritos. Then he showered and got ready for work and dropped me off at home. I ran errands with my sister and then we had dinner at the bar of the boy’s restaurant because it was dead. My sister left and I stayed until he closed so I could go home with him. We pretty much went right to bed because we had to get up early.

Sunday he had softball on the south side. He got up early and showered. We grabbed snacks and he bought me coffee. His brother and his gf were there, because he was actually playing this time. It was the championships so they won the first game and played another but lost that one. Then we went to his brother’s house. They cooked and we hung out there for the evening, then grabbed ice cream and went home. He was feeling dangerous in the car and tried to finger me but I was really in my head so I made him wait until we got home. Then we started making out and he tried to start up on the couch again but I wanted to shower first. Once that was all done, I met him back at the couch but we moved to the bed. I was still in my head so it took longer than usual and wasn’t as great for me.

After we finished he started asking what I was thinking about. I had a feeling he was gonna ask because he tried on the way home but I wasn’t ready yet. I had been really in my head at his brother’s so I let him know what I was worrying about, like how even though you said you won’t leave in two months maybe this is just infatuation you’re feeling and it’ll go away and you’ll leave or how I’ve been worried that I’m gonna fuck up and today you told me that I need to offer to help your family while their cooking or whatever so they’ll like me and I didn’t do that much today. I was also feeling a lot of imposter syndrome when talking to his brother’s gf and explaining my living situation and feeling so much younger than them and like I’m failing at being an adult but I was already feeling very on the spot so when he asked if I wanted him to stop asking questions I said yes.

We cuddled on the couch and I fell asleep but couldn’t stay sleep. Around 2am we went to bed. Woke up this morning, gathered my shit, and he drove me home.

[fictionaltimer]

Maybe she was a furry… Or Diana Likes her Cat with Hair

Maybe she was a furry… Or Diana Likes her Cat with Hair Pairing: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Barbara Minerva(The Cheetah)

Summary: Diana ponders her liking of fur and Barbara makes a move on her.

Warnings: explicit language and explicit sexual content. Furry Content..I guess.

A/N: I actually finished this a few days ago. I posted it on A03 and I'll share it here to be more active. This came from a dirty place in my mind.

Diana wouldn’t normally admit this, she’d keep these Man’s World thoughts to herself because why would she share them. Why would she tell someone, that sometimes she feels like a furry?

First, she’d have to explain how she knew what a furry was because despite the level of class and grace she had, she was a person and a person had urges and the internet…well the internet could give you a lot of different things to think about. She’d have to tell how it was Flash that told her what a furry was and that she’d been so embarrassed about the whole situation she’d gone home and avoided her internet browser until 2am and then looked up what furries did and if she was one. She’d avoided the flirty Omega after that.

It wasn’t until she thought about Barbara Minerva from years ago, she thought maybe she was onto something and that she maybe had a kink she wasn’t aware of.

She wasn’t as prudish as some of the other leaguers thought she was at times and hadn’t gone that long without sex. She indulged in own kinks when she could and if something new was on the table, she’d give it the good ole Amazon try. Plus, she was an Alpha, while the dynamics of Man’s World and Themisyrca were different, she had Alpha urges and she made sure to get them handled, but it had been some time and she wasn’t holding on as well as she liked.

Things just weren’t easy when it came to man’s world, while she had the language and the tools, she didn’t have the time or real privacy. She worked a lot, sometimes saving the plant, sometimes stopping a bank robbery, other times working her job at the museum. She loved her job and didn’t want to neglect it. So, she’d only really found some surface level stuff, a few nude drawings of characters, animals with human features and other parts. Sometimes a video or two, but nothing that really got her going. She didn’t like the idea of someone in a suit, that wasn’t enough, that wasn’t flesh.

She wanted the real thing.

She needed more, Diana was a physical person, she liked being touched and touching, but that wasn’t something easy to find. It wasn’t like fur covered people were everywhere, they weren’t, and Diana didn’t go looking for them. She didn’t look for bad people that were covered in fur and then start beating them for her own pleasure, the Cheetah came looking for her, this was different.

Cheetah or Barbara Ann Minerva as Diana had known her as before her transformation into the Cheetah now was covered in fur completely and naked. Diana had no issues with nudity, bodies were bodies and usually she’d be completely fine, but there was something about Cheetah’s fur covered body being nude that made her feel warm. She’s fought her before in the past, but that was in the dark, that wasn’t in clear day. Back then she couldn’t see the woman’s spots and stripes, the muscle lines, the hands more like claws or honestly paws. Now, she could see everything, and she had the feeling Barbara wanted her to see everything.

They’d been fighting every month for the last year after she reappeared and she’d always been a little flirty, but lately she’d been downright sexual. At first, she messed with Diana while stealing from museums and stores, noting she liked her skirt and how she liked how Diana looked the same. She talked about how she smelled so good and that the scent was as she always remembered it, strong and arousing.

Once they’d met after Diana had just taken a shower, her hair had still been wet when she left her apartment and got to the crime scene it was dry and Cheetah had seemed to like it.

“That’s a good look Diana,” she said, one paw actually gently touching the top of Diana’s head, “Kind of looks like good sex bed head.”

Diana had moved away from the hands and grabbed her with the lasso, keeping her thoughts to herself because the lasso didn’t lie, “Let’s get you out of here.”

“Oh yeah, maybe to bed,” she’d said, “I could give you the same hairstyle.”

Diana had tied her up a little tighter that day, enjoying the woman’s struggle and later that night thinking about how soft that paw on her head had been and how she’d love to tie Barbara up and play with them.

Next, she’d gotten increasingly aggressive with Diana, and it was hard to ignore, very hard.

Diana had gotten an alert that the Cheetah was robbing a gallery, she’d gotten there as fast as possible and the woman had been standing there holding a very old painting, smirking, “I swear I was going to buy it,” she laughs, “They all got scared and ran away.”

Diana looked at the broken windows, the cracked counter, and the shredded paintings besides the one Barbara seemed to want, “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, “Maybe not.”

Diana was lost in the fact she was shrugging and how it looked considering she had so much fur and yet, she was shaped like a human. Diana watched her gently put down the painting she wanted and suddenly, she was on all fours and very, very close to her.

“Come on Diana,” Cheetah said, rubbing up against Diana’s thigh like the big cat she was, “Pet me.”

Diana’s brain almost cut out and she didn’t like how hot she felt feeling the woman’s soft fur rubbing against her, gliding softly over her skin, she didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t like feeling the woman’s tail on her back and near her shoulders. So, when Diana punched her, it was because she didn’t like it, not because she'd think about it later in the shower or in bed, but because she was robbing a gallery. That would get her tied up…in a way that put her in jail.

She’d fought the urge to Google furry cats and when she finally did, nothing she wanted came up and she spent her one free moment looking at fuzzy kittens. That month she’d barely had time to sleep and no that left no time for the internet and not nearly enough time for her to masturbate. She’d fought more villains than she liked and when things looked like they were slowing down, in came an alert about Barbara.

She was seen stealing a very expensive old school car that when Diana had seen she was reminded of the last Gala she’d gone to, and Barbara had been there and human. Apparently, she’d threatened everyone at the car gallery and she’d all left. She got there. It was quiet, too quiet.

The room was large with white walls and old cars parked all over with price tags and velvet ropes blocking people from touching them. Diana looked around until she found one with the rope cut and then she heard a laugh that mixed with a purr.

“Come on Diana,” one of the doors opened, but no one stepped out, “Come in, let's talk.”

She didn’t like the sound, but she could feel her nipples getting hard as Barbara made little sounds almost like a real cat. Leaning down she peeked into the car, there she was, laid out in the backseat and Diana throbbed at the site, taken with the image.

She was laying in the backseat, and it was bright enough for Diana to see her breast, look at the muscles in her thighs, and the way her fur moved when she rubbed her legs together. The woman's teeth were so sharp looking, and yet her mouth looked human, but dangerous. The woman smirked at her, “I knew you liked what you saw,” she moved her legs and spread them a little, “Wanna see more?”

[mubal4]

Pine Trail Run 50K - Race Wrap

 This race happened over a week ago and it has taken me this long to sit down and get this out. Needless to say there is much happening and some days get away from me and writing takes a back seat. Part of the process but we keep moving forward. Sort of like this race 😊, see what I did there!! As always to start, BIG THANKS to the folks at the Pine Strawberry Fuel Reduction, Inc. for putting on the race, and all the volunteers, spectators, and other runners. It really was a great day and great location. All the money for the race goes right back into fixing, maintaining, and managing the trail system. The location was pretty epic as you can tell by the pictures, but they don’t really do it justice. The start/finish was at the Pine Trailhead in Pine, AZ. This is a small mountain town at the base of the Mogollon Rim about 15 miles northwest of Payson, AZ. We had been to Payson before but not yet to Pine over the years, so we were excited about spending some time in this new location. I say we because all 3 ladies in my life made the trek up and were at the finish line, the first time in a few years since that has happened so I was thrilled to see them. It wasn’t simple task considering the approximate 2 hour drive each way, but they made it up about an hour before finish which was fantastic.

 A couple side notes throughout this story so please stick with me. I headed up Friday night and stayed in Payson. I wanted to get up there then, rather than getting up at 2am for the 5am pre-race meeting so I got a hotel in Payson and was able to get my registration all taken care of Friday night. I decided to grab some dinner in Pine prior to driving back down to Payson and stumbled upon this awesome wood fire pizza joint called Old Country Inn. The pizza was fantastic, bar tender was a sweetheart, and they had Church Music on tap! Sufficient to say I was fueled up and ready to go by the time I got back to the hotel 😊. The 330am alarm came fast but I still have yet to figure out getting any type of restful sleep the night before a race. Usually, I can grab 2-3 good hours but the rest of the time my mind is visualizing the race and thinking about when and where shit may not be ideal!

