#got this out in the nick of time!! was cutting it close to midnight (as always) oops

[beiasluv]

forbidden fruit pt.2 | charles leclerc

part 1

a/n: i wrote last part at like midnight, apologies for any typos 💀 enjoyy 🤍

‘y/n l/n and charles leclerc. forbidden love, rival or lovers?’

front line mercedes driver, l/n, and the ferrari driver, leclerc, had been seen having a conversation together before the grand prix in italy…

“y/n, question for you please.”

the conference room. same old same old. lewis, you, and george were seated together in front of thousands of lenses, ready to pick each and every length of your skin just to get a piece of information they could sell to the media.

it was the day before the big race in italy, the media was catching their eyes closely at all the drivers - especially you know which two.

“..yes?”

“about the incident after the qualifying round, what had happened with charles?”

the clicking of the pens and the scratching of the notebooks were starting to get you any minute. clearing your throat you grabbed the mic closer to your mouth,

“i’m sure charles meant no harm..we’re racers..erm…rivalry isn’t the furthest thing from us.”

“are you dating charles, y/n?”

alarms were set off in your mind. it would be a crime if george and lewis couldn’t hear them. you were nothing with charles leclerc. he’s the reddest flag of all. really. you were nothing.

"we," clearing your throat and grabbing your mic closer to your dry lips. "we're not talking on any terms."

smile, y/n. smile for the cameras.

"what are your thoughts on the ferrari team this season? any comments?"

the journalist raised his hands through the crowd, his pen almost fell off his lap from the enthusiasm.

"it was always a challenge to race with any team on the track, ferrari included," you nodded. "the ferrari has a strong car, they are one of the many tough contenders. obviously, every team wishes to win...and so does mercedes," glancing a tight smile at the interviewer who took the answer down the notebook. perhaps a little bit too messy for your driver's head to decipher.

"how about when leclerc saved you? any additional comment?"

"i.."

you caught lewis shifting in his seat; his hands started to calm up together in front of the mic, seated between the three drivers and the whole internet. you could only pray your zoning out was missed by the media and you know who.

if only you could express your infinite pain of being the only female in the male-dominant sport, no paper could ever hold just a nick of the feminine rage pregnant inside you.

how come the only question you got asked was about 'charles,' 'men,' 'dating' and never the sophisticated 'performance car racing' or the ones filled with personalities?

george russell, for the record, your biggest shipper, even chipped in. he pushed the mic closer to his face and looked dead into the camera - if looks could kill - "please, this is a mercedes drivers' briefing."

the tension is sky-high, or you could say: rocket-sky-high. george settled back in his seat as you threw him a quick thankful smile. only god knows what the media is going to make up this time.

'george to the rescue'? bullshit.

"lewis, over here please."

--

"y/n, leclerc's getting aggressive. be careful for an overtake-"

"copy-"

the adrenaline is rushing, flowing, and doing whatever the heck it can in your bloodstream. pushing the pedal as hard as your baby could possibly could, the wind rushed against your face. if it wasn't for the helmet you had on, your face would've been cut like it were a thousand knives thrown at you.

looking to your right you see the infamous red ferrari again, surging with the wind and springing out against the green grass beside the track.

"leave space! you fucking-" you muttered as your fingers tick all the necessary buttons of the formula 1 car in order to keep your position above the ferrari. "what the fuck is he doing!"

praying the car tires could take a bit more, you applied as much pressure you felt comfortable on your baby for the first place behind the checkered end line. you glanced at the body behind the mask of the helmet as you continued to push and pray, push and pray.

if only you knew the ferrari was reciprocating the act.

what was important was you finishing above leclerc - mercedes finishing above ferrari, of course.

"leclerc! y/n! leclerc! who's going to win?! would he complete the overtake?!"

holding on to your steering wheel for your dear life, you saw something of a maroon color rushing to your side. perhaps it was the speed of the car that distorted your vision or was it something in your cheeks?

shut up-

"leclerc! leclerc! leclerc! ferrari have gained another victory home! ladies and gentlemen, charles leclerc!"

"fuck!"

the cracking sound from your radio chimed in your ears - at the worst time possible - "y/n! 0.02 second behind leclerc! P2!"

yeah, thanks. thanks for rubbing it in your face that leclerc had beaten you once again.

"..thanks," slowing your car down against the wind, you came to a halt after the race line; obviously at a considerable distance behind the red ferrari. climbing out and plastering on a fake smile for the media and your beloved fans.

--

the monégasques national anthem was blasted through the speaker throughout the whole podium. any fan knew this song belonged to any of the leclerc and ferrari, for now.

holding your hands in the comfort of in front of you, you tried to remain calm throughout the whole song. nevertheless, your heartbeat was beating fast for the obvious reason after the race.

the shit-eating grin was plastered on the driver standing on P1. can you even blame him? congratulations, you had beaten your rival for the longest time and were placed on P1 while wearing your infamous red suit.

while you were wearing your notorious mercedes's fire suit on your waist, just like all the drivers on the grid (and charles), you grabbed the champagne bottle as the others did so.

