#gave me an excuse to buy a coffee while i was out so it’s all good | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dovveri · 5 months

Text

looking for love

bachelorette masterlist - part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5 • part 6 • part 7

synopsis: sana asks y/n to join her on the next season of the bachelorette, undercover. night 1.

w/c: 5.0k

a/n: first fully fledged work! tysm for all the love on the inspo piece 🥹 i was also lowkey winging this as i went again so some names that come up are completely made up and some not so much if i feel strongly abt that person (cough heechul) and so i also have no idea what i wanna do w the characters introduced yet but we’ll see as we go 🤪 hope you enjoy!

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

“i’m going to be the next bachelorette!”

you choke on the overly sweet concoction sana always got whenever you visited this cafe.

“excuse me?”

sana grins and pats your back, swapping the drink in your hand with a much preferred matcha infused espresso that was your go-to. she always insisted on trying each other’s drinks no matter how many times you told her her’s would always be way too sweet and she told you she didn’t care. she needed you to feel what she felt, taste what she tasted.

“i was kinda in a moment of weakness when i applied, i swear i didn’t think i would get in! it was just a silly haha like what if y’know?” she sips on her drink humming in satisfaction.

“no. i don’t know. i’d rather move back in with my parents than go on that show.” you deadpan.

sana whines, “y/n c’moooooooon. jihyo had just left me for that muscly gym rat and i needed some love!”

“do you know how many times we’ve sat on my couch and laughed at that show? like… 19, 20… too many!” you pulled out your fingers to count for emphasis. “besides, all the people that go on there aren’t even there for the right reasons. they’re all just there for their 5 minutes of fame. you won’t find what you’re looking for there sana.”

she pouts, “and what would i be looking for exactly?”

you sigh exasperatedly, “LOVE!”

patrons around the cafe glance at the two of you weirdly before you shrink and whisper-shout, “love sana! you deserve the massive beach house with the dogs and kids and family running around. someone you can go home to and eat with, dance with, laugh with. someone who knows your atrociously sweet coffee order and still gets it for you even though you always get cavities. someone who will force you to go to the dentist and hold your hand while they fill those cavities, and then buy you ice cream after despite their better judgement.”

sana’s smile gets wider and wider as you go on. finally she wraps you in a big hug and squeezes, all giggles and the smell of fresh laundry.

“and that’s exactly why i need you as my bestest bestest friend to come stay with me while i’m on the show!”

“...wait… wait wait wait wait sana, no. what… huh?” you push her backwards holding her by the shoulders shaking slightly trying to get some sense in her.

she giggles, “you heard me! you know everything there is to know about me, plus, because this is the first bachelorette season where there’ll be girls and guys the producers wanted to push as much novelty as possible. so they asked if there was anyone i’d like to bring with me to help in the decision process and of course i said you! pleaseeee? you said it yourself, you know exactly what i’m looking for, i won’t be able to do this without you.” she gave you her best puppy dog eyes, leaning in with a dangerous pout.

fuck it, you were never one to say no to her anyway. at least this way you could make sure whoever she ended up with was someone who deserved her.

you sigh, “fine but you owe me. like big time owe me.”

she squealed gleefully attacking you with kisses and a tight squeeze of her arms. “i love you i love you this is gonna be so much fun!!”

you smile at her antics wrapping your arms around her and hugging, “yeah yeah love you too you idiot.”

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

the next few months are filled with preparation as you’re both briefed on how the show’s going to run, where you’ll be staying, and all the little details. the bachelorette pad was a big villa nestled in the hillsides with incredible views, 2 bedrooms, and a fully equipped kitchen and pool. there were always people there, hair and makeup, costuming, scripting, it was probably as far from reality as reality tv could get. but it also meant you and sana didn’t have to do anything because people helped you move in, prepared all your meals for you, dressed you, gave you talking points, all the showbiz.

finally, opening night came and you were separated from sana to join all the other suitors as an undercover agent. you were to pretend to be one of the people lined up to meet her but you were really there to sus out all the contestants even before they put their television personalities on. to see if anyone was really the real deal.

currently, you were in a limousine with 3 other contestants about to pull up to the bachelor mansion where all the participants would be staying. the three of them would be the first to meet sana and you smile politely as they get off the car one by one looking antsy and nervous.

eventually it was your turn and you stepped out of the car with a practiced smile, adjusting to the brightness of the lighting and beginning your walk down the red carpet. behind you, you can hear your limousine pulling away and another one holding the next batch of contestants pulling in.

your form-fitting white dress trails behind you lightly, heels clacking softly on the red carpet as you catch your first glimpse of sana.

oh my god. she’s wearing a pastel pink flowing dress adorned with pretty pink roses with her midsection exposed showing the smooth planes of skin on her stomach. flower ornaments pin up long brown tresses of hair and pearls dance along her collarbone in a makeshift necklace. she looks positively ethereal.

you catch yourself taking a breath and blushing as she beams when she catches sight of you, eyes widening as she takes you in. you swore you could see a light blush brush her cheeks as well, or it could’ve been the makeup emphasised to match her dress.

“hi.” you’re shy as you approach her.

her eyes snap up to yours, grinning, “hi yourself stranger. c'mere.” she pulls you into a hug and you can sense the cameras zooming in, no doubt a voiceover would be edited in place later explaining who you were and how you two knew each other.

she pulls away but keeps you within arms length looking you up and down again, “y/n! look at you all dressed up for me. didn’t know you had it in you.” she winks and you blush again. she was making you do a lot of that these last few minutes.

“oh please, this is nothing compared to the main character of the night.” sana frowns, she never found your self-deprecating style of compliments particularly engaging. you quickly correct yourself, “but seriously sana, you look incredible. like you seriously just walked out of a princess movie.”

her eyes twinkle with glee as she does a little twirl for you and the thousands of people who would watch this. “well i hope i’ll find my prince or whatever somewhere here tonight.”

you roll your eyes fondly, “speaking of, how were the first 3 contestants? any of them catch your eye?” you get straight into it, the producers had handed you both loose scripts to follow so you both knew how the conversation should go.

“mm, i think it’s still a little early to say, there are still 21 other people to meet after all. but the second girl was pretty, i think her name was miyeon? her energy seemed really bright and it feels like we could get along really well.”

you recall the girl that had seemed the most relaxed out of everyone in your limo. she had introduced herself and tried to make small talk and had given off a generally sweet vibe. you nod your head in agreement, “she seems sweet. i’m happy for you sana.” you smile knowing your time was short on the red carpet, “i’ll leave you to it then. see you inside soon?”

she smiles and her hand drags down your shoulder to hold yours as you walk away, “mhmm don’t have too much fun without me in there. and don’t scare off all my possible options!”

you laugh as your hands naturally part, bringing them up in a shrug and blowing her a kiss for the extra television effect.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

the mansion is impressive, you can’t help but stare in awe as you enter the ceiling high archway into the courtyard where the other contestants would wait for sana. you nod politely again at the people already there, accepting a flute of champagne and trying to make yourself seem as excited and nervous as someone would be in your position.

the first person to move towards you in greeting is miyeon, “hi! y/n right? love the dress by the way. how’d you find meeting sana?”

you were prepared for this, you needed to make sure they didn’t suspect that you knew sana already, you needed to play the part of a lovestruck contestant. “oh my god she’s beautiful! i saw her walking down the red carpet and was just floored, i had to take a second to calm myself before introducing myself.”

miyeon nods in enthusiasm, “right! i’m so glad this season is so much more inclusive than the previous ones. sana’s not only incredibly gorgeous she’s also an icon for bisexuals everywhere now and i really respect her for coming on this show and being brave enough to be that public figure.”

you nod along, you hadn’t seen it that way until now, “oh absolutely! it’s gonna be a bit messy though huh, with a mixed gender pool contestants could end up falling for each other instead, especially with the amount of time we’re going to spend in this house together.”

“i don’t think that’s going to be a problem for me.” miyeon glances around as the next contestant, a tall man in a blue suit walks in, “i’m pretty set on sana after that first impression. god all this waiting is making me insane though, this show definitely isn’t for the jealous.”

you smile internally but a strange pit sits in your stomach after hearing the word jealous. you ignore it, continuing to prod miyeon who seems elated to talk about sana and really does seem like she would be a good match for her. some others join your conversation and soon enough you’re all getting to know one another outside of what your first impressions of sana are.

“oh i model for a couple cosmetic brands here and there. that’s where you may have seen me.” miyeon is very friendly and welcoming and has made herself comfortable amongst the increasing crowd of people.

“oh that’s incredible! you’ll have to tell me which brands later, i work in marketing research so i’m all about that stuff.” a girl in a blue dress you’ve already forgotten the name of replies.

“oh really? where are you based at? i’m in finance over at yeouido.” this time it's a built man in a navy tux with sunnies over his eyes. he seemed pretentious and too much of a flirt for your liking. he was obviously trying to put it on the girl in the blue dress.

“finance huh. figures.” a cool tone interrupts them, a woman with slicked back short hair in an emerald suit rolled up to the sleeves showing off a deadly tattoo array. she’s rolling her eyes and makes no further comment, turning to the man in glasses next to her who looks much too uncomfortable and out of his limits.

he gulps visibly as she turns to him, placing his hand behind his neck nervously as he laughs, “right hahaha…”

she narrows her eyes at him before being clapped on the back by another man with a friendly smile and eye crinkles. definitely sana’s type in men. “don’t scare the poor bloke off now eunji.” the australian accent surprises you, “ignore her mate, she’s all tough on the outside but she’s a real softy once you get to know her.” he holds out a hand for the guy in the glasses to shake.

he smiles gratefully and takes it, “thankyou…?”

“jacky.”

“thankyou jacky. i’m wonsik.”

the girl in the emerald suit rolls her eyes and scoffs, “whatever jacky, any man who’s too scared to sit next to a woman that looks a little off norm is only looking for someone soft that they can dominate to fuel their tiny man egos.”

you can’t help the scoff you release as her piercing gaze turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to eavesdrop. i just thought that comment was funny. and true. i’m y/n by the way.”

eunji regards you before grinning, “eunji. this knucklehead is jacky. we met while i was on exchange in australia and he stalked me back here once he heard i was going on this.”

“stalked is an exaggeration. most of my family already lives here, and now that i’m back, i’d like to have someone to share the rest of my life with. someone who’s not eunji.” he grins. “and jeeeeeeez sana would be a pretty good someone for that.”

you smile in response, “oh absolutely-” but you’re interrupted halfway through as you see the last contestant walk through the door.

dark hair, oozing confidence, lightly tanned skin and a slight smirk on her face, park jihyo, the reason for sana being here, just entered the arena.

beside you jacky whistles, “now that’s competition.”

you can’t help but worry over sana immediately. did she know jihyo would be here? how was their meeting on the red carpet? what was jihyo doing here in the first place?

but then you realise jihyo is the one person that would blow your cover and she was headed straight for you. you quickly scramble up from your seat, trying to be as discreet as possible, muttering a quick “sorry bathroom, nice meeting you all.” and turn away from your group heading towards the bathrooms, intending to find a producer and figure out just what the hell was going on.

however, before you succeed, loud applause is heard behind you followed by a couple wolf whistles and catcalls. shit. jihyo was the last person to walk in. meaning sana would be coming in now and the real show would begin.

you slip back towards the crowd keeping an eye out for jihyo as you find a place towards the back shooting a quick smile at wonsik who stands next to you. the mc for the season is making some introductory comments that you can’t really be bothered to hear and you bring your attention to sana who again, takes your breath away. but you force yourself to concentrate, noticing the slightly abnormal flush on her cheeks and the fiddling fingers she hides in the folds of her dress. you frown, seeing jihyo must have been a surprise for her too then.

“-aaand here’s your bachelorette for the 2024 season!” the mc pans to sana with the camera who waves shyly and offers a smile. you wish you were there to hold her hand and calm her or talk to her but you resign yourself to gripping the fur of your coat tightly.

sana turns to you and the contestants and you try desperately to meet her eye, “hey everyone, it’s nice to finally see you all together! this place is incredible, i almost wish i could move in with you all. you guys having a good time yet?”

“better now that you're here!” a man from the crowd yells out followed by a couple chuckles.

sana giggles, “awwh thankyou jun.” sana was doing better than you at remembering these names already. “so as you guys probably know, tonight is our first night together. and with that, comes the first impression rose.” a cinematic reveal of the pink rose settled on top of the 18 red roses as the contestants shuffle to get a peek, ooh-ing and ahh-ing. “you’ll all get chances to talk to me throughout the night, and i’ll pick someone at the end of it to give this first impression rose who’ll get the first date of the season with me. unfortunately, i’ll also have to say goodbye to 5 of you if you don’t get any roses at all. and i reeeeally wish i didn’t have to because you’ve all seemed so lovely and i can’t wait to get to know you all!”

the mc steps in now, “and with that, let the night begin!” party poppers explode and music starts playing creating an ambience similar to a bar. sana hasn’t seemed to have spotted you yet and moves towards the closest cluster of people to her, smiling and greeting everyone.

very quickly though, someone has already stepped in and asked to take her away for a chat. it's one of the girls in a dark suit with sleek makeup and hair tied up in a high ponytail. you had been instructed not to talk to sana until she came to you so you could only watch on helplessly with the 23 other contestants vying for her attention. you needed to make sure she was okay after seeing jihyo and where her mindset was at. you also needed to avoid jihyo so she doesn’t alert the rest of the contestants to your relationship with sana.

so you stalk over to one of the camera producers who looks only a little frightened at the glare in your eyes.

“what the fuck is park jihyo doing here?”

“um i-i i’m only a camera person! sorry i d-don’t know you’ll have to ask one of the higher ups.”

you raise an eyebrow.

“r-right! i’ll get one of them now…” he grabs his phone and calls someone, glancing nervously around to see if anyone has noticed the two of you. soon enough, a short, stubby man with a beard comes over and whispers, “what?!”

“park jihyo. sana’s ex. i’m sure you would’ve known that when you did the background checks. what is she doing here?”

“sweetheart of course we knew. she’s here for the extra drama. this is television we’re making here. no one’s going to watch it if its not entertaining.” he rolls his eyes and impatiently taps his foot.

“at the expense of your main product’s feelings?” you spit the word product out, hating that this was the way sana was being treated.

“please, sana signed a contract. she knew what she was getting into when she signed up for this show. this is all show business sweetie now if you don’t mind we gotta get back to running it so we can all get paid and go home alright?” he doesn’t leave room for a response as he quickly ushers the poor cameraman away and you’re left seething.

un fucking believable. it’s fine. sana could just not choose jihyo tonight and she could be sent on her merry way. it’ll be fine. so long as sana didn’t actually still have feelings for jihyo… fuck, you just needed to talk to sana to clear things up and make sure she wasn’t being pressured into doing anything she didn’t want to do.

your mind was going a million miles an hour as you headed back towards the other contestants, taking careful note to avoid the group jihyo was currently talking to.

“hey y/n, got a chance to talk to sana yet?” its eunji and you’re grateful for the distraction.

“not yet, i’m thinking to just let the crows have her first, not really into getting on anyone’s bad side tonight.”

“fair enough. you shoulda seen this one guy’s face when jiwon interrupted his time. he was all like-“ she pulls a face that makes her look constipated and you can’t help but laugh, recalling jiwon as the woman in an elegant dark maroon dress who worked as a nurse.

“how about you? steal her away yet?”

“nah not yet but because jacky and i kinda came in a package set he said he’ll bring her to me after he’s had a chat with her.” she looks over her shoulder, “speaking of…”

you see sana and jacky approaching, jacky gesturing something to make her laugh and doing what looked like an impression of a fish out of water.

“-he was really sick! like full vomitting, left her on her own in this completely foreign place to go puke his guts out in the toilets!”

sana was laughing giddily at jacky’s story, unaware that they had just stopped in front of the two of you.

jacky grins, “so remember how i was telling you about that scrawny little girl i met in the tunnel underneath my school trying to build a bomb…”

your eyebrow raises as you look alarmingly at eunji who avoids your gaze with a blush on her cheeks, punching jacky lightly in the shoulder, “how many times have i told you not to tell that story. it was just a mini explosive and it was for a science experiment! you’d know if you didn’t spend all our classes texting that one girl… what was her name again…? p…p something?”

its jacky’s turn to blush as he quickly interjects in protest. sana giggles and looks betwen them, “some competition for me then?”

jacky stumbles, “n-no! not at all don’t worry sana she’s like waaaay back in the past and also waaaay far away in sydney my eyes are only for you i swear!”

sana laughs again, “well that’s good to know. wouldn’t want you to be here if you were still in love with someone else back home.” she turns to eunji, her eyes briefly meeting yours with a twinkle and your heart stutters at the morsel of attention. “eunji right? you’ll have to tell me your side of this story because i don’t think jacky has done you justice.”

eunji slips back into her cool persona offering a tattooed arm out for sana to link, “of course sana.”

sana looks back at you though with a promise, “and i’ll come find you after this y/n so don’t go running anywhere yeah?”

you nod dumbly as you watch your best friend be taken away again, trying to figure out why you wished it was you leading her away and not eunji.

jacky whistles to get your attention, “jealous much? and after she practically promised to see you next which is a lot better than what some of these people are getting. poor wonsik has been beaten every time he’s tried to ask her out.”

you sputter, “j-jealous? what?” you weren’t jealous, you were just concerned for your friend. you wanted the best for her and not many people fit that bill.

“it’s not anything to be embarassed about mate don’t worry. i feel weird as well handing the girl i’m trying to date over to one of my best friends who’s also trying to date her. it’s pretty messed up in here but we’re all in it together right?” he grins and you find yourself feeling slightly guilty because you were not in fact, all in this together, you were there to judge all of these people who you had originally thought to be shallow fame-chasers but maybe there was a little more to them then you thought.

you smile anyway remembering the role you’re playing, “right, thanks jacky, you’re a good guy.”

“awwwwh don’t flatter me, eunji needs to come back before my ego grows too big.”

you laugh and enjoy your conversation with him while walking to join a larger group of people.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

it’s a while before sana finds you again, some others seemed to have jumped in after eunji so by the time she gets to you, its near the end of the night already.

“you been hiding from me or something y/n?”

you stand up with a stretch, taking her hand in yours and leading her away with a teasing smile, “i’d accuse you of that actually. i thought you’d come to find me right after you were done with eunji?”

sana gasps, “oh shit y/n i totally forgot i’m so sorry! eunji was just telling me all this cool stuff that she’s done and places she’s been and then people kept coming to ‘queue’ me and it just completely slipped my mind and i-“

you laugh, “i’m just joking sana i know it’s pretty crazy in here even with all the prep we’ve done for it. as long as you’re having fun then i’m happy.”

she squeezes your hand in response as you reach a small clearing with a hammock-like seat and you both sit down, fingers still interlocked.

“sooooo princess sana, which suitor has caught your attention tonight?” you put on a fake posh accent.

sana laughs and slaps you playfully, “stop that silly, it’s been great though! i think i have an idea who i wanna give the first impression rose to but it's so hard to think of people to get rid of, i don’t want anyone to go before they’ve even had a chance here yet.”

“reeeeally… you can’t think of a single person to get rid of yet…?”

she rolls her eyes, “i’m fine don’t worry y/n. jihyo… surprised me being here but we talked a little on the carpet and she said she made a mistake when she left. she really wants to be with me again y/n.”

your hands tighten against sana’s, “and what about you? how do you feel about her being back?”

“well… it’s definitely not the way i thought i’d see her again. but… i’m not sure… i… there’s so much history between us and… well she was the first person i loved y/n. you know that. it’s hard to turn that away.”

you hum. jihyo wasn’t sana’s first partner but she was the first person sana could say i love you to. and she treated sana well, everything seemed fine, sana thought they were going to get married. the breakup came out of nowhere and left sana devastated for months. you thought jihyo was a nice enough person but it was hard to think of her in a positive light when she left the person you cared about most completely broken and in pieces left for you to pick up. the last thing you wanted was for sana to go through that all over again.

“you disapprove.” sana looks at you knowingly.

you purse your lips, “she hurt you sana. really fucking bad. i can’t bear to see someone who’s caused you so much pain smiling as if none of that happened, as if those months of you starving yourself, hurting yourself didn’t happen because of her.”

sana frowns, unclenching your hands that you didn’t realise were wound up so tightly. “baby… i’m stronger now for it aren’t i? you helped me become myself again and i became better for it. and you’ll be here with me every step of the way to make sure it doesn’t happen again. so you can put your little micromanaging overprotective guard dog personality to use.” she teases trying to lighten the mood, “now c’mon, let's move on from this, surely you have people you like and dislike already. lemme hear them.”

you sigh bringing your head to rest on her shoulder, “well you seemed to get along with eunji and jacky. i like the both of them, they’re fun. miyeon is also a sweetheart and you were right when you said you think the two of you could get along. she reminds me of you in a lotta ways, it's kinda scary.”

sana giggles next to you.

“mm some of the guys i didn’t like. there’s this one guy heechul i think, he is like 100% a simp for japanese women. and like, in a creepy body pillow way. this poor girl momo, who also seems really sweet by the way, maybe just a little shy, was being harassed the entire night by him anytime you weren’t looking his way. i also overheard him showing off to some of the guys about how he got a minor’s phone number by offering to teach her korean. one of the guys obviously put him down for it, which is like the bare minimum i guess, that was sunwoo, but some others egged him on talking about some incel reddit shit and how they’re glad all the women here are thin and pale. eugh, even talking about this makes me cringe. if it were up to me, i’d say there’s actually too many roses on that platter tonight.”

you can feel sana’s laughs in her throat, hearty and high. “well yeah but you also like, hate most men so it wouldn’t be too challenging.”

you look at her with a pout, “not all men! jacky was nice! and i’m sure there’ll be other decent guys here too that i can approve of. and if not, well… it’s their fault for being so gross and men-like.”

you love the way her laugh twinkles with the night sky. you can’t get over just how beautiful she looks tonight. and you catch yourself wondering just when you started describing sana with the word beautiful in your head. eugh. this was all jacky’s fault, you’d gone too deep into your role as a contestant for sana’s attention. you just needed this night to end and the big reveal that you were actually sana’s best friend sent to spy on the contestants to see how they acted in their natural habitats. then you could go back to being just that, sana’s best friend.

you can see in the corner of your eye producers signalling the two of you to head back to the others. you were almost inclined to ignore them just to spend a few more minutes with sana but she had already seen them and was gathering her dress ready to stand up.

she reaches a hand out to you, “c’mon, let’s head back. got announcements to make and people to cut.”

you smile, taking her hand gratefully and lifting yourself up. you hope the rest of the season goes a little smoother than tonight had gone, but the value of entertainment may impede on that.