  We had originally signed up for the race 2 years ago but with the onset of Covid it was canceled a couple weeks prior. They decided not to hold it last year as well, so the 2020 edition was the inaugural 50k. They’ve put on a 9 miler and 5k the last several years, but this was the 1st time for the 50k. You can read about the race details and Mogollon Rim in some the of the links embedded but essentially the course was this – the first 1/3 of the race we start gradually heading toward the face of the Rim and then after about 10 miles ascend approximately 2200’ in two miles battling a bunch of switchbacks as we get higher in altitude. We started at bout 5000’ elevation and at the top we were around 7500 or so and then back down. The second 1/3 of the race is running on the top of the Rim mostly on jeep trails and forest roads, before drastically dropping down in through Pine Canyon (incredible views) but not before another 1200’ climb, more gradual over about 2 miles about 4 miles out from the finish. This was arguably, the toughest 50k race I have done. The total climbing was just above 6,000 feet and the grade going up the face was about 30% or so but it was more of the downhills that crushed my knees and quads. Going into it, and I knew this, I didn’t invest the right amount of time going up and down in training. The volume was there but going out the last couple of weekends before the race and putting in those big vert days, were good, but maybe too little to late? I write that but then feel that we did get through it and finish, Sunday and Monday of this past week my body felt really good, except for a niggle behind my right knee so maybe I did enough but at about mile 25 I wasn’t feeling none too good 😊.

 The race started with a bit of a climb out the gate and that was followed by smooth single-track trails and rolling little ups and downs. There were points when clearing the pine trees, we were facing east, and the views were breathtaking. Yeah, it may have been the toughest 50k I’ve experienced but it may also be said that it was one of the most beautiful sceneries too. This went on for a few miles and then we started climbing more intensely. I was running with this one real good dude, and we were chatting, and a younger couple; all clicking off miles together and enjoying the cool morning temps. We hit a downhill and I began moving ahead of the group as we were approaching the first aid station at mile 8.6. That mile marker game and when according to my watch but that is not uncommon, so I just continued to keep moving. This was the first time I began to notice I wasn’t feeling all the right. My stomach wasn’t as it usually is, and I felt a bit nauseous. Again, these are not uncommon but not this early in a race and usually not together. I acknowledged it and brushed it aside. I then hear my watch click off mile 10 and still no aid station so now with no water and my “not so fresh feeling” becoming more apparent I was hoping I would be getting close to that aid station. At that time, I heard some cheering and new I was close. As I ventured into the aid I grabbed some snacks, ginger ale, and refilled my water bottles and then I was off. After getting some food, salt, and the ginger ale I seemed to be feeling better but the fact that the aid station was 2 miles further than what had been outlined in the race info; that was sticking in my head a bit.

 Those thoughts soon departed as we began our trek to aid station #2 at the top of the Rim. The two aids were only about 5.5 miles apart from one another but within those miles we were going to be climbing approximately 3500’ and there was 2200’ of it that I found out was just brutal. Leaving the aid station, it was mostly some short climbs, following but a flat, maybe a downhill or two, and then another climb with the climbs becoming more and more significant the further we went. As we got to what was essentially the bottom of the eastern face of the rim the reprieve of flats and slight downhills ended, and the true climb started. As it did, I was moving past another running who seemed to be feeling it and said, “man, tough climbing on this course, hope it lightens up soon.” Before I could stop myself, I said, “unfortunately I think we got much more to go, and it is going to get worse before it gets better.” This is where the couple dozen switchbacks began, and the climb got incredibly intense. In the race details on their website, I recall reading, “this climb may be the hardest climb you’ve experienced in an ultra-race.” Folks, this wasn’t not terribly far from the truth. There may have been one other, maybe two ascents that were more difficult and those two were in the Colorado Rockies!!! It felt that each turn, up another switchback, got steeper and steeper. As we got closer to the top, or what I thought was the top, I was passed by two dudes with trekking poles. They were moving quite well, and I remember thinking 1) these were very bright individuals and 2) I knew I should have done more vert training. That said, I did end up passing the one trekking pole dudes later in the race but for the life of me can’t remember, unless he veered off course!

 Things began to level out and eventually we reached a forest service road and took a right. We were now about 1.5 from the second aid station and the timing was perfect because I was out of water and could use some salty snacks. My stomach was feeling better, and I wasn’t nauseous because now I was acknowledging the burn that was the fire in my quads from the climb. These are typical feelings during an ultra, like the weather in PA, if you don’t like it, just wait it will change. Well, in these races, if something doesn’t feel right, don’t worry, something else will take its place soon 😊. We, I say we but at this point it was just me running solo. Pole trekking dude #1 was long gone and those that I was with prior were still working their way up the Rim. I started coming upon this open field which was cool if you think about it. Open field on the top of this rim in AZ and about 500 yards to the right was the edge looking over land as far as the eye could see. This field was where the aid was supposed to be. Yep, supposed to be. I came up on two guys in a service vehicle and the one asked me for a bottle of water. “That would be great, thanks. Is this where the aid station is supposed to be.” The guy, likely knowing what we were all just battling and realizing there is no aid station here for relief, probably felt very bad said, “ahhh, they are late.” Me, “oh – okay then. Thanks for the water.” The next aid station was about 4.5 miles away, or at least I thought, and I had 16 ounces of water. We were on top of the rim, on a flat jeep road so I felt that it was a good time to just hike for a while. A couple of minutes later two pick ups come towards me, moving at a good rate considering where we were, came to an abrupt stop and the driver side door flung open and before I knew it this cowboy was filling my water bottle. These folks were the volunteers for the aid station and messages got crossed, I guess. Whatever the case, I chugged two bottles of water and filled another for the next few miles until the next aid station.

 Now I was hiking, not running, trying to digest the situation. I was feeling better, hydrated, moving. I made a right turn and came upon a group of campers cheering me on. That was pretty cool. In the middle of nowhere, on top of this mountain, just getting the snot knocked out of me from that climb; I felt inspired, so I started running again. The road began to descend, and it was very smooth, and the miles were clicking off. I ran into what seemed to be a grassy camping area and there was a woman with a notepad asking for my bib number. “321 mam.” “Mike, right?” Yes, mam.” “Great, you are doing awesome. The aid station is about 1.5 up that way along the road. You are in 8th right now.” “Thank you very much and Happy Mother’s Day.” “Ahh – thank you. You got this.” I recall that exchange verbatim because it was weird where she was, and it was incredibly surprising that I was where I was. It felt to me that it was slow going and I had texted Robin that exact message a couple of hours ago. I was just about 20 miles in, and it seemed like this race was taking forever (thank you brutal climb up the Mogollan Rim 😉). After climbing through some barbed wire and running along “Highway” 87, I came upon aid station #3. I chugged more water and downed a can of ginger ale. Another runner was there, and we were talking, with his family too, about what we just did and what was left to do. Essentially everything we climbed, now we were about to go down, just on a different side of the Rim. I grabbed a bunch of snacks and began hiking out of the aid station. The other dude shoved off a minute earlier and we were both cheered on by other folks waiting for their runners to come in. Over the next few minutes, I hiked and downed my snacks of trail mix and fruit snacks. Laugh if you must but these treats got me to the finish line my friends.

 Once I let the food digest a bit and the trail began to go slightly downhill, I picked up to a run again. This part of the trail was refreshing from the jeep road and flowed nicely, not too much of a decline, so the pace was really nice. I skated around some technical parts and after about 20 minutes or so came to the top of Pine Canyon Trail. This was the nasty downhill with many switchbacks, crazy technicality, and knee/quad busting fun began. What’s also nuts is that we were on the side of the rim and if we were to slip or catch a toe, it could be a long fall down 😊. Fortunately, all was right, and I took my time gradually getting into the canyon and much of the miles to the final aid station, which was about 3.5 miles from the finish and just water, were easy miles. Gradual downhill, pine covered trails so there was some shade, and I was feeling okay at this point. My knees were what was on my mind now because they had taken a beating on the downhill. I had been joined by the same dude I had been running with earlier and we had some good conversation about family, life, and running. Although the temps were not even at 80*, with no real cover now, the sun was getting hot and the trail dusty. At this point we came to the last aid and we both sat down for a minute. Filled our water bottles, gingerly stood up, and then we were on our way. Oddly enough, as we approached the trailhead leading back to the finish, about a mile, there was a table with a case of water. I stopped, thinking we had a couple more miles left, and doused myself with a bottle of water. My companion went on and seconds later I was moving too. Shortly thereafter, I can hear cow bells and cheers as he made his way to the finish line. Moving at a good pace now, meandering my way down the trail to the tent, a high five from one of the dads supporting his sons and others from some more spectators; I hear the voice of my youngest daughter, Alaina, “looking good dad, great work……try not to fall.” I giggled at that and fortunately didn’t fall.

All three of my girls were standing at the finish line and it was awesome to see them. We hung around a bit, sharing congrats with those I spent time on the trail with, then cleaned myself up.