"good one, leclerc.”

you sprayed the champagne straight onto the monégasques’s back, maybe it was a little intentional that you shook the bottle a little harder for more pressure of the liquor.

no hard feelings, of course. you only knew his hair was soaked under the cap on his head and the tingling of the bubbles down his neck.

how unfortunate.

charles smirked back as he aimed his half-empty champagne bottle at you, "it's still not a date."

what.?

seeing you in your stunned state, he lowered the bottle to an acceptable level. leclerc cleared his throat and wiped the foam of champagne off his upper lips and chin; looking back with the biggest annoying grin on his face, "congrats on the podium. next race?"

oh, how you wish you could smack his grin off his mother fucking face again. rubbing it into your face.

the media..the media. breathe in, breathe out.

"will do, 16."

--

"congratulations on P2,"

toto patted your back as he entered the mercedes's headquarters. how lovely it is to see his drivers bundled up in his room, once again, after a race 'gone wrong.'

"what is it this time," he sighed as he lowered himself to his chair, not ready to be resigning the team principal position for a therapist for his driver.

the room was your comfort zone, safe to say. the picture of toto's kid, susie, and all of his essentials to complete the job for a team principal. crashing into his room with george wasn't an abnormal thing in your team, nor was it the first time of your career with him.

"they kept asking if you're dating charles, huh?" toto grinned as he faked wipe his mouth for the dramatic effect.

"i'm sick of it-"

the environment of the room shifted - for the better, surprisingly. also. did you mention the fact that this room felt more like a therapy session than a team principal's room?

and. wikipedia got it wrong, it was: toto wolff, team principal and CEO of mercedes, and a part-time therapist.

perfect.

"i'm sure we've put on a great fight," toto nodded towards you, the unspoken tension of the media was killing you inside out.

"i'm sick of the media, toto-"

george shifted next to you on the black sofa, "who knows, they're just trying to write a story out of nothing."

"it'll be the death of me if I have to continuously declare my love life on the internet," resting your head back on the back of the couch you did.

the coldness in the room was cleared by a bit as george snaked his arm around the back of the couch, he whispered into your ear, "you don't have a thing for charles..do you?"

"i hate you."

--

"night, toto. night, george."

bidding toto and george goodbyes, you grabbed your bag from the floor and beeline for the exit door.

the hotel bed is calling your name like a mantra at this point. the race was mentally and physically exhausting, what could be better than a nice, warm bath and a soft bed waiting for you?

the sky was pitch black, darker than your deepest thoughts in solitary, but the pitch was never dark. thanks to the eyes-scorching light to illuminate the track during the night races.

“sup lando..sup daniel”

“good race, l/n.”

walking past a couple of drivers, quick and friendly nods were exchanged as you head for the garage for your beloved mercedes.

and for the love of god, the eyes of the ferrari next to your mercedes were ignited.

how could this get even better?

making your way into the garage, you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could. digging in your purse for the key was a painful ride to ride.

'ah, found it.'

your fingertip dug into the muscle memory as you press the button you hoped was coded with 'unlock.'

fuck.

how gracious of mercedes to make the unlocking sound so loud. so loud that it caught the attention of the ferrari driver. so loud that leclerc's neck flicked towards the sound of your car and you swore you could feel his grin growing.

the second slowed down by a quarter as you seized the handle for the door and swung your bag and body inside the car. perhaps it was not fast enough for the P1 winner today as he made his way next to your car before you could even shut the door. ignoring his steps as he teasingly walked over to his ferrari and played with the key in his hand.

"you put up a great fight for the first place," he grinned. "next time.." he opened his ferrari,

“eyes on the track, l/n.”

"how-...don't you worry about it, leclerc," you scoffed, hiding the beating of your heart. fucking hell- stop beating so fast-

raising his eyebrows in one quick, swift motion, he entered his ferrari, "of course." the driver was fully engulfed by the shadows of the vertical door, but his eyes were still looking into yours, "nice drive today."

"you too."

--

your phone screen screamed it was 2 in the morning, but who cares? the tiktok on your phone was a little more entertaining than seeing charles off the track - okay, maybe a lot less - but the thing so addicting about tiktok was a life mystery for you.

curling up to your side, your phone was plugged into the wall next to your bed, your hand starting to get numb from holding your phone for too long.

asmr. f1 edit. asmr. f1 edit. asmr. f1 edit. you were going to go mad. for the love of anyone, if you see one more edit of charles leclerc on your fyp, you are going to throw your phone out-

honestly, you wouldn't lie that you enjoy an edit of yours once in a while, but hell, charles leclerc..fucking leclerc...who told him that he can look so fucking fine after a horrible race from the ferrari?

you were almost tempted to slam your phone on the nightstand and get some sleep for the night. also. who cares if you wake up late tomorrow?

knock..knock

"oh, come on," you cursed. the audacity to knock at 2 in the morning?

you swung yourself off the comfort of your hotel bed and tiptoed towards the door of your room. your pajama short and oversized t did not help with providing the necessary warmth.

peaking through the cat-eye, you saw the last thing you were expecting.

charles leclerc, in the flesh. he was leaning one of his arms on your door as he was about to raise his hand for another knock.