#sana #sana x reader #minatozaki sana #sana imagines #twice sana #twice x reader #twice imagines #dovveri

356 notes · View notes

wosokirby · 5 months

Text

Lauren James x Chelsea!reader

“I don’t know what you mean, there’s no flirting going on. It’s just a drink calm down you two”

It wasn’t though.

It was never ‘just’ a drink.

Lauren James x Chelsea! reader

2.7k ish words

Another glass of rosé wine was placed in front of you on the table and you’d have almost missed it appearing if it wasn’t for the grin Erin gave you and the hand squeezing your shoulder.

Looking up above you LJ stood dropping off yet another drink for you almost like your own personal waiter for the evening. She gave you a quick smile before going back to the bar where a few of your team mates were stood.

“God will you two get over this or actually speak to each other” Erin groaned before picking up your new glass and taking a swig.

“Erm excuse me that’s mine thank you”

“You’ve had enough free drinks already!”

“Don’t be jealous you’ve got no friends Erin” you laughed as you took the wine glass out of her hand and setting it back in front of you. “What are you talking about anyway?”

“I don’t think just friends buy drinks all night for each other, and they certainly don’t silently flirt with each other” Erin sighed giving Guro a nudge with her elbow, as she seemed to be pointing out the oblivious, or at least obvious to everyone but you.

“Yes the flirting its so not subtle anymore” Guro agreed with Erin.

“I don’t know what you mean, there’s no flirting going on. It’s just a drink calm down you two”

It wasn’t though.

It was never ‘just’ a drink.

It was four or maybe five drinks tonight… and your dinner that Lauren had paid for before you met up with the rest of the Chelsea team at the busy bar you were now in.

When you think about it LJ did lots of that, a coffee on your pre match walk. A cup of tea was usually waiting for you when you got to training in the morning. A bottle of water after a match or if you were subbed off after her was silently handed to you.

It had all become a habit, so much so that you’d not really noticed it all any more. And when you did you assumed it was just Lauren being nice. Or at least that was what you had convinced yourself it was after you’d lost all hope that the feelings you had for her were reciprocated.

It must have been all in your head that she could feel the same way after you’d not been so subtle with some of the messages you tried to send her way once you realised the feelings were more than just the one you had for your other friends. Lauren was easily your closest person on the team and with the Lionesses. The two of you were always together.

While you spent a lot of that time taking any chance to glance over at Lauren, slightly mesmerised by her in certain moments, particularly on the pitch. Her talent could be seen by anyone with eyes, but not many people saw more than that. LJ is a private person she didn’t tell anyone much, unless you were a close friend, about her love life. Not that she found much time for that anyway. Training, the gym and focussing on all things football were her priorities.

Still she found time for you, afternoons and evenings were often spent at one of your places or in each others hotel rooms. Chatting, extra training, trash tv watching all just seemed to make the time go by far too quickly for your liking. You truly enjoyed every second you spent with Lauren, it was becoming more difficult to put your feelings aside but you knew it was important for your friendship that you didn’t let it slip. Lauren confessing her feelings or just sweeping you up after a goal celebration and kissing you remained just day dreams that kept you up when you were apart.

She didn’t feel the same, she couldn’t. She would have told you by now, you are each others best friend and no secrets were kept from you. So you were content as much as you could be with what you got, a couple of drinks and the occasional present she picked up just because it made her think of you would be enough for you.

But the candles that were beginning to take over your flat, the soft blankets she knew you could never have enough of and the cuddly kangaroo that sat on your bed every day, as a memory from the World Cup were treasured possessions for you. But just presents from one friend to another you thought.

“Leave it, please” It was not the most convincing argument to put forward to the girls who were at the very least bored of your pinning after your team mate.

“No it’s something you can’t ignore now, you need to speak to Lauren or we’ll make you” Erin boldly stated still with a bit of a smirk on her face letting you know it was at least a bit entertaining to wind you up.

“Make me by doing what guys? There’s nothing to say even if I did like Lauren, which I don’t, it’s not like she would be the same. She just sees me as a friend.”

“Oh come on that’s not true and you know that” Erin exclaimed, taking the lead on the pre planned conversation her and Guro were now launching on to you. They had encouraged each other to ask the both of you what was going on, and maybe with you a few drinks down they could push you and Lauren together.

“I’m going to the toilet, back in a min” You say pushing yourself back in your chair and leaving the table before they could say anything otherwise.

After weaving through the crowd you realised just how many drinks you had consumed that night, as you sat down you could feel the room swaying a little.

Still feeling a little lightheaded you wandered back through to the table, and after rounding a corner you bumped into a figure muttering a sorry before realising who it was.

“It’s alright it’s just me” Lauren said. She had caught hold of your arm to catch you before you had the chance to fall and her hand had come up to rest on your waist, resting on the skin in between your crop top and jeans, as she spoke to you.

“Are you ok? I just came to check on you”

“I’m fine I just think I’ve had a bit more to drink than I realised. I might need to sit down” you laughed. It wasn’t like you were falling over drunk but you were feeling the effects of those drinks Lauren had so kindly got you.

“C’mon then” LJ turned to walk back to where you had been sat before and you followed. The bar was pretty dimly lit and crowded, to keep track of you Lauren reached behind and held her hand out for you to hold. She led you through to the table and pulled out your chair, once you were sat she crouched down with her hand still holding yours.

“I’ll get you some water do you want anything else?”

You shook you head and Lauren left you at the table, you weren’t alone for long as Erin and Guro now joined by Sam and Millie took the opportunity to pounce on you.

“Why don’t you just tell your girlfriend you love her?” Sam teased from the other side of the table while the others giggled. It was harmless teasing and you all knew it wasn’t meant to offend you, it just cut a bit close to home this time.

“LJ told me you went on a date with her earlier you know” Millie said, glancing over her shoulder to check that LJ wasn’t within earshot.

“Ooooh” was the collective sound that came from the rest of the group who seemed to have never heard any gossip more exciting than this as they squealed in delight at Millie’s news.

“Alright, I think that’s me done for the night. Stop shit stirring guys” you laughed along with them, moving round the table you hugged each of them and said a quick goodbye promising to catch up again at training on Monday.

“Sorry it took a while” LJ said placing a glass of water into your hand when you met her near the bar. You downed the water appreciating the gesture. “You heading out?” She asked noticing the bag on your shoulder.

“Yeah I’m shattered, and them lot are getting annoying” you pointed behind you at the girls still giggling away.

“I’ll book an Uber now” She said pulling out her phone.

“No it’s alright I’ll book it, you picked me up on the way, on the way to our date…” you trailed off. You weren’t fully sure if Millie had been joking and feeling quite tipsy you maybe were letting the teasing get to you. You looked at Lauren whose attention had now been turned away from her phone. “Let’s just go it’s loud in here”

LJ took your hand and like she had earlier led you through the bar and outside, she still had her phone in her hand ready to book an Uber to collect you both before you could argue with her.

“You really should let me pay for something at some point you know Lauren” you sighed with a smile as the two of you stepped outside. “Never” LJ smirked holding the door open for you.

“I’d feel much better if you just let me take you home”

“Only if you come back with me then, I get lonely without you”. You said leaving against her, resting your head on her should for a brief moment.

LJ nodded and confirmed she’d booked just one cab to go to your address already, like she already knew what you’d ask her to do. You weren’t waiting for too long it wasn’t a weekend or too late so you were thankful when the car pulled up and LJ spoke to the driver before opening the rear door for you. You climbed in the car shuffling through as far as the middle seat so LJ could slide in next to you without walking round the car.

The window was cracked down slightly letting in a breeze that seemed to help you sober up but the tiredness was setting in. A hand rested on your leg giving your thigh a squeeze, when you turned to look at LJ she was already looking right at you. You weren’t sure if it was the eye contact or the the close proximity that made your stomach do little flips. She had this effect on you a lot more than you’d want to admit. You moved your hand to rest on top of hers giving it a reassuring nudge as she moved it slightly further up and into your inner thigh.

‘Fuck’ you thought, was this really happening? Suddenly you were no longer feeling so tired. You gave a small smile to Lauren that she returned, her eyes glancing down to your lips and back up. The car slowed down as it rounded a corner and you glanced away and out of the front window of the car to see that you were just round the corner from your flat. Once you had thanked the driver you followed LJ out of the car and took her hand as she watched you get out of the car.

Fumbling through your bag for your keys you walked towards the main door for your flat, once you had found them and opened the door you looked behind you to LJ who stood close by. This time as you lead her inside and up the couple of flights of stairs you took the lead and reached for her hand first, you didn’t need her to take you through a crowd just simply to be there. Opening up your door walking through to your lounge you let Lauren shut and lock the door as she quickly follows you.

Flopping down into the corner seat of your sofa you kicked off your shoes and relaxed into the seat, glad to be back home. “Comfy?” LJ said as you sat almost laying down, you could feel her sit next to you getting close once again. “Very, I could fall asleep now” you murmured your eyes closed.

“We should go to bed then”

“Give me a min”

Sitting in what was comfortable single for a few moments grew to another tension filled moment just like there had been in the taxi. When you slowly opened your eyes LJ was looking down at her hands, you gave in to what felt right and moved forward to slip your hand into hers. She moved one of her hands to link with yours and cupped your hand with both of hers still looking down at them.

It was such a comfort you, the soft touch of her hand against yours. It wasn’t just a joke what the girls had said at the bar, it was a date and it really could be that Lauren liked you back. You could feel all of that being expressed just by the physical contact you shared. You had to take that leap and say it. Lauren was the more shy of the two of you so really if you didn’t say it now you weren’t sure she’d be ready to take to leap first.

“Will you kiss me, please?” You spoke softly, almost afraid that if you spoke to loudly, to harshly it would scare her away or disrupt the moment. For no longer than a few seconds, yet it felt like an age, your team mate and best friend sat there not moving away but also not moving to fulfil your ask. It wasn’t often LJ didn’t do want you asked her to, she went out of her way to do a lot for you, to make you happy and smile. But you couldn’t doubt that it was what she wanted too.

Especially not when she turned her head to you, her hands leaving yours as she budged closer to you to sit almost in between your legs leaving some small distance between you and her. You leant forward meeting her in the small gap and she looked straight at you, taking the sight of you in before leaning in her eyes closing and her lips connecting with yours as you did the same.

It was a soft kiss, gentle as her lips moved against yours. It wasn’t just a peck on the lips, you were grateful she put some real effort into the kiss. You sighed quietly into the kiss as Lauren moved you towards her with her hands coming to rest against you, sitting on your hips. She gently pushed you down against the sofa as she leaned over you, while not disconnecting your lips once. One of the arms came to rest above your head holding her up, she moved back to allow you both to breathe for a second.

A quick kiss pressed against her lips as a small giggle passed from your lips as she smiled, that smile you loved to see, a smile you felt so lucky to see more than anyone else got to.

“I’m not sure if I expected that to happen tonight or not” Lauren admitted “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time”.

“Have you really?” You asked tentatively almost still afraid that if you spoke to loudly it would all disappear.

“For so long, I’ve had to stop myself from doing it almost every time we’ve been together lately” She confessed.

“Looks like we’ve got plenty of lost time to make up” You said and pulled her back down for another long kiss.

Hi, this is the first time I’ve ever really written anything like this but I thought I’d give it a go finally after thinking about it for a long time 😂

hope you enjoyed!

#lauren james #lauren james x reader #chelseawfc #lionesses #chelsea womens fc #woso x reader #woso imagine #lionesses x reader

140 notes · View notes

headkiss · 2 years

Note

saw this and now i have to leave an eddie request 😌

can i request something where eddie and reader are just being all cutesy and lovey-dovey? like maybe they're cuddling on the couch or reader is painting eddie's nails and wayne gets home from work but because it's late, they aren't expecting him. so he comes in all quiet and sees them just being all cute and takes a polaroid of them? and then they wake up the next morning and wayne's left the polaroid and a cute lil note on the coffee table?

idk just something cutesy and fluffy like that 😭

- @honeysuckleharringtons

hiii tysm for the request baby!!! i changed it a bit but i hope u like it anyway <3 | 0.6k of fluff

Eddie keeps a part of himself hidden from everyone but you.

It’s different from his dark exterior, from his armor of jokes and jabs. It’s even different from the energetic entertainer he is around his friends. While you love him all of the time, the him you get when it’s just the two of you is your favorite.

It’s special, a secret you hold very close. He trusts you enough to let every single wall down and you can’t thank him enough for it.

He’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. He’s gentle and kind, and he’s always got a hand on you. He’s the most perfect boyfriend both in public and private.

It’s why you pick up the phone every time; just in case it’s him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” his voice is enough to make you smile. “You busy?”

“Not at all. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Miss you, is all. Can you come over?”

You tell him you’ll be there soon and hang up. You never imagined that something as simple as a phone call could make you beam.

It’s not long before you’re walking the few steps up to the trailer, knocking lightly on the door.

Eddie opens it quickly. Really, he’d been waiting pretty close by ever since you hung up the phone. He just saw you yesterday, and yet, he missed you. There’s nobody that can make him feel like that but you.

“Hi,” he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. “C’mere.”

He opens his arms for a hug that you fall into easily, his arms wrapping around your waist, yours around his neck. You breathe each other in and he squeezes you before letting go and shutting the door behind you.

“I missed you too, by the way,” you tell him. “I didn’t say over the phone.”

“You’re cute. I rented that movie you wanted to see.”

He drove past Family Video and couldn’t help but stop. It gave him an excuse to invite you over—not that he needed one—and whenever he sees something and thinks of you, it’s hard not to buy it.

“Yay! Do you have popcorn?”

“Whose house do you think you’re in?” He goes to the kitchen and searches the cupboards until he finds it, “hell yeah, I have popcorn.”

You laugh softly at his antics, the many cupboards he left open in his search. You shut them all before snagging the popcorn from his hand.

“You burnt it last time. Let me do it.”

“Hey,” he drags out the word, “it was one time! I’ll make it perfect, give it.”

“Nuh-uh. You can set up the movie, Eds.”

“You’re so mean, baby,” he kisses your cheek on the way to the TV anyway.

You join him on the couch eventually, a bowl of popcorn in hand. You sit next to him, and he drapes a blanket over your laps before you set the bowl down. He tosses an arm over your shoulders, urging you to lean into his side, and hits play with the remote in the other hand.

You hardly pay attention to the movie, though it doesn’t bother you one bit. Eddie tries to throw popcorn and catch it in his mouth and fails too many times to count. Your cheeks almost hurt from how wide you’re smiling.

About halfway through the movie, Eddie moves the bowl onto the table and lays down on the couch. He tugs you over so that you’re laying between his legs, head on his chest.

That’s how Wayne finds you both when he comes home from work. The movie over and forgotten, both you and Eddie asleep, and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the table.

Eddie’s arms are hugging you close to him in his sleep, and yours do the same. Wayne smiles and decides not to wake you.

The next day, Wayne nods towards the door you’ve just left through and says to Eddie, “she’s a good one, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles at the mere thought of you, of how well you fit that even his uncle can see it. “Yeah, she is.”

2K notes · View notes

nnight-dances · 8 months

Text

SWEET BOY

PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader (ft. choi vernon)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: older brother figure to lover, childhood friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, jealousy, skinship, dk being a blushy idiot and you being a plain idiot.

lines are funny when it comes to your life. lines drawn from one point to another, lines forced to keep your work life and your personal life, but most important the big daunting line between you and your crush of nearly two years now, dokyeom.

it's funny, it really is, given how much time you've spent riling yourself up over him, telling yourself that he should retain the role he always had in your life: the older brother figure. because dokyeom's heart-warmingly kind, no even more so– blood-curdingly kind, painfully nice to everyone he meets, patient beyond imagination. he's worse than any nice guys you've met, simply because he fits the archetype too well to be real.

"don't you get tired?" you ask him, when he shows up at your door, clutching bags of take-out food, no doubt after hearing from your mom how you haven't had a chance to eat. yet, you'd emphasized to her after you'd made the mistake of letting her know you were too busy to cook.

"shouldn't i be asking you that?" dokyeom grunts as he lets himself into your house, familiar with the place like the back of his hand. "i know mr. ko called you in and gave you an earful for missing the last deadline, but that's no excuse to skip meals."

okay, worth mentioning is the fact that while you knew dokyeom since childhood thanks to the fact that you grew up in the same household, you'd also ended up moving to the city to sign a contract with the publishing company where he worked at, as an editor. it was half a coincidence, because you can't say you sought out the company simply on its merits.

you sigh as you stretch out a crick in your neck, "i'm not doing this because mr. ko told me to. i'm fine, i'm just trying to clear up my schedule before the end of the year. god knows i don't want to be working on new year's eve."

"and you won't," dokyeom takes off his coat, revealing a light blue sweater underneath, one that you've grown fond of. it's a sweet sweater, for a sweet man.

"well, thanks, anyway. for the food. sorry if my mom pestered you into doing this."

"i don't want to hear a word out of you till you've eaten."

you obey him silently, taking out the lukewarm bánh mì from its bag and starting to eat. dokyeom watches with a slight smile, noting how your hair was in a ponytail, a rare occurrence. just another indication that you were forcing yourself to work too hard.

"what am i going to with you…" he muses to himself, slowly tidying up the mess on your writing corner. the little wooden table you'd spent hours studying and testing before buying, is crowded with stationery and a few notebooks. your laptop sits blank, screen indicating that it was close to dying. dokyeom brushes off the stray balls of napkins off and into the small trashcan next to the chair, followed by all the tiny eraser dust particles. he's just plugged in your laptop when he hears you call out his name softly.

"hmm?" he calls back. "you want some coffee?" you ask and when dokyeom arches a brow at you, you wave your empty hands, "i'm done eating! can a girl not want a warm liquid post-meal?"

"fine, fine. i'll have some, thanks." he laughs as you glare at him, mumbling incoherencies about him.

"oh, right, i almost forgot to tell you," dokyeom pulls out his phone, ten minutes later when the two of you are settled on the couch, waiting for your steaming mugs to settle down a little. "there's a department-wide party this sunday, an end of year gathering or something. you should come, i hear the budget this year's crazy. it's at a fancy hotel and everything."

you narrow your eyes at dokyeom, "i don't know about that. work parties are a slog, dude. i can't stand to get drunk with the people who literally torture the creativity out of me."

"that's harsh, y/n. and an exaggeration."

"whatever…" you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, "i… i don't even have a date. it's kind of a short notice to find someone anyway–"

"i'll be your date," dokyeom offers, faster than either of you could comprehend his response. his ears flush, "um, i mean, i'll go with you, if you don't… mind."

"why would i mind? i just thought you'd have someone to go with already," you say and when you catch the shy look on your friend's face, "unless of course, nobody's asked you. which i totally understand."

"hey! i don't want to take names but i've had to tell some people no already. so don't–"

"oh? so you rejected the people who did ask you? i thought you were too nice to do that. "

"yeah, i did. i didn't want to go with them. i don't know them well enough to guarantee they'll be fun for the entire night. plus, it's messy going with someone from work. you agree once, who's to say they'll keep asking you for life?"

"i'm someone from work, too," you point out, averting your gaze to the coffee, watching the evaporation swirl around.

"you're different, silly," dokyeom chuckles out, arm hitting yours, "we're already messy. i knew you before work, and i'll know you long after. we're more than that, you know?"

that? whatever he meant, you find your heart soaring ever so much, "hm, i suppose you're not wrong. fine, i'll come to the party." if it's with you.

that night you find yourself obsessing over this conversation. what did dk mean we're already messy? you were messy? you knew he didn't mean that like a bad thing but the word unsettled you anyway. your feelings for him only made it harder to listen to him objectively, especially when he says stuff like we're more than that. more than what, exactly?

–

dokyeom's having a hell of a day, carrying around a headache he's had since this morning and a heavy to-do list that doesn't seem to be going anywhere despite the fact that he's been at his desk for about five hours now. he sits back with a grunt, taking his eyes off his screen for a moment to take a break.

as soon as he tunes back into the physical world around him, he overhears his coworkers chatting near his desk, instant coffeee in hand.

"yo, you're kidding! how'd you get her number finally?" ren, a newbie, elbows the man next to him. vernon, the man in question, is grinning too wide for his own good.

"i just asked her for it. i told her i had some important doubts about her new manuscript."

"that didn't annoy her?"

"nah, y/n's chill like that. she was super nice about it, too, telling me she would love to hear from me."

ren gasps dramatically, "no way, do you think she–"

dokyeom clears his throat with a start, having had enough as an eavesdropper for the day. he stands up, making eye-contact with vernon who shoots him a nonchalant smile. it pisses dokyeom off, how wasn't he bothered?

his headache's only getting worse so he decides to get himself something to eat while he's at it. some fresh air might help him. he shoots the pair a stiff smile as he leaves the office, hand clutching his phone a little too hard. as he gets into the elevator, he's alerted of a message.

speak of the devil, he thinks when your name pops up on his screen. am i expected to dress formal for this party? you ask.

only if u want to :) he shoots back.