 We finished up the day in Pine, AZ with a visit to THAT Brewery, where I enjoyed some tasty IPA’s, an Elk Burger, and great conversations with my family. Reminiscing about the race and what might be next, my body a bit achy but my mind very clear and restful. We had a good two hours drive home, through some of the mountains you see in these pictures. It was a great Saturday. Our youngest, Alaina, driving now took the wheel as I sat shotgun on the way home. I enjoyed the green mountains driving back down to Phoenix, listening to my daughter sing her songs. Although the music of today’s youth isn’t ideal for me, it does sound pretty amazing coming from her. Thanks to Robin, Isabella, and Alaina for all their continued support as we do these wild and wacky adventures.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Dadplier having his kid y/n read to him when they hear him have a nightmare, cause they know stories can help distract you from scary things, at least that's what he taught them when they were younger. He'd probably hold them close after they finish reading cause he just wants the company and cuddles of his baby, I mean they're his little star and the only person he has left.

Okay this is so cute im crying and im gonna make this a fic bc AUGH you got me soft for the one (1) ego we see at the beginning. [Y/n] will be a teenager in this case

.......

Usually, you weren't one to sneak out in the middle of the night, but you just had to this one time.

Your friends got tickets for a horror movie about space that was playing late, starting just an hour after your dad goes to bed. You loved all things space-related so obviously you couldn't miss it. You'd feel bad if you did.

So you did what most teenagers would do: join their friends.

You saw the movie and managed to get back home in one piece around 2AM. 

Now your final task was getting into pajamas and hoping your dad wouldn't notice.

Not that you were afraid he'd get mad. Oh no. He never got upset with you, even when things in the family got...difficult, and it ended with only you two left in the house. 

You’d just feel really guilty if you accidentally woke him up.

As you quietly snuck past his room, you tensed as you heard him mumbling something, pausing as you realized it was your name

‘Damn it....maybe he’s just dreaming-?’

“No..[y/n]..I-I’m sorry. I can be better! I promise! I can be...!! No..don’t leave me..please...[Y/N]!!!”

You jumped a bit as you heard him scream, before it all went silent. ‘Or having a nightmare..’ You concluded, keeping your ear to the door for a brief moment. 

That’s when you heard..a sob?

Part of you wanted to quickly go change and come back, yet you wanted to immediately comfort your dad--just like he’s done all those years ago for you when you had nightmares. No matter how late into the night, he was always there for you when you needed him most.

Why shouldn’t you return the favor? You’ll risk getting caught, but eh..you’ll take your chances.

“Dad?” Gently knocking on the door, you pushed it open and saw him sitting up in bed, a hand over his mouth as he took shaky breaths, trying to calm himself down. “You had a nightmare?”

Stan looked up, relieved to see you--his child, his star--in the doorway, perfectly okay. He sniffled and nodded, barely able to form words as anything he attempted to say would get him so choked up.

“You need anything? Maybe uh..a story to distract you?”

Seeing him nod a second time, you went over to the bookshelf in his room, turning on the lamplight. You sifted through the various novels, finding a scary one about an old pizzeria with haunted robots, and another lighthearted one about an animatronic bear befriending a lonely boy.

You chose the latter, climbing onto the bed and joining your father’s side as you showed him the cover. “I think this one about an unlikely friendship will help.”

He smiled in agreement, putting an arm around you. You opened the book and started reading, doing your best impressions of the robot bear and the kid.

“...and as they sat atop the hill and watched the sunrise, they smiled. They didn’t know what would come next, but they knew one thing: They both survived the night at Freddy’s.” You closed the book, looking to Stan and seeing the tears in his eyes. “Did..I do okay?”

“Y-You did..amazing, kiddo. Thank you.” He hugged you closely. “I..hardly remember what I even dreamed about. You sure are taking after your old man.”

“Yeah.” You lightly chuckled. “I mean, you always taught me that stories were the best distractions. Will you..be okay going back to sleep now?”

For a moment he was quiet, still keeping you in his hold. You put the book on the nightstand and sighed. Oh, how the roles have reversed. “You want me to stay?”

Again, he nodded. “S-Sorry, I know you’re not used to seeing me like this, but...y-you’re a good kid, [y/n]. You’ve always been so good and...I want you to remember that.” A few tears slipped from his eyes, but he was quick to wipe them away. “Look at me, being so weepy over a silly dream..”

“It’s okay, dad.” You hugged him. “I promise I’ll always be here for you. I won’t leave.”

He was touched by your words, his heart melting as all fears regarding his nightmare had left.  Of course he knew they weren’t real, but it’s good hearing you reassure him you didn’t hate him.

You’re all he has left, and he wants to treasure you as long as he can.

“Thank you, my little star.”

[writer-in-theory]

Sad Beautiful Tragic (Spencer Reid x Reader)

summary: when their marriage seems to be nearing a bitter end, reader begs spencer to save it. he's not sure there's anything to save, and reader wonders just how they got there in the first place. series summary: a series of oneshots to celebrate the release of red (taylor's version). 19 songs, 19 fics. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst no happy ending content warnings: language, discussions of divorce, mentions of torture, post-prison!spencer, descriptions of gunshot wounds word count: 5.8k a/n: so fun fact, this was supposed to be out way earlier tonight. i thought i had it all queued up but apparently, that was too high tech for me so now it's being posted at 2am after i was wondering why it had zero notes. so here it is, officially over halfway done with this series and the last no happy ending of the series!!

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“Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen..."

It was doomed from the start, the relationship you had with Spencer Reid.

Sitting there at the train station, phone in hand and waiting for the call you knew would never come, you had the burning thought that you should’ve seen the meteor flying ever closer to you. If you would have just looked harder, you could have saved yourself from this moment, from the moment of impact when everything you knew was obliterated.

It was obvious from the moment you two met that it was a relationship that would burn brightly. In doing so, it was inevitable that you would burn each other.

If only you knew then what you know now. But you didn’t, so all you had left now was waiting for a train you didn’t want to board and looking back on the life you could no longer get back.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

When you were a little kid, sometime in elementary school, an FBI agent came in to talk to your class. She was the strongest woman you’d ever met as of yet, having only had princesses whose only goals were to find men to love them as your heroes. The FBI agent went around and told stories about how she took down the bad guys without needing a knight. When you’d asked if any girl could do it, she’d knelt down in front of you and told you that every little girl was so much stronger than they thought, they just had to believe they could and they’d be unstoppable.

That day, you’d sprinted off of the school bus and leaped into your parent’s arms, proudly exclaiming that you were going to be an FBI agent one day to catch the bad guys. Your parents had chuckled, shaking their heads and looking at each other with that secret look only meant for them.

You hadn’t thought about that day in years, but on your first day walking into the FBI Headquarters in Quantico it played on a loop in your mind. When your unit chief in Houston had told you he’d recommended you for a position in another unit, you were furious. How dare he try to send you away after you’d fought so hard to get there? You’d done the training and now you were the Organized Crime Unit’s expert in undercover work and victim relations. It hadn’t made sense until he told you what the position was: a chance to work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, traveling the country and taking cases the other field offices couldn’t crack.

“Are you sure I’m qualified? I only just finished my profiler certification,” you asked, but your unit chief just laughed and said the BAU unit chief had already signed off on it.

So there you were, standing in the office of Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner and wondering what might have happened if you’d never met that FBI agent so many years before.

Maybe that was the moment that could’ve changed everything. If you’d never been an FBI agent, then you never would have been led by Agent Hotchner—Hotch, he reminded you—around the office to be introduced to everyone. You wouldn’t have been guided over to the young man in adorable glasses and slightly too-big clothes standing in the office kitchen making coffee.

“Reid, this is Agent Y/N L/N, she’ll be transferring to the team from the Organized Crime Unit in Houston,” Hotch introduced, gesturing over to you before introducing the man in front of you.

“This is Dr. Spencer Reid, our expert in...everything.”

“Everything, huh? You must be some kinda genius.”

“Actually it’s impossible to be an expert in everything, there’s a wide range of areas I’m not knowledgeable in a—yes, I’m a genius.” The way he immediately cut off his rambling and looked down, lips tensed and eyes narrowed, made you wonder how many people never let Spencer actually talk about what was interesting to him. You promised yourself then you’d never make it onto that list.

“Well, I’ll have to stick by you then,” you joked. “It’s great to meet you, Dr. Reid.”

“It’s good to meet you too.”

One thing was for sure: that little smile would be the death of you.

You were right: that cute smile Spencer always tried to make smaller was the death of you. The problem wasn’t the smile in and of itself; rather, it was who he was aiming it at.

It wasn’t like you were necessarily insecure. There were of course moments that you didn’t love any one aspect of yourself, but those days faded as time went on. Standing on a movie set now, though, watching a star actress flirt with Spencer? That was enough to send your self-confidence plummeting. How could you possibly compete with Lila fucking Archer?

The way he was looking at her too, like a lost puppy. He was completely enamored with her, and you couldn’t help but scowl each time he grew flustered by Lila’s obvious flirting.

“Damn, L/N, will all that glaring you’re doing, I’d assume you were the unsub targeting Lila,” Morgan teased, knocking your upper arm lightly with his elbow.

“I’m not glaring,” you protested, not taking your eyes off of the happy couple and—was he really letting her share his drink?

“It’s okay, you can admit you have a thing for our boy genius. I won’t tell anyone.”

“What?” you exclaimed, finally spinning around to face Derek. His voice had been teasing, but his expression showed a softness that had once surprised you but now you only came to expect from him. He’d given off the air of the typical ‘macho man’ type at first, but getting to know Morgan only made you see how ready he was to emotionally connect with everyone on the team. He wasn’t a ‘macho man’, but rather a protector of the people he cared about. Still, there was no way you wanted anyone to know about how you felt for Spencer. “No, I don’t like him.”