"gasly! open the door-"

"have a problem, leclerc?"

gosh, you wished you could take a pic of how terrified he looked. shit. was he looking at the unbearable state of yours, or what? short shorts, oversized t, and your hair-

"y/n- i'm-"

squinting your eyes, you adjusted to the light of the hallway, "gasly's not here."

silence engulfed the air between you like a buffet. he continued to stare blankly at you. gosh- could he stop with his dark, green, eyes- fuck. "…leclerc?"

was it the tension or your ears going deaf - you weren't sure - that made you couldn't even hear his - probably lame - excuse of why he knocked at your door at 2 in the fucking morning.

what did matter was the blabbering of his mouth traveled through one ear and straight to the other, just like an f1 car, speeding on any straight path-

"-i think i'm fucking in love with you"

"charles...don't."

charles stopped - his breathing, his steps, his brain, and whatever he could be conscious of. you started - started leaning onto the door, started clutching the other hand to the door blocking the other half of your heart from his.

"what d'you mean 'don't'?" leclerc's mouth was gaped, letting the least amount of air in to keep his heart beating - for you.

retracting your hand, and the door, away from him; you still found his hand in the comfort of over yours, the one that you held onto the door to not fall onto the wooden floor of your hotel room.

every breath you took was a sharp nick on your lungs, but you've managed to heaped out, "i'm sorry, charles-" just in time before your lungs would betray you.

"why?...why?...please-"

"why? -really? why?"

finally regaining the willpower to look back at him, and not cry, you were greeted with his reddened eyes, "what the fuck do you want with me-?"

"you- you could go around and tell me all these nice things in front of my face and- and god knows what you've been calling me behind my back-"

his grip on your hands tightened as he opened his mouth again, but you cut him short- "it drives me crazy- fucking crazy that you act all so nice to me when we've fought our whole lives against each other."

"...what ever happened to all of your loathing glares when i'm on the podium?"

who cares what the sleeping people, ghosts, or whoever the fuck on this floor hears. you were done with cradling your heart as far away as you could from the pitch. it was stupid. fucking humiliating, at least, that you've found yourself back - back at the start.

all the effort to fight for your place on the grid as the only female driver and all of your effort to carry your dignity above all the scandals came crashing down just for a second of your selfish desires. was it so bad to want love from someone who really cares for you all your life?

dancing, kissing, crying, loving. was it so hard to deny when it is literally in front of your fucking face? under the reddest flag of all.

you wished and prayed every day that the races would be over soon so you could stop seeing his shit-eating grin, his eyes, his remarks, his cologne filling the air whenever he walked past.

charles stood in silence, unmoving, as if the time had stopped. if only you knew he was trying- trying to find the right word to express this weird sensation in his brain, his chest, his fucking heart. they all just ended up tangled in italian, frech, and english. mon amour. my life-

"..is that how you really think of me-" he felt slightly betrayed by his wrong tone, but even more by your thoughts.

"you think- y/n- you think i'm just trying to tick you off the podium?"

"..are you?" wiping the tears that betrayed you and escaped from the comfort of your eyes. "look- look at all the headlines- 'mercedes and ferrari.' is this really the- the condition you want to love under?"

"i'll love you under any condition i want," he breathed shakily as he continued to hold the door of your room open. who cares about the ruffled sheet you left or your phone uncharged by the bed?

"there's nothing between us-"

"you have a girlfriend for fuck's sake!"

"it's a PR relationship! and who cares what the media thinks? i'm not doing ferrari any good by confessing my heart raw to you-"

"you think mercedes is getting anything out of this but rumors? i've fought the press for all my fucking life from the scandals inside the pit-"

"this isn't about mercedes, and this isn't about the goddamn media-”

charles ran his hand through his messed up hair, "and I would have thought you knew that..."

"maybe- maybe i don't. maybe i'm too scared to love again. maybe i'm too scared of what would happen if we ended on a bad note. maybe i'm a coward for not wanting to open my heart for you.

-maybe i'm stupid...for you"

"you're not stupid," he said- decreasing the gap between you two, trying his hardest not to reach to wipe your tears.

"we won't work out," you sighed. "we'll focus on our drives, we'll fight, you'll leave."

"please," charles grabbed your waist and pulled you in, once again - you gave in. "i'll make it work."

all your walls came crumbling down as you broke down like a dam on his shoulder. you buried your face onto his chest and gripped his shirt until you didn't care it would crease. a mantra of apologies came out of charles's mouth that you wouldn't even waste an energy to decipher.

his hands found their natural comfort in your lower back, rubbing in lines of traces and tracks you'd spend the rest of your life trying to decipher.

tucking a piece of your hair behind, he kissed all of your tears away. his mustache which had grown since the karting days grazed your skin like they were made for each other. his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too much like an idiot in front of your hotel room..106.

you were still gripping his shirt hard, as he closed the space between your lips and his. it seemed like all of your walls were crushed to the point of no returning; towering over you, he pressed his body against yours like there was no more- like the last lap of the race.

the level of oxygen in your lungs was starting to set off an alarm in your head, but you didn't care. you were kissing the reddest flag of all in the grid and you were not regretting anything.

pulling away for air, he smiled against your lips; sending a wave of breath onto your chin.