… what kind of an answer is that.

an honest one. expectations are only as high as you want them to be.

you know i hate you right

enough to ask me to be ur date? <3 <3

you're befuddled on the other side of the chat, "who asked who?" you mumble, choosing to not respond to dokyeom's frustrating reply to your very genuine question.

dokyeom, on the other hand, is feeling much better now that he's had a chance to talk to you. where you're reserved about your feelings for him, dokyeom really couldn't be more transparent about them. or so he thinks. but really, he's convinced he couldn't be clearer about how he feels about you– instantaneous responses to your texts, making sure you eat on time, corresponding with your mom to reassure her of your good health, careful attention to what you're into at the time so he can buy you the things you refuse to splurge on.

to dokyeom, this was the clearest confession of his love for you. the only reason he hasn't vocalized it in person is because he doubts any good would come out of it. he's more than happy with the relationship he has with you, a safe enough distance but a warm closeness anyway. besides, he's pretty certain you think of him as more of a brother than anything. an older brother figure you've known since you were children. better to keep things the way they were. right?

–

dokyeom's increasily unsure about his convictions to keep things the same. maybe it had something to do with the fact that you look breathtaking tonight. you're adorned in the prettiest pink dress, eyes sparkling more than usual thanks to the glitter you'd dabbed on and hair cascading down to your shoulders in curls that has him a little weak in the knees.

he does visibly gape at you when you greet him at the door with a small smile. he's flustered enough to be out of words so you're left speaking to a shell of him. "hey, you're a little earlier than i imagined. i'm almost ready. come in though."

when he stands still despite your invitation, you frown. "dokyeom?" he bites his lip as he comes to and nods, walking in after you. "you good?"

"yeah, just a little nervous."

"nervous?"

"you look really pretty," he musters, reddening when your eyes widen at his honest confession, "i'm a little dizzy." the two statements are correlated but you don't pick up on that, instead becomes concerned. you take his arm and your cold touch on his arm only sends him further down his dazed condition.

"dizzy? that's no good. come sit," you pull him to the couch, making him take a seat. god, dokyeom thinks he's dreaming when you touch his cheek, "do you need medicine? warm tea? water?"

he clears his throat, "n-no, i'm fine," he lets himself fall against the cushions, closing his eyes against the rush in his veins. "just– you should go get ready. i'll be back to normal soon."

you look at him in confusion for a prolonged few seconds before giving up and doing as he said. when you come back, you have a lip gloss and heels on. "okay," you announce to the back of dokyeom's head, "i'm ready, dk."

he sits up quickly, head clearing up now. he turns around to you and smiles a cheerful smile that is much more like him. "alright! let's go!"

you watch him warily anyway, all the way to his car. "ah, your hair–" you reach out to the back of his head where some hair stuck out from his earlier meltdown. gently, you brush the disturbances away, fingers swift in their adminstrations. dokyeom thinks he might break down again, the gesture making him feel giddy all over again. it doesn't help when he feels your warm breath on his neck when you sigh, returning to your seat. "ok, no more hair casualities, we are set to go."

dokyeom can't afford to look up at you so he simply starts the car, keeping his head straight so he can drive the both of you to the venue safely.

being in a room bustling with people he knows really helps dokyeom, for as soon as you reach the hall, he takes off in a rush, something about having to greet everyone that's important. you don't know to feel about his flight but you manage to shrug it off, trusting him enough to know he'll be back before long.

you station yourself near the refreshments, finding yourself a flute of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres to keep you company while dokyeom does what he does. you find yourself mildly enjoying yourself, people-watching all sorts of groups and downing your second serving of champagne, when you're joined by someone.

it's kitty, a coworker you're less than fond of, thanks to her loud mouth and overwhelming beauty. she's dressed in an immaculate white dress, face glowing even in the harsh light as she smiles at you. "y/n!"

"kitty," you acknowledge her with a cordial nod of your own, hoping this wouldn't take too long.

"how've you been? you look much better than the last time i saw, so not too bad i hope!"

your smile sours, "i'm fine, kitty. nice to see you're feeling as chatty as usual."

"i am! what better ocassion than a party to be social," she remarks pointedly and you contain a sigh. kitty was an important coworker, unfortunately for you, with her in charge for your public image and general likeability. it really should be criminal how little she likes you for someone who has to make sure you appeal to the masses.

"i didn't even think i'd see you around. you have a date?"

"i'm here with dokyeom, yeah."

this seems to startle kitty, because she's speechless for a moment. "dokyeom? he said yes to you?"

ignoring whatever undertones of disbelief kitty's giving off, you roll your eyes, "it was more that he forced me to come with him, but yeah, sure, however you wanna say it."

"wow, dokyeom's really kind to do that. he even turned me down. he must really treasure your friendship."

now you've had enough of her insinuations, so you cut the chat short. "sorry, kitty, i need to use the bathroom. excuse me."

you break away from her, feeling the weight of her glare at your aloofness. you really don't care for her snarky remarks usual, long-accustomed to the kind of gossip she likes to generate. but tonight, your tolerance was low. you didn't want to think about why dokyeom asked you to come to the party, and you certainly didn't want kitty's suggestions marinate in your mind. but it's too late, you feel your chest tighten at the thought of dokyeom feeling pity for you, asking you to come because that's just how kind he was, and you, his best charity case.

dokyeom spots you from across the room where he's eventually recovered from his weak condition. he feels guilt spike through his veins when he sees you storm away from kitty, who's no doubt spewed some obnoxious nonsense to make you leave the room with that tense expression of yours.

he excuses himself from his conversation to run off after you, managing to catch you as you leave the hall.

"y/n!" he calls out, catching ahold of your shoulder. "where are you going?"

you stop, startled by dokyeom's interception. you slowly turn around, trying your best to neutralize your expression. "um, just using the bathroom. i drank that champagne a little too fast."

"oh, you sure you're okay? i saw you talking to kitty earlier and i know how frustrating she can be."

you laugh mirthlessly, "i'll be okay as long as i don't run into her in the next five months or so." you turn away, presumably toward the washroom. you'd hoped your explanation would be enough to soothe dokyeom's curiosity but then you hear him follow after you.

"dk?"

"i'll go with you."

"to the washroom?"

"uh, yeah. i'll walk you in case you can't find your way back."

"they have signs everywhere and the party's in the biggest hall here– i– whatever, i need to pee too bad to argue with you right now."

from thereon, dokyeom doesn't leave your side for a second. you don't know what to think of it but you don't complain because your mood's much better when you spend your time by his side, shitting on the ocassional passerby and laughing at each other's jokes.

dokyeom regrets leaving you by yourself in the first place, especially because he's almost too certain that kitty had told you he'd turned her invitation down. it was awkward to even look at her, let alone talk to her. but then again, she's never been one to care about other people's comfort because about halfway into the night, you spot her trailing back to your table with a few people following her.

the group crowds your table and you find yourself pressed against a stranger who no doubt works with kitty. he shoots you a sleazy smile and you're grateful when you feel dokyeom subtly pull you closer toward him with a hand around your waist. what you don't expect is him to leave him arm there, draped down your back, finger resting against the small of lower back, sending chills up your spine.

"hey, you two! what're you upto, you've been stuck to this table for the entire night," kitty laughs.

dokyeom notices vernon among the group, much to his chagrin, smiling at you boyishly. you wave back at vernon with a soft chuckle, thankful that not everyone in this crowd was a snoozefest.

"just talking," is dokyeom's curt response. "are y'all enjoying the party?" he adresses the larger group, making it a point to not look at kitty.

"i wish there was more real food," someones pipes in with a grunt and people laugh in agreement.

"the wine's really good though. expensive stuff," vernon points out, looking at the wine glass propped between you and dokyeom.

"yeah, it's maybe the best thing about this party," you chime in with a smile. before dokyeom can somehow bring up the fact that he'd been drinking out of the same glass as you, ren gasps out loud, "oh my god, guys, the mistletoe man's back!"

you look around in confusion and find a man dressed in green overalls walking around with some mistletoe stuck his chest, neatly tied with a red ribbon stuck to his chest. "the fuck?" you mumble out and dokyeom laughs at your bewilderment. "it's a stupid tradition," dokyeom says softly to you, "heard someone say it's to foster closer connections between workers."

"by forcing them to kiss?" you whisper back with a grimace as you watch a pair break away from their kiss with bitter expressions. it's fine though because they look at each other's disgust and break into laughter, their table cheering them on.

"i think it's cute!" kitty remarks, watching the man as he turns around from a few tables over.

"shit, i think he's coming over here," ren curses. "why's that a bad thing?" kitty questions, smiling, eyes glued to the side of dokyeom's face. you might gouge your eyes out one of these days. you're too busy ignoring the ruckus kitty's causing with her frantic giggles as the mistetoe man approaches her. but then he goes past her and she goes silent, eyes coming to still behind you. that's when you realize the mistletoe man's standing square between you and dokyeom.

you turn around to the man with wide eyes but he simply smiles, "the mistletoe man knows when he sees two lovers!" you don't know what he means till you become aware of dokyeom's arm around you. he pulls away in surprise and his face is red when you look up at dokyeom.

"this is stupid," you murmur, hoping he'll agree and you wouldn't have to participate in this tradition.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" ren starts a chant and everyone but kitty and vernon is quick to join in. dokyeom looks bewildered at the unison, and he looks at you, then down at your lips. "we don't have to do this," he comforts you.

"do you want to?" you ask him under your breath. you feel yourself flushing.

"i'll do it if you want to."

you hate how agreeable dokyeom is sometimes, wishing he would decide for you, for this once. you don't want to think about all the eyes on you, the whispering that's no doubt been reignited. everyone knows you and dokyeom have been friends and maybe something more for years now, but to witness conclusive proof is thrilling to them.

you feel frozen with the weight of the decision upon you. but then kitty opens her stupid mouth, "ah, dokyeomie, you don't have to do something you don't want to–"

that spurs you on, you find yourself pressing yourself against dokyeom, raising yourself to his height so you can press your lips to his. he meets you halfway, as if he'd been waiting for you to do exactly this, his large hand finding your cheek so he can seal the deal.

this goes without saying, you've never kissed dokyeom before, but the way it feels so natural has you questioning if this really was the first time. his lips are pillowy against yourself, his breath hitting your face sweetly when you finally pull away. his eyes are hooded like you've never seen them and you really wish you could memorize this feeling, ingrain it into your mind for later.

but the moment breaks when you hear the table around you erupt with all kinds of reactions. you don't care to look though, too busy with your own reaction to handle. your heart's fluttering but your eyes feel watery when you pull away from dokyeom. you don't know what to think of all the lines you've been worrying about, the line between you and dokyeom cracking the moment you leaned into his lips.

–

dokyeom's scared for his life right now. after the chaos around you settled a little, you'd looked at him and quietly asked if he could drive you home right now. he'd been quick to agree, following you out of the door without bidding anyone goodbye. but you're silent the entire walk to his car, not answering him when he asks if you're okay.

now that you're settled in the car, he pauses before starting the engine. "y/n," he starts softly. you focus on your breathing, staring down at your hands blankly. "i'm sorry."

this makes you look up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "...why are you sorry?" you ask quietly, lips set in a narrow line.

"i– that must have made you uncomfortable. i didn't know what else to–"

"i was the one who kissed you," you comment, looking away and out the window, hands now fists in your lap. dokyeom watches as you tuck some stray strands of hair behind your ear, "i should be sorry."

should be, because you weren't a bit sorry about the kiss. the circumstances that caused it? sure. but the kiss itself wasn't something you would undo.

dokyeom doesn't know what to say because there's so much to say. where does he even start? "i thought you always saw me as a… brother."

"what?" your eyes hold a sea of disbelief in them but then as you blink back at a solemn dokyeom, you think it's not that crazy for him to think that after all. "well, i used to. how could i not? mom had drilled it into my system to rely on you like you were family."

dokyeom hums, "...and?"

"i mean, i clearly don't think… i don't have the feelings of a sister toward you," you mumble, your cheeks on fire when you hear your poor phrasing. "if i did, it would be a problem that i wanted to kiss back there."

"you did?" dokyeom gapes and you look at him with a slight tilt of your head. "i– obviously!" you tell him.

he swallows, "wow. i don't even know what to think–" it's his turn to look at his hands that are trembling, "honest to god, i've never harboured anything but romantic feelings for you, y/n." he says this, head lowered as if in shame, ears revealing how embarassed he was. "i love your mother, but i swear she wanted to kill me the way she encouraged you to call me your brother when you were out with me."

you grimace, holding back a chuckle, "i'm sorry…"

"don't be," dokyeom sounds truly defeated, as if the work of hiding his feelings from you had finally caught up with him. "i'm sorry i didn't make myself clearer sooner. never imagined we'd talk about this because we got bullied into our first kiss."

you sigh, nodding as you mutter an agreement. dokyeom rises from his slouch slowly, coming to lock eyes with you. one of his hands comes to rest atop your own fist, prying it open so that you were holding his. you feel warm beyond imagination, feeling like you might burst open with the intensity of your feelings for dokyeom, wondering how you'd ever managed to keep them secret.

"can…" you stop, voice hoarse, licking your lips nervously, "will you kiss me? for real this time?"

it doesn't take dokyeom a moment's hesitation to close the distance betwen you, his soft lips back on yours, not soon enough for you to get used to the gentle saccharine daze that overcame you. your unoccupied hand card through his hair, similar to a few hours ago when you'd been fixing it, but this time dokyeom lets out the mewl he'd been contatining last time.

he pulls away with a somewhat grunt, eyes starry, "there's no way you didn't know what your were doing." you look back at him, a little breathless with a look of complete confusion.

he sighs, giving in and rest his head against yours, "when you were fixing my hair earlier, i thought i'd die of a heart attack. finally give up and move on from you, if only in death."

"don't say that, dk," you scold him, hands around him in concern, "and i don't understand why– i mean i feel like we've touched… in other ways before so–"

"i don't know either!" he exclaims, "i just– you looked so fucking gorgeous tonight and then you kept being oblivious to how obviously down bad i am for you– i just couldn't."

"hey, you weren't obvious if i didn't know! that's unfair…" you mumble, looking away with flushed cheeks. it didn't make sense to you. but dokyeom simply laughs into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug, not much of a change for your dynamic. you'd hugged dokyeom countless times before but now you feel unimaginably closer to him, like you were actually holding him, the entirety of him in your arms. it was incredible, the warmth that blossomed inside you in the silence that surrounded you. it was love.

love shows up even in the early mornings when you're with dokyeom. he'd slept over after your date last night, when you'd insisted you would be too lonely to sleep if he promptly took off (like a gentleman, he commented). you'd laid in bed till 2 am, kissing and talking the night away, his hands finding their indents underneath your worn-out tee.

you wake up to his nose snuggled in your neck, breathing softly in slumber, hair sticking out every which way. you can't help the loving giggle that leaves you, making him stir in his sleep, arm coming to sit atop your bare stomach.

"sweet boy," you mumble, placing a kiss atop his forehead and watching in awe as his brown eyes come to life at the action. "you awake?" you jokingly ask but dokyeom responds with a groggy grunt, smiling with fluttering eyes.

you run a finger through his hair. he groans, "don't wake up yet." you laugh, stroking a strand behind his ear, "but i'm already–"

he cuts you off with a pout, "no, don't wake up, love. please, want to sleep some more."

you sigh and shift impossibly closer to him. "all right, then. can't argue with that logic."

with that, you doze off again. how you manage to fall right back asleep is beyond you, though it might have something to do with the fact that dokyeom's presence brings you a serenity you didn't know you could feel, a feeling that's better than the soft comforter that he himself had picked out for your bed. his arms hold you close, the sweetness melting your heart the whole time you dream, dreaming of dokyeom and of love.

323 notes · View notes

redrose10 · 1 month

Note

Hi I love your works ❤️❤️ I want a fic with yoongi with #26 and #34 propmts

I wrote this as a part two to this one. I hope that’s okay!

#26 It was you the whole time

#34 I might never get another chance to say this

Warnings: Angst, one swear word

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

The ride to the airport gave you a lot of time to think. You thought a little about your new job and your new home. Mostly you thought about Yoongi. You wondered how his wedding reception was going. Jin was probably dancing on top of a table already which made you laugh at the thought. Hopefully Yoongi was having fun.

You knew he probably realized you had left, you just hoped he wasn’t too upset about it. Your phone was still turned off from the ceremony, but you knew once it was turned on you’d have dozens of notifications from him. The thought of telling him beforehand definitely crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to ruin his big day much to the dismay of Jimin who had actively tried to convince you tell him not only about your new job, but also your love for him.

You thought it was better to quietly sneak out just like you did and handle the consequences of your actions afterwards while you were thousands of miles away from him.

***********************************************

“Where is Y/N?”, Yoongi asked walking up to Jimin, “I haven’t seen her since the ceremony and she’s not answering her phone. She always answers when I call.”

Quickly Jimin took a big gulp of his drink trying to buy a few more seconds, “Uhhhh bathroom. Yes she went to the bathroom.”

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

“Well she drank a lot and has a small bladder. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Yoongi glared at Jimin making him feel uncomfortable.

“Ooohhh is that calamari?”, Jimin said before using the distraction as an excuse to quickly run away. Yoongi let out a long sigh as he ran his hands through his hair for probably the fiftieth time before getting an idea.

First he checked on his new wife making sure she was okay and letting her know he had to check on something real quick.

Once he was in a private room he took out the letter you had handed him earlier. He knew he promised not to open it until the next day, but you also promised to always answer his calls so if you can break promises so can he.

Gently he unfolded the paper. His heart skipped a beat as he read,

“Yoongi,

I’m so genuinely happy for you on your big day and I wish you and your wife nothing but happiness and joy for the rest of your lives which is why I’ve chosen to do what I’ve done. I’ve accepted a job offer thousands of miles away. I left right after your ceremony. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you beforehand. I just didn’t want to cause you heartache right before one of the happiest most important days of your life.

Ever since that day at summer camp when you made me a new necklace because mine had broke…I knew I loved you. I have loved you more than anything for so many years which is why I had to let you go, even if it meant sitting there and smiling as I watched you profess your love to someone else. Please don’t be upset with me and don’t let this ruin the celebration. Take care of yourself Yoongi.

Until we meet again some day,

Y/N”

By the end of the letter Yoongi was shaking. He stormed out of the room and made a beeline straight for Jimin shoving him in the shoulder, “You knew didn’t you?! You knew she was leaving and didn’t say anything. How could you do this to me? How could SHE do this to me?!”

“I’m sorry, but she made me promise.”, Jimin said hiding behind Namjoon who was trying to mediate and calm the situation.

“Unbelievable.”, Yoong scoffed before heading to the bar ignoring all the concerned looks.

***********************************************

“Thank you”, you smiled accepting the coffee from the barista. You had a little time to spare so you decided to get a much needed coffee and a snack before your flight. Finally deciding to switch on your phone you sighed as notification after notification popped up, all from Yoongi.

His name popped up on your screen once again as another call came through. Deciding you weren’t ready to deal with that yet you turned your phone off again and put it back in your bag turning your attention back to your coffee.

It seemed that everyone on your plane decided to get in line to board at the exact same time only adding to your already irritated state. Finally after what felt life forever the line started moving.

You only took a few steps before you felt someone grab your arm. Your crankiness coming out in full blast made you pull your arm out of their grasp and spin around, “Look buddy, you’re going to have to wait in line like everyone else…Yoongi?”

To say you were shocked to see him standing there would be an understatement. He was still in his tux. His hair no longer neatly styled and his cheeks were rosy either from drinking or running, maybe both you weren’t sure.

“Yoongi what are you doing here?”

He took out the letter and pushed it against your chest, “Did you mean what you said in this?”

“You weren’t supposed to read that until tomorrow. You promised.”

“Yeah well you promised to always answer my calls so I guess we’re even.”

You rolled your eyes feeling your annoyance building, “Yes I took a new job and I’m moving.”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”, he spat back.

He pulled you off to the side away from prying ears, “Did you mean what you said about loving me?”

Unable to look him in the eyes you nodded.

“Fuck Y/N, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

The line for your plane was moving faster so you picked up your carryon bag, “Look I have to go Yoongi. I’ll call you when I land and we can talk then.”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your arm once again pulling you closer, “Y/N please, If I don’t say this now I might never get another chance to say this.”

You dropped your bag once again giving him the chance to speak.

“I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you ever since that same day at camp when your face lit up after I handed you the necklace. I’m sorry I’m an idiot and never told you. I was scared and didn’t want to loose you as a friend so I buried my feelings deep down and tried to find love elsewhere, but I can’t loose you now. I need you. I need you here with me. It was you the whole time.”

You shook your head, “Yoongi you just got married.”

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s the innocent one in all of this so I’ll apologize and make sure she’s taken care of. Honestly I think she was kind of suspicious anyways. Please Y/N. I’m so sorry it ended up like this, but I need you to know how much I love you and I want you.”

You bit your lip trying to prevent your tears from falling but it was no use. You shook your head before picking up your bag again, “I’m sorry Yoongi. I can’t be the one that breaks up your marriage. We both made our choices and now we have to move forward with them. Take care of yourself. Go home and enjoy your new married life. I’ll be okay on my own.”

Taking a deep breath before you turned around and hurried over to the gate making it at the last minute. The flight attendant checked you in and stepped aside for you to enter.

You turned around to give Yoongi one last look feeling your heart shatter at the sight of him with his hands in his pockets as tears fell down his cheeks. He nodded and gave you a familiar forced smile before you turned around hearing the door close behind you.

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fic #yoongi angst #bts yoongi #yoongi #bts fic #bts angst

93 notes · View notes

ivegotyourbackbuddie · 2 months

Text

After the 118 find out that Buck and Eddie are together, I want Eddie to have a day filled with shovel talks.

Like he’s invited along to an innocent breakfast with Hen and Karen but before he can even order anything, they’re raising their eyebrows and asking, “What are your intentions with Buck?”

And after Eddie stutters out a response about how much he loves Buck and asks them if it’s too soon to buy a ring, they lay off of him and have a nice breakfast.

But right after the breakfast, he gets an innocent text from Maddie asking to come over and help him with a new play set she and Chimney bought for Jee and any of the other kids who want to play on it. And Eddie immediately is on his way, excited to help out. Only, when he gets there, Maddie is hesitant to take him to the backyard and instead asks if he wants tea, coffee, or a beer.

When she hands Eddie the beer, she slowly tells him how special Buck is to her and how painful it’s been for her to see him get hurt over and over by people who are supposed or love him.

