#It Takes More Than a Pretty Face to Fall in Love

[luveline]

I was just rereading your marauders sex shop blurb. I love how the boys have just adopted reader into their group, and how open they are with their affection for her. You do such a wonderful job of writing intimacy that rides the line between platonic and romantic. And I love the readers inter monologue of wondering if that intimacy means something more romantic like she wishes. It’s wonderful! I was also wondering if there’s a blurb on how the boys met reader for the first time?

thank you so much, that’s so nice of you <3 there wasn’t one but I hope this is okay!! —Remus, Sirius and James move into their new flat. You’re helpful. fem, 1k

The stairwell is filled with the sounds of kissing. Remus frowns, heart beating quickly, arms aching under the weight of yet another box. He gets to the top of the stairs and peeks around the box’s sides. 

Sitting on the step of their new doorway is James. And, sitting on top of James, stroking his cheek, is Sirius. His hair is falling all over the place and they’re kissing so much Remus assumes they’ll have bruised noses. They often turn their kisses into a fight, like one of them can win, though it never really ends that way. He wants to laugh as Sirius pushes James down for more kissing, and he sort of wants to watch regardless because they’re both good kissers and he’d quite like to be included, but mostly he needs the heavy box put away. 

“Someone please help me,” Remus says. 

James breaks away. Sirius squeezes his face and begins to kiss his neck. 

“Baby,” James says as he pushes him away, which is funny, unlike him and unlike Sirius to be called it, but also not actually unlike either of them when Remus really thinks about it. 

Sirius gives a last peck and pulls away. When he gets up to look at Remus properly he’s flushed all over from the activity, his neck and face turning red in splotches. 

Sirius and James have spent a lot of time spoiling Remus into love. He would’ve ended up there regardless, but he’s used to being the centre of attention. It was nice to see them kissing, and he wishes he didn’t interrupt quickly, but neither party seems to begrudge him. Sirius stands up and James is a second behind him, taking the heavy box from Remus’ arms before it can topple to the floor. 

“We’re on break,” James says with a grin. “Especially you.” 

“We have to take the van back tonight, in case you forgot. There’s still half our stuff in there.” 

“If we have to pay their fine, it’s fine,” James says, shifting the box against his chest. “I’d much rather pay the extra day than have us all hurt ourselves. How will we ever test the big bed if poor Remus can’t move?” 

“Poor Remus,” Sirius says, taking Remus’ hand to play with his fingers. 

This is pretty much everything Remus has ever wanted. To get to keep his two best friends forever, to be in love, to live together in a new city with good food and better cinemas. And here, nobody knows them. Nobody to judge them or give them strange looks. They can just be together like they’ve always wanted to be. 

Remus leans down to put his face against Sirius’ chest, their hands still held, Sirius’ free arm wrapping around him loosely. 

“Tired?” Sirius asks. 

James reluctantly leaves for the kitchen to put down their heavy box. 

“No. We really need to empty the van.”

“We will.” Sirius drops his nose against Remus’ hair. “Cliche if I kiss you?” 

“I like cliches.” 

Sirius puts his lips to Remus temple. Barely a kiss, no movement nor sound, but Remus knows it counts. It’s about intention. 

“Would you like a rough one?” Sirius asks quietly. 

“Maybe later.” 

“Please, let me give you one,” he says. 

“And have you press me into the floor? I don’t think so.” 

Sirius tips Remus’ head up and presses a kiss to Remus’ Cupid’s bow in an act of lifting his face, and then presses an equally gentle kiss to his lips. All this kissing… 

“I’m so happy we’ve moved,” Remus admits. 

Sirius squeezes his fingers, pulling away to meet charmed eyes. “All we need to do is find James a new team, and it’s perfect. Everything, finally.” 

“Hello?” someone calls. 

Sirius and Remus keep their hands held and shuffle across the hall to look down at the square. The flat building is strange, big and with an interior that’s an exterior, and you stand on the grass with a smile. 

“Hi!” you say, hands on your hips. You’re dressed for the strange weather, jeans and a t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie, entirely non-assuming. “Are you guys moving in?” 

“We are!” Remus says back. “You live here?” 

“My friend, I came to make sure her cat was okay, she’s gone to Ibiza. Do you need help?” 

“Oh, no, we couldn’t ask you to!” Remus says. 

“Sure you can!” 

You smile, and Remus thinks you look really lovely when you smile, it changes everything about your face. He feels guilty for the thought quickly, but it’s not as though being in a relationship means he can’t tell when girls are pretty. 

“Are you busy?” Sirius asks. 

You grin and make for the metal stairs up to the flat. 

Remus peeks at him in surprise, then suspicion, but Sirius only smiles at him. “We’re making friends already,” Sirius says, giving him a nudge. “That’s what we wanted.” 

James returns, having taken off his hoodie, a brown t-shirt loose on his frame. His own, then, because he insists on stealing from everybody’s wardrobes and stretching out their clothes. 

“Why are you guys shouting?” 

“Nice girl’s gonna come help us move.” 

James raises his eyebrows. 

‘Nice girl’ makes her way up the stairs. You’re still grinning when you get to the top, unperturbed by the appearance of another boy. “Hi,” you say, holding out your hand for an introduction. “I’m Y/N.” 

It’s the start of a long road. Remus shakes your hand and gets the sort of butterflies he’s terrified of now, though eventually Sirius and James will admit to the exact same thing, and no one will know what to do about it.

[foreveralbon]

i love you, ain’t that crazy? - op81

in which evening kisses and ted lasso are the only things that can beat aussie mornings and cinnamon scrolls wc: 831

The evening is the best time of day, you think.

When the world is cast in the sun’s tired glow, everything within it turned to priceless gold.

Skin rivals that of those touched by Midas, glass bottles emanating their own rainbows at its luminescence, while paints reveal their true colours—brighter, bolder and more beautiful than any other time of day could ever show.

But it’s Oscar’s eyes that take the prize for the prettiest thing when by met the sun’s glint. What’s normally a dim chocolate brown turns to whiskey in the evening light.

Perched atop the island counter of your kitchen, Oscar stood in the gap between your legs, you’re sure he’s never looked prettier. With loose curls brushing along his forehead, lips downturned in a suppressed smile, the dusk sky falls in through the gaps of the curtains to paint his face with light, showcasing every freckle and mole that dusts his skin.

The corner of his eyes crinkle fondly at the sight of you, teeth sinking into the soft Cadbury bar he’d bought for you earlier that day.

“Hungry girl,” he remarks, rolling his eyes playfully as he turns away to busy himself with putting dirty plates into the dishwasher.

His hand never leaves your thigh though, bare below the hem of his shirt that’s just a few sizes too big on you. But when the weight of his hand does leave, you pout teasingly. “Wanted to leave me that bad, did you, Oscar?”

Your boyfriend whirls around instantly. His fingers come to rest on your knees, creeping up your thigh and past your hip to hover above your abdomen. It sends a tingling sensation throughout your body briefly. “Sweetheart, leaving you is the last thing I want to do.”

“What a romantic,” you reply sarcastically, slapping a hand to his shoulder.

He lets you wrap your legs around his waist, supporting your back with his palms. Furrowing your head into his neck, you inhale his cologne, fresh and musky, tinged with the sweet bitterness of the chocolate you’d just eaten.

Oscar carries you from the kitchen to the living room, a short trek but one he’s willing to make a thousand and one times if it means you’re as close as can be when he does.

He sets you down on the couch before sitting cross-legged on the cushion himself.

“You look so pretty like this,” you admire. You tuck a loose strand of hair away from his face. In the evening light, with nothing but a lazy smile gracing his lips and a glint in his eye that screams your name.

“But you’re always more beautiful, love.”

Oscar gently pushes you down against the couch, large hands circling the width of your wrists to hold them together as he slants his mouth above yours in a slow kiss. Like a boy kissing his first girlfriend, he’s unsure but so gentle, as though he’s afraid that one wrong move—one wrong slip of his tongue against yours, one harsh press of his lips—will scare you off.

But your hands slide free of his grip, running up his chest to press your palm against his cheeks, bringing his face down closer to yours. He takes the hint almost immediately and kisses you more fervently. Languidly, sweetly. As though he knows there’s everyday to kiss you beyond this day, but it’s this moment he wants to savour. Forever, if he could.

“God, I love you,” he whispers against your lips, tearing away from you reluctantly but he knows he needs air—as much as he wishes that just being around you could be a sufficient life source.

“I’m glad, otherwise this would have been really awkward,” you joke.

You push his chest lightly to relieve his weight off you and he shuffles back onto his knees. He waits for you to sit up against the arm of the couch, stretched along the length of the couch before crawling between your legs to rest against your stomach.

Oscar lies in silence as you turn on the TV, waiting patiently for you to pull up the next episode of Ted Lasso. As the opening scene begins to roll, you can’t help but whisper, “I’m happy that it’s you.”

“Hm?” He never takes his gaze off the screen but you know he’s listening to you.

“That you’re the one here with me now.”

Oscar doesn’t respond. He just takes your hand in his, squeezing it once, twice. I love you more.

He tilts his chin up to kiss you once more before dropping his head back onto the swell of your chest. Your other hand finds its way into his hair, fingers entangling in the soft curls as you scratch at his scalp.

It’s as the sun sets til it rises that you have all the time in the world with Oscar. And that’s the best part about it—the sun’s indefinite return and departure promises eternity with your boy.

“You okay up there, sweetheart?”

“Wonderful.”

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@namgification @hiireadstuff @disneyprincemuke @vroomvroomcircuit (just bc) @demvnsriot @33-81 @lipringlrh @queen-aria-things

in my head this was cinnamon scroll fic oscar and i thought this was cute idk. layout was a bit lazy i’m sorry ☹︎

[cuubism]

Found this old fic concept in my notes, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing it or that I could do it justice if I did, but it still makes me laugh so I wrote it up as a little blurb. Perhaps it will make you laugh too.

Mega Popstar Dream and Hob, his extremely non-famous celebrity crush

So in this universe Dream is an extremely famous musician. He's like Taylor Swift level of famous, if you walk up to any random person on the street they would know who he is. Meanwhile Hob is an actor but really not very well known, he was in a few small projects and is in the core cast of one TV show that's well-regarded but not super popular.

It's Dream's FAVORITE TV SHOW and Hob is his FAVORITE ACTOR that he's ferally OBSESSED WITH. Everyone knows about this too, Dream is really obvious about it. In interviews people will ask him what he likes and he's like "this is my favorite TV show" "have you seen Hob Gadling in that show isn't he incredible", They'll ask him if he has a celebrity crush (as a joke) and he's like "YES HOB GADLING 😍" like it's become a meme in Dream's fandom how much he has a crush on this random actor.

They've never met though, probably Dream was afraid to -- 'never meet your heroes' and all -- and never let his team book any overlapping events. So he's never seen Hob in person, only watched his favorite TV show 65 times in a row and memorized every inch of his face. Like a stalker.

So then a Buzzfeed-esque YouTube channel is running a special edition of their usual challenge show, "People Meet Their Celebrity Crush", except this time it's "CELEBRITIES Meet Their Celebrity Crush." Dream's entire team conspires against him to book him on this. Dream doesn't know what it is until the very moment since the whole point is to surprise people with their crush. Needless to say, Hob was REALLY dubious when the channel reached out like "do you want to come on as Dream's celebrity crush" but what's he gonna do say NO? say NO when Dream is so pretty and cute? So yeah he goes.

Anyway during the moment in the video when they revealed his celebrity crush to him -- aka Hob just looking like a totally normal and random guy -- Dream literally tripped over a chair and fell on the floor and then fainted. Instant meme and it became the thumbnail of the video. When Dream woke up to find Hob crouched by him all concerned asking if he was okay he nearly had a panic attack, he was never more flustered and nervous in his whole life not even performing for crowds of millions.

Hob fell in love instantly. He doesn't even know much about Dream, he hasn't even listened to Dream's music other than what's just playing ubiquitously on the radio all the time but all it took was watching Dream fall over a chair and then look up at him with his huge starry eyes and he was like 'This one's mine forever idc. I gotta protect this nerd he won't survive in the wild.'

Anyway they did start dating after that and Dream never leaves the honeymoon phase for the rest of his whole life, he truly thinks Hob is the most handsome man and best actor in the entire world and will tell anyone so at any opportunity, he goes around saying things like "see if you believe really hard you too can marry your celebrity crush 🥰" with zero irony, he might have skipped the Grammys to go to the premiere of season 3 of Hob's show (Hob didn't ask him to do that) (Dream won the Grammy but had more fun staring at Hob's face for 2 hours than he would have had at the awards show). Meanwhile Hob never talks about Dream in public because Dream already has negative 500% privacy in his life, he's extremely protective of him, and he allegedly punched one of the paparazzi in the face when they tried to take stealth shots at their wedding which was supposed to be a private affair. ALLEGEDLY. No charges were filed.

Dream did post one photo of the wedding on insta for his adoring fandom in which he described Hob as his knight in shining armor and then denied any knowledge of any 'alleged' events when asked about it in the future. Because Hob was so much more private about their relationship than Dream, for a while Dream's fandom had been like HOB DOESN'T DESERVE DREAM but after the (alleged) story about Hob punching someone in the face came out they were all obsessed with him. So that solved that problem.

(Despite Hob's efforts a paparazzi photo did come out of them the morning after the wedding, Hob sitting on the terrace drinking coffee, Dream sitting on his lap wearing Hob's shirt and looking thoroughly ravished. Dream might have framed it.)