"you have a lot to explain to toto."

"i'll have my ways..."

oh my goodnesss. if you like it, please do whatever you want to, I’ll appreciate it 🫶🏻

today’s a great day to take care of yourself, luvv 🤍

tag: @leclerclvr @buendiabebeta @be-your-coffee-pot @al-luvx

[eusuntgratie]

different banner bc this one is just a bunch of lines from my various wips that i've poked at recently. i tried to actually write and it didn't go well but i am rotating all my blorbos like rotisserie chickens in my mind palace which i'm sure will eventually bear fruit. enjoy some random sentences!

i wanna be adored (elliott lefevre from chambers x marco peña from kissing booth 2 & 3)

Marco tries to catch Elliott’s eye. He’s honestly not sure if he’s drunk or if he just wants everyone to think he is.

mechanic alex (firstprince) this one is so close to being done please sir can i have some spoons 🙏

“Oh,” Henry whispers. “You beautiful slut. Look at you.” 

taylor pov of the second half of chapter 3 of disaster (taynick) i'm thinking i'll throw disaster in a series and post some ficlets, taylor pov, etc when inspo strikes (aka when jon gives me brainworms)

A buzzing sound from Nick’s nightstand jerks Taylor’s thoughts away from all the things he could do to get Nick to make more of those delicious noises.

untitled raf/alex (what is says on the tin. i'm FERAL for these two)

“I’ve got you,” Raf tells him, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

ryliver villa fic

“You fucking slut,” Oliver growls right into his ear. “You could barely tear your eyes off of me long enough to tell her how pretty she is, could you?”

i know you can't ignore me (another taynick fic)

Taylor’s not sure if Nick spent all night fighting off memories of the night they spent together, but he certainly did.

i'm always happy to chat about any of my wips! feel free to poke me - maybe some words will fall out! open tag + some no pressure tags under the cut.

i'm scheduling for midnight my time so if you beat me somehow i'm sorry! i'll hopefully be snoozin'!

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[mr-e-nigma]

I finished making this just after midnight on the 19th so this counts as a Portal 2 anniversary project🧡💙

Behold my Portal themed mix cd!!

I’d been brewing this idea in my head for a while and actually got to working on it around the anniversary w/o even remembering that was closing in lmao. But I finished it just barely not in the nick of time!

Tracklist (and rambling) beneath the cut

The idea for this first came to me while listening to JoCo’s versions of Still Alive and Want You Gone obsessively back at the beginning of April. I really enjoy making mix CDs and I really love Portal, so it’s only right that I combine those loves into one. I thought “there are quite a few songs that actually have lyrics either directly in the Portal games or in related media or that were supposed to be in the games. Wouldn’t it be cool if they were all collected in one physical place for easy listening but still shuffled around a little bit?”

So I set out to make that a reality! And then quickly I had like five versions of Still Alive in the draft list so I brought in some other songs from the Portal 2 OST to balance things out somewhat. After much serious deliberation and many hours spent playing Portal 2 on my ps3, I had finally settled on the final tracklist;

1. Want You Gone (feat. The Elegant Too) - Jonathan Coulton

2. Still Alive (J.C. Mix) - Jonathan Coulton

3. Love As A Construct

4. PotatOS Lament

5. Turret Wife Serenade

6. Want You Gone - GLaDOS

7. You Wouldn’t Know - GLaDOS

8. Don’t Say Goodbye - GLaDOS

9. Cara Mia Addio

10. Still Alive - GLaDOS

11. Exile Vilify - The National

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

Minutes to Midnight - Gil Grissom x Reader

(A/N: Happy Valentine's Day from the man I wish I could spend it with)

At 10 pm on the 13th of February, Gil and you woke up, having an hour to get ready and go to your shift. Like always, you were happy to see each other, but the knowledge that Valentine's Day was just around the corner made you lovey and dopey, and smiled at each other sweetly before closing your eyes and leaning in for a kiss. You rolled out of bed and freshened up, then headed to grab a quick dinner before going to work.

An hour into the slow shift, Gil looked at his watch. "Hey," he said to you, failing to hide his boyish excitement as he held his wrist out for you to see that it was midnight. A smile of equal goofiness came onto your face because of his own. You looked up at him, and your eyes met his. Seeing the consent in yours, he stepped towards you and engulfed you in a kiss, his lips pressed eagerly to yours and his big body encaging you, keeping you safe. Your hands lingered on his chest, clutching his collar and buttons.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team always got nosy around the time of important romantic dates for the two of you, for one because they were single, and because Grissom used to be so reserved, but he had become more relaxed throughout the course of your relationship, and it was intriguing to see Grissom like that (as well as you, because the pair of you were sweet with each other).