So, Eddie tells her about how painful it was for him to see Buck hurt as well, and how Buck is in his will, and how he doesn’t think he’d survive the heartbreak if anything bad happened between him and Buck. And by the end of his speech, Maddie has tears streaming down her face - happy tears - because she knows Buck has found someone who loves him nearly as much as she’s always loved him.

And as Eddie finishes off the beer, he asks, “So, there was no play set, was there?”

Maddie shakes her head and replies, “Oh no. There is. I’m just making Chimney work on it because he didn’t want to be a part of the shovel talk.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “He gets scared of how overprotective I am.”

Eddie smiles and nods. “Well, I find it endearing. I’ve always admired how much you’ve had his back his whole life. The love you have for each other is really beautiful.”

Maddie wipes a tear from her eye and laughs, “Now you’re really trying to suck up to me.”

Eddie laughs and has to excuse himself to answer his ringing phone with Bobby’s caller ID lighting up the screen. Bobby says something about stopping by to go over his and Buck’s paperwork, and Eddie tells him he’s coming over.

After a very long hug, Eddie is on his way over but as soon as he’s through the doorway, he finds not only Athena waiting for his arrival but Harry and May at the dinning room table across from her. Eddie starts by saying, “Really? You guys too? Did you guys all plan for today to be the shovel talk day? Because I thought it was pretty clear that I love Buck more than anyone I’ve loved before - besides Christopher. And I’m beyond lucky to have someone like him as my partner in the job, to care for Christopher, and in life. And yes, I’m aware that there will be challenges because every relationship has them - hell, Buck and I have already had challenges. But I love him every bit because of how we got through them and came out on the other side stronger. Yes, I can’t promise that I won’t hurt Buck, but I will promise that I will do everything in my power to prevent that from happening.”

And the whole Grant-Nash family just stares at him before Bobby clears his throat and hands him some paperwork while saying, “I actually did have a question about the paperwork.”

And before Eddie can die of embarrassment, Athena comments, “But I’m glad we got that over with before Bobby gave his speech Thursday night when this was supposed to happen. And trust me, you did not want to sit through it.”

Bobby shoots her an offended look, but May laughs and explains, “He’s been practicing… with flashcards.”

When Eddie raises his eyebrows at Bobby, he has the decency to look just as embarrassed as Eddie feels, but he ignores the topic at hand to point out a back page Eddie forgot to fill out.

After it’s all settled, Eddie asks Bobby, “Hey, who is giving Buck the shovel talk on my behalf?”

Bobby only raises his eyebrows in response and shares a smile with Athena.

Then, the scene cuts to Buck who is very nervously stating his intentions with Eddie, talking about all the moments he knew he was in love with him but pushed it down because he never thought he was lucky enough to get what he always wanted. Then, it kind of turns into a speech of all the things he loves about Eddie until he cuts himself off, asking if it’s too soon to buy him a ring.

A very long silence goes by and Buck keeps nervously fidgeting then finally asks, “So… did I pass?”

Then, the camera slowly pans to Christopher who is staring at Buck very seriously, but then he breaks out into a wide smile and laughs, “You passed!” before getting up to give him a hug.

And this is exactly how Eddie finds them when he gets back, and he knows that all the uncomfortable talks were worth it.

Until Chris pulls away and tells him, “Dad, I have something very serious to discuss with you.”

And Eddie rolls his eyes to prepare for yet another talk, but he can’t help but be glad that Buck has so many people in his life that love him.

Of course, those same people give Buck the shovel talk the next day except this time Chimney joins because he loves watching Buck squirm under pressure. And after several talks and more tears shed, Buck goes out to finally buy a ring, not knowing that while he was out, Eddie was doing the same thing.

But they wouldn’t have it any other way.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 abc #911 show #911 #buddie drabble #buddie headcanons

128 notes · View notes

muffymello · 6 months

Text

Night Owl

(Roronoa Zoro x f!Reader)

University AU - A bartender and a barista have a lot in common, except working hours.

1.5k Words

You couldn't help but flop right onto the nearest barstool, much to the amusement of your friends.

It was a long shift at the cafe this morning, rush after rush of students ordering complicated drinks, and on top of it all you had run out of the house coffee beans mid-shift. It was overall hectic, and thinking about it made your head hurt.

You let out a deep breath, trying to relax and join in on the conversation your friends were taking part in, waiting (slightly impatiently) for the busy staff to take your order. Soon enough, a glass with a colourful drink and lime-peel garnish slid in front of you across the bar, prompting your eyes to rise up and meet that of the green-haired bartender who had made it.

"Sorry, I uh- this must be someone else's. I haven't ordered anything yet..."

"Someone bought that for you, looks like you could use it."

Usually someone speaking to you like that would be an insult, but the stress of the day combined with free booze soothed your nerves as you took a sip. Sweeter than what you usually went for, but obviously very strong. Nice. You looked back up to the bartender, who was now making a drink for your friend, to ask him about it.

"Who do I have to thank? And what is this?"

He shrugged his shoulders, quickly replying before flying down the bar to serve another patron. All he gave was some half-assed excuse of being too busy for chit-chat, which got on your nerves just a bit.

No matter, the night was still young, and whoever it was that had bought the drink could reveal themselves if they really wanted to. After that, you bought your own drinks, all from the slightly grumpy green-haired bartender who seemed to be manning your section.

You couldn't lie to yourself, he was quite attractive. The way he worked the crowded place seemed almost memorized, moving robotically and making drinks in an extremely efficient way, albeit less polite than what was usually expected from the profession. When he caught you staring at his arms while shaking a martini, you quickly looked down at your drink again to avoid his cold eyes.

Soon enough, you had drank enough to really loosen up after the hard day. Now you were the centre of attention in your group, making everyone laugh seemed to come easy after a few drinks.

A few of your friends teased you about the secret admirer, but you simply brushed it off. Buying just one drink was no big deal, especially if the reasoning the bartender described was true. Simply a pity drink, courtesy of the bags under your eyes. This had nobody else in the group convinced, still teasing as they all left to dance.

Your sore legs begged you not to join, as did your terrible coordination. You were perfectly content to stay seated at the bar, less busy thanks to majority of the drunk college students taking to the dance floor. You smiled a bit at the sight of the bartenders relaxing a bit after surviving the rush, seeing the same look in their eyes that you had held in your own just earlier that day.

"So, are you free enough to tell me what kind of drink that was- ...?" You searched for a name tag on the bartender's chest, met with nothing but faded old t-shirt to stare at. "Not a drink with a name, really. Just the result of an experiment, was it any good?"

The bartender seemed much more willing to chat once the orders had died down significantly, still not giving his name. "If it isn't a real drink, how did someone order it?" You challenged, leaning onto the bar with a smile. The drink had been quite good, and while you were only looking for the name so you could order another, you weren't the type to turn down a playful remark after a drink or two.

"Nobody ordered it from me." The bartender stated, plain and simple. He turned his back, face unbothered as he hauled a giant, heavy tray of dirty dishes into the back before you had time to ask any more questions. In the time he was gone, you managed to put two and two together that he was the one who had bought that drink.

As you began to blush, taking a second to fix your hair, you wondered his reasoning. He had been so nonchalant about it, you didn't even know his name! Then again, he didn't seem like the type to be buying girls drinks at all. The dumpy bar was affordable for college students, but you were sure they couldn't be paying the student bartenders anything better than minimum wage right now. That doesn't budget into buying drinks for people just because, but before you could think any harder about it he emerged from the back room again, to which you quickly spoke.

"I'd like another of whatever that was, with the lime peel."

"Sure thing."

He didn't even bother to look up. No smile, no flirt, not even a glance. Usually when someone bought you a drink, they had some sort of motive, but this guy just seemed to be focused on what he was doing. While you could respect it as a drink-making employee yourself, it was just... perplexing.

Part of you was slightly disappointed at the lack of attention. Your heart had skipped a beat when you figured out the gesture originally, especially after checking out the bartender before you had even known he was the one behind the gift. When he slid the new drink over, you flashed him a smile of your own.

"I'll cover this one," you joked, taking a sip. This got a small smile, one side of his mouth pulling up, before he looked down again to polish some glasses. Damn.

To hell with being subtle, you thought, asking outright. "Why buy me a drink, then?" At this, he met your gaze. This wasn't a cold look, it could even be mistaken as... soft. Kind.

"Like I said, you looked like you needed it. Tough day?"

While you knew the words really should have pulled some kind of hurt feelings from you, they came off too genuine to be offended by. Instead you went along with his question, giving him the details of your shitty work day and even making him laugh a few times at your overdramatic recount.

By the time your friends returned from the dance floor, his attention had completely moved from his work to fully being invested in you. Still making drinks and cleaning the bar up, but his eyes met yours instead of whatever his hands were doing. He stayed close to where you sat, nodding along as you spoke. Before you could ask for his number or even remember to get his name, your friends had dragged you out to catch the uber with more than enough suggestive teasing about your chit chat with the hot bartender.

In the uber back home, you couldn't help but rest your head in your hands. You had gotten lost in talking, and he seemed so happy to listen. So much so you'd forgotten to get his name or really any information about him at all. The pounding in your head from earlier was back, no longer from the stress of work but at the pathetic lack of charisma you had.

That, along with the opening shift at the cafe the next morning.

You would think that being a barista would get someone into the early-bird mindset, but that was never the case. Shots of espresso had both built your tolerance to the bitter, strong coffee and kept you awake through countless mornings, your coworker the only other lifeline through those 5am shifts.

Today, she was happy to listen to your overtired babbling about the bartender you'd fumbled last night, giggling at your description of the man's green hair and strong, toned arms. You wished you could hate her for how peppy and energetic she could be this early, but the positive attitude had definitely grown on you over the time you'd worked together.

This sentiment was lost, though, when she disappeared into the back room. It was the weekend, which meant less students bombarding the shop to fuel their before-class coffee addiction but still enough people that it was quite the nuisance to run solo.

You grumbled, annoyed at the girl before realizing what she had done. The man waiting at the counter looking confused at the menu was the very same green-haired bartender from last night, looking just as tired as you felt.

Without hesitation you brewed up a latte, pulling out all your little flavouring tricks. Double shot, syrups, even the good cinnamon to dust on top of the perfect milk-froth heart. You approached the register, sliding the cup over to him.

"Someone bought that for you, looks like you could use it."

You grinned, using the very same line from the night before as you saw the recognition cross his features. This time, you had the home base advantage and would not be fumbling this again. "Could I get a name for the order?" You asked, pulling out a sharpie.

"Oh- yeah sure, it's Zoro."

The name burned into your memory, repeating over and over again.

You popped the lid off of the sharpie before scribbling away. What he found while walking out of the shop wasn't his name on the side of the cup, though. It was a phone number, along with a doodled-on heart.

96 notes · View notes

yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 year

Text

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me saying I’m back then disappearing for a week… I made this chapter a bit longer as an apology. I also saw the Arctic monkeys on Tuesday so I was a bit focused on that lmao. Excuse any grammatical errors, typos and Miguel being ooc. Also there will probably be only 2 or 3 chapters left of this series before I start working on my academic rival series.

(Y/N)- your name.

Cursing, angst (?), fluff (???) , mostly reader and friends but Miguel shows up at the end, promise it’s worth it.

Word count: 1.8k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 11: Sad to see you go, was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.

—

You felt your body fill with anxiety as you watch Kate cross out another box on the whiteboard in your shared dorm, it felt like you had blink and suddenly the time flow would passed you, leaving you at the beginning of midterms, and regionals coming close the following Friday, you felt like if you blinked again time will fly out ass you again. You weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted or not. It’s like time was either moving antagonizing slow or so fast it was almost dizzying.

“Do you have a Halloween costume picked out for the party we’re gonna go to on frat row yet?” Kate’s question made your head snapped over to your shared bathroom, not even realizing that she had moved from the whiteboard in the first place.

“Maybe i should lay off the coffee…” you thought to yourself before shaking your head, it took you a second to realize she can’t see you from were you sat on top of your bed, before clearing your throat slightly to reply. “No I haven’t, have you?”

“Nah, I was gonna go after my last class, if you want I can wait for you and Logan to get out of practice and we can go as a group.” Kate offered as you heard the water from the sink start to run, probably Kate doing her skincare.

“Yeah, I'm down, I’ll ask Logan later.” You smiled, the thought of doing so silly yet mundane as going to Spirit Halloween to look at costumes and having each other set off the display animatronics in the store would help you calm down from the stress of the past two months and the anxiety you were feeling for the upcoming few days.

“Yay!” Kate squealed in excitement, causing you to chuckle at her reaction as the water from the skin was shut off, before she walked out with a big grin on her face, her hands still rubbing her moisturizer into her neck.

—

“I think I'm gonna be a vampire.” Logan said as he grabbed a random costume package with his free hand, the other one holding a pumpkin spice latte, the one he insisted on buying for you, him and Kate, saying it would go with the “fall activities vibes” if you guys weren’t drinking the lattes while costume shopping.

“Mmm,” Kate hummed as she took a quick sip of her own latte, her hand coming up to wipe some of the liquid that started to run down her chin due to how quickly she brought the drink back down. “I thought we should all wear matching costumes this year.” She smiled as she looked at you and Logan, her expression brightening at the thought.

You let out a snort, a hand coming up to cover your smile as you let out a small giggle at the thought of you three matching. “What are we going to do then? I don’t think there’s a lot of 2 girls and 1 guy costumes out there.” You point out, your hand coming down from covering your mouth, also taking a sip of your drink.

“I’ve already convinced my boyfriend to do one with us.” Kate said in almost a smug attitude, seemingly proud of herself for already having this whole thing planned out before you and Logan could get a chance to agree. “We should go as the teen titans.” She added, being a big fan of the show since her boyfriend made her watch it last year.

Logan gave her a confused look, “Aren’t there 5 of them? We’d still be missing a person.” He pointed out as he placed the vampire costume back where it was hanging before he grabbed it. Your eyes travel back to Kate, watching her excitement falter slightly.

“Shit… you’re right.” Kate mumbled before letting out a groan. You gave her a sympathetic pout, your hand going up to her shoulder in a playful attempt to give faux comfort, before her face lit up once more, Logan and you exchanged a knowing smirk. “Oh I know! His roommate! Boom that’s 5! So you guys in?” She asked, but you and Logan both knew resistance was futile when Kate had something on her mind, no matter how much you’d protest, she’d find a way to get her way regardless.

You let out a sigh, before nodding your head, the ends of your mouth twitching up into a small smile. “Okay, okay.” You say with a giggle, your smile widens when Kate starts to jump up and down while letting out a small squeal from joy and excitement.

“Hey hey, I didn’t agree to this.” Logan said after a beat, crossing his arms. His words and body language instantly made Kate stop her little celebration.

“Wh-“ she stuttered, her eyes widened and her bottom lip trembled slightly, she almost looked like a kicked puppy. You were about to turn towards Logan and hit him on his arm, when he started to laugh at her expression.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I’ll do it.” He smirked, taking a sip of his latte.

—

With the costume planning out of the way, you were slightly more at ease, despite the small amount of importance that it was compared to what else you had going on, the ability to cross it off your to-do list gave you some more sense of control with life regardless. Kate had decided to take up the responsibility to buy everything and all you had to do was wear the costume when it was time for the Halloween parties that was set to happen on frat row at the end of the month, most likely going to end up jumping from one party to another.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind as you put on your skates, Logan was a bit preoccupied trying to get a number from one of the new members of the figure skating team, having only 30 minutes left until your practice starts, and knowing him, he’ll find a way to get it. You take off your skate guards and step onto the ice, as you wait for Logan and Couch Kavinsky to show up. Deciding to mess around on the ice while you wait, marking your moves for the short program when you heard a nickname you haven’t heard in a while.

“Hey Ice princess.” God who knew 3 words could make you feel like you were losing all ability to function like a human being, you almost lost your balance as you come to a stop and face the source of the voice, your train of thought did stop though, and your ability to talk was thrown out the window as well. You look like a deer caught in headlights, Miguel would have thought it was cute if it was for the pit of anxiety he felt in his stomach as he walked to the edge of the rink, but not getting in. If Miguel told himself from a few years ago that he gets nervous around you, hell, if he told himself from 2 months ago he felt nervous around you, he’d laugh in his own face. Yet here he was, standing in front of the girl he’s been thinking nonstop about despite the fact you had ghosted him after the kiss, butterflies in his stomach that he’s desperately trying to stomp dead. Trying.

It wasn’t working.

“Hey…” You finally managed to finally spit out, although your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “You know it’s Monday right? We have the ice till 5.” You managed to say a bit louder, finding more confidence in your words, your arms crossing in front of your chest. You watched as Miguel stepped onto the ice, you didn’t even notice that he had his skates on, and made his way towards you. The fact he was currently ignoring your question was pissing you off a little, but you decided not to speak on it. Miguel finally came to a stop once he was in front of you, giving you a quick look over as a smirk formed on his face, one he would always give you before saying some rude or sarcastic remark, you let out a short huff of air through your nose, your lips formed into a thin line, as your eyebrows scrunched together. “If you’re gonna say something rude, I’m not in the-“

Your words quickly stopped coming from your lips when you felt a sudden pressure on them, a sudden pressure from Miguel’s lips. This wasn’t the first time he pulled a sneak attack kiss on you, but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t make your brain short circuit and your heart to bang against your ear drums. Your eyes fluttered shut as he wraps his arms around you, one around your waist and the other on your back, you found yourself kissing back without even realizing it, as you bring your hands up to his chest. This kiss was a lot different from the first one, the first time, it was heated, it was sloppy, it was almost animalistic, all the pent up aggression and frustration between the two of you being released through the make-out session, it was almost like a hatefuck, with out the actual fucking. It was a bit closer to the second smaller kiss he gave you after the make-out session, loving? Was that the right word? It was soft, gentle, warm, yet loving didn’t feel like the right description for what you felt for each other. You didn’t love him, and he didn’t love you…right?

His arms moved so he was now holding your hips, and despite the tender kisses he was giving you, you couldn’t stop your mind from running a mile a minute. You were in love with him. You couldn’t be, you couldn’t imagine yourself in a relationship with him right?

Wait.

Relationship.

Miguel was in a relationship.

Fuck-

You swiftly push him away from you, causing you to glide backwards slightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you attempt to catch your breath and your train of thought. Miguel just looked at you confused, wondering why you pushed him away like you weren’t returning the kiss in the first place.

“You-you’re-“ you stuttered as you shook your head, your body feeling on fire despite the air conditioning blasting about you two. “Um ... you should go ...my coach is gonna be here soon…” you managed to spit out after a few seconds, glancing at the time, then dropping your gaze to the floor, your gloves hand coming up to nervously scratch at your cheek.

“(Y/N)-“ he starts to say your name but was stopped when the double doors opened up, you glanced up and saw Logan coming in with a smile on his face (mostly likely from him successfully getting the phone number) but the smile drops slightly and his pace slows down a bit as he give you a confused look.

“What are you doing here O’Hara? We’ve got the rink til 5.” Logan said to him as he neared the ice, Miguel didn’t answer, rather he just shook his head and made his way off the ice, but not before giving you one more quick glance as he skates past Logan who’s now on the ice. You didn’t really catch much of it, but the look in his eyes made a shiver run down your spine.

You blamed it on the air conditioning.

—

Taglist: @tayleighuh @cowboylikeevie @coralineyouareinterribledanger @jukioku @loser-alert @miguel-ohara-eater @serpentstarr @littlexscarletxwitch @darksidescorner @sukioyakio

#miguel o hara fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #on thin ice fanfic #spiderman 2099 x reader #astv miguel #astv spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara au #figure skating au #hockey au #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 fanfic

175 notes · View notes

steviebbboi · 2 months

Text

Ordinary is Ordinary

Chap 02/02: Gem Meets Steve

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Gem)

Rating: Teens and up!

Summary: You viewed life as it was: ordinary. To you, life was an endless cycle of simply trying to make ends meet. People work, sleep and wake up to do it all over again. A chance encounter with a certain captain challenges your philosophy of what is considered to be ordinary.

A/N: Fluff on fluff, a meet cute with Steve and Gem! This is a two-parter that I also wrote around 2018. There's not many warnings other than getting ready for some teeth-rotting sweetness from Steve. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Coffee dividers by @saradika-graphics - Thank you so much for creating these cute coffee banners - perfect for this lil meet cute moment <3

Diamond divider by @firefly-graphics - wonderful work as always! Thank you sm!

Read Part 1 here.

You walked to your coffee shop on Court street, feeling slightly in a daze. You still could not believe that Captain freaking America bought your coffee. It’s been a few weeks since your "meet cute" had transpired and you were hoping to run into him again.

"God, what am I thinking?" You said to yourself, thinking of how the scenario would go down.

"Hey, Captain—Cap. El Capitán. Thanks for buying me coffee the other day and so sorry I was such a bitch—sorry, excuse my language. I meant to say that I was being rude. Also, thanks for saving the world from flying alien robots. And oh yeah, the robots from the day before..."

You shook your head and scolded yourself for your imagination. People like you did not just run into one of the Avengers. Who were you to ever say anything to them—to Captain America?! You were just a girl born and raised in Brooklyn.

Taking your life, as boring and ordinary as it was, day by day.

You continued to walk into the cafe, the familiar bell at the top of the door dinged as you pushed the door open. It was 7AM and you're already in line for the morning rush. Falling into line like the other mindless drones going to work, You stood there being idle with your thoughts.

Completely out of it, due to lack of sleep and your wandering thoughts, you neglected to hear the door’s ding as another drone entered the cafe. You subconsciously stepped forward as coffee orders were taken and given up ahead.

You felt the person behind you step up as the line shifted. Distantly, you heard a throat clear. You didn't pay it any mind and continued to stare straight ahead. After a minute, you heard another throat clear, purposefully this time. You began to turn your body and look behind you but then you heard a soft ‘hey Gem’ spoken from someone in the front. You straightened and looked towards the register and saw Chris greeting you a good morning.

"How are you, Chris?" You asked as you gave your coffee order. Luckily, you have been promoted at your job, going from assistant to secretary. Not that big of a bump but you took it since it meant that you would be getting out of buying ten cups of coffee every morning for the next five years.