Then they lived happily ever after. Dream put Hob in every one of his music videos regardless of whether it made sense for the story. Hob got one of Dream's songs put in his favorite TV show which made Dream's whole entire year. The end :)

[captainfern]

Fernnn I need more dbf price I miss himmm and your writing sm!!! <33

i need more of him too

dbf!price, 18+, fem!reader, fuck that photo oh my god he’s so fucking fine 😭😭😭

dad’s best friend john price, who—

hugs you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck. he’ll breathe you in, mumbling something about how much he loves you, and how much you mean to him. if he’s in a certain mood, though, then he’ll be grinding his hardening cock against the swell of your backside and sucking at the curve of your neck, whispering about much he can’t wait for your dad to hurry up and leave

palms the fat of your arse and thighs at any opportunity he gets. constantly squeezing and groping you if you hover around him for just a moment too long. he’d never do that to you in public, but in the privacy of your own home, and maybe you’re bending over to pick something off of the ground, price is sidling up behind you to plant a firm hand against the flesh of your arse and giving it a squeeze

likes to be the old-school kind of gentleman that carries all of the groceries in for you, and likes to open your car door, or any door for that matter. insists on helping with jobs around the house, even when you complain that you’re fine without help, he’s brushing you aside with a charismatic kiss to your cheek. he knows you’re capable, but he just can’t help himself

can and will get hard from just eating you out. will sit you on his face, or lay you out on the bed with your legs on his shoulders, and he’ll go at it for hours if you let him. loves when you wrap your thighs around his head, pulling him closer, tighter. you can always feel the tickle of his moustache and stubble, but it adds to the numerous intense orgasms that he drags out of you

fucks you over the counter or desk with you hands pinned to the small of your back so he can pull you back onto him. the angle has his cock hitting deep in your belly, thick and long and splitting you open, his hairy abdomen rubbing over the bare curve of your arse and your lower back. his other hand paws at your arse, moans of your name falling effortlessly from his lips

fucks you sitting in his lap, your back to his warm, hairy chest, one of his large hands wrapped gently around your throat. maybe there’s a mirror, maybe not. either way, he’s pumping into you with powerful flexes of his hips, bouncing you against him with his free hand drawing tight circles over your puffy clit. he’ll whisper praise in your ear, how beautiful you are, how stunning you are, and how good you take his cock

has you ride his abdomen, rubbing your slick cunt all over the coarse hair of his stomach and navel. you’re so warm and wet against him, and he grunts out his breaths as you rut yourself against him. both of his hands will be on your hips, just as a guide, while you rub your pretty pussy all over him, his cock hard and leaking within the confines of his briefs

let’s you bounce on his cock after a long day, his hands behind his head and his eyes on you the entire time as you fuck yourself onto him. at the deepest point, your clit catches in the hair at the base of his cock, causing you to clench around him. his response is a loud moan, and often coming embarrassingly quick

enjoys making love to you in missionary, when he can press himself on top of your soft body and really take his time working his cock into you. his thrust are lazy and slow, and he talks you through it the entire time. talks you through it as he feeds his thick cock into the tight clutch of your cunt, and talks you through it as he picks up his thrusts and nails your g-spot. he’ll talk you through your orgasm too, voice whispered and soft

enjoys nothing more than coming deep inside of you, and filling his spend fill you up. the warmth that drips out of you. he loves rubbing on your tummy, moaning about fucking beautiful you are, and all for him. coming inside of you is somewhat like a claim for him, which he does with absolute pride

[little-diable]

Meant to be – Prof!Spencer Reid (smut)

I just love writing prof!fics – almost as much as I love priest!fics. Almost. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is a young professor joining the university Spencer works at. Even though he's annoyed about having to share his office with her at first, he can't help but fall for her all too quickly.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, office smut, some possessiveness/jealousy, lots of fluff

Pairing: Prof!Spencer Reid x fem!prof!reader (3k words)

“Professor Reid?” The soft voice filled his office, forcing his eyes off the paper he was currently grading. His gaze wandered over the woman's features as he curiosity studied her for a moment before clearing his throat. 

“My office hours are over, please return on Wednesday for your questions.” His eyes left hers to refocus on his papers, while expecting her to turn around and leave, urged on by the rude tone he hadn’t been able to shake. Spencer hadn’t expected anybody else to turn up this late in the afternoon, he was desperate to squeeze as much work into the remaining time he had alone in his office, already overstimulated by the mere thought of having to share his office with somebody from today on. 

“My name is (y/n), I’ll be sharing this office with you.” Once again he was forced to look at her, unable to swallow his annoyance as it began to dawn on him that she wasn’t a student.

She was pretty, by far prettier than all the pictures he had searched on the internet the second he had heard about her, about (y/n) joining his personal safe space. Why hadn’t he recognised her? Was his mind already that fed up with the pretty stranger? 

“Of course, I’m sorry.” He didn’t move as she slowly stepped into the big room, letting her eyes wander before finding her way to her space. The old wooden desk had been placed near the big window, drenching her in the light of the slowly setting sun. Spencer would crash and burn if he were forced to see this daily, a sight so ethereal he feared this was just a trick of his tired brain. 

“I’m sorry that you have to share your office with me, I can only imagine how annoying that must be for you.” He wanted to protest, wanted to tell her that he doesn’t mind sharing it with her – polite words any other colleague would have effortlessly spoken. But all Spencer could do was hum and redirect his gaze to the papers, while missing the slight hurt expression (y/n) couldn’t hide. 

……

Her heart was pounding with a faster beat, singing a tale of nervousness in her chest she couldn’t silence just yet. This wasn’t an unusual situation for her, she had taught numerous classes before, but the first class she taught at a new university always had something special to it, something (y/n) couldn’t shake. 

The students were working on the papers she had handed out a minute ago, fully engrossed by the story. She let her eyes wander, taking them all in in hopes of remembering at least a handful of them. But her thoughts were silenced the second her eyes found his. Spencer Reid was leaning against the door and with his arms crossed in front of his chest he intently studied her from his spot.

Her heart skipped a beat in her chest as it silently whispered to (y/n). It had been days since she had first crossed paths with him, the annoyed, closed-off man who was more handsome than she liked to admit. Ever since their first awkward run-in she hadn’t tried to make any conversations with him, she had opted to wear her headphones around him, hiding herself from the curious eyes she felt on her frame whenever she let her work swallow her. 

Neither of them dared to break their eye contact first, a silent challenge both were determined to win. (Y/n) allowed herself to take him all in, the locks perfectly framing his handsome face, the slight unfamiliar smile playing on his lips, and those twinkling eyes that seemed to follow her around whenever they crossed paths. 

“Alright, seems like our time is up, if you have any questions about your reading, please email me.” She was forced to break their staring contest first, smiling at her students who smiled back at her before leaving the room. (Y/n) couldn’t help but notice how a few of them wore overly bright smiles as they walked past Spencer, seemingly just as affected by the professor's handsome appearance, just like (y/n) was. 

Only as the last student had left the room did Spencer finally begin to move. Slowly, he walked down the stairs, moving closer to (y/n) with every passing moment. She was glued to her spot, patiently waiting for the man to break their silence, to let her hear the raspy voice that had rang in her ears for the past days. 

“That was a really interesting lecture, (y/n).” He came to a halt only a few steps away from her, keeping a slight distance between them as if he was unsure how to properly approach her. For a moment, (y/n) had to avert her gaze, she began to pack her bag with a slight smile stuck to her lips, hoping that he wouldn’t pick up on the nervousness flushing through her whenever he was close. 

“Thank you, Spencer, that means a lot coming from a beloved professor like you.” Her words drew a gritty laugh from him, while a slight rosy tint began to flush his cheeks. (Y/n) shouldered her bag before she began to walk up to him, wordlessly asking him to follow her up the stairs and back to their office. 

“Listen,” Spencer cleared his throat before he kept speaking, seemingly unsure how to put his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I am sorry about those first days, I was annoyed and quite unfriendly to you. Would you allow me to make it up to you?”

“Oh, Spencer, that is very kind of you, but I get it, I would be just as annoyed if I had to give up my personal space to share it with a stranger.” Her soft voice left him smiling, unable to look away from (y/n) while stepping back into their own little bubble, the safe haven they found in their spacey office that was filled with books and collected items. 

“Would you want to get some food with me, as an apology? We could also order in, if you want.” He plopped down on his chair the same second (y/n) did, while holding eye contact from their spots. 

“Sure, that would be lovely, thank you, Spencer.”

……

Her phone had buzzed in her pocket a few minutes ago, and even though it had ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, she was determined to get her search over with before giving into the pull. She had just finished her class and was now combing through their library, in search of new reading material, desperately trying to find her books. 

With a relieved sigh she reached for the book she had looked for these past minutes, pressing it to her side before finally giving into her heart’s silent call. (Y/n)’s hand wandered to her phone, unable to bite down her chuckles as she read Spencer’s all too simple message. 

“Thai or Italian?” 

Ever since that evening in their office, where they had ordered in and started to get to know one another properly, they had begun to form some kind of routine, ordering food at least once a week to spend their evenings together. Spending time with Spencer felt all too easy, too natural, something that made her feel more confused than she liked. 

She was about to type out her reply as she collided with somebody, forcing her eyes off her phone. Hands found her waist to stabilise her frame, keeping the young professor from losing her balance. (Y/n)’s wide eyes found a pair of brown ones, she studied the man for a second before parting her lips to apologise.

“I am so sorry, are you alright?” Her question drew a soft laugh from him. She had seen him from afar a few times, another professor she had yet to properly introduce herself to. He was a handsome man, taller than her and slightly older, and yet he had nothing on the professor she shared her office with.

“Don’t worry, are you alright though?” The man still had his hand placed on her waist, holding onto her while murmuring the question. Just as she wanted to reply, to tell him that nothing had happened, her name was called, forcing her attention towards Spencer, who was approaching the two. An unreadable expression tugged on his features as he studied her and the hand of their colleague which was still glued to her waist. 

“There you are, I was looking for you, sweetheart.” Heat flushed through her at the unfamiliar term of endearment. The second Spencer reached her side, he pulled her from the man’s grasp, straight into his arms. She could only gape up at him, torn between her confusion and the slight twinge of excitement she couldn’t shake as she took in his clear expression of jealousy.  

The man muttered something (y/n) couldn’t pick up, fully focused on Spencer and the way she fit all too perfectly into his grasp. No words were shared between them as they held eye contact, staring at one another as if it was the first time they got to take the other in. Spencer’s thumb stroked soft circles into the fabric of her shirt before he slowly – almost reluctantly – let go of her. 

“I, uhm, you didn’t reply, so I thought I’d go find before you get lost.” Spencer’s whispers drew a soft chuckle from (y/n). She couldn’t stop herself from reaching for his hand to lightly squeeze it as her smile kept growing.

“And what was that whole thing with calling me “sweetheart”?” The blush she was all too familiar with by now returned to his cheeks, while forcing his eyes from her. (Y/n) squeezed his hand again before she began to tug him down the hallway, set on finding their way back to their office.

“Don’t worry, Spence’, I quite liked it.” 

……

“You’re so quiet, what’s going on in that head of yours?” She mumbled the words as she studied Spencer. They were both sitting on the floor, leaning against the small couch placed near their bookshelves, while finishing their food. It had been almost an hour since their situation at the library, but while (y/n) had made some more jokes about the situation, Spencer had grown quiet, deep in thought. 

Spencer’s gaze flickered from his hands to her curious features. He studied her for a few seconds before he placed his plate down and fully turned towards (y/n). No words were shared between them, they were caught in a thick fog of unspoken thoughts, longings, and fears.

“Can I try something?” His husky voice was about to draw a gasp from (y/n). She could only nod her head, not daring to break out of the grasp this situation had on her. Spencer’s hand found her cheek, while his eyes were focusing on her lips. He let a few seconds pass before closing the distance between them. 

Within seconds he had pulled her into his lap, letting (y/n) straddle his thighs as their lips moved in sync. Their hearts were racing, pounding in their chests to beg one another to keep on going, to let their tongues meet while growing comfortable in the new sensation that held their souls hostage. The kiss felt all too perfect, something they had been waiting for ever since crossing paths, something they had longed for and thought of for weeks now. 

“I can’t stop thinking of the way he touched you.” Spencer murmured his words against her lips. A confused expression began to tug on her features as she patiently waited for him to keep on talking. 

“You’re mine to touch, and not his, you’ll never be.” Possessiveness dripped from his words – a possessiveness so strong, it made her feel as if they had been together for years, sharing memories neither could shake. (Y/n) couldn’t speak up, not when she felt Spencer’s hands disappear beneath the fabric of her blouse, softly stroking her sides. 

“Spencer,�� she gasped his name, desperate for more, another touch – anything he’d offer to her. His lips began to find their way down her throat, sucking on spots that made her tingle with a biting heat threatening to leave its mark on her forever. (Y/n)’s hands tugged on his curls while trying to shuffle even closer, letting her core grind against his growing bulge. 

“We shouldn’t do this here.” (Y/n) could only whisper the words as his hands pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her bra to his wandering eyes. The groan that left Spencer at the sight made her forget every word she wanted to speak, every warning, nothing but hazy thoughts were left behind. 

“Tell me why we shouldn’t, baby.” The raspy command forced her to arch her front into his touch. She felt as if he had set her ablaze, burning for him only, a summer solstice bonfire that left her shaking and trembling in a desperate need to turn every offering into something worthy. 

“People will hear.” His hands kept moving, urged on by the desperate whines leaving (y/n). The cold air teased her now naked chest, the hardening nipples Spencer’s fingers tugged on, drawing the most sinful sounds from her parted lips. 