“Right, you don’t.” If he wasn’t your good friend, you would highly consider clocking him.

“I don’t,” you insisted, scowling at the amused look taking over Morgan’s face.

“I’m agreeing with you.”

“You’re not! You’re doing that thing with your face.”

“What thing with my face? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Derek Morgan, you know damn well what you’re doing with your f-”

“Why are you two fighting?” It took everything in you to fight back the groan as Spencer officially caught you and Morgan talking about him.

“Absolutely no reason,” you snapped back, rolling your eyes and continuing off to somewhere else on set, not really wanting to see the way Spencer’s face was still flush from flirting with Lila.

In the distance, you could hear Morgan reassuring him with, “I think she’s just not a fan of Lila, Kid.”

He’s damn right you weren’t.

The thing about life is that it never wants to let you get comfortable.

At least, that’s how you explained the sudden shift in your relationship with Spencer. Finally, you were starting to get over your schoolgirl crush on the man when he started acting more flustered around you.

And now, strangely enough, you were going on your first date with him. It was the first time in a while that you were this nervous about a date. You already knew Spencer, of course, but that just made it scarier. You knew how he acted in real life; you’d seen him enough to notice when he was uncomfortable.

After spending hours getting ready for this date, you were ready to change the plan entirely when you saw how uncomfortable he was. Spencer was standing stiff as he waited for you outside the crowded restaurant; an up-scale place Penelope had recommended you went to when she found out about the date (after you’d tried so hard to keep it on the down-low).

It wasn’t like you wanted to keep you and Spencer a secret. On the contrary, you wanted to grab his hand and shout from the rooftops that he was yours and you were his. It would just hurt worse, though, if the whole team knew about you two when anything bad happened. So you’d tried to keep this date a secret, but you should have learned years ago that secrets were no match for Penelope Garcia.

Still, as excited as you were, this date could not continue like this. “Hey, Spencer. You look great,” you greeted softly, waving a little and hoping that would calm his nerves.

If anything, seeing you made him more nervous. His amber eyes widened and his lips parted as he took in every bit of you, face flushing pink as you caught him looking. “You’re, uh, you look beautiful, Y/N,” he managed, then waved his hands wildly and added, “not that you don’t always look beautiful, I just mean you-”

“Spencer, it’s just me. You don’t have to be so nervous.”

“Right,” he breathed, trying to relax his shoulders but the muscles refused to ease.

“Come on, I have a better idea,” you suggested, taking his hand and leading him back the way you came from. Spencer wasn’t always fond of crowded, small spaces where it was inevitable everyone would be running into everyone. Honestly, you weren’t sure you were fond of those situations either. “That isn’t really us, is it?”

“Are you sure it’s okay? Morgan said most first dates happen at restaurants.”

“I’d say we’re pretty unconventional anyway,” you answered lightly, shrugging a little, “I just want to spend time with you, Spencer.”

The two of you ended up at your apartment. He’d been there about a million times before over the course of your friendship, but it felt different now. Your shoulders curled a little at the thought of how intimate this was; just you and Spencer with no one else to witness.

It as you’d noticed his hesitancy, Spencer saw you. He squeezed your hand, giving you one of those smiles you adored, and said, “It’s just me, remember?”

“Right,” you breathed, taken with the way his hair glinted in the warm light of your apartment. Spencer was absolutely stunning in the way you wouldn’t notice right away, but once you did there was no forgetting it.

“What was your master plan?” Spencer asked, tilting his head a little but never taking his eyes off of you.

“I thought we could cook together,” you suggested.

“I don’t know how to cook.” Suddenly Spencer seemed sheepish, nervous in a way you didn’t often see him.

You laughed, trying to keep the situation light by saying, “You’re a genius, Sweet Pea, you’ll learn fast.”

So the two of you got to work scraping together a meal out of the ingredients you had in your pantry. It was fun, the two of you experimenting with the mutual flavors you liked. Hands would brush over one another, and each of your faces would blush. By the end of the meal, you thought your heart would never stop racing.

“Do you want to do this again?” Spencer asked after you’d cleaned up your meal, now sat together on your tiny couch. His expression was so precious, eyes soft as he looked at you with so much hope in them you didn’t know how he expected you to ever deny him.

“Of course, I do, Spencer,” you answered, a bright smile washing over your face to match his. “I’m not letting go of you now that I have you.”

“Do you promise?”

You knew people he loved tended to walk away when he got used to letting them in. It had happened so many times, a few even in the short years you knew Spencer. The almost pleading expression washing over his face now was heartbreaking, but you knew the answer without thinking. You’d make sure to remind him of it time and time again, until one day he’d never have to worry about you leaving him.

“I promise, Spencer, I’m never letting you go.”

Of course, good things never came easy in life.

Just two years later, after you and Spencer finally decided to move in together and start taking bigger steps, life decided to change the rules of the game.

There was no other feeling like losing your best friend. It happened to you twice that month; first when the entire team lost Emily, and next when some of the team got reassigned pending investigation.

When you got contacted by your old unit chief in Houston, you were terrified. There was only one reason you’d be getting a ‘temporary reassignment’, and that was because one of your old covers was needed. It was always dangerous to go undercover, but even more so when you hadn’t done it in years. Still, the choices were to spend an indeterminate amount of time on leave, be unallowed to work at the BAU for the time being, or jump into any kind of work that would keep you feeling useful. It would also serve to help you stay busy so you didn’t have to think of the way you’d buried Emily. It was a clear decision for you.

It wasn’t that way for Spencer, though, who stood watching you pack your bag with as much frustration as you’d ever seen from him.

“How can you leave like this?” he asked, voice tense but low, eyes following you about the room.

“It’s not like I’m just leaving on vacation, Spencer. It’s for the job,” you shot back, shoving the basics into your luggage as you probably wouldn’t have that much time in your own clothes anyway before being fitted back into your cover’s look.

“Emily just died.”

“You think I don’t know that?” you gasped in disbelief, practically throwing the shirt you had in your hands onto the bed. “I am fully aware that I just lost my best friend, I don’t need you reminding me.”

“If you know, then how can you do this to me?”

“Do what to you, Spence?”

Spencer’s hands clenched in the hair, face twisting as he tried to come up with the right words. Then, eerily, all of the tension left his body. He looked dull like he was bracing for the pain already. “I can’t handle another call from a hospital. I can’t handle someone else I love being tortured and ki-” his voice cracked over the word, unable to say it fully.

“I’m not leaving you forever, Spencer,” you sighed, stepping around the bed so you could instead wrap your arms around him. “It’s only two months, and I promise I’ll be as safe as possible. You can’t get rid of me that easily, remember?”

“Promise you’ll come back,” Spencer murmured into your neck, holding onto you so tightly you began to rethink leaving.

“I promise, Spencer,” you agreed, moving back only to hold onto his face and press a kiss to his lips. “We have forever to love each other.”

You wondered why hospitals seemed to be made to hate. The lights were too bright, the beds just on the wrong side of too stiff, and the air practically tasting like death.

You hated it every time you had to go, whether for yourself or someone you knew. You hated it even more now, knowing that they’d likely already called your emergency contact; the emergency contact who would’ve taken the first plane out of D.C. when he got the call you promised would never come. After what happened, it was most likely you’d gone into emergency surgery. Given enough hours to get you out of post-op and awake enough as you were now, Spencer had to have been here by now.

Sure enough, as your eyes adjusted to the harsh lights of the hospital room, you could make out a brown satchel sitting beside an empty plastic hospital chair.

You felt like shit, and not just because you were in physical pain. In your defense, you hadn’t meant for it to happen; no one really means to get shot on the job, that’s just the name of the game sometimes. Still, your stomach churned at the thought of facing Spencer now.

Life wouldn’t give you any reprieve, however, because there Spencer was walking through the door with a cup of ice chips in his hand. He didn’t say anything, immediately walking over to you and resting gently on the edge of the bed. He brought his hand up, brushing some of your tangled hair out of your face and moving over to offer you some of the ice chips.

It wasn’t until then that you realized how much your throat hurt. You tried to clear it, only serving to start a coughing fit. As your body wracked, Spencer was there, rubbing wherever he could touch and whispering what you’d assume to be sweet words if you could manage to focus on them.

“Here, this will help,” Spencer spoke softly, pressing one of the ice chips to your lips. You allowed it to melt over your lips and down your throat, soothing some of the burn there. “They just extubated you, try not to talk.”

Extubation, a process in which hospital staff removes a breathing tube after a patient no longer required external assistance to breathe life into their body. There was a point in very recent history in which you would not have been able to sustain yourself without a machine pumping air forcefully into your chest.

“What-” you tried, voice raspy and weak as you were sent into another coughing fit. It was shorter this time, but still, Spencer was there to help you through it.

He scoffed, shaking his head and trying to smile at you, coming across more a grimace than anything. “Listening to me was never your strong suit.” And he was right, you supposed, you never were one to just follow orders. Rule following had never been your favorite past-time.

This time though, you would try. You would try because of the pure distress in Spencer’s eyes while he tried to school his expression into something more comforting. You would try because of the way his hands shook as he fed you ice chips, fingers lingering over your face as if he lost you already. Maybe he had and they’d brought you back.

Eventually, you felt well enough to whisper, “I’m sorry.”

Spencer’s head dropped down to stare at your hand entangled in his, his thumb rubbing over it comfortingly. “The mortality rate for a gunshot wound to the chest is 36.5%,” he spoke, voice calm and even in a way that chilled you to your core. “The doctor said if it had been an inch to the left, you would’ve-”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, because what else was there to say to a man who was grieving you?