"I'm alright, Gem. How are you feeling?" Chris asked you. After the ‘transformers’ incident, although the attack didn't happen on American soil, the damage was felt by all people in New York. Everyone was still recovering from all these other worldly attacks.

"I'm alright. World keeps spinning, I suppose." You grinned humorlessly and stepped aside for the person behind you to order as Chris nodded his agreement.

You were waiting for your order at the end of the bar and after a few moments, you heard a voice beside you say, "Does it really?"

You turned and saw the very man, and hero, that has been occupying your thoughts the past few weeks. He looked...tired but still put together. You had a weird moment of just seeing him in his whole get up until you realized that he was just wearing casual attire. You stared at him for a while and noticed that he was just staring at you with his eye brows slightly raised.

You shook your head a bit, "Sorry— what was that?"

He gave you a grin and said, "Does the world really just keep spinning?"

Your mouth opened a few times, as you were at a loss of what to say. How do you respond to Captain America that through all of his stress, tribulations and hard work of trying to save the world, it didn't really matter because the world ‘just kept spinning’? As if nothing happened.

"You, you freaking idiot!" You thought while looking down, a bit ashamed. "I’m so sorry, I meant no offense."

He looked taken aback, a soft grin still on his face. "Hey, it's okay. No offense was taken. That's what the world is supposed to do, spin." He didn't discuss it any further but you understood what he was saying.

It was his job to defend and keep the world going. To keep it spinning. To operate as if nothing happened.

You smiled slightly and said quietly, "Still though, it wouldn't continue to spin without you guys." His eyes widened a bit and his small grin widened a bit as he tucked his head down, not saying anything.

"My cover is blown, I see." He said.

You smiled and said, "It's kinda hard not to notice Captain America taking pity on the girl in a coffee shop and buying your coffee even after you were being super rude to him."

Steve laughed a bit, "You were not being rude. You were being cautious, as everyone should be. But, I will admit that you're slightly off about one thing. I'm not Captain America taking pity on the girl in the coffee shop and buying your coffee for you."

He extended his grin and his hand, "I'm Steve, and a few weeks ago, I saw a pretty girl standing in front of me in a coffee shop and decided to buy her coffee, all in the hopes of getting her to talk to me."

You were taken aback at his unexpected forwardness, "Captain America is a flirt." Surprise flitted your thoughts. You blushed when you finally registered what he said, "Captain— Steve thinks I'm pretty."

Although still blushing, you extended your hand and introduced yourself.

He shook your hand, "It's really nice to meet you. So, your name isn’t Gem, either?”

You smiled back at him and couldn't look away from the teasing glint in his eyes. Giving him a glimpse of your laugh, “No, that’s all Chris. I chalk it up to the fact that I’ve tried to charm him into making me ten cups of coffee every morning for the past five years.”

Steve hummed his agreement, “Yeah, I can see why he would.”

You flushed again as he continued to flirt with you. There seemed to be something in both of your expressions, an energy or a spark that seemed to ignite the moment that your hands touched and your gazes met each other. You both let go, but only after you heard your name called for your coffee.

You turned to get your coffee and checked your watch that read 7:30AM. You noticed that you had no time to chat with him if you wanted to get to work. You wondered if you even should. You smiled sadly, thinking of what it could be like to date a superhero. "I'm better off without that kind of stress. I have my job and myself to look after. Maybe it's not such a good idea. Maybe it is for the best."

You turned back to Steve with a reluctance that you couldn’t help keep out of your voice. "I have to go but...it was really nice to see you again, Steve."

Steve looked at you and you could tell that he was disappointed but not surprised by your reaction and reluctantly smiled, "You too, Gem."

You smiled regrettably and quietly said bye. You walked towards the front door but stopped before you could pull it open. You couldn't stop thinking about the moment you touched hands. The spark. His deep blue eyes. Unknowingly, you were walking away from a handshake that had the potential to change your life forever.

But you didn't walk away.

Steve was still facing the bar counter, waiting for his coffee. Slightly disappointed that he could not manage to stop you from walking away but accepted the situation for what it was. He knew that times were different but he gave it a try and he failed. He was being too forward and you weren't interested.

But, in that moment, he couldn't stop thinking about the moment that you touched hands. The unflinching, bright spark that tingled between your touch. The bright gleam in your eyes.

He made up his mind to chase after you until he realized that he didn't hear the ding of the door nor did he hear the pause of your footsteps. He turned around to see you at the door, facing him, holding your coffee with a genuine smile laid on your face.

It was Steve’s turn to flush as he was caught turning to go after you. You took two steps forward towards Steve and you both stood quiet for a second until you said, "So, how'd you propose a girl would ask a cute guy to walk with you 'till you had to go to work?"

Steve's eyes lit up in humor, recognizing their little dance. "Do you have the time?"

You looked at your watch that said 7:45AM and looked back at Steve.

"Eh," You shrugged with the same humored smile. "Let the world spin."

Thanks so much for reading this two-part series! Reading this again after a few years, my heart is really staying with Steve and Gem.

Comments/reblogs/like are so appreciated and welcomed. Thanks for reading and enjoying :)

Main Masterlist

#steve rogers x reader #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader fluff

38 notes · View notes

st-eve-barnes · 1 year

Text

You know that I'm no good (chapter 3)

(modern Aegon x Reader, modern Sihtric x Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: You and Aegon start operation fake dating, and you finally officially meet Sihtric.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +2700

Read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

***

All my fics are also on AO3

***

Summer may not be your favorite season but it was the best time to live in the city. There were festivals, evening markets, open air performances, food trucks, movies nights by the river and parties that went on until after sunrise. There was something to do every night and Aegon wanted to attend them all.

“Do you not have a job at all?” you texted him that Wednesday night after closing up the bookstore and walking back to your apartment.

“I’m a man of leisure,” he texted back with that sunglasses emoji, making you roll your eyes again.

“How fun for you!” you texted back and then your phone rang. It was Aegon.

“Hey, sweetie pie,” he teased,”Where are you?”

“On my way home from work, you know that thing us peasants need to actually make money and be able to afford things.”

He laughed,”Cute. Listen, there’s a party at Jace’s place tonight, we should go.”

“I have work in the morning, Aegon.”

“Then we’ll make sure not to stay too long, come on, everyone will be there, this is our shot.”

You sighed,”I have to get home and I still have a bunch of emails to get through, and then I have to cook and shower and change and…”

“I’ll buy you dinner on the way there, my treat.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. He was right, if you wanted to go for it you couldn’t keep using work and being tired as an excuse to postpone the whole thing. You had to actually go for it, and what better time than right now?

“Give me a few hours to get ready,” you answered,”Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll come pick you up around nine.”

And with that he hung up.

***

Aegon Targaryen was strolling around in your small living room admiring your book shelves. It felt strange having him up here, the only people who frequently visited your home were your parents and Helaena. You hadn’t had a guy up here in ages.

“So, I like what you’ve not done with the place,” he remarked and gave you a cheeky smile.

“I don’t like cluttered spaces,” you said as if that explained why your apartment was pretty much a blank canvas. White walls, white kitchen and nothing but a standard green couch and small coffee table in the living room, the only things that made this space your own were some books, dvd’s and a few small plants. And you liked it that way.

Your apartment was a perfect metaphor for your live, empty but filled with so many possibilities.

“No, I like it,” Aegon said and he turned around when you stepped out of the kitchen.

“Is this okay?” you asked, giving him a twirl and showing off the white summer dress you had chosen to wear.

He gave you a whistle, making you laugh.

“I thought…since you were in all white as well today we may as well coordinate, look like a real couple,” you explained.

“Good idea, you ready?”

You nodded but sighed,”I don’t know, maybe I need some more make up.”

“You don’t,” Aegon reassured you but you weren’t convinced, looking at yourself in the hallway mirror with doubt in your eyes.

Aegon was perceptive, as usual. He walked over to you and placed both hands on your shoulders, pushing you out in front of him and towards the mirror. You avoided your own reflection.“What are you doing?”

“Look,” he asked, firmly,”Look at yourself.”

You hesitantly did as he asked.

“What don’t you like?”

“Aegon,” you sighed.

“Work with me cause I’m not gonna let this go until you do and we’re already late. Look and tell me what bothers you.”

“Everything,” you sighed.

“That’s too easy,” he shook his head, not letting you off the hook that quickly,”Give me details.”

“I’m not skinny enough,” you then confessed, softly and your eyes met his in the mirror.

“That’s bullshit,” he moved his one hand down to your hip,”Don’t believe what stupid magazines and Instagram are telling you, your curves are absolutely perfect, trust me. I don’t know any guy who wouldn’t wanna tap that.”

“Um…thanks?”you gave him a confused look but couldn’t deny his words made you feel slightly better.

“What else?” he asked.

“My face,” you added.

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m just…not pretty enough.”

There was no quick come back from Aegon this time, instead he just stared at you in the mirror.

“Who made you believe that, huh?” he then asked, a serious tone to his voice that surprised you.

You turned around to look at him,”Not one person in particular, just…I don’t know, I guess I’ve always felt a little insecure about the way I look compared to other girls. It comes and goes but lately…”

“You’re beautiful,” he interrupted you,”You must know that.”

You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes,”You’re kind, and you can say that but…at the end of the day you’d still prefer a girl like Skade.”

He avoided your eyes and sighed,“Now that’s not fair.”

“Maybe not but it’s the way the world works, Aegon, we both know it. It’s fine,” you reassured him.

“Will you at least believe me when I say you look beautiful?”

“No,” you shook your head,”But I thank you for saying it anyway, for trying to make me feel better, that’s really sweet. Can we go now?”

***

The party at Jace’s house was already in full swing by the time you and Aegon arrived. There was a group of people in the swimming pool while others were sitting on the grass having some drinks and there was an improvised dance floor out on the terrace.

Heleana pulled you into a hug as soon as she noticed you guys, then she gave Aegon an annoyed look and a fake smile, which he returned with an even faker smile of his own and a little theatrical wave. You couldn’t help but laugh at them both.

“Come on,” she grinned,”Let’s get you drunk.”

She pulled you with her to the bar.

“Hey, don’t steal my girlfriend for too long!” Aegon yelled after you both.

Helaena ignored him as usual and moved behind the bar to grab you both some drinks.

“You look stunning tonight, babe,” she complimented you with a smile.

“Not as stunning as you though,” you returned the compliment and accepted whatever alcoholic beverage she gave you.

“How are things with my idiot brother?” she then asked,”I gather you’re going to continue with the plan?”

She whispered those last words as if they would reveal what the big plan was, making you smile.

“Yes, we are, I’ve got nothing to lose, right?” you took a sip from your drink,”And Aegon’s kinda nice actually, he took me out for pizza before we came here.”

“Did he now?” Helaena quirked her eye brow.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, “she shrugged,”Just…be careful with him, alright? Remember what I told you.”

“I believe your words were he’s an unreliable whore.”

Helaena couldn’t help but snicker but she nodded her head.

“I know who he is, Hel, you don’t need to worry.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Promise me you’re not going to fall for him.”

You had to laugh at that.“Can you give me some credit here? It’s Aegon for Gods’ sake, besides he’s not my type, my type is the one we’re doing this all for, remember? And speaking of Sihtric, is he here tonight?”

“I may have seen him by the pool earlier,” she grinned,”Looking particularly good in nothing but his tiny swim shorts.”

“Are you serious?!” your eyes widened and Helaena laughed.

“No but your face was priceless,” she teased and you hit her arm.

“He’s here though,” she then reassured you,”But he is wearing pants and a shirt, sorry to disappoint.”

“And Skade?” you asked carefully.

“Haven’t seen her yet actually, but I’m sure she’ll arrive any time now.”

You both made your way over to the garden, finding Aegon by the snack table.

“I’m off to the dance floor,” Helaena excused herself,”I’ll leave you to your boyfriend.”

You waved her goodbye and tapped Aegon on the shoulder. His face lit up when he saw it was you.

“Hey, honeybun,” he grinned.

“Are you going to call me every pet name in the book?”

“That’s the plan, you can do the same for me if you want, girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled at him all the same. You just couldn’t help it, even when he was annoying he was kind of endearing as well.

“Wanna find a quiet spot to sit?” he suggested.

“Sure, idiot,” you joked and followed him towards the house, surprised when suddenly Aegon reached back for your hand. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you with him.

When you walked up the stairs towards the patio you passed by Sihtric and Skade, explaining why Aegon had chosen to hold your hand and activate the plan.

They weren’t kissing or hugging this time and when you walked by your eyes met with Sihtric’s. It was brief but it was enough to make you feel flustered. You couldn’t stop your lips from curling up into a smile. He had never even looked your way before and now there he was, staring right into your eyes. And he looked more beautiful than ever.

Aegon chose a spot not too far away from them, making sure you were both in their line of sight.

As you sat down next to him he placed his hand on the small of your back, rubbing it softly, sitting deliberately close to you as he started talking about the latest movie he watched.

The conversation was meaningless and unimportant but he made it look like it was the most intimate chat imaginable, leaning closer to make it look like he was whispering into your ear while he explained the movie plot, then casually putting a few locks of hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek in the process.

His eyes sneaked a peak over your shoulder, a satisfied grin on his face when he noticed Skade looking back at him as well.

Aegon’s hands were making it difficult for you to focus and that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach was back. You liked how it felt when he touched you and it was confusing you a little. But this wasn’t about Aegon, it couldn’t be, you didn’t want him that way. You were just so touch starved any form of affection from a guy would probably make you feel better, it meant nothing.

When he leaned in and softly kissed your cheek you shivered.

“You alright?” Aegon checked.

“Hmm,” you nodded and then he leaned in again, nuzzling your cheek.

“Touch me,” he whispered against your skin.

You didn’t hesitate and placed your hands on his stomach while you leaned into him. Aegon wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into a soft hug. You melted into him so easily, his body warm and soft yet firm at the same time. His left hand moved into your hair, gently caressing your scalp while the other rubbed soft circles on your back. You sighed into the hug and you could feel him smile against your cheek.

He held you for what felt like forever and at the same time it didn’t feel like long enough.

You avoided his eyes when you finally leaned back, his hand still cupping your neck and then he placed a soft lingering kiss on your forehead. Your hands were still caressing his stomach and chest, you just couldn’t will yourself to stop and this time he was the one sighing happily into your touch, putting a smile on your face.

When you both leaned back it was your turn to look away and check if Sihtric had watched the whole thing. You couldn’t be sure but him and Skade seemed to be involved in their own intense conversation and neither of them looked very happy.

Aegon was looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he took a long sip from his drink. Neither of you spoke for a while and he didn’t touch you again right away.

The silence was adding to your confusion and then Aegon abruptly stood up,”I’ll go get us some more drinks.”

And with that he was gone, leaving you to sit by yourself. You waited for twenty minutes but he didn’t show and neither did those drinks. Tired of waiting you decided to head to the bar yourself, finding it empty and Aegon nowhere to be seen.

You sighed and opened the fridge behind the bar to find yourself a drink.

“Any more beers in there?”

The male voice made you look up and then your brain shut down completely.

Sihtric was standing right in front of you, a friendly smile on his beautiful face as he waited for you to answer.

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to find your words and get your mouth to function again.

“Sure,” you eventually managed and grabbed him a bottle from the fridge,”Here you go.”

Your hand was shaking a little as you gave it to him but either he didn’t notice or he chose to ignore it.

“Thanks,” he smiled,”I don’t think I’ve seen you around at these parties before?”

You had expected him to just take the beer and leave you to it but he was actually trying to start up a conversation with you and you were totally unprepared for this.

“I’ve been to a few,” you answered truthfully, trying to sound casual,”Maybe we just missed each other. I’m Y/N.”

Sihtric reached out his hand to you,”I’m Sihtric. Nice to see you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you as well,” you shook his hand and gave him a sweet smile, trying not to focus too hard on how warm and big his hand felt around yours.

“So, you are Aegon’s girl?” he then asked.

The words sounded very surreal coming from the guy you’d been crushing on for so long but you managed to just nod your head and smile,”Yep, that’s me. You know Aegon?”

”No but Skade, my..um…girlfriend, used to know him.”

“I see,” you took a sip from your drink, not breaking eye contact with him and you noticed he did the same. He hadn’t looked away from you since you’d started talking.

He was gorgeous up close like this. And even better than that, he was actually nice.

“Maybe we should double date some time,” he then suggested, keeping his eyes on you for a little while longer until he finally looked away,”I’ll see around, lady Y/N.”

He stepped away but not before giving you a small wink and another smile.

You were frozen on the spot. Lady Y/N? Was he flirting with you? That was flirting, right? You’d been out of the game for a long time but you couldn’t remember guys just winking at you and giving you nicknames, unless they wanted to date you.

You were pulled from your haze when Aegon grabbed your hand.

“Hey, princess,” he smiled,”Sorry, I ran into some friends and got side tracked, I see you managed to get that drink.”

“Oh, I managed to get a lot more,” you laughed.

“Like what?”

“Like an invite to a double date with Skade and Sihtric.”

Aegon almost choked on his drink,”For real?”

“That’s what he said,” you shrugged.

“Oh, this is good, this is really good! Well done, baby,” he kissed your cheek again, his lips lingering a little longer than necessary, making your stomach flutter, again.

Just like last time you ignored it.

Because this wasn’t about Aegon. Whatever this thing with him was it would fade as soon as you could get closer to the real love of your life, Sihtric, not Helaena’s dumb brother Aegon, that would be completely ridiculous.

“Hey,” Aegon laced his fingers with yours and pulled you from your thoughts. Then he leaned in to put another sweet kiss on your temple. When he looked into your eyes afterwards his gaze was intense and darker than before, you couldn’t drag your eyes away from him.

For a moment it looked like he was going to lean in and kiss you for real. And for a moment you really really wanted him to, which was of course completely ridiculous.

“Come on,” he then smiled,”Let’s get you another drink, sweetheart.”

#aegon x reader #aegon x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #aegon smut #sihtric smut #hotd fanfic #the last kingdom fanfic #tom glynn carney fanfic #arnas fedaravicius fanfic

190 notes · View notes

sarahwroteathing · 9 months

Note

Stockings, fluff, Steve Rogers

You were half-frozen and half overheated by the time you reached Steve’s apartment, bundled to high heaven in two shirts, two sweaters, a scarf wrapped all the way up to your nose, a puffy coat, and a hat that almost covered your eyes entirely. You knew you looked ridiculous, but the look Steve gave you when he answered the door, amused but undeniably endeared, made it hard to mind so much. While you tossed your hat onto the small table by the door, he hooked a finger in your scarf, tugging it down just enough to press a smiling kiss to your lips.

“Excuse me, pal. At least take my coat first,” you said, laughing as you followed his defensive point to the mistletoe he had tacked over the doorway.

“You decorated!”

“I did!” he said, looking extraordinarily proud of himself as he helped you out of your coat and one of your sweaters.

“You do realize you’ll be giving out a lot of free kisses with that mistletoe placement though, don’t you? The poor mailman is going to fall in love with you.”

Steve snorted, and you couldn’t help but break into giggles thinking of his elderly mailman with his silver braid and curly mustache.

“I just hung it up when you said you were on your way. I can move it.”

You smiled, finally getting your wet bootlaces untangled and wiggling free of the heavy snow boots with a relieved sigh. Finally feeling human again, you looked up at Steve, who was leaning against the wall watching you with a little smile on his face like he’d be perfectly content to stare at you all evening.

“Hi,” you said, dragging him away from the wall for a long hug, snuggling your face against his soft, green sweater.

“Hi,” he whispered back, giving you a gentle squeeze until there was no space between you at all.

“Wanna show me your decorations?”

“Mm… One more minute?”

“Retirement is making you soft, Rogers,” you laughed.

“Yeah. I’m okay with it.”

When Steve was satisfied, he let you go with a kiss to the forehead, taking your hand to lead you farther into the apartment.

It was cute, what he’d done to the place. Understated but cozy. There were extra blankets on the couch, a maroon chenille and a deep green wool. A neat row of red votive candles sat on the coffee table, and a surprisingly tall Christmas tree was tucked into the corner, more garland and lights than ornaments. But it was what hung from the two little hooks on the wall that made you press your hand over your mouth to hide a smile.

“What?” Steve asked, having spent the last few moments looking at you while you looked over the living room.

“Nothing! It looks lovely. Very cozy!”

But when you walked over to sit on the couch, he followed you with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Did I leave a price tag on something?”

“Not that I can see.”

Steve grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch just as you reached for it, holding it behind his back.

“No soft new blanket for you until you tell me.”

You bit your lip, glancing again at the socks hanging from the wall by the loop of ribbon safety pinned to the top.

“I just um… Did you hang socks on the wall?”

Steve followed your gaze.

“Yeah? But they’re the nice fluffy ones you like. They’re not… running socks or something.”

“Okay…” you said with an endeared smile. “Just asking.”

“People don’t do that anymore, huh?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile.

“I’m sure some people do! Most probably get the stockings they sell in stores though. They’re bigger and easier to put stuff in. But I remember we used knit socks one year when I was a kid! We had just moved and didn’t know where the Christmas stuff had ended up.”

“One year when I was about… ten, maybe? Ma had a few dresses that needed to be retired. It was getting too obvious how many times she’d had to mend them, I guess. So she had me cut them up, and we used the fabric to sew stockings. They kinda looked like quilts.”

He smiled at the memory, and you squeezed his hand.

“I love that.”

“I can go buy some stockings tomorrow. You want to come? Pick out your own?”

“Absolutely not. Leave the socks. They’re cute,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Just like you.”

“Cute?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhmm. And charming. Also like you.” You gave him another kiss.

He shook his head at you, but he was smiling now.

“And if you want…” you started hesitantly. “I mean, I have a few old shirts and things that could be retired. If you wanted to maybe make some little quilt stockings together. But I don’t want to barge into an old family memory so -”

You didn’t get to finish your overthinking spiral because Steve took your face between his hands and silenced you with a warm and enthusiastic kiss.

“Oh!”