“And? Let them hear how good I’ll be fucking you.” The words seemed to do something to (y/n) - they forced her hands to move from his hair down his front to slowly undo his trousers. Both knew that there was no way out of this, they were high on the feelings the other pushed through them, desperate for the highs they could already feel creeping closer without being properly touched.  

“How can you be so sure you’ll satisfy me enough?” She was riling him up, teasing him in a desperate attempt to forgo any foreplay to be filled by him, needing to feel Spencer buried deep inside of her. They held eye contact for a second as she finally managed to free his cock, twitching in her grasp as if he felt the same exciting heat burning deep inside of him. 

Spencer didn’t speak another word as he pushed her off his lap to murmur a raspy “Undress”. He stared at her as (y/n) pulled out of her jeans, with her soaked panties following a second later. Her skin was prickling, unsure how to act around the man who was now seeing her completely naked for the first time. 

They kept looking at one another while Spencer fisted his cock, giving himself a few pumps before a smirk tugged on his lips. With his hand finding the back of her head, he pulled her in for a teeth-clashing kiss – a kiss so desperate (y/n) feared he’d rob her of her last breath. 

“Turn around, chest down on the couch.” Slowly, (y/n) turned around to follow his command, only to feel him behind her a few moments later. She heard Spencer shuffle around and rip open a condom, before she felt his slender fingers at her aching heat. A loud moan managed to break through her at the feeling of his digits brushing through her slit, collecting drops of her arousal to spread it on her pulsing bundle. 

(Y/n) had to claw her fingernails into the fabric of the couch to ground herself, to let go of a few deep breaths – all while Spencer slowly pulled his fingers away to push his cock towards her entrance. With one hand placed on her waist, he held onto (y/n) while slowly pushing into her – a sensation so strong, it pulled raspy moans from the both of them. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” (Y/n) could only let go of a sob at his praises. She had her eyes squeezed shut, knuckles turning a few shades lighter from the strong grip she had on the couch. Spencer pulled out of her, only to fuck into her with more force, letting his hips meet her behind with every thrust. 

This was neither sweet nor was it slow, it was a desperate fuck, an attempt to get rid of the tension lingering between them, the longings neither of them had managed to shake ever since meeting for the first time. It was a perfect chase that now ended with both of them tumbling to their knees, losing all grip on reality, while being fucked into oblivion. 

“Spencer, fuck, you feel so good.” Tears dripped from her eyes while the words broke through her – words that filled Spencer with pride. His smirk began to widen as her moans grew louder, rumbling through their office like a song both played on repeat.

“Touch yourself, make yourself cum on my cock, baby.” Her fingers blindly followed his command, she circled her pulsing bundle to push herself closer and closer towards the edge, high on the sensation that began to thump through her veins. With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) tried to keep another moan from leaving her, very well knowing that anybody could burst into their office any second now, a risk neither of them should take. And yet they couldn’t care, not when he was buried deep inside of her and about to fuck her through her high. 

(Y/n) began to tremble as her orgasm climbed up her limbs, momentarily robbing her of her sight as black spots appeared in her vision. Spencer kept fucking her from behind, more ferocious with every thrust to chase his own high, set on following her down the edge. Their moans got tangled, ringing in their ears as if fireworks went off in the distance to support them through this long awaited moment. 

Spencer came with a groan of her name, he clung to her as they both rode out their highs with racing hearts and quivering limbs. Heavy pants left them, filling the room with every breath spluttering from their lips. 

“That was,” the rest of her sentence was left hanging in the air. Spencer slowly pulled out of her, he tossed the condom away before finding his way back to her. A slow kiss was shared between them, with his hand cupping her cheek, and hers resting on his shoulders. 

“Perfect, like it was meant to be.”

[en-gelic]

THE BOY IS MINE — !

syn. when you get jealous gn. fluff 1.1k cw. skinship, jealousy, short reader 엔하이픈 형선 ୨୧ the boy is mine LiA'S NOTE my bday is on monday 🤭 COLLECTION 엔하이픈 막내선

LEE HEESEUNG — You had been watching him interact with the engenes for the past 20 minutes, watching as he made flirtatious jokes and held their hands. Pushing back the uncontrollable pout on your lips, you huffed and dodged his kiss when you arrived home. Bewildered by your indifference, he pestered you about it, trying to bribe you to tell him. "Why are you mad? Just tell me." He pressed, burying his head between your neck, pressing ticklish kisses on your collarbone. "Go talk to your fans." You pouted, shrugging him off and stalking into the kitchen. An amused smile grew on his lips as he bit back laughter at your childish behavior.

"Are the engenes really the cause of why you're mad." He questioned, catching your arm before you could escape his grasp. Feeling embarrassed, you refused to answer. He leaned down and pressed kisses on your lips, each one getting longer than first. Pulling away, he trailed kisses down your neck. "Engenes should be jealous of you," He began between kisses. "Because you have me, and I love you." "More than you love the engenes?" You huffed, feeling your anger deplete. He let out a breathy chuckle, scooping you up in his arms and moving to the bedroom. "Of course."

PARK JONGSEONG — Staring daggers at the waitress, you watched Jay charmingly smile at her and engage in what he called polite conversation, but to you was just straight up flirting. You could see that the waitress had a clear crush on him by the way she batted her eyelashes at him repeatedly and the way she hovered around your table like a lost fly. "Baby, where do you want to go after this?" He asked, finishing the wine in his glass. You muttered a half-hearted reply which he was behavior he was not used to seeing from you. Moving to place a hand on yours, he tried to read your face.

"What's wrong?" He questions, worried about your silence. "I don't know. Ask the waitress, she seems to be bored and waiting for a conversation with you." You complained, picking at your food like a 5-year-old. He smiled his charming smile at you, and you huffed even more, turning to look at him. "Just stop doing that smile to everyone." You complained, pushing down the corners of his mouth. "Now she's probably going to fall in love with you and you'll leave me for her ass and personality." You pouted. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss on your pouty lips. That single action caused your lips to twitch upwards as you tried to bite back a smile. He gave you a few more, leaving his lips stained with your red lip product. Getting out your wet wipes, you moved to wipe his lips but was stopped by him dodging your hand. "I have to show the waitress I have a girlfriend, so my pretty girl doesn't get jealous." He said, teasing you with a grin. "I hate you." You replied, feigning indifference, but actually pleased at his stained lips. "I love you too." He answered. ✶ more under the cut !

SIM JAEYUN — Jake had been laying on the floor, playing with Layla for the past hour, leaving you to relish in your growing hatred to a dog you used to love before. "Should we take Layla out for a walk?" He asked, sitting on the bed beside you. Without replying, you turned away from him, playing games on your phone. He shook your leg, immediately noticing something was wrong. "Babe?" He asked. "Go take her by yourself, since you love her more than me." You mumbled, sinking into your blanket barrier. He stilled for a moment, until he slid into the bed with you. "Are you jealous?" His hot breath swirled at your neck as amusement lined his voice.

"Why would I be jealous of a dog?" You retorted, even though you were indeed jealous of a dog. Knowing how much your pride meant to you, he stifled his giggles, which resulted in you huffing even more and moving out of his grasp. You felt him get out of the bed and heard the door open and close after. Thinking he left, you scoffed and buried yourself in the blanket, thinking about ways to get Layla out of the room. An arm startled you out of your thinking as you were moved to your back. Removing the blanket from your head, you found his eyes gazing down at you. "I was reading something," He started, caging you between his arms. "The art of fixing things with your girlfriend, I think it was called." Clearly, you knew that wasn't a thing, but you listened anyway. Leaning down, he caught your ear with his mouth, moving down to your neck. "Step one, was give her a kiss." Before you could reply, his lips collided with yours messily. Pushing him away, you struggled to catch your breath. "Where's Layla?" You questioned, knowing very well that she would come in between what you were about to do. He grinned his signature boyish grin. "She's on her walk."

PARK SUNGHOON — "Does he have to be so pretty?" You complained silently as your date was continuously interrupted by fans and onlookers stopping him to take a photo with him or get his autograph. "We should go to Tifanny and Co next," He started, excited after meeting his fans. "They just said that a new collection was coming out." Without replying, you excused yourself to the bathroom, muttering pouty complaints to yourself, Sunghoon smiling to himself at your irritation, finding it cute that you were jealous.

To make you even more jealous, he chatted about the fans on the drive home fighting back a smile at your pouty replies. You had been so immersed in your phone that you didn't even notice when he pulled up in an empty driveway. He picked up the phone in your hands and put it in one of his pockets, patting his lap afterwards. Pulling a face, you reluctantly moved to his lap, avoiding his gaze. "What's wrong, love? Feeling jealous?" He teased, moving you to face him. "No." You mumbled through evidently pouting lips. His hand traced the fabric on your jeans, moving his hand from your hips to your waist. Pulling you closer to his body, he pressed a peck on your neck, holding it there before moving to your collarbone. "What do you want?" You complained, pushing away from him. Your action was short-lived as he pulled you back, peppering more kisses on your neck. "You." Dancing around the border of temptation, he kissed everywhere but your lips. After he pulled away, your pout increased. "Why did you stop?" He displayed his perfect teeth through a grin. "I see you've forgiven me. Say please and I'll consider." He teased. "Kiss me and I'll forgive you." In an instant, his lips were on yours; the action of forgiveness becoming messier. Pulling away, you slid off his lap. "I'll forgive you now."

© EN-GELIC, 2024

[rowretro]

𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)

❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.

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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.

The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.

There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.

"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.

It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.

It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.

His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.

It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.

"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?

It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.

"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.

She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......

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[cameronspecial]

Hey, I was thinking of something cute for Zach Maclaren, something where he and the reader have been dating for a short time, and even though they've already been intimate, the reader is still shy, and maybe she wants to touch her abs and pecs from Zach, but don't know how to do it? and Zach thinks this is cute?

Body Of A God

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Masterlist

The heat from the sun creates moisture in the air that clings to everyone’s skin. As she fans herself with her hand, her gaze falls on her boyfriend. They’ve been dating for a month now and she finally decided it was time for him to meet her friends, so a picnic was quickly arranged, which is where Y/N finds herself now. She sits on a picnic blanket, nibbling on some cheese with Angela, while some of their other friends are playing soccer on the grass with her boyfriend. The ball goes flying into the net and this gives Zach a break while everyone else celebrates. He lifts his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. Y/N’s eyes make contact with the lines on his stomach and she bites her lip.

They’ve been intimate before, allowing her the opportunity to run her hands all over his abs. However, sometimes, she feels the need to place her hands on his belly to feel how the muscles move under her hand as he breathes. She doesn’t know how to ask him though. She’s never been in a situation where she wants to touch someone (Other than holding hands, hugging or resting a head on a friend’s shoulder) in a non-sexual manner.

Feeling someone’s gaze on him, Zach’s eyes flicker to his girlfriend to find her ogling his abs. He smirks to himself and runs over to her. “Hey, Angela. Do you mind stepping in on the field for me? I need a break,” he requests to her friend. Angie nods and runs into the game. He nestles himself beside Y/N, throwing his arm around her shoulder. “You okay, Baby?” he mumbles. She turns to him, “Yeah. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know… You seem to be staring at me a lot. And while I am flattered, I’m beginning to believe you think something is wrong with my stomach.”

Her head shakes from side to side, “No. No. Nothing is wrong with your stomach. I think it’s perfect. Very pretty.” 

Embarrassment creeps up on her through a warmth on her cheeks. She shuts her mouth and buries her head in his neck to hide her face. He gives a light-hearted smile, “Aww, don’t be embarrassed, Baby. I think it’s cute. Now, why don’t you tell me why you were looking so much.” She takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip. “I want to touch your stomach,” she whispers. He brings his hand to his ear with a teasing smile, “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. Can you say that again?” She sighs and looks him in the eyes. “I want to put my hand on your abs.” He smirks. His hand reaches to pick hers up and places it on the lines of his belly. “All you had to do is ask, Baby. There is nothing more I enjoy than feeling your skin on mine.” The skin is smooth and a little damp from the heat. The pads of her fingers trace the perpendicular dips in his skin. It tickles him. 

“How does it feel?” he questions.

She smiles at him and presses a kiss to his lips, “Like the body of a god.”

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[onlygarden]

[only you take me far away] - yang jungwon

genre: smut, some fluff

description: jungwon is so amazed by you. jungwon x reader sex, unprotected sex, sub jungwon, dom reader, jungwon is down bad for reader of course, slight overstimulation 18+

a/n: GODDDD i would sacrifice everything i have for a 43% chance to have this man

jungwon’s whiny little voice was so expressive, like it often was, but this time his bellowing was caused by the utter wonderment he felt in this moment; the body he so worshipped and applauded was blurring his every sense with inexpressible pleasure. it was all he could do to throw his lovely little head back as he squirmed, writhed, and nearly began to cry underneath you. 

“do you feel good baby?” you ask from above him. you look so breathtaking when you’re above him, he thought. 

god, you were just killing him. of course he felt good. he was reduced to nothing more than a puddle, obediently dormant, reveling in the pleasure you poured onto him making him overflow. 

he hauls his heavy head from the pillow it rested on, nodding languidly at your obvious question. 

“i love it when you look like this. you look so pretty baby,” you lean forward, intentionally reducing your movements to measured drags across his length. 

you adore the way his face reacts to your change of pace, his brows drawing inward and slightly upward, and his mouth peeking open even further allowing a moan to depart. he draws in a breath with desperation, his eyes flickering shut (although they were barely open), and his cheek sending a twitch to his eye in the most delicious way. 

you smooth away the hair that obstructed his forehead, dampened by the sheen of sweat that lounged there, beautifully illuminating his skin.