“You don’t get to say that to me,” Spencer gasped out, looking up at you to reveal the tears that were falling. “You have no idea what it was like to get that call. I was supposed to pick you up from the airport next week, you were coming home.”

“I guess I’ll be coming home a week early?”

“You died, Y/N,” Spencer spat out, lips curling around the words with distaste. “You were dead for eight minutes and thirty-six seconds. Stop trying to make jokes about this.”

“I’m sorry, I j-”

“And stop saying that,” Spencer shot back immediately. “You were going to leave me.”

“Well, it’s not like I meant to,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. You felt bad, you really did, but was it truly all your fault? You hadn’t been the one to fire the gun.

“You died, and the last thing you ever said to me was that we had forever to love each other.” And there it was, the statement that turned Spencer’s grief to anger. “How am I supposed to forgive you for that?”

“If you’re going to keep berating me, then get out,” you shot back, feeling regret burn through your veins as soon as the words left your lips. You didn’t want him to leave, not after he flew all this way, not after he lost you. You didn’t want to be alone in this.

Still, you’d said the words. Hurt flashed across Spencer’s face as he released your hand, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. “I’ll be here for visiting hours tomorrow. I love you.”

That was the first time you two would push each other away, but it wasn’t the last.

When the plane landed and no one moved, you knew something was up. Normally JJ was flying out of her seat, practically sprinting back into the office so she could finish her work quick enough to get back home to see her family. Normally Morgan was right on her heels, intending on greeting Penelope as quickly as possible after a long case.

No, something was wrong.

“Y/N,” Spencer spoke softly, voice shaking a little from beside you. Your hand was already in his as he stood, guiding you to stand with him.

Something was wrong. A pit was forming in your chest, signals going off in your head that now was the time to run. “I’ve been doing so much research on the best way to do this. Everything suggested a giant public display was the right way to make you happy, but that’s never been us.” Spencer smiled, breathily laughing as he thought back to your first date. “I thought it would be better to do it surrounded by the people who convinced me to ask you on a date four years ago. The people who have watched me fall in love with you more every single day.”

“Spencer, I-” you tried, your own tears forming and falling but for a very different reason. This wasn’t right, there was something so horribly wrong.

“I want to have forever with you, Y/N,” and oh G-d, Spencer was on one knee.

A sob ripped from your mouth, a hand flying up to press against your lips as if to hold the rest in.

“Will you marry me?”

The jet was too small. There were too many eyes on you, eyes that were already celebrating what they thought was an inevitable engagement. You wanted to say yes, but your lips couldn’t form around the words. There was so much love overflowing in your heart for Spencer, but everything about this situation screamed danger, a wrongness that settled in your bones and gripped every muscle in your body.

“I can’t,” you cried, feeling more like a villain as you registered JJ’s gasp of shock in the background and Spencer’s pained expression. “I love you, Spencer, I love you so much. I’m just not ready, I’m not, I can’t.”

The worst part of it wasn’t how hurt Spencer was. It wasn’t the fact that the rest of the team saw you shoot him down in the worst way possible. No, the absolute worst part of it all was the way he stood, tucked the little box back into his pants pocket, and wrapped his arms around you in a hug to comfort you.

“It’s okay,” Spencer whispered even though you felt anything but, “You don’t have to be ready. I’d wait forever for you.”

It happened before you could register it.

One second Spencer was standing, the next he was lying motionless on the cold hard pavement with red shining all around him. You’d screamed his name, allowing it to tear out of your throat in the same way the bullet had torn into his. Your body fell forward immediately as Morgan and JJ pulled Spencer’s out of the line of fire.

Your hands were on his face, his neck, trying to staunch the flow of blood. An ambulance couldn’t come for him until the firefight was over, he had to make it until then. Why weren’t his eyes open?

“Spencer, open your eyes,” you begged, praising whoever would listen as his eyelashes fluttered to reveal still hooded amber eyes. “There you go, there you go. You’re doing great, Spence. You have to stay awake, okay? Stay awake for me, please.”

“‘m tired,” Spencer slurred, head lolling to the side only to be caught by yours. You winced as the motion spread handprint-shaped bloodstains across his cheeks.

“I know, I know you are, Sweet Pea, but you can’t sleep yet. You gotta keep fighting, please,” you cried, tapping his face a couple of times to try and get him awake again.

“I love you,” he spoke, and you had a sinking feeling that Spencer was trying to say goodbye. He thought he was going to die like this. You were supposed to have forever, and instead, Spencer was bleeding out in the middle of a fucking parking lot in Texas and there was nothing you could do. You were supposed to have forever.

“Marry me,” you blurted out, hardly thinking about the words before you said them.

“What?” he asked, eyes lighting up for only a moment before they dulled again. His eyelids drifted shut, and no amount of tapping on his cheek could raise them again.

“Spencer, hey, hey, no please open your eyes, please. I can’t lose you, not before I marry you,” you cried, pulling to hold onto him tightly. “We’ll have a small wedding with all of our friends and family there. Garcia will help me plan it, and it’ll be in Vegas so your mom can be there. I want to be Mrs Reid, and I want to wake up every day to you. I want to be that dorky couple with matching coffee mugs that say ‘husband’ and ‘wife’. I want to stand up in front of everyone we know and tell you how much I love you. I want to have baby geniuses someday. I want to marry you, Spencer Reid, but I can’t do that if you die right now. You have to be okay, you have to stay alive, okay? You can’t leave.”

Hands were pulling you from him, pulling you from your love. You were screaming, you think. The rest of the night passed in a blur of worried faces and deafened words. Nothing mattered until you knew he was safe. And when he’d opened his eyes again, he asked you to marry him.

And this time, you said yes.

The moment Spencer was denied the right to bail, you knew the man you loved would be forever changed. You felt it in JJ’s hands immediately pulling you in for a hug so you wouldn’t see the officer putting your husband in cuffs. You saw it in the way he looked at you the entire time he was led out of the courtroom, never saying a word but never needing to. You heard it in Luke’s voice as he reminded you the team would stop at nothing to free Spencer.

It was in times like those that you wished you’d stayed on the team. Going home to an empty apartment, able to do nothing but imagine what your partner was suffering in prison, was a hellscape of its own. Still, after marrying Spencer you could no longer stay on the team. You’d tried your best, but you couldn’t fully stay committed to the job when you were constantly worrying about your husband. So you’d transferred out, Hotch helping you take on a desk role at the FBI Headquarters.

That was your saving grace in the three months Spencer was in prison, you think. Being able to see the team despite not being a part of them anymore was a lifeline you’d never take for granted again. Regardless, as you accepted their comfort and allowed yourself to mourn the man you once knew, you couldn’t help but feel guilty when Spencer was suffering.

You knew he was when he asked JJ not to let you visit for a while. She eventually confessed that it was because of the bruises on his face, how he was going through things he didn’t want you to see. Even if that were true, you couldn’t help but feel completely helpless.

That feeling only grew when Spencer was freed. He was still the same man you’d fallen in love with, but there were clear changes rooted throughout him. As time went on he grew more distant from you, hardly accepting your touch as if he felt he didn’t deserve it. Silence filled your shared apartment until it made you jump when one of the two of you would speak.

More often than not, those times would lead to arguments. It was like you two only knew how to communicate through fighting anymore. Spencer started spending nights at the office and would get up far earlier in the morning until you wondered if you still had a husband at all. When months passed and Spencer never once showed signs of getting better, you’d decided a confrontation was in order.

“Spencer, we need to talk,” you spoke as soon as he walked in the door. You were exhausted, waiting up late for him on the couch. He looked exhausted too, physically and emotionally. Lately, there didn’t seem to be much emotion left behind his amber eyes. You’d missed the way they would light up every time he saw you.

“I’m tired, can we talk in the morning?” Spencer asked, slipping off his shoes and immediately making his way toward the bedroom.

“No, this is important,” you pushed, standing and crossing the room to him, “I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“No, Spencer, you’re not. You haven’t been since Mexico. I just want you to let me in, I want to help,” you tried, one hand reaching out for his recently scarred one. You winced, feeling a sharp pang of hurt flood your chest as he pulled his hand away from yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N.”

“Yes, you do, Spencer. You’re pushing me away. Please, just talk to me.” You were begging now, tears building in your eyes as you realized he wasn’t even capable of looking at you anymore. What were you even doing here? “Please, I can’t keep living like this. It’s like we’re two ghosts just passing by one another. I can’t stand it.”

“If you can’t stand it, then leave,” Spencer spat, voice hardened as his honeyed eyes turned ice cold.

You gasped, head reeling back as you tried to process what he’d said. “What do you mean?”

“What, did you think I’d go back to normal after this? After being drugged and framed for murder, spending months fighting for my life with no one to watch my back? You wanted me to come home and be your perfect little husband again? I’m sorry I can’t do that for you.”

“Why are you being like this?” you gasped, feeling the words slice across your chest like a knife. “I don’t need you to be perfect, I just want you to be my husband again. I know what happened changed you, Spencer, but I need you to let me in. I need you to let me in so you’re not alone.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” You hated how tired Spencer sounded as if this were a chore to talk to you about saving all of this.

“I want you to say anything that lets me know you’re ready to fix this, fix us.”

Spencer finally looked at you then, but you suddenly wished he hadn’t. There was so much hate in his stare that you knew there was no coming back from this fight. You’d started it, but now all you could do was watch the crash and hope the damage wasn’t too irreparable. “There’s nothing left to save, Y/N.”