“I love that idea,” he said, leaving you with one, two, three more soft little kisses.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers imagine

91 notes · View notes

thisismeracing · 10 months

Note

komh thots

lazy mornings with these two when there is an on off week

its saturday morning and the sun beams softly onto mick’s whole world

and he is just lying there lazily and half asleep adoring his partner

he tucks himself into the crook of her neck and matches his breath with hers until he falls back asleep

and then its her turn to wake up and quietly admire her lover

eventually they pull themselves out of bed and make their way to the kitchen

they steal kisses and touches and find excuses to be eachothers personal space

hamilton!reader is starting on their coffees and mick ends up behind her and sticking the side of his head to hers and giving her a hug from the back

she giggles and tilts her head to give him a kiss

they somehow make breakfast and take turns feeding each other while trying not to choke because the other has said something so ridiculous that they cant help but ellicit a laugh

its their little world away from it all and they will happily fill it with the best memories they can conjure up so when they are old and grey they can reminiscence on the good old days

(why tf is reminiscence spelt like that, i thought it would be a shorter word tbh)

☕️

Morning Light | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (sher/her) ― Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff. ― my masterlist | my taglist | patreon masterlist― you can support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or buying me a coffee ― This lil blurb can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want more about hamilton!reader and mick make sure to read King of my Heart (here)

The rays of the sun coming from the big window in front of Mick's bed woke him up. He had forgotten to close the blinds the previous night, too tired to consider anything but snuggle closer to Yn, and let his body slip into oblivion. He felt her warmth right beside him, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, before turning on his side and admiring his girlfriend's sleeping form.

He would get up and close the blinds, but Yn slept with a sleep mask, so it wouldn't change much, besides, she had nestled closer to him, making leaving the bed a horrible option. It was an off weekend, he would enjoy every second of having her close. Mick meant it.

Yn moved again, still asleep, and Mick found the comfiest spot on her neck, laying his head there, tangling their legs, evening their breaths, kissing her brown skin, and letting his body drift into sleep again.

Hours passed when Yn woke up. One side of her bed felt heavier than the other, and the second her eyes opened she couldn't help but smile. Mick was there. She angled her head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, threading her fingers through his hair when he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Can we have five more minutes?" he mumbled without moving.

Yn chuckled still half asleep, "Please".

So the silence in the house went on for yet another hour before they woke up. Mick did it first, pressing kisses against her neck and shoulder, making his lover wake up with a beaming smile on her face. "Morning," she whispered when he said something about a beautiful day.

"C'mon, Angie must be starving," Mick mumbled, his sleeping voice making Yn shiver.

"Well, I am starving too," she mocked, and he chuckled.

"Pancakes?"

"Sure thing."

They washed their faces side by side on the bathroom sink, and Mick watched as Yn went through her morning skincare routine, and then took off her bonnet framing her curls around her face. She had no makeup on, and she was wearing one of his shirts, but still, she looked like the prettiest woman in the world for him. He told her that and she giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and dragging him to the kitchen to get started on their breakfast.

Angie greeted them excitedly by the stairs, and Yn cooed when the dog followed her even after she gave her their morning scratches. She plated Angie's food and served the wiggly dog, while Mick got started on the pancakes.

Yn was cutting some fruits when Mick hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, jaw, and when she turned her face to him, her lips. She sighed with the way he held her, the warmth he radiated.

"Did you finish the pancakes?" she asked, and Mick shook his head, kissing her lips one more time, before explaining, "Not yet, but I needed my fuel," and she rolled her eyes playfully at his antics.

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"And you love me just the same," he teased, leaving a slap on her ass.

Yn left the knife and the mango on the counter, and turned to him, lacing her hands around his broad shoulders. His eyes were even clearer with the sun shining through the windows, and his lips had a pink tone to it from all the kisses. They stared at each other in complete silence for a few seconds, no words were needed in those moments, but still Yn nodded and voiced three small ones, making Mick smile, "I love you."

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I JUST HAD TO SDKGJSKGJDS <3 I've been procrastinating writing chapter 22, so I hope this can distract y'all a bit while I get started heheh <3

#ms47 #millies inbox #op: blurbs #☕️ anon #mick schumacher #f1 x reader #thots #mick schumacher fluff #hamilton!reader #mick schumacher imagine #f1 x black!reader #mick schumacher x black!reader #formula one imagine #formula one fanfiction #komh

104 notes · View notes

scarletwinterxx · 6 months

Text

sit down with doyoung

helllooo and we're back with another sit down scenarioooo. glad you like this format i tried out😅 hope you like this oneee🤍🤍

If you want me to make more of this with the other members just let me know😅 or you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

and if you want, u can buy me coffee(totally optional but any donation is very much appreciated!) thank you🥺💛

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2024 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

The scene starts with two vacant chairs in front of the camera. Then two people walk in, sitting right next to each other.

"Okay, welcome. Can you introduce yourselves please" someone from behind the camera says

"Hello! I'm Kim Y/N, and this is my husband Kim Dongyoung" you smile at the camera, gesturing to the man sitting beside you

"Just Doyoung, Hello everyone" Doyoung bows at the camera after greeting

: How long have you been married?

"Almost two years" you answer, "It will be our second anniversary next week, actually" Doyoung adds, smiling shyly.

He hears you giggle beside him, reaching over to hold his hand in yours before continuing with the interview

: Then how long have the two of you been together as a couple?

"4 years, we married kinda fast. But I knew I wanted to marry him so I asked him. I just couldn't wait" you joked, eliciting laughter from your audience

"I asked her, she asked me jokingly like she asked me one random night. At that point we've talked about it a few times. I kept thinking she was hinting something"

"You're saying that like I made you ask me" you pout at him, making Doyoung chuckle. Giving your hip a playful pinch

"I already had a ring for you. I thought you saw it that's why you kept mentioning it"

"Could've been a promise ring for all I know" you shrug

: How did the two of you meet?"

"His brother was my senior at work, Doyoung thought we were dating then we met at dinner one time. I was so awestruck of him the first time we met I got shy and didn't get to ask for his number" you tell the camera

Meanwhile Doyoung listens to you fondly with a smile on his face. The memory still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday

"I asked my brother if she was his girlfriend, when he said no I asked for her number. When I texted her asking her if she wanted to get coffee, she didn't reply to me" Doyoung adds, piquing the interest of the crew members

"I didn't reply for 3 days cause I got nervous and didn't know what to say. Then we saw each other again at the company when he picked his brother up. He thought I was avoiding him but really I was just shy"

: Then how did the two of you talked again?

This time Doyoung answered first, "My brother called her, offering her a ride home. But it was my car, I was the one driving. He even made some excuse about having an emergency meeting so in the end it was only me and her"

He can still remember that day, you were blushing so much he thought you were having a heat stroke from how red your face was. He blasted the AC in the car for you.

"We finally got coffee together before he drove me home" you said

: How did you know they were the one for you?

You play with the wedding band on Doyoung's fingers, thinking of the exact moment you knew

"I forgot my umbrella at home one time, he usually pick me up after work but that day we decided to meet at a different location. When I got there I was drenched head to toe. He scolded me so much, like all the way home. All while he was nagging, he was also taking care of me. Gave his jacket to me, then when we got to his place he immediately got a towel and made hot tea for me" you look at your husband's eyes, smiling fondly at him

"I knew I wanted that for the rest of my life"

He smiles at you, picking up your intertwined hands to kiss the back of yours before resting it back on your lap

"You know the funny thing is she didn't forget her umbrella. She gave it to me like a few days before. I dropped her off at her office and it was raining hard. She gave me her umbrella because she knows I like to buy my lunch at the store across the street from where I work" Doyoung remarks

"She's thoughtful like that, she gave her umbrella to me even though she didn't have anything to use. I knew I was going to love her for a long time and there was no way I was letting her go but she does do that a lot, make my headache and make me nag at her" he adds with a laugh

"Well I knew you were going to pick me up so" you reasoned out

: Where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

"I don't really know, to be honest. I live each day as it is. I work hard everyday to be the man worthy for her. I want to be there for her, always give her the support, love and care she needs. I don't really need anything else as long as I'm with her" he says

"Me too, maybe someday we'll have kids. We've definitely talked about it. Maybe two, atleast. I love watching his relationship with his family, with his brother. I want that for our future kids too"

Doyoung watches you answer. It's like with every word you say he just falls even more inlove with you. Already it's like he's living a fairytale everyday when he's with you. Thinking about one day having kids with you, raising humans that is part you and him warms his heart even more.

: Okay, that's all. Thank you so much for sharing your time and your story with us, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Anything else you want to say?

"When we come back for the next interview in the future, we'll bring our kids with us" you tell the camera with a big smile

"You sound so sure, honey. What if they invite us again next year?" Doyoung asks jokingly

"I mean we can make it work right?" you ask back, he knows you're messing with him. He's used to you joking with him all the time.

"We'll see you soon" he says to the camera with one final bow and you do the same

AND CUT

#tags #fic #request #nct reco #nct au #nct #nct imagine #nct fic #nct fluff #nct doyoung #doyoung fic #doyoung scenario #doyoung fluff #doyoung oneshot #nct 127

44 notes · View notes

bruh-changbin · 2 years

Text

paper boy

pairing: school paper editor! seungmin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: piv, unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex, brief mention of masturbation (m and f), brief mention of oral (f receiving), lots of kissy kissy, uhhhh i think that's it?

word count: 2k

a/n: this is... kind of a random scenario but i think i fw it haha. pls appreciate this little baby seungmin fic because a) i haven't written for him or skz in forever, and b) i'm working on some larger fics that i will share in the near future. as always i would love love love to hear your thoughts 😸 also I promise I don’t think all english students are pretentious I was just playing it up for the fic ok bye

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

when you first lay eyes on seungmin he looks as if he’s the human embodiment of scholarly.

black wire-rimmed glasses hanging off of his nose, a light grey hoodie donning the name of your university across the chest, brows slightly furrowed as he scans the desktop screen in front of him. he looks cute.

you’ve never been one to read the school paper (who does?). but felix wanted to check out the ads posted in the job section so he asked you to pick up a copy for him while he was in his afternoon lecture.

you’re a good friend, so you fulfil his request.

you’ve always found people involved with english-based extracurriculars to be, well, pretentious. more often than not they’re snooty rich kids who only use messenger bags and think they’re better than everyone because they know what words like malapropism and valetudinarian mean. see, pretentious.

ergo, you’re less than excited for your venture to the school paper office. but a promise is a promise (and felix vowed to buy you starbucks if you did this for him), so you follow the directions felix gave you to get to your destination.

when you first step into the office space, you’re somewhat taken aback. it’s much more… homey than you imagined. the walls, painted a welcoming shade of fern green, are accompanied by thick armchairs lining the interior and a bamboo welcome mat you wipe your shoes on. a salt lamp casts a warm, pinky-orange glow from where it’s plugged in in the corner. but the real treasure is the cute, puppy-looking boy sitting behind the front desk.

he looks nice.

virtuous.

innocent.

the kind of boy who’s coffee-toned bambi eyes are the epitome of sinless, who’s nice white teeth only reflect purity, who’s skin is so devoid of imperfections it looks like glass.

“excuse me, can i get a copy of the school paper?” you stutter out embarrassingly, feeling as if this is your first time operating your mouth, tongue and lips to form coherent sounds and syllables.

the boy behind the desk gives you a look that’s a mix of confusion and annoyance before glancing to his left. only then do you notice the painfully obvious display shelf donning stacks upon stacks of this week's issue, an obnoxiously colourful sign reading ‘school paper: grab a copy!’ plastered to the wall above really rubbing in your lack of situational awareness.

“they’re fresh off the press,” seungmin mumbles before going back to whatever it is he’s doing on the computer in front of him.

you nod even though his focus isn’t on you anymore before grabbing a copy of the paper for felix and heading back the way you came. when your sweaty palm comes into contact with the cold, metal handle of the door it shocks the sense back into you. you decide that no, you are not about to give up on this angelical boy just yet before spinning on your heel and spewing whatever thought pops into your head first.

“you smell like bergamot… what perfume do you use?”

he seems taken aback by your sudden questioning, his soft eyes widening just a smidge before he responds, “it’s uh, classic by clean reserve.”

“it smells nice.”

“yea, i like it.”

“i’m y/n.”

“seungmin.”

he sticks out a hand for you to shake. weird, not many people in your age demographic shake hands when they introduce themselves. but the way he stuck his arm out with restrained enthusiasm is endearing and you grasp his hand in yours. his fingers are long and dainty while his palm radiates warmth; he shakes your hand twice before letting go.

“what’s your major, seungmin?”

“business.”

“business?”

“yep, you?”

“environmental science.”

“nice.” he sounds genuine, “so are you gonna save the world?”

“i’ll start with saving my grades, then we’ll see about the world.”

he laughs at this. the apples of his cheeks puff up ever so slightly to resemble mochi, his baby pink lips curling upwards to reveal a set of straight teeth, perfected by the wires and brackets that are glued to them. braces suit him well.

you vow to yourself that this won’t be the last time you see him.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

the first time you’re in seungmin’s bedroom your innocent perception of him is skewed.

he invited you over because he wanted to start watching breaking bad, a show that you, on many occasions, have raved about to no end.

his room is spotless, a level of clean that you’ve never seen a 20-something year old guy execute. which is why your eyes are immediately drawn to the small corner of paper sticking out from under seungmin’s bed. with the rest of his room being so perfect, this small discrepancy sticks out like a sore thumb.

when seungmin head’s downstairs to do god knows what, you grab the paper from underneath his bed and gasp when you find yourself face to face with a playboy magazine. pages upon pages, some with small tears or doggy-ear bookmarks, filled with women showing off their tits in promiscuous poses stare back at you as you flip through the magazine.

heat creeps its way up your neck and when you hear seungmin begin to make his way up the stairs you toss the magazine back under his bed. he gives you a skeptical look when he sees you standing in the middle of his room, fists balled up at your sides with an uneasy expression present on your face, before shrugging, hopping onto his bed and patting the spot beside him to get you to sit down.

despite the show playing in the background, your gaze continues to fall on seungmin’s side profile.

how can someone so innocent and good be into something so… raunchy? not that liking porn or hentai or whatever it is that gets you going makes you a bad person, it’s just that with seungmin it’s so out of pocket, for lack of a better term.

you try not to imagine seungmin getting himself off on the very bed you're sitting on, one hand holding his tattered playboy and the other gripping his cock. you try not to imagine the hushed whines and groans that would leave his lips in an exhale, ruffling his blonde-streaked bangs in the process. you try not to imagine how he’d bite his puffy bottom lip and throw his head back in ecstasy as he finishes all over his stomach.

you fail.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

over time the innocence you once saw in seungmin wanes with a slew of firsts: the first time you caught him looking at your breasts through your near see-through top; the first time you found your mind drifting to thoughts of him and his fingers and his lips when you were touching yourself; the first time you made out with him in the back of felix’s corolla when he and changbin ran into the convenience store to get dorito’s.

if seungmin’s lips were a drug you’d be an addict.

you’ve lost track of how many hours you’ve spent with his tongue down your throat, your face going numb with the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours. he tastes like the spearmint gum he chews around the clock and you feel as if you could drown in his blown out pupils when he stares at you with lust and hunger and desire.

his calloused palms and paper-cut ridden fingertips know your skin as if it’s his own. he’s stronger than he lets on, which you found out the first time he fucked you from behind against his kitchen counter. you still don’t know if the purple and blue splotches that remained on your hips for days after were from his countertop or the grip he had on you.

in some ways he still has some of the virtue you thought he had when you first laid eyes on him.

he’s a people pleaser through and through, and will happily spend hours with his face shoved between your legs tongue-fucking you to orgasm so many times you swear you see god. or, he’ll watch with amusement as you struggle to get yourself off on his cock (which is perfect, by the way). the way he looks at you with something akin to pity when you’re perched on top of him - fat tears rolling down your cheeks because your legs are aching and you can’t be on top anymore but you wanna cum so badly - stirs something inside of you that nothing ever has before.

seungmin’s ability to fuck you so hard you see stars is the perfect juxtaposition to the version of himself he portrays to the outside world. kind, quiet, lenient. a picture perfect boyfriend.

you’d made a pact with yourself to get to know more about what it is he does for the school paper, seeing as that was how the two of you met in the first place.

“what exactly do you do there?” you question him over a slice of cheesecake you’re sharing in a booth at a secluded restaurant.

“i edit, do some admin stuff. you know, the works.” he uses his thumb to swipe a dollop of caramel off of your top lip before sucking on it. you swoon.

“do you want me to show you around the office?” he asks you while pulling on his corduroy jacket that makes him look like a teddy bear.

“what, right now?”

“why not? i’ve got the keys.” he pulls a jumpring holding a multitude of silver and gold keys out of his pocket as if to emphasise his point.

so you say yes.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

you’ve never been on campus after hours.

something about strolling through the dark hallways that are normally teeming with students and faculty really gets you on edge. but in a good way, like you’re feeding into the rebellious phase you had as a teen that you thought died out but still exists in some small part of your brain. your thoughts are cut short when seungmin stops to unlock to door to the student paper office and drags you into the place your first met him all that time ago.

seungmin explains how much of newspaper production has gone digital now and shows you the web offset press that’s responsible for printing the many copies of your school’s paper every week. he lets you sit at his desk and shows you how he edits upcoming articles while overseeing practically every aspect of the process. it’s then you realize how much seungmin downplays his contribution to the paper, for if he wasn’t involved as much as much as he is everything would be askew.

when you feel his hands creep their way up your back before stopping at your shoulders you relax into his touch. you’ve known seungmin was in a mood since earlier this evening; it was only a matter of time before he made a move.

he leaves feathery kisses on your neck and jaw while his hands slip under your top to palm your breasts. even the smallest of touches from him can reduce you to a needy, flustered mess.

the two of you fooling around in seungmin’s workspace was bound to happen, which is why you follow his lead when he moves you so you’re sitting on his desk, when he slips his hand into your panties, when he kisses you so hard you can’t breathe.

garments are discarded at a leisurely pace and soon enough seungmin has his cock stuffed in your tight pussy and is fucking you on top of his desk. the steady electrical hum from the backup generator isn’t enough to drown out his groans and your sighs of pleasure and the wet sound of your cunt sucking him in with every thrust.

seungmin’s tongue drags across your collar bones as you tangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair with the toffee streaks in his bangs that you love oh so much. the hair at the nape of his neck becomes slick with sweat as his hips bump and grind against yours in a way that has the ceiling above you transforming into a blanket of stars.

you cry when you cum and pray for this moment to never end, revelling in the warmth of your sweet sweet paper boy’s body pressed against yours.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

#stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids blurbs #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader

940 notes · View notes

fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

Text

You Know My Heart | Part 2/2 | S.R

Not my gif

Part One

Summary - with the wedding rapidly approaching, will Spencer be able to convince you that he’s the man you should be marrying?

A/N - second and final part for @imagining-in-the-margins Wedding Challenge. I have no excuses for why this took so long to post, I’ve had this written since September I just forgot to post it. I’m sorry to those who have been waiting for it.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - friends to lovers | angst with happy ending | fluff

Warnings - swearing, pining, mentions of male masturbation, drinking, bachelorette party shenanigans, making out, drunken mistakes, angst, tears.

Word Count - 10.6k

Part Two

92 Days until the Wedding

When Spencer had shown up at your door the following morning with coffee and pastries, you’d almost slammed the door in his face.

But just before you did he’d blurted out the words shopping and on me and your interest had been piqued.

So you let him take you on a shopping trip, deliberately making him spend out on frivolous things you’d never normally buy and you had to admit you were impressed by his commitment to make it up to you.

By the time he almost brought a designer handbag for you, you decided to let him off the hook.

He was about to hand his credit card over, a look of concern for his poor bank account all over his face, when you reached out and gently placed your hand on his arm.

“Don’t.” You shook your head.

He turned to you with a frown, so did the cashier.

“But I-“

“It’s enough. Seriously.” You motioned to all the bags on the floor he’d been lugging around.

The cashier gave you a slightly frustrated look as Spencer tentatively slotted his card away, collected up the bags and let you lead him from the store.

There was a coffee cart outside and you brought the both of you a drink before sitting down on a bench surrounded by your haul.

“You really didn’t need to do any of this.” You spoke, giving him a guilty look.

“I didn’t hear you complaining.” A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

“Well you were pretty adamant. I would have been happy with a simple apology.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He sipped his coffee. “Because I’m sure there will be a next time. I keep fucking up with you recently and I don’t know why.”

You exhaled, glancing up at the sky as you played with your coffee cup in your hands.

“You’re happy for me, aren’t you Spencer?” You asked without looking at him.

“Of course I am.” He lied, chewing on his lip.

“Do you think I’m…” you looked back at him and he could see the uncertainty in your eyes. “Am I doing the right thing? Or am I just kidding myself thinking this is going to work out?”

That was Spencer’s opening. It was the perfect opportunity for him to tell you exactly what he thought about your impending nuptials.

You were asking him what he thought. You wanted his opinion.

Your eyes practically begged him for the truth, while you rolled your bottom lips nervously between your teeth.

Spencer’s mouth was suddenly dry. The words were on the tip of his tongue, caught somewhere in the back of his throat. The words he’d so desperately wanted to say to you since the day at the airport when you’d introduced your husband to be.

You shouldn’t marry him. This is a mistake. Marrying him will be the biggest mistake you ever make.

You think you love him but you don’t. He thinks he loves you but he doesn’t. Or maybe he does, I don’t know. But I do know that he can’t possibly love you as much as I do.

No one in the world could ever love you like I do. And I know what you’re thinking, why am I telling you this now? Why after ten years of friendship did I decide to tell you my feelings after you got engaged?

The truth is, I was stupid and spent all these years burying my head in the sand. I missed what’s been right in front of my face this whole time.

It wasn’t until we spent time apart that I realised what I’ve probably always felt for you. When you were gone it smacked me around the face like a tonne of bricks.

I am in love with you Y/N. Maybe I always have been, I can’t say for sure. But I can say definitively that I am in love with you now and I will be in love with you for the rest of my life.