“i need you to try to look at me baby,” you tell him softly, quietly. 

he was trying, but god it was so hard to keep his hazy eyes open when you forced him into such a dizzy state. nevertheless, he forced his heavy eyes to open as far as they would permit, which wasn’t much. he would never just ignore a request from you, though. 

his eyes latched onto you like you were his life-source. he watched you with such gratitude, as if you provided the breath that filled his lungs. 

you gazed down onto him, noticing how his almost distressed expression fizzled into one of pure euphoria. every muscle in his face was completely relaxed, and his mouth was still slightly agape. he looked as though his mind had floated to a separate dimension, while his body remained here with you. boy, was he cute. 

you continued to draw your body up and down along his pretty cock, quickening your pace a bit, adoring the whines that escaped his mouth with no control. your own pleasure began to overwhelm you as the distance to reach your peak grew shorter. 

“my sweet baby, are you close?” you ask him, your voice sounding strained. jungwon felt as though the room was narrowing in on him as the sensation of his approaching orgasm began to surround him magically. 

“ah fuck, yes noona,” and that’s the longest sentence you’ve heard jungwon utter this entire time, the only thing previously leaving his mouth being his adorably pitiful moans and whines. 

you could just explode at the way noona falls from his mouth.

jungwon’s facial expression contorts once again into one that makes you believe he’s going to start sobbing. 

jungwon draws in heavy and rapid breaths as he beautifully whimpers in between each one, and his hands latch urgently onto your hips. 

a loud, extended moan leaves his mouth, followed by a series of shaky and breathy whines as he spills gracefully inside of you, his hips twitching involuntarily into yours. his body convulses forward ever so slightly, and he falls back onto the bed, shivering after his orgasm completed it’s course through him. he began trying to catch his breath, but you just weren’t stopping. 

you circle your clit with your hand as your own orgasm approaches, crashing onto you with a shattering force. jungwon feels tears burning against his eyes again as the enchanting sound of your moans fills his body with heat. you continue gliding along his cock as you cum, and jungwon’s mind travels to a daze he never thought he could reach. 

jungwon throws his head back, overwhelmed, and his hands feebly push at your thighs as your persistent movements become too much for him. you eventually slow to a stop, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest as it rises and falls. you feel his hands as they begin to run along the side of your body. his chin rests on the top of your head, and he utilizes this moment to admire any part of you his eyes can catch. 

a few moments pass before you’re leaning up, lifting yourself off jungwon’s cock, and moving to lay your body beside him. as he turns his head to face you, his lips betray him as a delicate and tired smile dusts across his face beyond his control. 

“you’re insane,” he tells you, “you actually blow my mind.” you lean up to squeeze his cutie little squishy face with one of your hands, and the both of you giggle. 

“so do you,” you say, eyes beaming at him, and his own eyes return the same sentiment like usual. “you always do.”

[tillyysaturn]

Cold

Your stuck inside on a snowy day at Hogwarts when your boyfriend Mattheo gets an idea. Warnings: Non! Just pure fluff and slight swearing. Reader may or may not fall through some ice ;)

It was a cold day. It had been snowing as soon as you opened your curtains in the morning. It was now the afternoon and after a first year had been hit so hard with a snowball that it ended in a trip to the infirmary, everyone had been under strict instructions not to go outside. So you were practically trapped in the Slytherin common room, sat by the fire as you watched the snow fall softly outside the window. You sent Theo a quick glare.

“What?! Y/n I didn’t know the bloody snowball was majority ice!” Theo raised his voice, he had been dealing with snarky remarks from practically everyone in school since he was the one who threw the snowball at the first year.

“It was pretty funny though, the kid went straight down like a sack of potatoes.” Mattheo said, sniggering at the memory. The pair of them had been having a snow fight outside, purposely aiming for unknowing first years while you had been having a nap, planning on joining them until you were told you were no longer allowed outside.

“You should have woken me up.” You snapped at Mattheo who raised his arms in defence, “But you looked so cute and peaceful sleeping.” He said, reaching his hand out for your hair but you hit it away before he could. He pouted at this but you only scowled back at him. Mattheo’s eyes suddenly lit up, something clicking in his mind.

“I mean, who says we have to follow the rules?” He says, smirking slightly. You knew exactly what he was thinking, “But won’t Dumbledore have put some sort of spell around the castle?” Theo said, taking a hit from his cigarette and not really paying much attention to what Mattheo was saying. Your eyes lit up. Mattheo was at times not the best boyfriend but there was one thing he loved more than anything. Something he would do almost anything to see. Your smile. So when he saw the smile tugging at the corners of your lips, he knew what he was going to do.

“Quick, go put some warm clothes on.” Mattheo said, you didn’t have to be told twice, jumping up and practically running to your dorm.

“Your whipped man.” Theo said, scoffing but Mattheo didn’t let his friends snarky comment bring him down.

“Just because you have a better relationship with your cigarettes than any girls.” Mattheo said, earning another glare from Theo who refused to move from his chair, “Now get up. We’re going outside.” Mattheo said, he was determined to get everyone together so you could have a good time. “We? No dude. This is between you and Y/n. It’s fucking freezing out there.” Theo said, Mattheo swiftly made his way over to him and grabbed his cigarette from his hand, putting it out on the closest ashtray. Theo sighed in defeat, standing up finally.

“I’ll get Draco and Blaise.” Theo said, defeated as he headed towards his dorm room.

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Once everyone was outside, you shivered slightly. It was really, really cold. It had been an effort sneaking past the teachers that were guarding the exists of the castle but it wasn’t anything you haven’t don’t before. You were now stood beside the black lake that had frozen over, admiring its beauty. Until your head was forcefully hit to the side. The cold, icy snow came in contact with your cheek like a slap across your face. You gasped, hearing Draco laugh obnoxiously at your reaction. You didn’t hesitate to pick up your own snowball and launch it in his direction, Mattheo also had the same idea and you both erupted in laughter when both your snowballs hit him in the face, getting in his perfectly gelled hair.

You all immediately erupted in laughter and yells and snowballs were being thrown from all directions. You could feel your hands going numb but you didn’t care, throwing snowballs at whoever was close enough. You must have hit Mattheo because you felt him tackle you down into the thick snow that covered the ground.

“You hit me, I thought we had a truce.” He said as you yelled and squirmed in his grip but to no success. You began laughing uncontrollably as he began to shove snow down the back of your hood. In return you picked up as much snow as you could and shoved it in his face. He froze for a moment and in his shock you shoved yourself away from him. It was only when you slid backwards that you realised you were now on the black lake. You looked down, you could see how deep the water was. Your heat rate quickened at the thought that you might fall through. Once Mattheo had picked himself back up off the floor, he immediately saw the panic in your eyes as you had somehow made your way quite far across the lake in your attempt to get away from him.

You immediately tried to stand and walk back to him but you lost your footing and fell. The sound of ice cracking beneath you sending shivers through yours and Mattheo’s spines. You looked down again, now surrounded by cracking ice. That was when you noticed just how thin the layer of ice was. The sound of screaming had now died down as the others became aware of your current situation.

“Y/N!” Pansy yelled as she tried to run over to you but was held back by Lorenzo, “Don’t, we can’t have both of you falling.” Lorenzo told her as everyone yelled at you to try crawl back. You were about ten feet away from everyone and as you tried to move, you only heard more cracking from the ice. You froze.

“Don’t move. I’m coming to get you.” Mattheo said, about to step onto the ice but Theo tried to stop him. Bad idea. “You’ll fall too.” He said but Mattheo wasn’t in the mood for listening to him right now, “I don’t give a shit.” He said, stepping cautiously onto the ice. It didn’t crack. Another step. It didn’t crack. Everyone held their breaths at the scene, cursing themselves for not bringing their wands. Another step. The ice cracked, not around Mattheo but you. You looked down just in time to see the ice fall from beneath you. You screamed and then all you could feel was cold. It encompassed you immediately, sending you into instant panic as you hurriedly kicked your feet and arms in an attempt to get back to the surface. You could hear yells from above the ice.

Mattheo didn’t know what he was doing in that moment he just ran. He didn’t care that he was on thin ice. Didn’t care that he was risking his life. It all happed so fast, he reached the water just as you began to drift further under the ice. He grabbed your hand just in time, pulling you back to the surface and onto the ice. He didn’t give himself time to think and he picked you up, getting you off the ice in seconds. Nobody had the chance to process what had just happened until you were back in front of them, coughing up water as Mattheo fell back into the snow, catching his breath. Pansy was crying as she hugged you, thankful that you were back. The boys didn’t show it but they all breathed a sigh of relief that they didn’t know they were holding back.

“Fuck.” Theo mumbled as you finally pulled yourself together. “I’m freezing.” You say, shivering profusely as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

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Once you snuck back into the castle which was also a task as you were leaving water wherever you went, Mattheo hurried you back into your dorm. He picked you out your fluffiest pair of pyjamas and laid them on your bed for you.

You wasted no time in having probably the hottest shower of your life and exited the bathroom to be greeted with Mattheo laying on your bed. You half expected him to have left by now but he was still here, waiting for you to finish your shower.

“Get here.” He said bluntly, opening his arms for you. You did as he asked and he pulled you into the tightest hug of your life, you almost couldn’t breathe.

“Never scare me like that again.” He said into your fluffy pyjama top as he threatened to never let go of you again. “Thank you.” You said softly, you didn’t know where you would be without Mattheo right now, literally. You would probably six feet under ice at the bottom of the black lake.

He pulled away from you, holding either side of your head as he held eye contact. You couldn’t help the smile that began to spread across your face as you looked at him. It was big smile, a genuine smile. And Mattheo loved it.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

only you (f.h.) (drabble)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

A/N: The last month was pretty busy so I couldn't write much but I had a cute lil thought about this while I was on the bus cuz of all the Five tiktoks on my fyp

"Honestly Five, your head isn't screwed on straight! No one in their right mind would put themselves at this much risk over and over again!" You shouted, voice almost hoarse and mouth dry as you continued to berate him, as you had since you arrived almost twenty minutes ago.

Your husband continued to ignore you, not even bothering to justify his reckless mission anymore and you continued to shout, waving your hands around in your helplessness and frustration.

Five Hargeeves was a great man but the one thing you absolutely detested about him was how he decided he had to do everything on his own. You were his partner, both in the commission and in his life, but he refused to trust you with his own matters.

To a certain degree, you could understand him. He was so anxious about saving his family, so tormented by their deaths hanging over him that he felt that unless he oversaw every single detail, it would all fall apart.

But just because you understood, didn't mean you appreciated your husband putting himself in harm's way when you could've helped him.

"Are you even listening to me?! Five! Your wife is here yelling at you, and you don't even have the decency to look her in the eye?!"

He didn't reply and you were stuck staring at his broad, blazer-clad shoulders.

Then he shifted, taking a deep breath and you heard the shaky breath he let out.

"Five?"

He finally turned, eyes glistening, cheeks wet and lip quivering and you felt so heartbroken at the sight of him that you felt your own tears prick at your eyes. You immediately closed the gap between you, "Oh, sweetheart."

You sat him down in the armchair, perching on his lap and letting him hide his face into your neck, peppering kisses to the crown of his head as he took some time to compose himself.

"I'm just—so tired." His voice cracked and you felt like your heart did as well, pulling away from him just enough so you could kiss his tears away.

"Shh, it's okay." You whispered, gently running your thumbs over the peak of his cheekbones. His hands were gripping your waist with the strength of a vice, nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

"What do you need, Five? Just give me the word and I'll make it happen." You told him, now more determined than anything to shoulder the pain he was feeling, "I would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy, my love. Tell me what you need."

He slumped over in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours, "You. Only you."

You sighed, now running your fingers through his hair. A part of you was disappointed that he was still unable to open up, another was unsurprised.

"Silly request. I'm already all yours."