And so, when midnight rolled around, they crept to Grissom's office, stopping just short of the door way. Greg and Warrick giggling made the two of you turn to her. "How cute," Greg teased with a grin.  Gil and you looked at each other with decisive smiles, and brought your faces together to kiss again, to the soft joking but genuine cheering of your friends.

Of course, Catherine had to take it where she did, like always.  "So breakfast, a movie and...lots of sex?"  She was side-eyeing the both of you with a suggestive grin.

"Yeah," you confirmed simply, nuzzling Gil with a loving smile, more lost in him than anything else.  And he, too, was just enjoying you, his chin rested on your head with his eyes closed and a relaxed smile.

"But, as for now...?"  Catherine prompted.

You finally pulled apart.  "For now, we're solving a case with you."

"If we get one," Nick pointed out.  "There hasn't been anything, which is very strange."

"Well maybe we can have lunch together.  Then, after that, if there's still nothing, (y/n) and I'll take the night off.  Catherine will supervise."

"You got it," the woman in question said.

"All right I think we'll leave them alone for now," Warrick smiled, putting his hands on Catherine's and Greg's shoulders and bringing them away, with Nick following along.

For the third time, Gil and you looked at each other, this time for a quick peck before you split off to follow up on evidence for some cold cases.

You all decided to test the blood spatter patterns of a murder, since it was fun to hit things with no consequences of harming people.  Grissom leant against the wall beside the doorway and watched you all.  After a fun session of hitting, trying out different weapons and creating patterns on the paper stuck on the spatter wall, you finally got somewhere.  Greg volunteered to recheck the DNA, so he took note of whose blood spattered which way, collected fresh DNA samples from the storage, and went to relieve Wendy of her duties for a little bit.  It was nearly lunchtime when he came back and gave his report; finally, progress had been made.  "Great," Grissom smiled.  "Let's go eat."  Like always, you all decided to patronise Frank's Diner.

When your food came, everyone except Gil looked at it weirdly and confusedly.  "What is that?"  Nick asked.

"Toad-in-a-hole," you answered simply.

"What?"  Warrick heaved, leaning forwards in his seat.

"It's what the English call sausages in mashed potatoes.  It's nicely tasty, to me at least," you said, using your fork to cut off a piece of sausage and dragging it through some potato before popping it into your mouth.

Gil looked at his watch.  "It's a little over three am.  (Y/n) should be getting melancholic right about now."

Your chewing slowed a great deal, and you mafe yourself swallow for comfort before turning to him.  "Wah...?"

"I saw your face when we were sitting silently in the car.  What's on your mind?"  Of course, he had been the one driving.

You felt like sliding down your chair under the table and hiding.  But you opted to use your hands to cover your blushing, tearing face, leaving your mouth clear so they could hear you; damn did that man know how to call you out in all the best guilt-free ways.  "I was just thinking that I can't believe that I'm here with you all, right here, right now.  I can't believe I have the man of my dreams as my...to call my own, and with my family."  A sniffle followed that.

Greg, who was sitting on your other side, wrapped his arms around you.  "We love you," he said simply, before giving you a kiss on the side of your head.

You sniffled again before saying, "I love you too."  He let go of you.

Gil poked your fork through some potato and waved it in front of you teasingly.  "Now come on, eat your toad-in-a-hole."

You smiled at him, and ate what he held right in front of your mouth, instantly cheering up; tpically, Gil comforted you seriously, but the both of you preferred to have that in private; playfully flirting in public, demonstrating confidence and pride in your relationship, worked just as well.

After your meal, you parted ways, with Gil and you bidding everyone else good luck at work while they teasingly called 'happy Valentine's Day's out.  Gil drove again, and you became thoughtful and quiet again.

You stepped out of your thoughts when Gil pulled into the driveway.  You entered the house without needing his guidance.  Once you had both taken turns in the shower, Gil asked you, "What would you like to do now?"

"Can we lie on the couch and listen to music?"

At that, he took his shirt off because he thought you would probably want to play with his torso hair.  "Sure."  You went to the sitting room.  Before he could ask what you wanted to listen to, he saw that you were already picking out something.  So he just lay down on his back for you to lie on top of him.  You put the CD you had picked in the player and selected the track you wanted.  He smiled as you got on top of him and he wrapped you in his arms, having recognised the song.  "Valentine's Day by Linkin Park."

"What else?"  Your response was muffled because your face was buried in his chest hair.  He gaily thumped out the percussion on your back (not that you would not encourage it).

When the song ended, he waited for your next actions, and that happened to be in the form of just lying as you were and letting the album play.  "It's Valentine's Day and we're listening to songs like Given Up and Leave Out All the Rest," he teased.

"Mmf.  Leave Out All the Rest is our song anyway."

"Yeah..."

Somehow, you eventually fell asleep, when What I've Done was playing; it was not a particulary slow song, but it was soothing.  Gil reached out to turn off the radio and joined you.

And the pair of you woke up just in time for breakfast.  It was too late to cook, so Gil picked up the phone to order takeout.  "What would you like to eat?"

"I can't decide whether I want fish and chips or pizza..."  you mulled, looking down, putting your hand on your chin and rubbing slightly.