So no, I don’t think you’re doing the right thing. Yes, I do think you’re kidding yourself. He is not the man you should marry.

I am.

Marry me Y/N. Be my wife and let me show you what love really is. Let’s grow old together, create a life together we can one day tell our kids and grandkids about.

Marry me, not him. Choose me and I swear you’ll never wonder even for a second if you’re doing the right thing or not because you will know you are.

“Spencer?” You spoke again after he was silent in thought for some time.

He shook his head, banishing his thoughts from his brain with a heavy sigh.

“Do you think you’re doing the right thing?” He drummed his fingers against his cup.

“I think so, yeah.” You nodded.

“Then that’s all that matters.” He smiled a little sadly before looking away from you, taking a sip of his drink. “This coffee tastes like garbage.”

You frowned, watching his profile as he stared off into the distance. He had a strange look on his features, one you couldn’t place.

He looked partially contemplative but with a hint of sadness and you didn’t understand why. He’d purposefully changed the subject too.

Something was definitely bugging him. You just couldn’t tell what it was.

Even after all these years Spencer was sometimes so hard to read. He’d been trained by the FBI to never give away what he was thinking or feeling. He used that to his advantage.

“Yeah, it’s not great.” You sighed in agreement, still watching the side of his face intently. “So uh…I need to tell you something.”

That caught his attention and turned back to face you. Your tone already told him it wasn’t something he was going to like.

“Please don’t tell me you’re pregnant? Is that why you’re getting married? Did he get you pregnant?” His eyes widened at you.

“What?” You shook your head. “No I am not pregnant! Thanks for that though.” You subconsciously rubbed your stomach.

“I didn’t mean…I’m not saying you look pregnant! I just…” he trailed off shaking his head before he could dig the hole any deeper. “What did you want to say?”

You pouted a little at his insinuation before sighing lightly.

“Well, as you know the wedding is in Rome…” you picked at the sleeve of your coffee cup.

“Yeah…?” Spencer frowned at you, trying to read your expression which wasn’t at all hard for him.

It was written all over your face and his frown faded, being replaced by a sadder expression.

“You’re not coming back, are you?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Antonio’s decided to sell his architecture firm and start over back in Rome. His parents are getting older and I think he’s worried he doesn’t have a lot of time left to spend with them. I think it’s good, I think we’ll be happy there.”

You sounded more as though you were trying to convince yourself than Spencer. Spencer just narrowed his eyes on you, scrutinising you.

“The museum were really happy with my work while I was out there and they’ve procured me a role at the Galleria Borghese. They’re helping out with moving costs and everything.” You smiled but Spencer noticed it didn’t reach your eyes.

“You don’t speak Italian.” He scoffed. “How are you going to work in a country where you don’t speak the language?”

“They were actually in need of some English speaking curators. You’ve heard of tourists, right?” You chuckled but it was an uneasy sound.

Spencer grinded his teeth and turned away from you again. You saw the way his jaw squared and tensed and his nostrils flared with heavy breaths.

“Just say what you’re thinking.” You rolled your eyes. “Please don’t bite your tongue around me, Spencer.”

His jaw tightened and he slowly turned back to face you and his eyes were suddenly dark, practically black.

“Trust me when I say,” he pushed himself up from the bench. “If I told you what I was thinking, our friendship would be over.”

You watched him turn on his heels and storm away, tossing his half empty coffee in a trash can on his way.

You chewed on your lip, thinking better of going after him.

Sometimes with Spencer, it was better to just let him work through his emotions on his own. If you went after him, the two of you would fight and you’d done enough of that lately with Spencer.

You finished your coffee on the bench before collecting up your things and grabbing a cab home as your ride had left you stranded.

He’d cool down eventually, he always did. You just had to wait it out.

***

75 Days until the Wedding

If Spencer hadn’t already been sure he was in love with you, he most certainly would have been now.

It was a moment he would never forget for the rest of his life even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory.

The second you stepped out of that dressing room, a slightly bashful look on your face as you chewed on your lip, the rest of the world slipped away.

The sounds of your bridesmaids chattering between glasses of champagne filtered out to silence. They disappeared from his vision, replaced only by you.

You and the wedding dress adorned on your body were the only things in existence that mattered to Spencer.

He was honed in on you like you were the only person in the world. To him, at that moment, you were.

You looked like a princess. Like a fallen angel come to earth to show Spencer his true purpose in life.

You were the sun and all the stars in the sky. You were a goddess.

And Spencer knew without a shadow of uncertainty that you were the love of his life.

The dress was ivory in colour, short sleeved and lacy all across the bodice. It fit you like a glove, as if it had been hand stitched just for you. It hugged your glorious curves and the long, mermaid train draped behind you.

You started heading down through the shop but in his mind you were walking down the aisle to him. The displays of dresses on either side of you became people lining your path towards your soon to be husband.

He stood up from the couch he’d been occupying, imagining himself in his smartest tux, beaming from ear to ear as the most beautiful woman in the world headed his way, to become his wife.

Tears flooded his vision the closer you got. You floated towards him as though you were walking on air, like the ethereal being you were.

His heart constricted in his chest and his stomach swarmed with butterflies as he reached for your hands.

You let him take them and smiled brightly back at him. Your own eyes swam with tears and you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth.

I do, I do. A thousand times I do, he told you subconsciously but said nothing out loud.

He imagined sliding a ring on your finger as you recited your vows to one another. He could hear a voice pronouncing you husband and wife.

I do. I do. I do.

He would draw you into a kiss as you were declared Doctor and Mrs Reid. Faint cheers erupted in his mind and confetti hailed down around you.

You were the one. You were his one, not Antonio’s. This dress deserved to be worn when you married him.

Love didn’t even begin to describe how he felt about you. There were simply no words to accurately depict the way Spencer’s heart ached for you. Love wasn’t enough. This feeling had no definition.

Spencer wanted to relish in it forever. He wanted the two of you to stay like this, trapped in this perfect little bubble and pretend for as long as he could that it was him you were marrying.

But bubbles were so easy to pop.

“This is the one, right?” You sniffed back your tears, giving Spencer’s hands a squeeze.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, suddenly aware that Melody, Tahani, Eliza and the shop assistant were all staring at the both of you.

“Uh…it’s…beautiful.” He snatched his hands from yours and stuffed them in his pockets, taking a few steps back.

“It’s perfect, Y/N!” Tahani squealed, quickly spinning you to face her and the other girls so they could get a better look.

Spencer shrunk away and sat back on the couch while the girls cooed over how amazing you looked.

A tear crept from his eye that he was quick to wipe away. But when he glanced up you were looking over your shoulder right at him.

And if he didn’t know any better, he’d think he gave the game away, because the look you were giving him was almost as sad as he felt.

***

57 Days until the Wedding

“Please, tell me again why you’re doing this.” Luke groaned, looking at the display over Spencer’s shoulder.

“Because I love her and I want to marry her.” Spencer replied without turning around. “I’m swaying towards something more vintage. What do you think?”

“I think you’ve lost your mind.” Luke rolled his eyes.

Spencer straightened up from where he’d been leaning over the counter and looked at the aging jeweller.

“Could you give us a moment, please?” Spencer politely smiled at the man who was quick to slot the trays of rings back into the glass cabinet and lock it behind him before taking his leave.

As if Spencer looked like the kind of man to rob a jewellery store.

“Voice your opinions.” Spencer turned to Luke once the man was out of ear shot. “Once and only once. Get it out of your system and then please help me.”

Luke huffed out a breath, stepping a little closer to Spencer.

“You’re buying a ring.”

“I am.” Spencer nodded. “Are we just stating facts now or…?”

“She’s already engaged, man.” Luke rolled his eyes. “You’re buying a ring for a woman who is going to be married in less than two months.”

“You’re the one that told me to convince her not to marry that guy and to marry me instead.” Spencer folded his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, but I think you’re jumping the gun a little here, bud.” Luke sighed. “If you don’t manage to get her to call off this wedding, you’re going to be out of pocket thousands of dollars with a ring you can’t do anything with.”

Spencer let his arms fall back to his sides and let out a heavy breath.

“We had this…moment.” He pulled a face at how pathetic that sounded when he said it out loud.

Luke raised an eyebrow at him.

“A moment?”

“Yes.”

“Define a moment.”

Spencer sighed loudly, almost instantly wishing he hadn’t mentioned it.

“It doesn’t matter.” He shook his head but he knew Luke wouldn’t drop it.

“It does matter. Tell me.” Luke softened.

Spencer yet again sighed and ran his fingers through his messy locks.

“It was when I went dress shopping with her. She walked out in that dress and I…I fucking forgot how to breathe, Luke. And she walked straight to me and she looked at me like I was the only person in the whole world. I swear she felt for me what I feel for her. I’m sure she was trying to tell me with her eyes that it’s me she wants to marry.” He chewed on his lip, knowing how utterly ridiculous it sounded.

Luke’s facial expression told him just how stupid it did sound.

“Is it possible,” Luke stepped a little closer to him. “That it was all in your head?”

“Of course it’s possible!” Spencer huffed. “I’m losing my mind here, Luke! I have never felt like this before. I’m a fucking mess. But if there is even the tiniest possibility I didn’t make it up and she does feel the same about me, I want to be prepared. So I am buying a ring today and you can either help me or leave.”

Luke subtly rolled his eyes with a small sigh before nodding his head.

“I want to help.” He grumbled slightly. “I just don’t want to see this blow up in your face is all.”

Spencer ignored him, looking over towards the jeweller on the other side of the store and giving him a nod.

When he returned, he gave a Spencer slightly frustrated look that said buy something or stop wasting my time.

Spencer puffed out his chest, looked down at the display case and jabbed his finger at one ring in particular.

It was a white gold Art Deco style ring with a modestly sized diamond set in the middle with a slightly smaller sapphire nestled either side of it. The shoulders were engraved with intricate patterns carved in the metal.

It was simple and elegant. It was beautiful with a slight vintage flare.

It was perfect.

“This one. This is the one.” He spoke with fierce determination and a nod of his head.

“Very good choice, sir.” The man smiled wryly, fishing his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the case again.

Spencer’s stomach coiled in excitement. He would defy anyone to say no to that ring.

Now he just had to decide how he was going to ask you and when. And he’d hope and he’d pray that he was the man you’d choose. Because he simply couldn’t imagine his life without you in it.

***

14 Days until the Wedding

Spencer had been carrying the ring around in his pocket everywhere he went, afraid to let it out of his sight.

He was also afraid you would find it and he wasn’t prepared to give it to you yet, or to lie about why he had it.

Two weeks before the wedding he found himself on a flight to Rome with you and the other bridesmaids, your parents and Antonio and his groomsmen.

He didn’t want to spend the next two weeks in one of the romantic cities in the world with you and him. But he also needed to spend as much time with you as possible as time was running out.

He found himself sitting with you and Antonio, Antonio by the window and him by the aisle, with you sandwiched in between.

It was late and most everyone on the flight was asleep apart from the two of you. You were reading a book and Spencer was just watching you as you did so.

He was mesmerised by you. The way your brows creased when you were confused by something you’d read, the way your lips twitched at the corner when you found something funny. The way you wet the pad of your thumb on your tongue to turn the page and the way you sometimes flicked back a few pages as if to clarify something.

You absolutely fascinated him. Even your simple micro expressions most other people wouldn’t notice were riveting to him. He could be content watching you all day.

After a little while you closed your book and shuffled in your seat when you turned to face him. He’d been so wrapped up in you he didn’t have a chance to turn away and pretend he hadn’t been staring at you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You spoke in hushed tones so as not to disturb anyone.

“What? No.” He frowned.

“Then why are you staring at me?” Your lip curled into a smirk.

“I…can’t sleep.” He shook his head. “And I didn’t want to read.”

“You didn’t want to read?” Your eyebrows shot up. “It must be a cold day in hell.”

Spencer chuckled, trying to stretch his legs but instead bashed his knees on the seat in front of him and groaned. He was too tall for commercial planes.

“Satan himself is knitting wool sweaters.” He smirked as a long forgotten memory came to his mind.

You narrowed your eyes on him briefly as if you were remembering the same thing but you quickly shook it off.

“Now that I’d like to see.” You laughed, scrutinising Spencer slightly. “You’re not getting laid, are you?”

“Excuse me?” His eyes widened in shock at the sudden change in topic.

“Sorry, I’ve just noticed you’ve been a bit…on edge recently. You’re more fidgety than normal. And usually it’s obvious when you’ve gotten laid because you’re always really smug after. I don’t remember the last time I saw you smug.” You shrugged.

You really could be a profiler, he thought. Or maybe it was only because you’d known him so long that you were able to read him so well.

“It has been…a while.” He agreed, drumming his fingers on his thigh.

“Something wrong? In ten years I’ve never known you go through a drought.” You nudged him playfully in the arm.

“I’m just…I don’t know.” He sighed. “Maybe I’m tired of it, you know? Different women all the time, no strings attached sex. Maybe I only want one woman.” He looked into your eyes, trying to communicate what he was thinking without actually saying it.

And just like in the dress shop, he was sure you knew exactly what he was trying to say. There was a brief moment of understanding that passed between the two of you on that quiet plane as you flew at thirty thousand feet.

For a second he thought you knew what he meant. He saw a look fleetingly wash over you as if registering what he was trying to say.

But as soon as it came, it was gone again. And suddenly you started to laugh.

“Oh wow, you almost got there for a second, Spence.” You chuckled, slapping his shoulder. “Spencer Reid with one woman? Man, that’s funny. Hell really would freeze over.”

Spencer forced himself to laugh along with you although he felt like doing anything but. You were never going to take him seriously. He couldn’t undo ten years of behaviour in a matter of months.

He didn’t know who he was trying to kid.

The ring felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket as he felt his heart breaking in his chest.

“Yeah, I almost had you for a moment.” He looked down into his lap so you wouldn’t see the sadness in his eyes. “I just…I guess I’m bored of DC women.”

“Probably because you’ve slept with them all.” You rolled your eyes. “Rome will be like a whole new pool of beautiful women for you. You’ll be back in the game in no time.”

He almost told you that the only beautiful woman he wanted in Rome was the one sat right next to him. Almost. He might even have said it if it wasn’t for the fact someone else spoke up.

“As long as it isn’t any of my sisters.” Antonio stifled a yawn. “Stay away from them.”

Spencer looked over your head at him wondering how much of that conversation he might have heard.

Judging by the look in his face he’d not only heard enough but he’d seen the look on Spencer’s face that you’d missed.

Your fiancé knew he had feelings for you, he was sure of it. Spencer just hoped Antonio would be gentlemanly enough not to mention it.

***

“You don’t get to do this.”

One minute Spencer had been about to slot his key into the lock of his hotel room and the next, Antonio was grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.

Spencer dropped his duffel bag on the floor and pulled a face.

“Do what?” He played dumb, which was really hard when he was anything but.

“You know exactly what I mean. You had ten years to tell her how you felt! You had all the time in the world and you wasted it. So you do not get to decide you want her when we’re getting married in two weeks.” Antonio squared his shoulders and straightened his back.

He was around Spencer’s height but much broader and muscular than him which made him seem taller somehow.

Spencer mirrored him but didn’t feel at all intimidating.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s my best friend. I don’t have feelings for her.” He folded his arms over his chest.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“Uh…is that a trick question?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer. I see the way you look at her and you need to back off. She’s marrying me. She loves me. Get over it.” Antonio spat.

“She doesn’t give you the doggy bowl look.” Spencer muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“I have a theory.” Spencer smirked at you as he went to reach for the door handle.

You pulled a face, trying to decide if you were going to take the bait. You did.

“Oh, Casanova has a theory?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes.” His smirk grew. “It’s called the Doggy Bowl Theory.”

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest at his vague nature.

“Explain.”

He was suddenly crossing the room back towards you, his smirk so high it hit his hairline.

“It’s the look a dog gets right before you put down their bowl. When a woman has that look, it means they're attracted to you.” He looked smugly at you.

“And you’re telling me this, because?” You huffed a little.

“Because it’s the look you’ve been giving me since I got into your bed.”

“Nothing.” Spencer rolled his eyes. “Are we done here?”

“Stay away from her. You missed your chance.” Antonio spat and with that he turned on his heels and marched down the corridor, leaving Spencer alone again.

His time was rapidly running out. If he was going to get you to call off this wedding and be with him, he had to do it soon.

He slotted his hand in his pocket and ran his fingers over the ring box.

Was it possible Antonio was right? Maybe he had missed his chance. Maybe it was time for Spencer to admit defeat and let you be happy with Antonio.

Or maybe it was just time to up the ante.

***

12 Days until the Wedding

Spencer didn’t see much of you for the first two days in Rome due to you being busy with wedding prep and dealing with both yours and Antonio’s families.

He spent the time exploring a little and you weren’t wrong about Rome being full of deliriously attractive women.

Honestly, it was like dangling a carrot in front of a starving donkey. And Spencer was utterly famished.

This had to be the longest he’d gone without sex since his lost his virginity. He was practically climbing the walls, he was so horny and all the gorgeous Italian women were certainly not making that any easier on him.

But Spencer had vowed to himself since he realised his feelings for you that he would not sleep with another woman. You were the person he really wanted. Anyone else would just be a consolation prize.

But right now, a consolation prize had never sounded so good.

He had to remain strong. He couldn’t give into his urges no matter how desperately he wanted to. And so over the course of those two days, Spencer spent an unreasonable amount of time masturbating.

On the first day after his run in with Antonio, he’d gotten thinking about the first night he met you and how he would have given anything to fuck you that night.

So while he was showering the smell of the flight off himself, he masturbated.

He’d gone for a walk and found himself in a coffee shop where an unnecessarily beautiful woman kept making eyes at him across the cafe. So he’d jerked off in the bathroom.

Then he’d gone for a bite to eat after a walk around the Colosseum and his waitress had just been begging to be fucked. Her short skirt and low cut blouse left him reeling so once again he’d locked himself in the bathroom and masturbated.

That night he’d gone for drinks with your bridesmaids and Antonio’s groomsmen and for whatever reason Melody had been flirting with him like nobody’s business. Her previously frosty demeanour towards him had turned sultry with a few drinks.

And instead of taking her back to his room and fucking her, he once again masturbated.

The second day he stayed in his room, thinking without outside stimuli, he couldn’t possibly get so worked up.

He was wrong.

It only left more time for him to think about you.

He played over all the scenarios in his head over the years that could have led to the two of you falling into bed together.

There had been more than a few occasions when things had heated up between the two of you, only for you to push him away at the last minute.

The night of the Halloween party when you’d first met, he could have gotten you into bed if only he’d tried harder.

The following year after a few too many drinks at Garcia’s holiday party, he’d teased you under the mistletoe, and almost had you on his hook.

“Stop it.” You batted his hand away, trying to suppress your giggle.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” He shrugged, raising his arm over your head again.

“Stop it!” You smacked his arm and this time the laugh erupted from your lips. “Spencer, I mean it!”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked.

You glanced upwards and Spencer’s eyes followed to the piece of mistletoe he was dangling from his fingers over your head.

“Oh wow, how did that get there?” He joked.

“Put it away.” Your eyes danced with amusement.

“Can’t.” He shrugged again. “Holiday rules dictate that if you find yourself standing under mistletoe with someone…”

“I am not going to kiss you.” The playful glint in your eyes grew.

“How about I kiss you?” He stepped a little closer, daring to place his free hand on your hip.

“Spencer…” you trailed off, not sure where you were going with that particular sentiment.

“It’s holiday law, Y/N. I don’t make the rules.”

“How many women have you actually gotten into bed with this play?”

“You’d be surprised.” He chuckled lightly. “It only has a very specific window of time when it works though.”

“December I can only assume?”

His hand was still on your hip and you hated how nice it felt.

“Precisely.” He stepped even closer. “So we’re under the mistletoe and like I say, holiday rules dictate-“

“Oh for the love of god just kiss me already!” You surprised him when you blurted that out.

And Spencer didn’t need to be told twice.

He leaned in close, moving his hand from your hip to your cheek and cupping your face gently.

But before he could so much as brush his lips against yours, Garcia appeared out of nowhere, completely ruining the moment.

“Ohh is that mistletoe?” She drunkenly chirruped before snatching it from his hand. “Thanks boy wonder! Now where is my chocolate thunder?”

The mood had been ruined after that and you’d avoided Spencer for the rest of the evening.

Oftentimes when the two of you were drunk you would become flirty with him and there were more moments than Spencer could count where something had almost happened between the two of you.

Almost.

And he played through every single one of them on a loop while he spent the day in his room. And he masturbated more times than he could count.

He eventually fell asleep after one too many orgasms, feeling nowhere near as satisfied as he would have liked.

***

The following day he couldn’t even think about masturbating. He’d well and truly exhausted himself the last two days but at least he wasn’t horny anymore.

At least he wasn’t, until he saw you.

The hotel you were all staying in was the same place you would be getting married in twelve days time and set just on the outskirts of the city with its own vineyard and winery on site.

Spencer slept most of the morning and eventually surfaced from his room in the middle of the afternoon.

He found you outside at one of the tables on the patio area, alone, with your head in a book.

You wore a lilac coloured, floor length sundress, with little spaghetti straps and low cut bodice.

The second he stepped outside his eyes couldn’t help but land on your immaculate cleavage and within an instant he was turned on again.

How was that even possible?

He took a few deep breaths, adjusting his slacks as he walked over towards you.

Sensing his presence you glanced up from your book and smiled at him.

“Hey stranger,” he smiled back as he reached you.

“Hey, sorry I’ve been MIA. It’s been a crazy few days.” You pushed your chair back and stood up. “We’ve been house hunting.”

Spencer’s heart plummeted to his stomach at the thought of you looking for houses in a city that was almost four and a half thousand miles away from DC. And with another man no less.

“Sounds fun.” He nodded, trying to hide the disappointment from his face. “Are you busy now?”

“Nope, I’ve got some free time.” You smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

You and me in my room with no clothes on.

Or you and me with no clothes on, over this table right here.

Or you and me just about anywhere with no clothes on.

“Wanna take a walk? I haven’t checked out the vineyard yet.” He said instead of any of the things that were floating around his head.