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Have you ever thought about reporter!marc having his own podcast?? Like years after his falling out with Valentino he starts one with Alex, and it actually breaks out of the niche of motogp simply because it’s so well done. It becomes a staple in riders yearly marketing duties, with Marc asking insightful questions, maybe getting some acclaim outside the pieces he would write on Valentino. Like ppl who don’t even watch races will tune in to listen because it hits that sweet spot of expert explaining what they love with passion. The end game of all of this is of course the divorce episode, where by some power of god Valentino does an interview on the podcast. And, as has happened in real life, he is much more open and vulnerable on the podcast even though it’s marcs (especially because it’s marcs??)… it either starts them toward reconciliation or next level fame trauma or both :)

the thing about this au is that SHOULD initially be more resentful of each other— marc is a reporter prying at vale’s careful facade and vale is a representation of everything that marc wanted but never got. they each catch on the other’s most tender of issues and it SHOULDDDDD prevent them from falling in love crazystyle but unfortunately for them it does not. truly they are friendly they are yappers they are personable and marc has that same razor sharp but occasionally goofy gleam in his eye that vale does and an insane little face to boot. reallyyruly deeply they just have an instant and natural affinity for each other… UNFORTUNATELY for them, this also means that when the breakup happens it is just a bad if not WORSE than irl. just like it happens here, apply some pressure career-wise, and all of the reasons they SHOULD hate each other start to look a lot more viable… they do NOT forgive people fucking with their ability to succeed…

so. anyways your beautiful little scenario. it’s a few years post sepang and they have an overly professional but CLEARLY cold detente. still make each other hyena laugh occasionally in that deranged way that they do but after that it’s like. ignoring each other in presscons while marc asks increasingly insane questions about vale’s age with every new article…. marc (along with every other journo) has a podcast (i think he videos it so he has an excuse to throw on one of his slut turtlenecks) and its pretty successful because marc has this inherent ability to understand/create narrative in sport (usually he uses this power on himself but i for one would LOVE to see his hot takes on the others lol) which i DO think is literally the mark of a good sports journalist. they are paid to do rpf, in a way. BUT the most notable thing is the WAYYYYYY he talks about vale… incisive. oddly almost worshipful. frank. strange note of tension coloring his voice. funny. occasionally mean. sometimes he starts a story off about the two of them from when he was just starting his career with abject delight in every line of his posture before cutting himself off and changing the subject… and the thing is i DONT think he gets vale on the pod until post reconciliation and then he drops like. a two hour intimate interview of them cackling like LUNATICS out of genuinely fucking NOWHERE and every single listener in the world is like i thought they HATED EACH OTHER ?? an absolute BOMB in the motogp journo podcasting world

[kyletogaz]

the fall: part two cw: angst, hurt/no comfort, death mention, flashback part one

you miss kyle. 

you know he shouldn't be on your radar, but it's been almost two months since you've last seen him. sometimes you wonder how he's doing, and if he's safe. cutting off all contact with kyle was the best thing for you and your sanity, but it was also one of the hardest decisions you've ever had to make.

the next time kyle shows up on your doorstep, it takes you by surprise. you were certain that he would stay away after the verbal lashing you gave him.

your eyes are wide and your voice is tinged with shock when you question him about being at your door. “i thought i told you to-"

"go to hell? yeah, i heard you loud and clear, darling.” kyle will never tell you, but he loves it when you put him in his place. “i just wanted to talk, if you’ll let me.”

you refuse to look him in the eye as you step aside to let him in. you know for a fact that he won’t leave you be, so you’ll just have suck it up and get through this visit with your sanity intact. when kyle is finally inside, you close the door and lock it, then follow him to the living room. he makes himself comfortable on your couch and you have to resist the urge to make him leave. you were already starting to regret letting him in.

pretty brown eyes look at you expectantly, and you know he wants you to take the seat next to him. you don’t. and perhaps it was done out of spite, but you chose another seat instead. kyle frowns at the distance between you two, but he doesn't comment on it. he eyes you for a moment, before he lets out a shaky sigh and opens his mouth to speak.

you beat him to it.

“you left me.” it breaks his heart to hear how small your voice sounds, and how you stare off to the side with an unhappy look on your pretty face. “and the worst thing about all of this, is how i went back on my word because i’m too fucking blinded by love and a pretty face.”

you meet kyle’s gaze head on when he apologizes, as if it would mend your poor fractured heart. “you can’t be too remorseful, if leaving was your first choice. do you have any idea how it made me feel?” you ask, your voice full of fury. “it made me feel like i meant nothing to you, like i was nothing more than a one night stand. is that what you think of me? that i’ll always be good enough for you to fuck, but not good enough for you to love?” you watch him wince at the venom in your tone.

he shakes his head in denial and tells you that he does love you, but all you can do is stare at him in disbelief, as your eyes glisten with tears. "i’m not even sure if i believe you, kyle,” you manage to choke out while you try to regain control over your emotions.

kyle watches you with a heavy heart. he did this, never expecting for you to fall in love with him. but when he realized the exact moment your feelings for him started to change, he never mentioned it to you. it was inconsiderate of him to let it happen when this wasn’t what either of you agreed to. he should have ended it when he first got the chance, but deep down, he wanted you to love him.

“did you know i was in love with you?” the question had been gnawing at your brain for the last couple of days.

you finally get the chance to ask kyle, and he doesn’t bother responding. how can he, when the answer is written all over his face. it shocks you to your core. he’s sitting across from you with tense shoulders and a jaw that’s clenched so tight, you think it might shatter. he won’t even look you in the eye. you’ve been struggling with your feelings for weeks and he knew. it hurt to know that he’s carried your secret around with him for god knows how long, and not once did he ever acknowledge it.

you don’t even bother kicking kyle out. he watches you storm away from him and into your bedroom, the sound of your door slamming traveling to his ears. he runs a hand down his face, before swearing loudly. he knows he fucked up and he’s not even sure if he can fix it. with a sigh, kyle strides down the hallway to your bedroom. he doesn’t knock. he sits on the floor with his back resting against the wall across from your door as he listens to your sobs. he wants so badly to open the door and go to you, but he knows his presence will only make things worse.

kyle’s not sure how long he sits there on your floor with his head in his hands, before you emerge from your room. he straightens up when he hears your door creak open, his face falling when he notices your red eyes and the pained expression on your face. “you’re still here,” you comment softly as you stand in the doorway.

kyle leans against the wall with a sigh. “wouldn’t have been right for me to leave you.”

like you did before, you think to yourself bitterly. you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud. you were already hurting enough as it is. it makes no sense to pour more salt into the wound.

kyle watches you shift from foot to foot, before you sink down to the floor across from him. the look on his face is unreadable and it makes you nervous. you want to know what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling. you want to know if what he said was true.

“what you said before—” you bit your lip nervously. you’re not exactly sure if you want an answer to the question you’re about to ask. you pause for a moment to gather up the courage to just spit it out. “you said you loved me. is that true, or were you just telling me what i wanted to hear?”

kyle has to look away from your imploring eyes when he tells you that he meant what he said. you expect to feel some kind of warmth from his words. It should make you happy that kyle loves you, but it doesn't. your feel your lips tremble, as you suck in a breath to keep your tears at bay. when kyle meets your gaze again, his eyes are wet with tears, and the look on his face is just as bad as the one on yours.

"i don't understand," you whine as you brush your tears away. "why didn't you say anything, kyle?"

"because i'm selfish. i wanted your love even though i never planned to let you have mine. and i hope you'll forgive me for everything i'm about to say." he pauses to take a deep breath. he's not sure how this conversation will end, but he has to get it out, for his sake and yours. "i could have told you months ago that i was in love with you but i decided not to. and as much as it pains me to say this, i thought it would be easier for you to love someone else. i’m a soldier, sweetheart.” he’s got too many enemies lurking and too much blood on his hands. “you deserve someone who won't leave for deployment and come back to you in a casket. i won’t ruin you like that, lovie. i should have broken things off with you as soon as it became too much for me. that was always the plan."

“so you’ve decided for the both of us, then.” you hate the way your voices cracks as you say it. you haven’t fully processed kyle’s answer. it wasn’t something you thought you would ever hear from his mouth.

“i’m sorry.”

the cord keeping you tethered to kyle snaps violently when you tell him it’s over and that you’re done.

it’s for the best, you think over and over again as you watch kyle walk out of your door, and out of your life. this isn’t what you want, but since kyle’s determined to keep you at arm’s length, he’s not giving you much of a choice.

when you no longer see the taillights on his truck, you brace yourself for the flood of tears you’re sure will come. and when they do, you don’t fight them.

damn you, kyle.

the shrill sound of your phone ringing snaps you out of a daze, the high volume making you flinch a little. when you look down to see who’s calling, you see kyle's name. you don’t even hesitate to answer.

“hello?”

"good evenin’, doll. i'm sorry to be callin' you so late." it's simon. what the hell was he doing with kyle’s phone, and why was he calling you and not kyle himself?

"simon?" you must sound confused because he apologizes again. "it's fine. something must be wrong if you're calling from kyle's phone." when the silence lasts a little too long for your liking, you snap out a firm, “simon, please."

“it’s kyle, he’s hurt.”

a/n: thank you to @starsofang for the inspiration. ily 💕

don’t jump me, i’m working on part three right now so y’all can get a happy ending.

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[strzlun]

ETERNITY

// shim jake //

pairing: vampire!jake x femreader

word count- 7.3k

genre/cws- fluff, angst, vampire au, past lives, deja vu(?), past memories(?), crying, desperation, love, confession(?), turnings into vampires, just a lot of emotions, jake falls first but both him and reader fall hard

> [1] of FATED(LOVE) AU

summary- Jake longed to spend an eternity with his only love

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Waiting an eternity is deemed the most unbearable investment in anything whether it be living or non-living.

Yet, Jake willing to wait an eternity for you was simply nothing more than a walk in a park, until you’re back in his arms once again.

Jake never believed to find such a pure love before. Until now, where he admired you from a distance, how each step of yours consisted of a bounce as your warm smile greeted the town.

He was teased endlessly of not having enough courage to even speak a word to you let alone even get near your presence. Jake knew you weren’t a bad person as a matter of a you were far from it, you were kind and warm hearted.

Those were one of the few characteristics he found himself intrigued by from you. You were new to the town not moving too long ago but you seemed to have already made your stamp in the town. Everyone adored you, himself including.

It may not be a complete love story between the two of you but to him, it was the best love he could have ever been given.

The town always hosted a dinner every friday where everyone comes together in a celebratory manor to simply meddle with one another. It was nothing much but to the town, it seemed like a happy family gathering.

As Jake readied himself making sure that he looked presentable. In the beginning, he never really cared for these dinners only attending once every blue moon to receive the free food.

But the moment you entered town, he made sure to never miss a single dinner in hopes of getting a slimmer of a glance at you and if he wasn’t asking for too much a chance to talk with you.

He cleared his throat before straightening out his posture before stepping out and heading to the town hall for the dinner. His inner thoughts prepared pep talks for him to build up his courage to put an end to his admiration from a distance for you (in reality he did and never will mind).

He entered through the door before getting greeted by a few people. A few of those greetings being words of encouragement and advice for him to finally talk to you.

 It was pretty well known around town that Jake was completely smitten by you, but he can only hope that it hadn’t reached you.

He gave kind smiles before finding his way around. The mellow music and lighting truly set the atmosphere into a soothing one. He sat at a table fiddling with his fingers, his leg bouncing up and down in jitters. He always became nervous in these dinners knowing that he would be in such proximity to you.

He was brought out of his thoughts when the town hall seemed to have lightened up. He quickly looked to see you walking through, practically having the whole town greet you with warm smiles and greetings. Jake felt his heart rate rise as you walked through, seeming to get closer to him.

His breath was getting caught in his throat the more you came into his view. His mind wanting to look anywhere else instead of you but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Just as you passed him, you caught his gaze on you.

Jake felt like his world just came to halt, he thinks this must’ve been the first time you see him. He tried everything in his power to avoid you like plague even though you couldn’t have done any wrong to him.

He saw how your face contoured into a smile as you looked at him. Jake never thought he would ever be on the receiving end of your smile but today seemed to prove him wrong. His muscles moving on their own, as he returned your smile with his very own but just like that the moment was over.

You walked past him greeting someone else, as he stared at the ghost of you where you had just smiled at him. He tried to wrap his head around the moment and the smile on his face only grew larger, he peered over his shoulder to see you laughing as your laughter filled his ears and soared in his heart and mind.

To Jake, this was a moment to go down in history.

Jake didn’t expect to have any more interactions with you that night. But you seemed to have plans, as later in the night you stood in front of him. Jake took notice of you and believed he must’ve been hallucinating for a moment, there was no way that you were actually in front of him.

However, when you said ‘hi’ to him that’s when it began to become a little more real. He choked on his water and began to cough loudly as he harshly patted his chest to get his air flow back.

You worriedly patted his back in order to help and the moment your hand came into contact with his back, Jake felt like his whole body was on fire. He quickly cleared his throat before turning to properly face you, your worried face stared at him as you retracted your hand away.

“Are you okay?” You softly asked, in reality Jake was not okay, he has his one sided crush in front of him and talking to him as he completely embarrassed himself in-front of you

Jake nodded his head before awkwardly stretching his neck as he avoided eye contact with you, which you easily took notice of.

“Is that seat taken?” You pointed to the seat next to him, and Jake easily nodded his head before quickly pulling the chair out for you

You smiled at his gesture before taking the seat next to him. You noticed how you looked to Jake as he faced away from you, softly playing with his fingers.

“Are you new to the town?” You had never seen of him before so you assumed he must’ve been new to the town just like you and wanted to offer the hospitality you were given when you first came

“Uh no” He awkwardly chuckled peering a glance to you only to see your surprised expression, you cursed at yourself for assuming that he was new and immediately began to apologize

When Jake heard your apologies, he quickly faced you and shook his head in disagreement to your apologies. He didn’t want you apologizing for not realizing that he was apart of the town when he tried everything in his power to avoid you and not run into you.

“I don’t really interact much with the others so I don’t blame you for not knowing. Please don’t apologize, you don’t have to” Jake assured you with a kind smile to ease your high tension and it seemed to have work as you stopped your endless apologies with a nod

“I’m Jake, nice to meet you” Jake was shocked that he unknowingly gained the courage to finally speak with you but the moment you came, it seemed like everything fell into place and began to move smoothly

You smiled at Jake’s introduction before introducing yourself to him with an offered hand which he gladly accepted. You took notice to how his hold on your hand was faint and soft, as there was a glint in his eye that made your heart flutter but also rest in ease.

“So how about you tell me a little about yourself?” Jake asked and you were more than pleased to create a conversation with him, Jake scooted his seat closer to yours in order to make sure he heard every single thing you told him, not wanting to miss anything

The conversation held up to three hours before having to end as the dinner finally came to its end. You slightly pouted as you realized that your conversation with Jake would have to end when you didn’t want to end it in the slightest.

Jake helped grabbed your belongings as you two continued your conversation out the town hall to the chilly midnight breeze.