He was clear enough. You nodded, trying to reign in the tears but failing miserably. “Right. I’m going to stay with Penelope for tonight.”

“See? Look at you leaving again when things get too hard for you. I’m surprised you’re not leaving entirely.”

“You know what?” Something in you snapped at that. When you’d left the BAU, Spencer had made an off-hand comment of a similar vein, that you were good at leaving after painful situations. Maybe he was right, but Spencer was being far too cruel to someone he was supposed to love. You didn’t think you were asking for much, just something, anything, to let you know he still cared. Spencer couldn’t even give you that. “You want to push me away so badly? Fine, you win,” you yelled, pulling off the ring on your left hand and shoving it against his chest until his own fingers grabbed it. “I’ll go. When you realize you want to save this, give me a call. I’m leaving town in the morning.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Penelope had been nothing but welcoming to you. She’d held you as you’d sobbed that night, wondering how your marriage had ended so suddenly. You cursed Cat Adams for putting Spencer through such horrors, you cursed Spencer for pushing you away so thoroughly. You cursed yourself, too, wondering how it had gotten this bad so quickly without you noticing.

The next morning, you’d gone to the apartment after Penelope told you Spencer was at work. You packed only your essential belongings, not daring to grab anything that would remind you of Spencer.

The train was pulling in. You weren’t sure what to do now that everything had fallen apart so spectacularly. With as much passion between you two, you should’ve seen the moment the match was lit.

The train was pulling in, ready to take you back to Houston. Your phone was still in your hands as if you were expecting a miracle. Spencer would call you, or even better he’d be at the train station. He’d hug you, he’d be crying. Spencer would beg you to stay, to tell you that this was worth fixing. He would kiss you and tell you that you had forever to love him after all.

Instead, you stood from the bench and stepped onto the train feeling more like a character in a tragedy than a romance movie.

You didn’t know where you’d go from here, but you knew wherever it was, Spencer wouldn’t be there.

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[levisblackbabe]

Could you do an angst/fluff with sukuna and gojo?

Gojo and y/n were together for 3 years until y/n broke up with him bc she found out he was cheating and threw him out of her house leaving y/n heartbroken. Then Sukuna comes into the picture and fixes y/n’s

heart because he treats her like an absolute QUEEN 🐝

Pass by some years later y/n and Sukuna now have a healthy family now with 1 baby, another one on the way and they bump into gojo with his side piece and he sees that y/n has moved on with her life and he hasn’t !!!

(I love ur recent post with sukuna!! I love all of ur posts if I’m being completely honest ❤️❤️❤️)

Hey anon it’s soo nice to know you enjoyed reading my posts. ❤️❤️

sorry it took me a while to reply but I hope this is what you requested I made into 2 parts so this is the first part with just angsty Gojo second part should be posted in maybe sometime next week once I finish it.

Pt2

It ended up longer than I expected but it’s here hope you enjoy

Hate the player not just the game

Characters: Gojo Satoru x blackfem!reader (however everyone can read)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Suggestive (16+), mentions of insecurities, cheating (Gojo being Gojo), use of language, angst(Gojo is a little shit) unreciprocated feelings, drinking (characters are 20+), mentions of divorce, no happy ending (sorry I had to really make this angsty), jealousy, toxic behaviour, manipulation (there might be more but I edited this at like 2am so I not completely sure)

Wc: 2k (my longest works far)

Song Inspo: For the beginning I took some Inspo from Focus by HER and the end The Worst by Jhene Aiko

Gojo Satoru, the love of your life. The one person you fully gave yourself to and the one that broke you. He was the person that knew all your secrets and insecurities and what did he do with them?... he used it to his advantage to break you. But you should have seen this coming from day one. It would have lessened the pain you felt right now as your heart broke.

You knew him since the beginning of your teenage hood when you joined Gojo’s middle school in a scholarship. At first, he was a sweet yet obnoxiously loud 13-year-old, the only one that took in the ‘scholarship kid’. He was the one that made you feel wanted and since that day your feelings for him only grew. However once high school started that’s when everything you knew Gojo as, changed, and he became the Gojo he is now. The white-haired male with glorious blue eyes that made females fall in love with him. The selfish male that broke hearts left and right with no regards to the consequences. The one that was your best friend for so long that you knew he never really cared for the women he dated. At the beginning you thought Gojo’s behaviour was due to his parents’ divorce and his mum infidelity which was true until her. Chastity. Like her name, she was pure, innocent, loving, sweet and everything you didn’t see in yourself, everything Gojo found attractive to corrupt and ruin.

At first, he didn’t really like her he was just playing the façade that he played with the girls before her, acting enthralled with her until he broke her, but she saw through him and the façade became reality. So senior year of high school he stopped for her, he changed for her, something we could never do for you. So, Chastity and Gojo were the ‘IT’ couple, the one everyone was secretly jealous of, including you. And while they were happily together going into their ever after you remained as the best friend that blurred in the background the one that was foolishly in love with him.

You watched as their relationship grow and continued until their second year of college. Everyday your heart broke a bit more, so in return you focused on your studies, tried relationships with other people but they too failed. So midway through your second year when the once pure and sweet Chastity now broken and corrupt left Gojo, you thought that maybe it was your chance. However, fate seemed to like playing jokes on you and showed you how the breakup truly broke Gojo. You never knew the real reason, something Gojo would never share with you but you knew it hurt him because he went back to his previous mannerisms. The once sweet Gojo that existed when Chastity was in the picture disappeared and hid in a closet and now the old Gojo that was somewhat more ruthless and with the intention to hurt all those around him returned.

The sleeping around started again and Gojo quickly became the campus number 1 manwhore, yet the women didn’t stop coming. His face showed purity and love and every time a new girl was his target, his voice promised to ‘change’ for them. So, what did they do? They foolishly fell for his traps, they expected a happier relationship with Gojo however what he done was tear out their heart, fill it with poison disguised as honey and gave it back to them when it was ruined, he left it at their hands for them to find the antidote by themselves. He was always so proud of his work, so proud that he could break and corrupt these innocent women. Though he felt disgusted as well, none of these women saw through the sickly-sweet lies in his voice, that none saw the mask like she did. He even made a comment to you about how you are somewhat like her, seeing through his sick games which made you heart flutter because Gojo thought you were like her however you proved otherwise a couple of weeks later.

It was party at the end of the second year, a party where you were drunk, Gojo was drunk, everyone was drunk. You drunk to drown your sorrows due to your inability to get over Gojo whilst for him, he drank to celebrate his latest poisoned victim. Amanda, the smartest girl from his business class, you guess she wasn’t that smart if she fell for Gojo. So, with the alcohol flowing through your bloodstream, you danced all night, trying to remove Gojo from your thoughts but that proved fruitless when you noticed Gojo’s drunken gaze on the hypnotising movement of your hips, the fluid gestures of your hands. And once he looked at your brown eyes, you saw how his pupils dilated showing the want and lust he felt towards you. Who would have thought Gojo Satoru would ever look at you like that? So, you beckoned him over as you continued dancing. First his hands softly held your waist as if he was scared, he would break you (ironic huh). Then his hands became rough, controlling and possessive on your hips as he grinded behind you. And if you had looked up you would have seen how Gojo’s eyes had darken, how he saw you as his next prey. But you didn’t look, too caught up on the fact that the man you have been hopelessly in love with finally saw focused on you.

So as his breath neared your ear making you shiver, he whispered, “Let’s go elsewhere”.

So, you obediently followed him upstairs and once his bedroom door was shut and locked the game begun.

He hurriedly kissed you and you kissed back in the vigour. There was no wasted second, no wasted breath as your lips were mushed together painfully so. You wanted to take it slow you wanted to show your love for him, but he didn’t, he wanted it done, he wanted to destroy you. For you this night ended as something beautiful a new beginning that could lead to a happily ever after whereas for Gojo it ended with hunger but not to grow but to hurt, the beginning of a new game.

And a game it was because Gojo played you so well. This was his domain; his game and you were just one of the unlucky players that didn’t see the rules. They say hate the game not the player but, in this case, you hated both because the player changed the game and made it into his own with the full intent to win and break the loser.

Your relationship wasn’t serious at the beginning just stolen kisses and the occasional sleepovers. Gojo wanted to take things slow he wanted to enjoy this round of the game. He wanted to enjoy making you reliant on him to then just break you. So, for the majority of the year that’s what happened, Gojo made sure every part of your life was always connected to him. Without you realising he manipulated you to cut off your friends thus making you emotionally dependent on him. He moved in with you but was the one that paid the bills thus make you financially dependant him. In all aspect of your life Gojo Satoru had some infiltrated leaving nothing of your life truly yours. However, all of this was done discretely and hidden you wouldn’t have realised a single negative impact due to these changes because he sneakily slithered into all parts of life and since you were blindly in love with you ignored all the red flags. During your third year of college, he was your rock and everything you ever needed. he showed that he truly loved you until he changed tactics and the nightmare began.

It started off small, first he emotionally distanced himself from you no more calling you cute pet names or just being overall affectionate, you noticed but didn’t say anything you thought it was the stress of the last year making him more tired and stressed. Then he started physically distancing himself from you he spent less time with you outside your apartment, he started going out more to party leaving you all alone. It was like that for a few months, 2 lovers that lived together but only saw each other in passing. However, you brushed it off assumed it was the stress from school, it because the honeymoon phase was over. Ohh how foolish those excuses were, if only you saw how this was all just part of a much bigger plan to truly poison you. You should have noticed when the fighting started, when the negative words were constantly being used, when all the words that are directed at you were always insults, when he started using your own insecurities to hurt you even more. But during all that did you leave? Did you do what was best for you? No, the strong woman you once were, was rendered weak when in front of Gojo Satoru.