“Sure.” You nodded, tucking your book inside your purse and slinging it over your shoulder.

You fell into step together, heading down the bank at the side of the hotel towards the vineyard beyond.

It was a warm day and Spencer wished he’d had the forethought to pack anything other than pants and shirts, as sweat gathered in his armpits and on his brow.

You were both silent as you strolled, Spencer was preoccupied with his own thoughts. This was probably the only time he was likely to get you alone and most likely the only chance he would have to tell you how he felt before it was too late.

He just had to get his words in order, but they were a jumble in his nervous brain. He slid his hands in his pockets and toyed with the ring box as he tried to formulate a sentence.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, watching the way his brows scrunched up.

“What are you thinking about?” You startled him a little when you spoke.

“Huh?” He looked over at you in surprise.

“I can practically see the cogs turning in your head. What’s on your mind?”

“I uh…” he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Do you remember the first time we went to Garcia’s holiday party together?”

“Vaguely?” You frowned slightly.

Spencer slowed his pace until he came to a stop and you did the same. You looked at him curiously.

“Mistletoe.” He smiled wryly at you.

“Ah.” You laughed slightly nervously. “How could I forget? You were practically begging me to kiss you.”

“I don’t beg.” He scoffed, fingers still brushing over the ring box.

“Not how I remember it. Oh please Y/N I have mistletoe you have to kiss me it’s a holiday rule.” You impersonated him.

“I sound nothing like that.” He pulled a face.

“You sound exactly like that.” You teased him. “Why are you thinking about a holiday party from nine years ago?”

Because I wanted to kiss you then and I want to kiss you now. Because I’ve been so stupid all these years. Because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

“No reason.” He shrugged.

“Liar.”

Spencer exhaled, cupping the box in his hand. It was now or never. Do or die. It was time to come clean about his feelings.

“Fine, you really want to know the truth?” He stepped closer to you and you nodded. “The truth is that I am utterly and completely in l-“

“Y/N there you are!” Eliza interrupted him, suddenly heading your way with Tahani and Melody in tow.

Spencer sighed and rolled his eyes. Their timing couldn’t have been worse. Just as he’d finally worked up the nerve to tell you how he felt.

“What’s going on?” You eyed the girls up.

“We’re going out! It’s your bachelorette party!” Melody squealed, forcing a bright pink sash into your hands.

You laughed as you looked at the gold words of Bride-To-Be emblazoned on the sash.

“Right now?” You slipped it over your head and Spencer took a few steps back, feeling like a spare part.

“Right now!” Tahani grabbed your hand. “Come on both of you, we’ve got a schedule to keep.”

“Can we just have a minute?” You pulled your hand free of Tahani’s. “Spencer and I were just…”

You looked at him and he was sure you knew exactly what he’d been about to say before you were interrupted.

It felt like you were silently begging him to finish his sentence. Did you want to hear him say it? Would you leave Antonio if he did? Did Spencer want to be the kind of man that would try and break up a soon to be married couple?

Antonio had been right, as much as Spencer hated to admit it. He’d had ten years to realise he had feelings for you and he’d missed his chance.

You were happy with Antonio, probably happier than he’d ever seen you. He didn’t want to ruin that. He wanted you to be happy above all else.

All four of you were staring at him, waiting for him to speak. He plastered on a smile, shaking his head a little.

“Let’s go, we’ll talk later. It wasn’t important anyway.” He knew you didn’t believe that, but you nodded all the same.

He had to let you go. He had to let you get married and be happy with Antonio.

Even at the expense of his own happiness.

***

Another quarter landed in the bucket, jingling against the other coins at the bottom. You smiled a little shyly as the stranger planted a kiss on your cheek and your friends cheered.

You’d been against the idea of it to begin with. Selling cheek kisses for quarters seemed a little demeaning but your friends had all insisted it was all part of the bachelorette party fun.

After a few cocktails, you started seeing the funny side and now had a bucket full of quarters and half the men in the bar's lips had brushed against your cheek.

You found Spencer sitting alone, swirling his whiskey around in his glass. You slipped in the booth beside him, placing the bucket on the table and hearing the coins clank again.

“Someone’s popular.” He nodded towards the bucket.

“What can I say? Italian men seem to love me.” You giggled.

“Can’t say I blame them.” He gave you a soft smile but there was a look in his eyes you couldn’t place.

“Well there’s one American man who has not put a quarter in my bucket.” You tried to ignore the look. “Cough it up Doc.”

Spencer chuckled slightly, reaching into his jacket pocket for his wallet and retrieving a quarter. He dropped it in the bucket, but never took his eyes off of you.

“Now what?”

“Now you give me a kiss.” You turned your head slightly to the side and tapped your index finger on your cheek.

Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat. He wanted nothing more than to grab you and turn you back to face him so he could crash his lips against yours.

But if this was the closest he got to that, he’d take it.

He took a few breaths before edging closer, catching the scent of your lavender shampoo and your perfume as he got closer.

He felt heady from your smell as he cautiously pressed his lips against your flesh, closer to the corner of your mouth than your cheek.

Your skin was soft beneath his lips and he swore he felt a spark of electricity pass between you.

Something animalistic took over in Spencer and he was powerless to stop his next move.

He took hold of your jaw, cupping it in his hand and turned you to face him. Your eyes met his and an understanding was shared. You wanted him to kiss you. And he wasn’t going to disappoint.

You both closed your eyes simultaneously and you felt Spencer’s breath fan across your face. Goosebumps flared on your skin at the small gesture and your stomach coiled into knots.

You had never wanted someone to kiss you more in your life. You felt as though you needed Spencer to kiss you, like if he didn’t you might crumble into a million pieces.

His lips brushed cautiously over the corner of your mouth and you couldn’t hold back the small whimper that escaped your mouth at the contact.

You had been in love with this man for longer than you could even fathom. Just because you were marrying Antonio, it had never changed that fact.

You’d spent so many years wondering what it might be like to kiss him and now you were on the precipice of finding out. And you were ready to dive over the edge even if Spencer didn’t intend on catching you.

His hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck and then his lips suddenly slammed against yours with bruising force, causing you to gasp.

Spencer tried to slow himself down, take his time, in case this was the only chance he ever got to kiss you. But his hunger for you took over and he just couldn’t help himself.

When you gasped, your lips parted enough for him to plunge his tongue inside of your mouth and deepen the kiss. In response you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours.

You tasted like the sugary cocktails you’d been drinking and a slight hint of mint. It was intoxicating, otherworldly. Spencer didn’t have any words to describe it.

Fireworks erupted behind his closed lids and his heart felt as though it was soaring. It wasn’t awkward or messy like first kisses usually were. It was as though the two of you had been doing this your entire lives.

You moved together in perfect rhythm and it was barely any time at all before Spencer felt himself growing hard in his pants.

Little whines and moans were leaving your lips and you held onto him for dear life, afraid you might actually float away.

The kiss was passionate and needy, two people who had fought their attraction to one another for too long and couldn’t resist anymore. It was desperate and hungry and you wanted Spencer to throw you across the table and fuck you right in the middle of the bar.

By the time you both dared to pull back you were panting heavily, lips slightly swollen.

You stared at each other while you fought to catch your breaths, so many unspoken words passing between you.

But before you could get any actual words out, Spencer was suddenly on his feet, pushing past you out of the booth.

“I uh…need a drink.” He croaked before he fled.

You stared in his wake, your brain a haze of lust of confusion.

What the fuck had just happened?

Spencer had kissed you and then bolted before you’d caught your breath. Was this how he was with his lays? Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em before they can even understand what’s happened?

Your lungs were on fire and your lips burnt from his kiss. You run your fingers over them, as if you could still feel him there.

Could you really get married to another man after a kiss like that? There was no way a kiss that magical could be just a kiss. You practically tasted Spencer’s feelings in that kiss. No one was just that good.

There had been so many moments over the past few months where you’d thought Spencer was looking at you differently. There had been moments between you when you were sure he had some kind of feelings for you.

You’d ignored them up until now, but all those moments combined with that kiss had to mean something.

And you needed to know once and for all. You needed to know what Spencer was feeling, what it all meant.

You needed to know if you were marrying the right man. Because right now, you weren’t so sure you were.

***

A few hours later you’d pulled at all your courage as you stood outside Spencer’s room. This conversation was inevitably going to go one of two ways.

Either you’d been imagining everything in your desperation for Spencer to love you. You would confront him and he’d tell you he had no idea what you were talking about and you’d never be able to look him in the eyes again, thus ruining ten years of friendship.

Or he would tell you that you weren’t imagining it, he did have feelings for you and you would be left to decide between Spencer and Antonio.

Either way someone was going to get hurt.

You exhaled heavily, hoping to get rid of all your nerves before you knocked on the door.

“Oh shit.”

You heard Spencer’s voice carry through the door.

“Fuck. Just…one second!”

He sounded out of breath and you frowned to yourself. You heard some scrabbling about from the other side of the door for a few seconds before it suddenly flew open.

Spencer’s hair was all over the place and his face was slightly flushed. He wore nothing but a towel slung low around his waist but you noticed instantly his skin wasn’t wet from a shower.

“Oh…uh…hi Y/N.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I was uh…just about to shower.”

The bright red, glowing hickey on his neck was the first thing that made your stomach turn. But when you heard the woman’s voice from inside the room, you were about ready to hurl.

“Spence, come back to bed!” The voice called and your blood ran cold.

You’d know that voice anywhere. You’d grown up hearing that voice damn near every day

You saw Spencer’s face fall in an instant and you stumbled backwards a little.

“Y/N…I can explain.” He choked out but you were shaking your head.

“What’s to explain?” Your voice cracked as you spoke. “Have fun with Melody.”

“Y/N, it’s not…I mean it is what it looks like but I-I…please let me explain!” He begged but you kept backing away from him.

“I’ve gotta go.” You spun away from him and you ran in the opposite direction.

Your legs were shaking so violently you didn’t know how you didn’t collapse. Spencer continued calling after you and you heard him padding down the hall behind you.

You reached your room and managed to get inside and slam the door before he reached you. The second you were inside your legs gave way and you fell to the floor in front of the door and the floodgates holding back your tears broke.

How could you have thought for even a second that Spencer had feelings for you? Were you really so naive to think a playboy like Spencer could ever have feelings for anyone?

You allowed yourself to get sucked into a fantasy. For years all you’d wanted was for Spencer to love you and after one stupid kiss you’d let yourself get your hopes up.

Spencer didn’t love you. Spencer wasn’t capable of love. A leopard can’t change its spots anymore than a lothario like Spencer can.

You pulled your legs close to your body, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knees while you sobbed.

It was only a matter of seconds before there was a frantic knocking on the door behind you.

“Y/N, please talk to me.” Spencer spoke through the wood.

You quieted your sobs but Spencer could hear your breathing.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m a complete fucking idiot. She threw herself at me and I’m…I’m weak ok? I’m pathetic and I’m weak. I didn’t sleep with her though. We…we made out. She took my clothes off. I was…I was about to kick her out I swear. I promise you, I was not going to sleep with her.” He felt foolish talking through the door whilst standing in the corridor of a nice hotel in only a towel.

But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going anywhere until you talked to him.

“Why did you even come to my room? Please, just answer me that.” He begged, not expecting an answer.

There was a long stretch of silence and Spencer didn’t think you were going to speak.

He heard you exhale loudly and then you finally spoke, so quietly he barely heard you.

“I wanted to talk.” You sniffed. “About…about that kiss.”

Spencer closed his eyes as he felt his tears gathering, pressing his palms against the door.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. The words came spilling out his mouth before he had a chance to stop them.

“Please.” He croaked. “Please don’t marry him.”

“S-Spencer.” You choked on another sob. “It’s been ten years…”

“Don’t marry him.” He repeated, pressing his palms harder against the door as though he might be able to push his way through.

“All these years, Spencer. And you’re doing this now?” Your voice was haggard, punctuated with sobs.

“I know. I know.” Tears escaped his eyes as he opened them again, silently rolling down his cheeks. “Let me in. Please let me in.”

“No.” You hugged your legs closer to your chest. “You’re only doing this because you’re afraid of losing me. You don’t have feelings for me Spencer. You’re just scared.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is Spencer.” You chewed on your lip. “I need someone who’s going to be there for me, no matter what. Someone who actually loves me. Someone I can trust. I’m marrying Antonio, Spencer.”

Spencer choked on a loud sob of his own, resting his forehead against the cool wood door.

“I understand.” He croaked. “I hope you’re happy together, I really do. But I can’t watch you marry him. I can’t stand there and pretend that I don’t think you’re doing the wrong thing. I can’t be a part of this.”

He took a step back from the door, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

“Goodbye Y/N.” He whispered.

You felt your heart shattering into pieces at the thought of Spencer walking away. Suddenly, without meaning to, you were up on your feet.

But when you threw the door open, he was already gone and the hallway was empty.

Your bottom lip quivered and you closed your eyes as you stepped backwards in the room.

“Goodbye Spencer.” You muttered, before you closed the door again both physically and metaphorically.

***

The Wedding Day

When he’d landed back in the states Spencer went straight from the airport to Luke’s apartment. The older man had allowed him to cry on his shoulder between glasses of whiskey while Spencer explained the whole sorry thing.

And bless him for not once mentioning the ring he’d brought or saying I told you so.

He stayed with Luke for two days before going back to his own apartment. His bags remained unpacked by the front door for the next few weeks.

The only thing Spencer had the energy for was to drag himself from the bed to the toilet and back again. The rest of the time he stayed curled up under the sheets, the engagement ring he’d brought taunting him on the pillow.

He considered going back to work early just for something to occupy his mind but he didn’t have the willpower to leave the apartment.

His heart was in pieces. He swore he could feel it physically shattering in his chest although logically he knew that wasn’t possible. But this was all such a new and alien feeling to Spencer.

He’d never been in love before, never had his heart broken. He slept around, kept women at arms length so as to avoid this exact emotion.

Over the years he’d let his guards slip, he’d let you get close and never realised the ramifications that would have.

But now he was feeling the full force of it. He couldn’t ignore it, or push past it like he did every other trauma he’d suffered in his life. This was begging to be felt, demanding to be noticed.

He’d lost the love of his life and his best friend in one fell swoop. You were marrying Antonio and staying in Rome. And Spencer had to try and reconcile the fact he would surely never see you again.

Over the course of almost two weeks there were a lot of knocks on his front door.

It started with Luke checking in on him daily. And then Garcia bringing over baked goods which were now going stale in the kitchen.

JJ and Emily came by as did Tara and Matt and Rossi at various points.

The knocking on the door got irritating and eventually he’d just left the thing unlocked to save getting up.

So when after nearly two weeks of this, there was another knock on the door, he groaned with a roll of his eyes.

“It’s open!” He grumbled from his position on the couch.

His bedsheets had started to smell so he’d spent the last few days curled up on the couch instead. The smell however had followed him, and it took him longer than it should have to realise it was coming from him.

He was grumpier than ever today, on the day that you were getting married. He couldn’t stop picturing you walking down the aisle in that dress and exchanging vows with Antonio, becoming his wife.

He really didn’t have the patience for whoever was at his door right now.

The knock came again as he tightened his old robe around his body.

“It’s open! Jeez.” He called louder this time.

But once again there was another knock.

He huffed out a breath and angrily pushed himself up off the couch before storming towards the door.

“For fuck sake, I said it’s o-“ he threw the door open and his words died in his throat when he saw who was standing there on his doorstep.

He stared blankly at you, as though he had no idea who you were. His expression was completely unreadable.

You scuffed the toe of your shoe on the wooden floor, chewing on your lip.

“Uh…hey?” You offered him a small shrug.

He continued to stare at you, blinking a few times to try and clear the fog surrounding his brain.

“W-why…what are y-you…why?” His voice was hoarse and croaky where he hadn’t spoken in what felt like days.

“You left.” You chewed harder on your lip to stem the tears gathering in your eyes. “You just left.”

“I told you, I couldn’t watch you marry him. Why are you here? Why are you standing in my doorway on your wedding day?” His heart ached for you. You were so close he could reach out and touch you.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

You sighed and shrugged again.

“Because I love you.” You replied like it was the simplest answer in the world. “So here I am standing in your doorway. I’ve always been standing in your doorway.”

Spencer felt his own tears flood his vision. He was desperate to touch you, to hold you. But he refrained.

“Why isn’t your husband with you?” He choked out, bitterness dripping from tongue.

You sniffed back your tears and gave him a shaky smile.

“I uh…I was kinda hoping he was.” You fished in your back pocket and before Spencer knew what was happening, you were dropping to one knee in front of him.

You pulled out a giant red ring pop, the kind Spencer hadn’t seen since he was a child and held it towards him.

“It was the best I could do on short notice. It’s the only kind of ring you’re going to find at an airport.” You chuckled lightly, a little nervously. “Spencer, I have loved you for ten long years. You are the only man for me. And if you meant what you said in Rome, if you really meant it-“

“Of course I meant it.” He cut you off, gripping you by your wrists and pulling you back to your feet. “But this isn’t right. Just…just…one second.”

You frowned as he turned away from you and ran back inside his apartment. You stood there in confusion, still holding the ring pop.

You took a few tentative steps inside the apartment as he disappeared inside his bedroom.

You watched with a frown as he fumbled picking something up off his bed and soon he was barrelling back towards you, faster than you’d ever seen him move.

Your eyes landed on the black velvet ring box in his open palm and you gasped, heart skipping a beat.

A large smile was plastered on Spencer’s face as he lowered himself to one knee in front of you.

“I meant it, Y/N. I meant all of it. I’ve been carrying this ring around for months hoping to find the words to tell you that I am utterly and inconceivably in love with you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He opened the box and plucked the ring from its little cushion nested inside and took hold of your hand.

At some point your tears had sprung free and were rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, Spence!” You nodded frantically as he slipped the ring on your finger.

You helped him to his feet and he was quick to pull you into his arms and crash your lips together. Ten years worth of feelings came pouring out in a single kiss.

Spencer wished he’d realised his feelings for you sooner and hadn’t wasted so much time not being with you, but he knew he’d never waste another second.

He cupped your face and deepened the kiss, finally feeling like he’d found his rightful place in this world.

Tomorrow he was taking you to Vegas or Atlantic City or wherever you wanted to go and the two of you would tie the knot. He wasn’t waiting another day to be your husband.

But tonight as he started leading you through to the bedroom, the only thing on his mind was getting you undressed and finally getting to be with you the way he’d been desperate for since the first time you met.

He laid you down on the mattress and climbed on top of you, smiling at the perfect woman he was soon to make his wife.

“There it is.” You smirked up at him, a playful glint in your eyes.

“What?” He frowned a little.

You reached up and cupped his jaw, feeling his spiky stubble beneath your fingertips.

“The doggy bowl look. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“I do not have the doggy bowl look.” He scoffed.

“Oh you totally do.” You laughed. “You’re completely starved, Doctor.”

He laughed too as he stroked your hair back off your face before bowing his head to kiss you again.

To think if it hadn't been for one Halloween night and him slipping into bed with the wrong woman, he might never have met you.

Maybe he’d unknowingly left a piece of his heart in your bed that night and you’d kept it all these years. And because of that you knew his heart inside and out, in ways he wasn’t even sure he did.

But the one thing he did know, was that his heart beat only for you. It always would. And it probably always had.

***

Ten Years Ago

You typed your number into the device before handing it back to Spencer. He smiled brightly at you, a smile that caused your stomach to tighten.

“Thanks.” He pocketed the phone, hovering by the door. “So uh…now what?”

“Now you leave.” You chuckled lightly.

“Are you sure you want me to leave? Because I don’t think you do.” His eyes were heavy and filled with lust and you couldn’t deny it made you hot under the collar.

But you were not caving. No matter how stupidly attractive he was, you were not falling into bed with him.

“I’m very sure.” You stood your ground.

“See I don’t buy it.” He shook his head.

“You don’t buy that not every woman wants to sleep with you? Trust me you are not that attractive.” You lied, hoping your expression didn’t give away how gorgeous you really thought him.

“I have a theory.” Spencer smirked at you as he went to reach for the door handle.

You pulled a face, trying to decide if you were going to take the bait. You did.

“Oh, Casanova has a theory?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes.” His smirk grew. “It’s called the Doggy Bowl Look.”

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest at his vague nature.

“Explain.”

He was suddenly crossing the room back towards you, his smirk so high it hit his hairline.

“It’s the look a dog gets right before you put down their bowl. When a woman has that look, it means they're attracted to you.” He looked smugly at you.

“And you’re telling me this, because?” You huffed a little.

“Because it’s the look you’ve been giving me since I got into your bed.” His smugness grew and you wanted to slap the look right off of his beautiful face.

“You really do think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” You folded your arms.

“No but you certainly do. I’ll leave now but I am going to call you. And trust me when I say, when you see me in my best suit, not covered in fake blood, and I lay on my charm…” he stepped even closer, hooking his finger under your chin and looking you right in the eyes. “You’ll be begging for me.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, almost resorting to begging him now. Your knees were weak and it was a miracle you didn’t fall down.

But you would not let him have the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on you.

“It will be a cold day in hell if you ever get me into bed, you cocky son of bitch.” You stepped out of his touch and his hand fell to his side.

“I’ll tell Satan to get knitting those wool sweaters.” He shot you one last look before turning back towards the door and sauntering to it. “It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“I wish I could say the same.” You scoffed as he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

He gave you one last smile, one that felt like it knocked all the air from your lungs, before he was suddenly gone.

As you fell back to your bed and closed your eyes, you saw Spencer Reid behind your closed lids.

And for whatever reason, you knew your story was far from over.

Taglist

@andiebeaword @measure-in-pain @takeyourleap-of-faith @dirtytissuebox @smurphyse @ssa-uglywhore27 @reidselle @dreatine @dr-spencerr-reidd @spenxerslut @drayshadow @rainsong01 @this-is-doctor-and-its-calm @safespacespence @dielgonacoffee @matthew-gray-gubler-lover @hotchandspencearedilfs @spencer-reid-wonderland

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

310 notes · View notes