"I'll get one of each, then we'll split them in half."

"Sounds good."

"What pizza do you want?"

"Pizza with no ingredients, but beef on the left side." When Gil looked like he was about to kill you, you adjusted, "Erm, pepperoni pizza with cheese, please."

He made the order, and the two of you decided what movies to watch while waiting for it to arrive.  When it did, Gil went to collect it while you put in the first movie; it was just going to be a collection of Westerns running all day.  Then, when everything was set up and ready for eating, Gil said, "Wait here," and went off somewhere.  You looked on curiously, but soon forgot about him because your attention was drawn to the scent of the warm, crispy fish.  You sliced a bite and ate it, your mouth salivating readily to break it up as quickly as possible.  Gil returned with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of such in the other.  Upon seeing your tickled and surprised gaze as he set the glasses on the table and filled them, he said, "Wine goes well with Italian food, doesn't it?"

"Yeah but we're eating British food too," you said bemusedly, poking a chip with your fork and turning it vertically up to indicate it.

He shrugged.  "Still."

"I don't think wine will go well with this though."

"Eat the fish and fries first then."  And with that he stole the one off your fork by simply stretching his neck out and eating it.

So you cut the fish in half while Gil started the movie, the opening credits starting.  The two of you took your sweet time with everything, just wanting to enjoy yourselves and each other.  The both of you lost your sense of time, but eventually, Gil poured the wine out, and you consumed it alongside the pizza.

After every last morsel was consumed and you had binged films until you were satisfied, you looked at each other, tired, and dopey, smiling at each other.  You instinctively scooted to sit as close by as possible.  Gil lowered his forehead to touch yours, and soon, his lips followed suit.  "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered.

"I love you too," you whispered back, saying it in different ways but meaning the same thing altogether.

[fabaesuaves]

happy spider-man day everyone! here's some petermj :)

[stonemags]

COMEBACKS (N.R)

Summary: Natasha is exhausted after mission and all she wants is being in her lover's arms.

Warning: Angst

Word count: 1804

A/n: I did something. This is something. Enjoy it, or don't. [as]

The cold wind is the first thing Natasha can feel after getting out of the jet. The physical and mental exhaustion is making it hard for her to take another step. Bruises all over her body and cuts aches with a memory of the past mission. The dirty suit making her feel disgusting, covered in blood, she is not even sure whose. Two days went up to three, three to five. It definitely didn't go as it should, a decoy mission took a turn really fast, almost costing a couple of agents their life. The black widow as always saved the day, but at what cost. Now she is slowly moving away from the group of agents wanting nothing more then deflate in her girlfriend's arms and sleep for the next three days, maybe after getting some food into her system.

She moves through to the corridors trying as much as she can, not to show any signs of pain.

"Romanoff, med bay" Fury's voice startled her a little coming out of the inside of the office room.

"I'm okay, Nick."

" That was an order. Banner is already waiting for you" With that, he went back to the reports and other mission planing with Maria. She and Natasha exchanged polite nods and with that the door closed. With a big sigh and clenched teeth Nat moved into the direction of med bay for her check up.

A few minutes later she is sitting down on a cot, while Bruce is gathering all the equipment to stitch her up. She already got some painkillers, but the wait for them to kick in is really dragging on, testing her patience. She squirms on the bed thinking about getting some food and then a shower. That's all she wants right now. That and some peace and quiet in her lover's arms.

"Okay, I'm gonna stitch you up. There is just one big cut so the rest should heal on its own, but you need to clean them." Natasha just hummed in understanding.

"Also drink this, its gonna help you a little." "What's that?" Widow clearly confused takes a glass from Banners hand and starts eyeing the green liquid.

"Yn came here when we found out that you are on your way back and she left it here for you, she said she added more peach this time, whatever that means." He explains while stitching Nats leg, trying to as precise as he can close the wound and stop the bleeding.

"Oh yeah, her famous smoothie. God, I needed that, she is so sweet."

"She is." He gives her a small smile and goes back to his work. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

Natasha made a quick stop in her room to at least change her clothes into something less tight. She was really surprised when she found her favorite hoodie washed and ironed on her bed. A little confused, but pleased, she thought that her girlfriend should already be here. She thought about finding her, but now she moves into the kitchen. The smoothie from you helped a little, but after two days of basically starving, she needs some real food. The corridors are empty which is normal since it's almost midnight. The whole compound is silent, the dimmed lights are allowing her eyes to finally rest a little, the painkillers started to kick in and she can take a deep breath. She is almost in the kitchen area when the smell of her favorite lasagna hit her and makes her salivate immediately.

Moving faster she turns around the corner just to see prepared table with a steaming hot lasagna in the middle of it. Nobody ever tried this hard for her, so all the emotions mixed with the exhaustion are making her little overwhelmed right now, but in the best way possible. She stands alone in front of the table pouring herself a glass of wine that was waiting for her next to the plate. The red liquid quickly disappears, behind her full lips, making her chest warm. She closes her eyes for a second enjoying the peace. Its cut short but the pair of arms hugging her from behind. She turns around and she is immediately welcomed with your big bright smile.