Even though you knew he was poisonous to you, you continued hoping that his promise of change would be true you became exactly like all the girls he disgusted the girls that weren’t like her, but that didn’t stop him Gojo wanted to really do something unforgivable. Cheating. You guys have been together for nearly 2 years you were dependant on him in soo many ways and trusted him with your heart. So, he done the unthinkable he first started talking to his previous side hoes the ones he was in good terms with that being like the knife with poison at the tip that was slightly grazing your heart looking for the right opportunity to drive it in. Then it was the secret meetups, the lies increasing when asked of his where abouts. Then he went for the kill and started sleeping around but it wasn’t an attack that was quick and painless but slow and torturous in a way to let the poison slowly kill you rather than the action of the knife he held towards your heart.

Until the breaking point, you were gone for a weekend to visit your family only coming Sunday night though you told Gojo you would return Monday. So, when you stepped foot in your apartment you already had a gut feeling something was wrong, so as you walked to your shared bedroom you knew. What alerted you at first were the sounds, the squeaking of a bed, and as you were at the door it was the voices especially the female one. You knew what awaited you, yet you couldn’t open the door as your hand held the handle. It would make it too real, too heart breaking. But you swallowed your anxiety and moved to truly end this when you heard it. Her name. Chastity. The way Gojo was repeatedly saying ‘I love you’ to her that broke your heart for you.

So forced the door open and stared at them, naked and having sex in your home, in your bed, in your sheets. And with that sight something in you broke you knew you couldn’t give him any more chances; you knew you couldn’t be that weak woman anymore even though that was the case since the beginning. So as the 3 of you just stared at each other you made a decision. You started shouting, picking up Chastity’s clothes and throwing it to her screaming at her to get out. And once she left the apartment all hell broke loose. You didn’t think straight as you threw everything Gojo owned in black bag kicking him out of your house. However, he was somewhat pleading with you, tugging at your already poisoned heart to listen to him but you knew that if you did you would make another shitty excuse for his behaviour. You couldn’t expose yourself to him anymore, your love for him made you weak and defenceless so you wouldn’t do it.

So, you pushed him out of your apartment and locked the door. And there you stood still not understanding the full gravity of the situation but as your back collided with the door and you slide down everything came crashing down, you realising you let Gojo poison your heart and break and corrupt you, so you cried and cried, mourning how you forever lost your true love.

[sluttywonwoo]

3 nights || jw x reader

summary: a one-night hookup turns into three (based off of the song 3 nights by dominic fike )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+), unprotected sex (uh yeah don’t do that)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this is an old tom holland piece of mine that i thought would fit wonwoo (my tom holland blog is @wazzupmrstark if you wanna check it out)

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A hellish smirk tugged at Wonwoo’s lips as he gazed down at his phone in the midst of a pitch meeting. He glanced at the image he’d been sent for a second more before sliding his phone back in his pocket and lifting his head to indicate he was paying attention. But he was distracted. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Jeon Wonwoo to receive nude pictures from unsaved numbers, but he was pretty sure he knew who this one was from. At least he hoped. You had cropped your face out of it, but from the expanse of your collarbone to the curve of your hip he could recognize the freckles under your breasts and the small scar just below your belly button.

He waited until he was dismissed from the meeting to respond. Didn’t want to seem too eager.  

What did I do to deserve this out of the blue, darling?

You didn’t respond right away. He shouldn’t have been surprised, he hadn’t responded right away, so why would you? You had better things to be doing than sit around waiting for him to text back, but a selfish part of him wished that you were.

You were a bit different from Wonwoo’s other lays, but he didn’t mean that in the nauseating ‘you’re not like other girls’ way that men liked to use to get into a girl’s pants. He didn’t really need to use cheesy, comparative shit like that if he was being honest. All he had to do was send a wyd text at 2am to get a girl to come over. Unless that girl was you.

Of course, you were beautiful, and incredible in bed, but something about you always left him wanting more. Maybe it was the fact that your presence was fleeting, you never stayed very long afterwards. Maybe your elusiveness tugged at a deeper curiosity in the back of his mind that he was unaware of. He was already familiar with every inch of your body, but truthfully he knew very little else about you. and maybe that’s what intrigued him.

Or maybe it was the simplicity. Routine hookups, no strings attached- regardless of how many times you came… over.

Whatever it was that kept you on his mind, Wonwoo didn’t dwell. He pushed all questions and logic away when he was with you. And when he wasn’t… he tried not to think about it. But it was difficult not to when you sent him pictures like that out of nowhere, no context, not even a response.

Ding!

Never mind.

Oops wrong person ;)

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle and shook his head. Of course, there was a small part of him that wondered if you had actually meant to send that to someone else, but he shook it off. If he knew you at all, which granted he really didn’t, he knew this game.

He didn’t hesitate to respond this time.

Shame… was gonna ask if you were busy tonight.

Only a few seconds passed before his phone buzzed again.

What did you have in mind??

You.

It was corny, sure, but effective.

I think I can make something work.

He grinned at the screen and sighed, licking his lips.

9pm. Our place.

-

You hadn’t even taken off your coat by the time he had you up against the door with his mouth on your neck, pressing breathy kisses to your skin. You gasped as he sucked a hickey just under your jaw, closing your eyes and moaning his name.

A seedy motel in the middle of the city wasn’t the… most ideal spot for late night booty calls. The sunset-colored wallpaper was peeling and the showers only worked sometimes, but in the grand scheme of things, location wasn’t important. It was still the best sex of your life, and they had cheap vending machine snacks.

The bed creaked and choked out a cloud of dust when Wonwoo pushed you onto it, but you just laughed and pulled at the waistband of his jeans for him to join you.

He smiled into a kiss that turned desperate. His hands were on your zipper, your bra clasp, your panties, anything to get you undressed faster. You held in a whimper when he sat up to undo his belt, something about the way he did that always drove you crazy. He smirked knowingly as he did and took his time.

You whined impatiently and nudged at him with a knee to hurry up. Thankfully, Wonwoo wasn’t one to leave you hanging and was back on you instantly. He pressed a thigh in between your legs and licked a stripe up the valley of your breasts, choosing the left, his favorite, to nip at.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you groaned, grinding up against him.

He paused and lifted himself so that he was hovering above you. “How was your day?”

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back in frustration. “Can we not?”

“I can’t ask you how your day was?”

“That’s not what I’m here for, and you know it.”

“Then what are you here for?” he asked, wanting you to say it out loud. You kissed him instead and took the distraction as an opportunity to pull him by the collar and flip him so that you were on his lap.

You tugged at his jeans and boxers playfully. “This.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Good one.”

“I know.”

He lifted his head to kiss you and you gave in with a quick peck on the lips. As often as you were with Wonwoo, you never took the time to notice how pretty he was. You knew he was hot. You could write an entire dissertation on how fucking fit he was, but as you gazed down at him underneath you you realized just how lovely this boy really was, especially like this. His dark hair was soft and wavy without all the product in it, and god his lips were so pink, and the way he looked at you…

You kissed him again, fiercely this time, and slid a hand down his pants just to feel him. He groaned, already needy.

“Wait-” he pulled back and sat up on his elbows.

“What?” You were worried you’d done something wrong, stared at him like you were in love with him for a second too long and he’d caught on.

“Do you want me to go down on you?”

You sighed in relief and laughed. “No need, I’m already soaked.”

“I can tell,” he quipped back and quirked an eyebrow.

You were a little embarrassed he could feel your arousal through his jeans and cursed. “Fuck you!”

“I believe you were just about to.”

“You’re lucky I’m horny, Wonwoo,” you growled.

“Tell me about it.” He smirked and laid back with an arm over his head.

Sometimes you wondered if the sex was really worth it, even if he was the best you’d ever had…

Of all the ways Wonwoo could fuck you, this had to be one of his favorites. There was just something about you on top of him that he couldn’t handle. The way your delicate gold necklace dangled in his face as you rode him, the way his hands fit so perfectly on your ass, the way your hair hung around your shoulders. He never lasted long.

To be fair, neither did you. And the way Wonwoo was saying your name wasn’t helping. Every time you lowered yourself back on him and his cock hit that spot inside you that burning intensity in your stomach grew a little stronger.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t out of breath and your thighs weren’t starting to get sore, but Wonwoo was begging you not to stop and you’d be damned if you let him down.

“Y/n, I’m close,” he warned and brought his fingers to your clit to make sure you were right there with him.

You just nodded, too far gone to say much else as you chased the high that was just out of reach. Wonwoo thrust up into you a final time and finished with a moan of your name tumbling from his lips.

Even as he was coming down he continued to massage your clit.

“Cum for me, love.” His voice was spent and gravelly and his eyes were pleading and fuck, who were you to deny him? You gripped his shoulders hard as your whole body tensed and you tipped over the edge.

And for a moment the world stopped spinning and time stopped moving as electricity surged through your body and you forgot your own name.

Wonwoo was still whispering words of quiet praise when you collapsed on his chest seconds later, trembling.

“That’s it, darling. That’s good.”

You let him rub your back like that until you caught your breath enough to sit up and roll off of him. You immediately started collecting your clothes from around the room and putting them back on as Wonwoo did the same.

“Two cherry cokes?” he asked and you nodded.

“And powdered donuts?”

“Give me some credit, how could I forget?”