You faced Jake with sad eyes before sighing deeply, you didn’t realize that he was feeling the exact same way even worse than you.

Those three hours spent talking to you had to be the best three hours of his life, if it were up to him, he would continue to spend the rest of the night just talking with you.

“Sadly, I think this is where we go our own way” You sighed, Jake suppressed his smile before nodding his head

“I must thank you for this night, it was my greatest pleasure spending this time with you” Jake told as he handed your belongings back to you whilst noticing how you slightly shivered as the breeze flew on by

“No thank you Jake for this lovely night” You smiled but it faltered when you noticed Jake removing his jacket before draping it around your shoulder, he adjusted it just right for you

Your eyes widen in shock as he warmly smiled to you before looking into your eyes. Your smile plastered itself across your face again as you and Jake went your separate ways. Jake tried to maintain his composure, not wanting to suddenly explode in happiness just yet.

You looked over your shoulder to see Jake’s fading figure before looking ahead not realizing how Jake had done the same when you weren’t looking. He saw his jacket draped over you as you faded away from his point of view, and it was as if something had taken over him in that moment.

His legs having a mind of their own as he quickly twisted his body and jogged over to you. You heard the footsteps behind you and you turned around to met with Jake’s slightly panted figure.

“Let me walk you home” Jake panted with a soft smile creeping on his face when you agreed for him to walk you home, the conversation easily continued from where it was left off as Jake accompanied you back home

“Will you be alright walking back?” You asked the moment you reached your front door, Jake confidently nodded his head to your question

You nodded your head in return before making your way to your front door, but just as you were going to enter you realized Jake’s jacket still wrapped over you. You gasped before quickly removing his jacket and offering it back to him.

You thanked him for lending it to you to which he said it was ‘no problem’. Now, you were actually going to enter your house that was until you heard Jake call out to you. You quickly turned and hummed at him, wondering what he needed.

“Tonight was absolutely pleasant but I was wondering actually more like hoping if you would like to do this again sometime?” Jake tried to not seem nervous but failed miserably which made you giggle, Jake awkwardly chuckled as he rubbed the back of neck, he really wish to do this with you again

“I would be glad to do this again” Jake’s ears immediately perked hearing you agree to his offer and he tried very hard to keep his excitement to minimum as he brightly smiled and nodded his head

“Perfect, how does next week sound?” Jake knew that he couldn’t come off too strong in fear of losing you but he truly wished to see you again soon

“Let me check my schedule” You teased before tapping your finger against your chin as if you were actually thinking as he stared at you amused

“Looks like I am free next Wednesday afternoon” You hummed and Jake’s smile only grew wider as he bit his lip before nodding his head

“I’ll pick you up then” You waved goodbye to Jake before entering your house and locking it, and the moment Jake made sure the coast was clear he quickly sprung up from happiness

His cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling but he couldn’t care less. He has a proper date with, what more could he ask for in this moment. He happily began to kick small pebble around as he walked away from your house.

What Jake didn’t notice was how the moment you entered your house, you pressed your back against the door as you covered your smiling face in your hands. You went over to a window and peered through it to find Jake kicking pebbles from his feet with a smile that you’re seeming to grow to adore.

You had a date with Jake and you were beyond excited for it.

The sun beamed down on Jake’s figure as he combed his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t keep count to just how many times he ran his fingers through his hair but what he did know was that at any moment his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

He didn’t get any sleep last night, he was up until dawn simply thinking about you. Arms wrapped around his pillow as you haunted his mind, he couldn’t believe that he was able to celebrate a successful interaction with that led to proper date.

His thoughts were cleared the moment he heard the creaking of your front door. His gaze immediately shifted to you and could feel how his knees nearly gave out on him.

You gave a smile as you made your way towards him, Jake stared at you in complete awe. You giggled when you noticed his gaze as he snapped out of it and pulled something from his back. 

You curiously looked to him and gasped seeing the beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“I picked them out this morning” You admired the flowers before smiling brightly and thanking him for them which he simply brushed off

Jake offered his arm for you to grasp which you happily complied as he guided you, simple chatter and laughter coming from the two of you was enough to set your heart soaring.

You had just properly met not too long ago and you couldn’t fully comprehend that sheer effect that Jake over your heart already. You wondered how he easily was able to mingle his way into your life so easily.

“Is there something on my face?” Jake realized your stare on him as he slowed down the walk, softly brushing his face and ruffling his fingers in his hair, your admirable smile towards him shined through to his soul

The amount of power you easily had over Jake could never be matched. He could’ve only prayed to even have a chance to even greet you but here he was, your hand wrapped around his arm as you stared at him with a smile that already owned his mind.

Jake didn’t realize such pure happiness and love could ever exist but you flipped his whole life around.

Your freed your hand from his arm as you faintly brushed a strand of hair that ghosted his forehead. Jake admired you, unable to take his eyes off of you. When you pulled away, you hummed happily before letting your hand rest its position back on his arm.

Jake snapped himself out of his daze shaking his head lightly before guiding you back to what he had planned for the two of you.

Time had passed as if time wasn’t a sacred limited in the universe. You and Jake were brought back from the fantasy that you resided in to reality the moment the two of you reached your front door.

“Thank you so much for today” You held the bouquet of flowers close to you as you faced him, Jake had his hands stuffed in his pockets with a shy smile

“I should be the one thanking you for letting me take you out” Jake assured but you could only chuckle at his kind words and right when you were going to respond a voice was heard in the distance

“Finally gained the courage to talk to her! Way to go Jake!” A passing town folk yelled as noticing how you and Jake were conversing with the noticeable flowers in your arms, Jake closed his eyes in embarrassment as you chuckled and waved to the town folk

“Glad he finally mustered up the courage!” You commented causing Jake to open his eyes and stare at you in disbelief, you shrugged your shoulders at him as you stifled a laugh

Jake simply just raised his arm in defeat to the teasing remarks made towards him. He let out his own chuckle before shooting a jokingly glare to you as you looked away innocently as if you had done no wrong— even though in his eyes you could do no wrong.

“I think I should be the one to express my gratitude. So thank you Jake for gaining the courage to come up to me to take me on this very lovely date” Giving the smile that gave Jake simply adored, he rolled his eyes as he shook his head

“Anytime” Jake’s arms folded over his upper body as he jokingly bowed to you as if you were one of a high class, you laughed at his gestures before following his act and doing a curtsy to him

You and Jake erupted in laughter, as the breeze swayed by as the softly dimmed light surrounding as the clouds that once painted the sky soon faded away as the moonlight shun down illuminating Jake’s features.

Your heart pounded as your mind took a mental picture to capture the moment as it would easily be embedded into your mind for the rest of eternity.

Seemingly enough you weren’t the only one to experience the altering moment. When the moonlight shined, you suddenly became the only thing that mattered to Jake in that moment.

Racking his mind for any type of logical answer as to why he felt this away about you even way before even properly meeting you was in vail.

You effortlessly entered Jake’s life as if it were nothing but a walk in a park to you, as all you needed to do was smile to get him wrapped around your fingers.

Jake understood that he was falling deep into a hole that he dug for himself the moment he laid his eyes on you, still he willingly continued to dive even deeper into that hole if it meant to have the luxury of you beside him.

Hours, days, weeks, months passed by as you and Jake easily grew closer together that it could be mistaken that the two of you were together. Practically every waking moment, you and Jake were glued together.

It was obvious of the growing feelings blooming between the two of you and the town ushered for you two to stop wasting time and do everyone the favor and get together.

You and Jake were not oblivious to the mutual feelings, especially when feathering touches felt like fire, the prolong gazes at each other, the secret holding of hands at the town’s weekly dinner, the untold kisses under the moonlight, etc.

Neither you or Jake were unaware of the feelings harboring for the other, but you both decided to take your time. Not wanting to rush head first as the mutual want for the flow to naturally happen and whenever the moment felt right, you two would know in that instant.

As you and Jake walked side by side, hands softly intertwined as you explored the forest located a little on the deeper side of the town. You and Jake stumbled upon the forest a while back, taking a few ventures over there having a desire to explore the unknown land.

Your eyes gleamed over the beautiful scenery surrounding you and Jake, the sound of a nearby stream seemed to have caught you and Jake’s attention. After successfully locating it, Jake didn’t think twice before running over to it.

You giggled at the observation seeing Jake take off his shoes and folding his pants up in order to dip his feet into the water.

You smiled in awe of him as he played with the water but there was unshakable gnaw feeling of nostalgia. You felt like you had been in a similar if not the same position before but you couldn’t seem to remember it in the slightest.

You furrowed your eyebrows as the feeling never seemed to leave you, beginning to consume you whole until you were ripped from the thoughts that ran through your mind as a cold sensation landed onto your skin.

You squealed and jerked your body away from the cold water being splashed to you.

“Jake!” You yelled before turning your body to him expecting to hear his laughter but you immediately jerked when you saw someone else person standing there instead of Jake, you unconsciously took a step back creating distance between you and this unknown person

As you looked at the person, you nervously gulped at the sense of nostalgia growing even larger the more you cautiously observed the person.

The person smiled warmly towards you as he rose from his squatted position, straightening out his posture as he dried his hands against his shirt before offering his hand to you for you to join him in the stream.

His hair flow framed his face as a piece of hair stuck to his forehead that unknowingly your hand itched to move but you suppressed the urge deep down.

You scanned over the person and the feature that stuck with you were the two prominent moles on the side of his nose and on his cheekbone. The warm smile on his face never faltering as he ushered for you hold onto his hand.

You were frozen until you heard a worried call to you which immediately brought you back. You blinked harshly and looked around your surroundings to find Jake worriedly looking at you.

“Are you okay?” His soft voice soothed your rising nerves as he gently cupped your face making you slightly flinch from the cold contact before drifting your gaze to him and softly nodding your head

You flustered out a smiled as you had a single thought that now haunted your mind. Who the hell was that person?

You couldn’t seem to sleep that night. The moment at the stream forced your mind to work overtime as you tried to grasp why it was as effecting you so heavily. You didn’t even know who that person was or why you even thought of him so why did you feel such a heavy heart when seeing his face.

You gnawed at your lips as you landed face first onto your bed, groaning loudly as such frustration was now driving you up a wall. You wanted to rot away in your bed and pray the thoughts left you alone but your head peered hearing a knock to your door.

You wondered who could’ve been at your place at this hour. You softly raised from your bed before dragging your body to your front door, you peered out the window and your worries that once bothered you faded away and a ghost of a smile landed on your face.

You opened your front door to see Jake nervously rubbing the back of his nape before swiftly stopping hearing the front door open.

“Jake, what are you doing here at this hour?” Jake sheepishly smiled before opening his arms to welcome you in a warm embrace

“Noticed you were feeling a little down since the stream and decided you needed some cheering up” Jake smiled and you failed to fight the growing smile as you wrapped your arms around his in a tight manner, you hoped that this would be able to rid your mind of all of these thoughts of the mysterious person

As the days seemed to past the more you forgot about the incident at the stream as your main focus restored back to Jake. He had asked to meet up today at a specific place at sundown and you oblige hearing the stern desperation in his tone.

You could feel your heart thumping against your chest wondering what made this date more special than the other ones according to Jake.

You assured Jake that you would be fine finding your way to him and that he wouldn’t have to pick you up. And after much arguing he finally caved in but Jake’s gut feeling was unnerving but he brushed it off assuming that it was just what he was planning for today making him nervous.

You hummed when sun began to set and you knew it was finally time to meet up with Jake, you checked to make sure you had everything before happily walking out and closing the door behind you.

You smiled as you passed your way through the town, people cheerfully waved and greeted you as you passed by. Everyone noticed the extra shine you emitted today and they knew that it must’ve been because of Jake.

The moment that you and Jake began to get involved with each other, your demeanors changed to much a livelier one which didn’t seem possible but yet you proved them wrong.

You admired how the town’s scenery looked, the sunset shined beautifully over the buildings as it painted the sky a breathtaking orange and purple hue. You smiled brightly to yourself, not a single worry in your mind as you made your way to Jake.

Jake happily waited for your arrival, another bouquet of flowers in his hand and a hand written letter attached to them. He prepared a candle lit atmosphere for you to find your way over to him.

His anticipation grew higher each second as he hoped that everything goes smoothly. As today was the day that Jake was indeed finally going to ask you if you give him the honor in becoming yours.

Thirty minutes passed before an hour passed then two hours passed then three hours passed and there was no sign of you. Jake worried after the first thirty minutes you didn’t show, but decided to give the benefit of the doubt that maybe you were running late. He was sure to scold you for not letting him pick you up.

But once the hour marks passed, he was growing frantic as he paced around the area the flowers long discarded on the floor. The unease in his gut only grew more as he was now determined to search for you, he left everything behind before rushing to find you.

He prayed that you were simply at your house and was sound asleep. Jake wanted to diminish all negative thoughts that began to cloud his mind, he was sure that you were okay and at ease.

In the midst of the night, you groggily opened your eyes, a raging headache blaring as you gasped loudly whilst trying to soothe the terrible aching around your body. The left side of your neck being undeniably sore, your teeth in unbearable pain as you felt a lingering hunger that began to consume your body whole.

Your hand reached your neck to soothe the soreness but you hissed at the sudden icy cold contact. You worriedly pulled your hands away and examined them, you just assumed that your skin became icy cold due to you being out in the middle of the night.

You tried to pickup your body from the tree you laid against but to your vail, you immediately fell back down. Shivering at the sense of being helpless in this moment, your breaths were heavy, trying to make sense of what happened.

One moment you were on your way to meet with Jake and now here you lay against a tree at night without a single clue of what happened.