"Yn! Did you make my favorite lasagna?" Natasha asks you, taking you into her arms. She is slight taller than you, so you hide your face in her neck. She lets you go after a couple of second, her arm is lingering on your shoulder and the smile she gives you is the most beautiful thing you ever saw in your life. Her red stained from the wine lips are hypnotizing are her touch burns your exposed skin. You can't get over the way your body reacts to her, about the way her voice soothes you and make you feel like you could just die happy, right here and right now. She feels warm, safe and she is all you ever wanted and needed. She clears her throat, looking deep into your eyes, brining you back from your train of thoughts.

"Y-Yes, yes I did. I though you would be hungry after the mission and I wanted to do something nice, I'm just happy that you are back." You try to recover faster from the awkward silence you left her with but Natasha hugs you again, bringing you as close to her as possible. God you could stay here forever, in her strong arms, feeling like the most important person on earth. Your face feels hot and you feel her arms deflating a little from the stiffness. She rests her chin on the top of your head.

"I'm happy to be back. Thank you Yn, for everything". She says in a whisper, which you wouldn't hear if she wasn't so close to you. But you did, and it makes your heart melt inside of you. All the feeling you have for her are erupting like fireworks with every little affection she gives you. Now it's your turn to clear your throat. You break apart and you try to take a breath in, feeling like you weren't breathing at all.

You take a step back and let her put food on a plate. First she takes a generous bite straight out of the dish and moan at the taste. You feel the unholy thoughts flooding your mind after hearing this sound, and you have to use all your mental power to stop them.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." You can't stop smiling, you never want to stop smiling because of her. You will make your famous lasagna everyday if that will make her happy, you just want to see her happy.

"Are you kidding? Of course I do, it's my favorite! Oh Yn, have you seen...."

"Nat!" You hear a scream behind you interrupting Natsahas question and you don't dare to turn around, as long as you want it can still last. Just a second longer, just one second longer in this beautiful dream. You are begging for it to last just a little longer.

"Detka! I missed you so much." In this one second from these few words, it breaks.... all you feel is pain when you see their bodies collide in a way yours never will. You can't take your eyes off them as they kiss, starved of each other, missing each others touch. You look at Wanda having your whole world in her arms and you die inside, your heart breaks and the pain make it impossible for you to breathe. You watch them as they watch each other, nothing else around matters anymore because they are together. You don't matter anymore, you never mattered, not this way.

As the slowly let go of each other you wipe the one tear that you weren't able to stop and put the fakest smile that you can, just in time for both of them look at you.

"Hey Yn. Thank you for taking care of my girl" Wanda say with her hand on Natashas waist, not knowing how much pain it cost you.

"Of course, thats what friends are for. I thought you could use an evening together." At this point you are really good at telling lies. You told a million of them to survive, it didn't make it easier for you either way. But what choice do you have? It's either that or losing her forever. You want... no, you need to have her in any way you can, but the amount of love that you have for Natasha turns into overwhelming pain, that it's always with you.

"Thank you again Yn, we are gonna take it to our room, I need to lie down." Nat's voice bring your eyes back at them, after you tried to find shelter on the floor tiles.

"Yeah sure, of course I was going to the gym so I hope you guys have nice evening." You send them one last smile, trying as fast as you can finish this conversation, before completely breaking down.

"Kind of late. Is everything okay?" Wanda asks you and her voice is full of tenderness. She was always an amazing friend to you, and you feel sick to your stomach knowing that you have for her girlfriend. You need to stop this and you need to do it now.

"Yeah, I just missed my workout today. I'm gonna go. Goodnight." You don't wait for them to answer back. You turn around and as fast as you can and go out of the kitchen, while your eyes are threatening to let go and spill all the pain out. You hear a faint "Goodnight" behind you as you turn around the corner, crashing your back to the cold wall. You break down crying, not able to hold back any longer. With your shaking hand on your mouth you try to stop all the noises that might come out. You slowly lower yourself to the floor with your knees close to your chest. You are hyperventilating and start panicking.

"Stop.... stop, god, please stop it...." You beg, not really sure who or for what. You just want it to end, but you know that if you want to stop feeling pain you have to stop feeling the love towards her. Unlearning the love for her is impossible, you know.. you tried. So you sit on a cold floor surrounded by silence, hating yourself for loving her, and you break your heart over and over again. You just want to see her happy, you just want her to be happy as.... as she is right now.... without you. The pain consumes you, and once again you are all alone, left in pieces that no one will pick up for you and you have to live with that.

[kaimelia]

my people

a/n: wow, I can’t believe kaimelia never went to the dinner party last night! well, here’s something I’d started before the episode, basically a between 18x17 and 18x18 fic. I hope you enjoy it!

"Hey," Amelia smiled, her face softening at the sight of Kai on her screen.

"Hi," they chuckled, stirring something in a pot on their stove. "How was your day?"

"It was okay," she sighed, pulling pajamas out of her dresser. "Long, boring, just the typical. Is it bad if I want there to be some huge trauma that happens near here?"