It was something of a tradition to share a snack and a soda after you hooked up. It had started on a night when both of you were too drunk to drive anywhere afterwards so you passed the time sitting in bed eating stale powdered donuts and drinking soda to sober up. Logically, you could have slept it off and went home the next morning, but it was a rule you had to never sleep over at a one-night-stand’s place. Even neutral territory like this was off limits.

Wonwoo could’ve gone to bed without you and left you to fend for yourself but instead he made the trek out to the vending machines in his boxers to get you both some food. Turns out cherry coke was the only soda they had, and there was no telling how old it was, but it was better than nothing.

That night was so long ago, but you still remembered how he stayed up with you until four in the morning watching shitty reality shows on the fuzzy tv, talking about exes and weird dreams and hobbies you both wanted to learn. You wondered if he ever ended up teaching himself pottery.

Wonwoo was back with the goods before you could blink and handed you your respective share of the stash. You held your can up and clinked it against his before taking a sip. You’d grown to like the syrupy sweet taste of it by now, and even found yourself craving it when you weren’t with Wonwoo.

“Same time tomorrow?” Wonwoo asked as you buttoned your pants.

“You’ll still be in town?”

Usually he didn’t stay for long unless he was working on his music so you didn’t let yourself get hopeful just in case he was kidding.

“And the next day,” he confirmed. It was an invitation.

“You’re not one for planning ahead,” you pointed out, gathering the rest of your belongings in your arms.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

-

Wonwoo didn’t sleep well that night. He never did when he wasn’t in his own bed, but this was different. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened just hours ago in that run-down motel by the highway and what might happen tomorrow.

His members had been confused when he moved his flight back home two days and he hadn’t given them any other explanation than ‘catching up with friends’ for them to go off of. He had those days off anyway. Seoul would be fine without him until then.  

But uncertainty lingered in his mind. What if you didn’t call? What if you were busy? He knew your world didn’t revolve around him, but he was starting to wish it did. It was stupid, and there were dozens of other people he could call for a quick fuck in this town if you stood him up, but suddenly none of them sounded interesting.

He circled back to that picture you’d sent him earlier and found himself wishing he could see your face.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered out loud to no one in particular and forced himself to turn his phone off to try and sleep again.

-

The second night was much like the first. Quick sex, donuts, cherry coke. You didn’t even finish your half of the donuts before you were out the door. You expected the third night to be the same, along with that awkward ‘we might never see each other again’ interaction that happens at the end of every fling, but what you got was far from it.

“You should stay.”

You already had one shoe on when he dropped that out of nowhere and-

“What?” was all you could say.

“It’s late, you should stay over. We could get breakfast in the morning or something.”

“Wonwoo, I-”

“You don’t sleep over after one-night-stands, I know.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“Well, it’s been three nights…” he trailed off.

“But it’s the same arrangement,” you argued.

“What if it wasn’t?”

You put down your other shoe and stood up. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“I have those rules for a reason. I didn’t just make them up for fun. Without them… feelings get hurt. Hearts get broken. Things get complicated.”

“I know.” Wonwoo sighed softly and took a tentative step towards you. “But-”

“But what?”

“But it doesn’t have to be like that,” he finished. “It won’t be like that.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t,” he said honestly. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

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[miiamour]

multitasking

fem!reader x ron weasley

summary: ron finds a way to give you attention and play video games at the same time. (somewhat muggle au)

warnings: thigh riding, spitting, breast play, cunnilingus, hair pulling but more like hair tugging, implied masochistic, implied innocence kink.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i got this idea at 2am & couldn’t stop thinking about it lol. ALSO i’m thinking of changing up my fic set up so let me know what y’all think lmao.

ron was laying against his headboard playing some new game that harry had gotten him for his birthday. his shaggy red hair was messy and nearly covered his eyes, it grew to the nape of his neck and strands poked out behind his ears. freckles covered his face and trailed down his shoulders to his torso, you were so bored you could have counted them all.

you had began poking at the freckles on his shoulder, he wore a grey tank top that honestly seemed a bit small on him but you didn’t mind in the least; especially when his shirt would rise up exposing his lower stomach and v-line every time he yawned.

“are you almost done?” you whined out. ron had claimed that he was “nearly finished with the level” 20 minutes ago and you were extremely bored.

you had went over to ron’s house expecting to get something from your boyfriend, instead he was glued to his screen; you had even wore a pair of cotton short shorts and his t-shirt that you stole from him— he didn’t mind because he thought you looked so pretty in it— and not to mention you had decided to go braless. but none of this got his attention though.

“nearly done, love” ron mumbled, barely even looking away from the television. you rolled your eyes at him and decided to get his attention another way.

you scurried over to his door and locked it to make sure none of his siblings came in unannounced.

you slowly slipped your t-shirt off and ron, who had yet to notice, continued playing his game until you tossed your shirt towards him and it landed on his leg.

ron glanced down at his leg, looked at the television screen, then quickly looked back at the shirt that was previously on your body. his eyes went wide and his attention was quickly diverted to you, shirtless.

without properly stopping the game, he motioned for you to move onto the bed with him, so you made your way to his bed and straddled his right thigh. he wrapped his arms around your waist but still continued to play the game.

ron then took it to upon himself to attach his lips to your right breast.

his tongue swirled around your nipple and sucked; it seemed almost therapeutic to him. he nipped at your nub and placed soft pepper kisses all over your chest, leaving a few hickeys in the process. he always loved leaving beautiful marks all over your skin.

you bit back a moan, all this sudden attention causing you to pool in between your legs and ron could probably feel it through your thin cotton shorts.

you knew for sure ron felt the arousal on his plaid pajama pants once he started to bounce his leg up and down; at first it was subtle, you couldn’t tell if he was actually bouncing his leg or his leg just twitched. but then you knew, his leg would bounce and his eyes would glance up at you to see your reaction.

your fingers were already digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from rutting against him. your fingers entangled with his ginger tresses and you gently tugged at the hair near his neck.

you moved the hair in front of his face and he peered up at you; his blue eyes had a sense of innocence to them, as if he wasn’t aware of how lustful he was. his lips looked swollen out as they were wrapped around your tit. he was so beautiful that you involuntarily rolled your hips and a quiet moan feel out of your mouth.

you could feel his lopsided smirk on your skin, “go ahead, you know you want to” he chuckled lowly causing vibrations to rise up your spine.

and you wanted nothing more than to get off on his thigh, so you rolled your hips again, and again, and again. you desperately thrusted against his thigh. but despite the feeling of ecstasy, it wasn’t enough and ron knew that.

ron had set his controller down momentarily, but you had yet to notice. his hands traveled down to your lower back and waist, gripping onto your skin while his lips were still on your chest and his teeth grazed your hardened nipple.

ron lifted his thigh and slid you off, you whined at the lost of contact until ron’s fingers played with the hem of your shorts while he looked up at you, “may i?” he asked and you nodded frantically.

he slipped off your cotton shorts and panties, threw them to the side before gently pushing you forward. you laid on your back, fully nude, in front of ron.

ron positioned himself in between your legs and he hooked his arms around your legs with his hands resting on your stomach with his controller in his hands.

you shivered at the feeling of ron’s breath on your core. he placed soft gentle kisses on each of your thighs then they trailed closer and closer to your cunt.

he gently placed a single kiss on your clit and shivers ran up your spine from the anticipation. ron felt your thighs clench and he delved his tongue into you, swirling and lapping at your wetness while moans filled the room.

you looked down at ron and saw him with his eyes still stuck on the television screen but yet his mouth was completely devoted to you. his eyes lit up every time he glanced at you, he adored seeing you unravel because of him.

he placed wet sloppy kisses all over your cunt and dragged his tongue through your folds before flicking his tongue on your clit. with each flick, it looked like their were stars painted across your vision.

“mhm ron- fuck” you cried out. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached for his bedsheets, wrinkling them in your clutch.

ron chuckled at your euphoric state causing vibrations to course through your body. you felt a knot in slightly bucked your hips. you dug your heels into ron’s shoulder blades causing a loud groan to fall out of his mouth and more vibrations through your body— he did always like it when you would do that; said it was the good type of pain.

he went faster now, he saw that you were so close to release and wanted to see how long you could hold it. then suddenly, you felt his tongue inside of you. twisting and turning, covering your velvet walls with his saliva. his nose bumped into you bundle of nerves with every thrust of his tongue.

“holy fuc- ron! i’m going to come! oh merlin” you choked.

you withered underneath ron and he couldn’t help but be in awe of you. you looked absolutely stunning in this position, nude with nothing but a thin layer of sweat as you trembled due to the immense pleasure; ron was always quite proud of the state of mind he could bring you to.

“let go” he murmured into you.

he alternated between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. your body shook and you’re body felt on fire, in the best way possible as his tongue embowed, hitting the perfect spot right on the inside of your entrance. he dragged your orgasm, making sure you feel every inch of it. fire coursed through your veins, and ron kept licking at you, drinking up every bit of your climax.

all that left your lips were curse words and moans mixed with ron’s name. the coil snapped— no, exploded. every inch of your body was both tense and shaking at the same time.

your chest was heaving and you felt ron shuffle upwards and hover over your body leaving a trail of kisses and goosebumps all the way up to your neck.

“you look so pretty like this, darling.” he whispered before pulling a blanket over the two of you and nuzzling his head into your neck.

“did you pass the level?” you chuckled quietly.

“uh yeah, like ten minutes ago” he said against your neck, “but you were too busy cumming all over my tongue to notice me” he smirked against your neck acting offended.

“oh shut up” you laughed, “maybe next time i’ll learn how to multitask like you”.

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