“Help” Your faint calls to help went futile you couldn’t even hear your own voice and you knew let alone would someone else be able to hear your cries for help, you tried to maintain a calm composure knowing someone will find you soon

Your breath became rigid as you inhaled sharply and exhaled heavily wanting to ease your anxiety but it wasn’t working. You grabbed anything that could possible help you stand.

After mentally preparing yourself, you pushed upwards and with success you stood as you leaned your body against the tree for support.

You gasped out a silent cheer for yourself, finally adjusting to your surroundings noticing the familiar sights of the forest that you and Jake explored. You sighed in relief realizing that you weren’t far from the town at all. You hoped to quickly find a way out of there as you desperately just wanted to curl into the comfort of your bed.

You sighed heavily and rested your hand over your heart to ease it from exploding from fear but you furrowed your eyebrows as you rapidly changed your hand positions multiple times trying to feel the beating of your heart.

The anxiety rising once again as you couldn’t seem to find a single pulse. You placed two fingers behind your ears frantically searching for any sign of your heart beating but you didn’t find anything.

Your breath becoming heavy once again, you place two fingers against your wrist, still having hope that a single sign would show.

But you screamed when you didn’t find a single sign of life in you. You’ve heard of these tales before which you considered myths but you couldn’t believe this was happening to you.

You brought your hand to your neck, pushing past the freezing impact from your hand and began to feel around your neck.

The moment your finger tips grazed the wound, your mind spiraled. You let out a shutter as you felt the two puncture holes on the side of your neck, your lips quivering at the realization.

You were bitten by a vampire.

As you stared at oblivion for a moment to register your new profound fate, you were struck with reality when you heard the shouting of your name. You recognized the voice instantly as Jake and you felt a sense of relief washing over you knowing that you were found.

Yet, the relief quickly faded as you were reminded of what you’d become. The moment Jake came into view he immediately rushed over to you, worry spilling from his eyes as he called out to you.

You felt the agonizing sensation in your mouth even worse as you ghosted over your teeth to feel the fangs that now rested in your mouth. Just as Jake was going to reach you, with all the strength left in your body you fled away from him.

He stumbled over his steps as he watched you limping away from him. He called out to you again but he noticed how you picked up your pace to get further away from him, you didn’t want to hurt anyone let alone Jake, so you were determined to get as far away as possible.

You wanted to keep Jake safe even if that meant having to keep yourself away from him for now on and probably for the rest of eternity which laid heavy on your still heart.

However, your efforts were disappointing when you weren’t able to make it far. The weakness in your body still lingered causing you the rest against a tree as you could slowly feel your body shutting down.

When Jake had finally caught up to you, he weakly muttered out to you, you vigorously shook your head. You knew the moment you were to see Jake, you would crumble and seek comfort in him.

“Jake" You whispered and your cheeks were softly cupped by his warm hands as he raised your head to face him, you tried to stop him by wrapping your hand around his wrist, you knew Jake would fear you the moment he sees at what you’ve been turn into

Your teary eyes met with his worrisome ones as he faltered out a smile noticing that you were okay.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Jake softly asked as he examined you to see if you were hurt in anyway

You took notice in how Jake’s mind finally reacted after properly seeing you. The prominent fangs that couldn’t seem to disappear, the cold to the touch skin of yours, and the undeniable fear that rested in your eyes.

“What happened?” You almost broke out into a sob as you could feel the warmth from his hands on your cheek

Jake’s mind ran wild, he remembers being told these stories when he was younger. How vampires were bad fictitious creatures and if you were ever to encounter one, you must run the other way and never look back.

But the narrative has changed, as you were now the center of it.

Jake could feel how you shook in his hands, the tears welling up in yours eyes as you couldn’t bear to face him in the face. Jake didn’t care when, how or why you became a vampire, it didn’t matter to him.

He simply cared for you and your well-being only, he wiped your falling tears before bringing you into a warm embrace to soothe you.

“Shh it’s okay” Jake muttered softly rubbing your back as your sobs subsided but you were quick in pushing him away from you

"You have to go please, Jake. I-I can’t bear to hurt you" Jake stared at you in shock

“You could never hurt me, besides I’m not going to leave you here”

“Jake look at me! Look at what I’ve become, I’m only going to cause misery with every step I take. I just can’t do that to you” You tried to reason and distant yourself from him but he didn't budge

He easily clasped his hands with yours and shook his head with a reassuring smile. If you were leaving, Jake will flee with you.

"Cause all kinds of misery in my life then I don’t care, I'll follow you wherever you go" Jake didn't care of the ‘consequences’ of getting involved with you, what mattered most is being able to be by your side

You stared at him with wide eyes as you couldn’t believe what he was willing to do. For a flash of a moment, the selfish desire rose within you as you took a quick glance to his neck.

You gulped before pulling yourself back from that haunting thought and shook your head, you couldn’t let Jake follow down the same path as you.

Jake noticed how your gaze swiftly went to his neck before looking back to him. He moved his head to the side exposing his neck as an offer to you. Jake was giving you full fledge permission to bite him.

You gasped as you saw his action and just when you were going to yell at him for doing that, a quick flash went through your mind. It was blurry and barely eligible but an agonizing deja vu and sorrowful feel lingered in the pit of your stomach as if you had been in this position before.

You wondered why you felt this way but, you were ripped out of that state when Jake softly grasped your hands with his before placing one on his shoulder and the other to rest against his cheek, giving a clear area to bite on his exposed neck.

“I'm not bringing you with me on this path, you have so much to do, live for” You immediately pulled back your hands as you shook your head violently at him not believing how he was easily giving up his mortality

"But none of it would mean anything if it’s not with you” Jake approached you once again, bringing his head dangerously close to yours before admiring you in awe not caring for your different state, to him you still and will always be the most breathtaking person in this universe

“I’m yours tonight and for the rest of eternity“ Jake confessed and your teary eyes stared at his own as he gave the bright smile that you grew to love

You knew if your heart was still active, it would’ve soared in this moment but you didn’t have the luxury of experiencing that anymore. This was your new reality and you were motivated to ensure that Jake didn’t experience this.

"Goodnight Jake" You sadly bid goodbye before parting your hands from Jake and moved your head away from his as your lips shook and head reeled knowing this would be the last time you would ever see and talk with him

You hated that this was the last time you would be able to get to see Jake, it wasn’t supposed to go down like this, you were sure he’d become your boyfriend after all this time.

But if Jake was never put in any risk and was able to live his life to the fullest without the consequences of becoming a vampire, you would do anything to protect him.

You needed to leave, you couldn't stay with Jake any longer it would only make it even more difficult to leave him behind to face the truth. It broke your motionless heart that you couldn’t fulfill being with Jake when that was all you ever wished for.

"Am I supposed to meet you in our next life?" Jake teary eyes couldn't be contained any longer, your world came shattering down seeing him in this state, your hands itched to cup his face and melt into his arms to wish this never happened but you refrained from doing so

You trembled a sigh muttering an ‘I’m sorry’ before quickly fleeing to disappear deeper into the forest. Of course Jake went after you, calling out to stop you from doing this.

But in a flash of an eye you were gone and his running efforts slowed down as he looked at your disappearing figure. His tears spilled from his eyes as his knees dropped to the floor in defeat. Jake had truly lost you before even being able to have you.

“I’ll wait an eternity for you to come back to me” Jake hiccuped, declaring a sworn promise to you praying that you could hear and feel his plea to your soul, he wanted to make sure that you both were truly able to find and meet each other in the next life

Time meddled together when you were no longer with Jake. Each morning to night, he searched through the entire forest in hopes of finding you to wonder alongside you in all kinds of adventures.

There were times when he tried to tell himself he could bear being without you.

But how wrong he was, Jake could never forget you and the impact you left on him. You were smeared all over his soul and he knew that the memories could never ben forgotten no matter what.

Jake wasn’t one to stoop so low for anyone let alone for himself. However, for you he was willing to do whatever he needed in order to be with you again.

And it seemed that the universe had heard his prayers because one lonesome night, he was treading through the forest, callings of your name falling from his mouth as he looked high and low for you.

The clouds covering the night sky and he could feel his legs numbing from the walking he’s done. He rested his arm against a tree to provide the much needed break his body needed before it collapsed from exhaustion.

He noticed how the dark forest illuminated as the clouds faded away, allowing the bright full moon to cast its blinding light over the darkness.

Jake admired the stars and moonlight above him, he smiled softly to himself as he recalled seeing you under the moonlight. Oh how Jake longed to have you by his side.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply but a faint calling of his name in his ears shot his eyes wide open. The voice belonged to you, Jake quickly looked around to find any sign of you but instead he found someone else standing before him.

He jumped back with a shriek as he looked at the person. The person easily could be mistaken as non-human by their stance and intense glare on him.

“So you wish to be reconciled with your love one” This sentence immediately perked Jake’s interest, wondering how the mysterious figure was aware of his current longing

“This could be easily fixed, if you only you allow” The voice was nearly menacing, there an unease that settled in Jake’s stomach but he pushed that aside as he was adamant of the proposal to reunite with you

“What is it?”

“It’s simple but it doesn’t require a little bit of a waiting period, are you willing to-“ The person wasn’t able to finish their words as Jake quickly interrupted

“I am willing to wait as long as I need in order to be with her again” Nodding their head, the person clapped their hands loudly together

“Well with the power within me, I shall have you reconcile with your love but I must warn you that it may not be what you hope for” Jake in that moment froze, he stared at the figure and hesitated, the eerie silence made the beating of his heart quicken

But then you remembered you. Your smile, your laughter, the way you looked to him, the way your lips connected with his, and how he always felt full of love whenever he was with you. That was something that he could never get rid of no matter how hard he tried.

You would forever be tainted in him and he would be willing to do anything in this universe if it meant being able to see you again.

No other words were uttered and it all happened so quickly that Jake couldn’t even register what happened. He could feel his conscious slipping through as his eyes lids felt heavy and all he wanted to do was rest. His body crumpled to the forest floor and the figure faded way into the night, leaving Jake all by himself.

He shivered as all warmth left his body, a raging hunger in the pit of his stomach, as his throat growing dry with every heavy pant he took as an unbearable pain grew in his mouth. He felt an excruciating pain on the side of his neck that he so desperately wanted to ease couldn’t as his body went limp.

Jake was losing his sense of reality that a hallucination formed of you.

You were smiling so brightly to him as you offered a hand to him as a bouquet rested in your other arm, the sunset setting behind you as you stood in the candle lit place he set up the day he was going to ask you to become your boyfriend. The flower petals laid on the ground as a path way for him to make his way over to you.

This was all Jake ever longed for.

The hallucination stopped Jake’s realization of the slowing and stopping of his heart as he fully flipped into the world that you tried so hard to keep him away from. Jake becoming the one thing you never wanted to create of him. He now entered the reality of his new existence as a vampire.

Even though, Jake’s body rested onto the forest floor, no longer aware of his surrounding as he drifted off, he was confident in one thing.

If you asked or even thought of anything, Jake would comply in a heartbeat. He would be willing to burn for you if that’s what you wanted from him.

Jake was yours for the rest of eternity.

[pokegalla]

Haven’t watched this in awhile but I hope I do this some justice!

Request/trade from @neko-rose888

How do the bad sanses (+ Dream) deal with an S/o just like Yor Forger?

Dust:

* You two are literally the quiet duo. You would think that’s a bad thing right? Nah. Introverts just have their own way of communicating. So he actually understands you best. Which much to your relief helps you a lot.

* Now seeing you in battle is a whole ‘nother story. He didn’t think you had it in you. Even under the hoodie you can see his eyes go wide as you easily take down a group of strong men easily- you just earned this man’s instant affection-

* But if there’s one thing he’s more terrified of, it’s your cooking. He doesn’t panic but he’s pretty creative on getting rid of the evidence. Thank god he can teleport this away. No offense to you…he just can’t do it. But at least he’s discreet so he doesn’t hurt your feelings.

* To him you are a beautiful strong and independent woman…and he’ll protect you even in the shadows.

Killer:

* He thought you were the cutest damn thing ever. Teasing you with sweet words and gentle gestures to flirt and see your face turn red. Stars he can never get over that sight.

* But man seeing you in action just makes him fall in more love. Fighting side by side as people drop down to the floor as you dance together with your blades? Can he really think of anything more romantic than this?

* Your cooking is one thing he’s a little….scared of. He still eats it. He loves you that much! But man his nonexistent stomach hurts so much- worth it-🥲

* He still loves you though. His perfect thorn princess…he’ll be sure to dance again with you

Horror:

* Ironically both of you are pretty similar: both of you are absolutely precious but a little terrifying if necessary- Horror is like a big ol teddy bear who likes to tail you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself and you make sure he’s ok too!

* But man both of you are RELENTLESS in battles. Downright chilling to the bone (pun intended-) with your cold glares and shocking strength. The switch up even makes the others nervous-

* But nothing more terrifying then Horror actually eating your cooking without any hesitation and even asking for seconds- thanks to him, you strive to do better in your cooking!

* He can’t help but have a soft spot for you. Just please do be careful. He worries a lot….

Error:

* Don’t let this tsundere act bullshit you- he finds you annoying but speaks up for you instantly? That man will glare anyone down if they try to take advantage of you-

* And despite being a little surprised at how capable you are in battle, he does still watch over you and assists you anyway he can. What? He knows you’re still a klutz. He’s not wanting to have to swoop in and save you because YOU aren’t paying attention- (he was being a worrywart-)

* He doesn’t really eat anything other than his chocolate bars but you swear someone has been tampering with your cooking….oh well. It does seem to taste better now!

* He might be a little jackass but that’s only because that’s what he wants you to see. He’s no softie dammit-!

Nightmare:

* He hired you for your services as your reputation exceeded you. But he was…not expecting someone so…well soft. He thought it was a facade but nope- purely that is your true character. Which was odd to him….could someone this innocent really do anything useful?

* Oh man but you shut him up with your actions. Your speed, your elegant skills, your raw power, he was mesmerized by it all. Could you really be the same gullible quiet girl….? Well you’ve earned his respect.

* With cooking, he actually helps you. At first you spoon feed him a taste and instead of panicking at the taste, he gives you an honest opinion, some advice, and even a cook book for you to follow. He does linger longer than he should have….

* He can’t help the soft spot that’s grown so fond of you. He’s hesitant but he can’t ignore how nice it feels to be with you….

Dream:

* He heard rumors of your deeds and wanted to put a stop to you. But when he first saw you…well he didn’t expect you to be so reserved. And kind. And sweet….he actually heard your story and you gained his empathy as he understood how you would feel the need to work hard for your sibling’s sake.

* He doesn’t agree with your work but he doesn’t stop you. Because he knows how important this is for you. But expect him to constantly make sure you’re ok and ready to heal you if necessary.

* As for cooking, he usually ends up cooking with you. Mostly because he smelled your cooking and was a little…concerned. But he decided to make this kinda like a fun dating activity while he teaches you! And oh how fun it was. You both couldn’t stop giggling.

* He really cherishes you and despite living different lives, you both make it work….

[maybege]

Drunken Words Are Sober Thoughts - FBI 11

Summary: The birthday celebration continues but the morning after does not look as fun.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, hopeless yearning, Josh is annoying af and so are “your” parents

I am not dead and neither is my Hotch obsession, so I am slowly (very slowly!!!) trying to get back into this fic. Let me know what you think, your comments these past months were always an absolute joy to read 🥺

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

You did not know how many cocktails you already had thrown back, each one more colourful than the last.

What had started with a Kiwi Splash had turned into a Sex On The Beach and something else that Emily had pushed into your hand with a grin and a wink. It was hot pink and tasted like sour candy on your tongue. Delicious.

The night went on, the music got louder and you did not know a lot of people in this karaoke bar that the group had chosen but with Penelope and JJ on the dancefloor, you were certainly in good company.

Someone was blaring an offkey rendition of Britney Spears’ Toxic but you could not care less. Your dress was twirling around you, you screamed along with your friends and the rest of the bar for a moment you finally felt like you had found your people. Like you had settled in this strange city away from home with a group of colleagues with whom you had always wanted to fit in.

And how could you not feel welcomed when Penelope threw her arms around your neck and professed her undying love to your dangly earrings?

“Let the birthday girl breathe, Pep,” JJ joked, rocking her hips to the beginning tunes of Get Busy.

“I just think you are beautiful, darling!” Penelope shouted over the music, “Inside and out and you are so lovely and nice and you deserve the best things and I hate to think that you think you don’t deserve the good things this life has to offer you.”

Trying to hide how close her words hit home, you swallowed back the heavy feeling in your chest.

“All right, Garcia,” Emily interjected, taking your blonde friend into her arms, “I think that is enough drinks for tonight. How about we go looking for your hunk somewhere, huh?”

You grinned, pressing a wet kiss to Penelope’s cheek before making your way back to the table the rest of the group was occupying. While drinking all night may be a fun distraction from your usually so boring life, you knew yourself enough to know you needed to drink lots of water if you wanted to function tomorrow.

Though “function” might be too big a word.

The glass of cool tap water – condensation pearling off at the sides – was calling your name and you fought your way through the crowd. It had not seemed this packed with people when you were dancing with your friends but the moment you tried to get to a specific place, your way was blocked by dozens of people just as (if not more) drunk than you.

You were about to squeeze your way between two people (the last hurdle to your table) when they suddenly stepped away from each other. You almost toppled over, squeaking in surprise when your heel got caught in a gap in the creaky floorboards.

It would have made for a nasty fall if it had not been for two strong arms catching you around your waist, gently helping you into your chair.

“There,” Aaron Hotchner's amused smirk greeted you as you looked up, “Drank a little too much, did we?”

“Me?” you asked, finding yourself in the mood to joke, “Never!”

A real, genuine laugh escaped the man before you and you were sure you had never seen anything more beautiful than him laughing. His entire face lit up and the crinkles next to his eyes deepened. You grabbed the fabric of your dress, keeping yourself from tracing the lines of his face with your finger.

Not appropriate, you reminded yourself, So not appropriate.

“Pretty sure you are, though,” he teased back, pushing the glass of water towards you. You smiled in thanks, quickly gulping down a few sips. “You are laughing more than usual, entertaining Reid’s monologues on aviation in the early twentieth century and I am pretty sure,” he looked down between you, “Just like I thought. You are wearing the heels I only ever saw you wear when we celebrated Emily’s birthday at that high-end sushi place.”

“Are – are you drunk profiling me, Agent Hotchner?” you gasped in shock, unable to hide your smile.  

“What happened to Sir?”

Hoping he did not notice the heat spreading through your face, you fiddled with the neckline of your dress, trying to get some air on your body. “Don’t tease me!”

He looked … relaxed. Open. A slow smile spread on his lips as he turned the half-empty glass of scotch in his hand. He was the epitome of confidence and relaxation with how he was leaning back in his chair. You tried to remember the last time you had seen him so … not on edge. No moment came to mind.

You crossed your legs, trying to satiate the pulsing need that had formed in your core. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you tried to remind yourself to not give him anything to read you by. Which seemed impossible considering the man could read you like an open book.

You just hoped you could hide at least a few essential chapters.

The dark-haired man leaned forward then, resulting in his head hovering right next to yours. The proximity was dizzying and intimate and you could not help but breathe him in. He smelled of the scotch and something so masculine it made you daydream about burying your head in the crook of his neck.

 “You sure?” he mumbled, his lips dangerously close to your ear and you audibly gasped for breath, the back of your neck feeling warm as you stared up at him, “Because I have the feeling you rather like me teasing you.” He was so close, looking down at you as his nose almost touched yours and shit you wanted nothing more than to –

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Pen!” you gasped in shock, plastering a big grin on your face in the hopes that she would not see the sheer need written all over your face.

Luckily, your friend seemed to focus on your lack of dancing to notice anything else. She did not even spare a glance at Hotch when he slowly pulled away from you. “Oh, don’t tell me you are getting tired,” she whined, grabbing your hand and dragging you up, “C’mon, let's go back to dancing! Swing those hips, sweetie, we have all night!”

You followed her with a laugh, happy to have the distraction, but not without looking back at Hotch.

And seeing that he still looked at you with a smile.

*

Waking up with a headache was not normally a cause for joy but the morning after your birthday, you still woke up with a smile on your face.

Never in your wildest dreams had you expected the night to turn out the way it did.

The team had shown up with you, not once but twice and even then, continued to make you feel celebrated the entire evening. Hell, Rossi had insisted on covering your tab on the condition that you brought your self-made banana bread to work again. Emily and Derek (and a very drunk Penelope) had sung you the loudest rendition of Happy Birthday you ever heard with Reid and JJ acting as backup dancers/singers.

And Hotch had been the one to see you to your cab when the night had come to an end, making sure you were before nodding at you with a small smile.

A smile that was now on your face as you made your way to the kitchen. You caught a glimpse of the chaos in the living room. Chaos that had not existed when you had left last night. Empty bottles and glasses stacked on top of plates that were not quite as empty and the remnants of the pizzas Josh seemed to have ordered yesterday.

The smell of stale leftovers hung in the air and you hoped that a few slices were left over so you did not have to meal prep for the week.

The kitchen greeted you with much of the same sight and you took a deep breath when you saw your roommate already sitting at the table, a few slices of pizza before him. It wasn’t that you were unhappy to see him, really. You had just hoped to have a few more moments to yourself before being confronted with the events of last night.

“Morning,” he greeted you, chipper as ever.

“Hey,” you greeted back, browsing through the tea drawer. Peppermint? Berries? Earl Grey? You settled on a ginger and lemon brew, hoping that it would help you to wake up.

“That was one hell of a night, huh?”

“It was,” you agreed, “The bar we went to had like three birthday parties at the same time, it was a lot of fun.”

A moment of silence followed and you did not need to look at him to know he did not know what you were talking about. “Oh good,” was what he finally settled on and you closed your eyes, trying to hide your annoyance.

How could it be that the person you had long considered to be your best friend suddenly just … wasn’t the person you knew?

Remembering Derek’s comment from the night before, you decided to take another deep breath and do something you had avoided for a long time: Confront your best friend.

“Josh,” you started carefully, turning around and leaning your hip against the counter, “Can we talk about last night?”

“Sure,” he took another bite of his toast, “What about it?”

“The comment you made in front of my colleagues … That was not okay.”

“What comment?”

For a moment you could feel the doubt creeping up. Was this the right path to go down? Was this worth a conflict with not only your best friend but also your roommate? Was it really as bad as you thought it was? What if he had meant well?

My experience is that the people we need to clarify that about usually don’t care if they mean well or not.

Derek's words echoed in your head and you knew you were right.

“The comment where you implied that I was bad at my job. In front of your friends, my colleagues and my boss,” you recalled, feeling, “That was humiliating and hurtful, Josh.”

A frown formed between his brows. “Why are you so angry? Yeah, so I made a misplaced comment, I am sorry, but didn’t we talk about this already? Besides, it was at a party I organized for you, I think I am allowed to have some leeway here.”

You could feel your eyes bulge out of your head. Was he for real?

“I really appreciate what you were trying to do,” you said calmly, wrapping your hands around the mug and focusing on how the ceramic was warming against your skin, “Really, I do. But did it not occur to you that the only people you invited were your friends?”

“You know them too.”

“I do and they are very nice, I'm sure. But you could have asked if I would have liked someone to join. I left before midnight to celebrate somewhere else with people that I invited.”

He scoffed. “Look, I'm sorry you feel that way,” he threw his hands up, “I was just trying to do something nice and apparently that backfired.”

It did not escape you that the language he used was manipulative as fuck and you bit your tongue from throwing words in his face you would not be able to take back.

“I don’t think this is very productive,” you finally said, “I am going to take a shower and I would really appreciate it if we could talk about this sometime when we are both more clear-headed.”

Though as you made your way to the bathroom, the steaming mug still in your hands, you had the sinking feeling that any following conversation would not bring the closure you hoped it would.

*

As if your day could not get any better, your phone rang just as you stepped out of the shower and into your bedroom.

Recognizing the picture on the screen, you accepted the video call, wrapping your bathrobe a little tighter.

“Hi.”

“Happy birthday, honey!” your mom appeared on the small screen. The living room wall behind her looked just like it had done your entire childhood and you spotted the variety of family pictures she took great care of dusting every week.

“Thank you.”

“Did you have fun?” she asked, “Did you get to go out with Josh and your friends?”

“Yeah, uh,” you hesitated for a moment, “Josh organized a little party here but I ended up going out with the team later. We went for karaoke and it was awesome.”

“You certainly look like you had an awesome night,” she teased and you bit your lip to keep from grinning.

“So … how are you feeling?” she asked and you immediately grew suspicious. You knew that tone and you knew when she was worried.

“Good,” you replied carefully, “Like I said, I had a fun night.”

She hummed and avoided looking at you for a moment and you knew what was about to happen when you saw your father sitting down next to her. Even hundreds of miles apart, you still felt like a child when your parents sat together on the sofa like that one time when you accidentally put a dent in the family car.

“Remember our conversation from a few weeks ago?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I am feeling a lot better now.”

“And I am so glad to hear it,” she smiled and you could tell the genuine worry from where the crease never quite left her forehead, “I talked with your father and we – we think it might be best if you come visit us for a while. Come back home, check

“Just because you don’t think I can't make it as an agent –“

“Hey,” your dad interrupted you gently, “No one is prouder of you than we are, sweetheart, and we know you make for one hell of an agent. But the fact remains that you were miserable for the last couple of months and it might not be a bad idea to try and get to the root of things.”

And by the root of things they meant that you re-discover your passion to become an English teacher at your local middle school.

“I am an adult woman,” you tried again, “I love you and I love that you worry about me. But we need to keep in mind that I made a big move for a job that I was not wholly prepared for. The adjustment period was … longer than I wanted, for sure. But I finally feel like things are moving for the better and this makes me feel like you do not believe in me.”

“We do love you, honey,” your mum assured you, “And I apologize for making you feel like we don’t trust your decisions. I know you are incredibly proud of the work you do and you should be! But I am worried and I would feel better if you took some time off and came to visit us. Allow yourself the grace to breathe, you have been working non-stop since you moved away. There is no way that is healthy.”

You ran your hand over your face, trying to get yourself some time to think over your answer. The horrible thing was you knew your mother was right. Even if you did not want to admit it, you knew that you had been overworking yourself, that ever since Dr Johnson had voiced her doubts, your brain had been on edge and that a break might not be the worst idea.

Especially considering you had not taken any time off since you started your position.

“I hear you,” you started, feeling your eyes sting with tears. But you refused to cry in front of your parents lest they thought they were right and insisted that you come home as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to worry them.

“Can you just give me some time to think it over?” you asked, “Taking time off is not as easy as it sounds and I want to make sure that I don’t miss anything important at work.”

“Of course, darling,” your mother agreed, “Let us know anytime.”

But you knew that her anytime meant that your time was running out.