"I would not say that to anyone who isn't a doctor." They raised their eyebrows, setting down the spoon they had used to stir. "Or just phrase is as you just want to be able to help people." They wiped their hands.

"I want to cut into a ton of brains," she muttered. "What are you making?"

"Just some pasta. I got back here later than I planned, and I'm just about ready to crash into bed." They grinned as Amelia pulled her shirt over her head and grabbed her pajama top. "Although, I'd stay up if you are."

"What is it, midnight there?" Kai nodded. "You need to sleep."

"Food first, Shepherd."

"How was the lab today?"

"Pretty slow, but I think Hamilton's catching onto that. Don't be surprised if he starts begging you to spend a week here or something."

"You should come visit me here soon," she whispered, laying her head on her pillow. "We can brainstorm here."

"You miss me that much, huh?"

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." A moment of silence passed as Kai strained their past and pulled out a bowl. "Are you busy this weekend?"

"Mm, I have a show Friday night, but that's the only thing that can't be changed." They grabbed a fork. "Should I start looking at plane tickets?"

"We're having a dinner party for Nick. Some people from the hospital, Mer, Maggie, Winston; just our little circle here. You could fly out on Saturday and stay a night."

"Are you working on Monday?" She shook her head. "Could go absolutely crazy and stay for two nights."

"I have Scout on Monday, so I don't think you want to stay for that." They frowned.

"What makes you think that?"

"The whole, I don't want any kids of my own thing." She sat up in bed and shrugged. "If I'm wrong, feel free to let me know."

"Well," they covered their hand as they chewed, waiting a moment more to speak, "one day with Scout is not going to kill me, and it's also a day with you. He is a part of your life, a big one, and even though the idea of raising a child terrifies me, that's something that can change. And who knows if I'll even end up in that position, you know? I'm open to the path I'd planned for my life changing because I'd be lying if I said you haven't shifted it already." She smiled, leaning her head onto her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs. "So, if you and Atticus are both comfortable with it, spending a day getting ice cream and pushing a stroller doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world."

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning her head to the side. "I needed to hear that."

"As long as you deal with someone's Dad and get his permission," they opened their computer, "I'll start looking at flights."

"I will."

"Alright. I can get there Saturday at 10," they scrolled on their computer.

"Which gives us some time before we'll need to be at Mer's to help out." Amelia laid back down. "I can book us a hotel, and then we don't have to worry about other people in the house or being quiet," she sighed contently.

"Enlighten me as to what you have planned," they raised their eyebrows. "I can leave on Monday at 7 in the evening."

"That gives us almost 60 hours here. You'll meet my family, my people, and then a day of quiet-"

"You're not that quiet, Shepherd," they closed their computer.

"I can be quiet," she pouted and rolled her eyes.

"I'll believe it when I see it, because I'm all booked."

"That was quick."

"That's what happens when the airline has all of your information saved from previous bookings." They ate the last of their pasta and brought their bowl to their sink. "Am I allowed to bring toys to bribe Scout into liking me?"

"As long as it's nothing purple. He hates the color purple right now," she grinned. "All of his purple toys are currently hidden under my bed."

"Mm, my nephew has hated the color red since he was 3, so I get it." They chuckled as Amelia yawned and pulled her blanket up. "It's your bedtime," they teased.

"I need to start resting up for this weekend." Her eyes began to close, and she blinked quickly. "I can't wait to see you."

"What's got you being all sentimental?"

"I was talking about you today," she covered her mouth with the blanket. "With Teddy, Leo's Mom," Kai nodded. "And just thinking about how I've felt more like myself these past few months than I have in a long time. And I want you here in Seattle because I have all of these incredible people around me here, and I," her voice trailed off as her brain ran over the words threatening to spill out of her mouth. "I want you to meet them. You're important to me, and so are they."

"I'd love to meet them. And, next time you're in Minnesota, I'll properly introduce you to my bandmates. They're my people here."

"That'd be nice," she smiled, and her eyes shut.

"You'll call me when you get off work tomorrow? I won't be able to talk for long because of my show, but it's better than nothing."

"Of course." She pursed her lips. "I'll see you on Saturday."

"Get some sleep," Kai laughed, waving their hand goodbye. "I'll see you on Saturday."

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Nine-pt1) (Final)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 13.6k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, protected sex, jealous!oc, sensual touching, dry humping, oral (female rec.) face riding

Notes: The end is finally here! But no worries I will most likely do drabbles for you guys:) Thank you SO much for reading this story and sending so many loving comments. Enjoy this last chapter of ‘Always You’ and feel free to send me an ask to chat about the story, I LOVE talking with ya’ll!

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December

Jungkook stares into his bathroom mirror and sees and feels nothing, absolutely nothing. He looks into his eyes and see nothing behind them. He tries to smile, but falls short. Does this have anything to do with the fact he told you he loves you but you completely misunderstood him? Yup, it probably has everything to do with that.

But Jungkook also feels like shit. He let his feelings become too overwhelming in the moment that he totally and completely forgot he has a girlfriend. So, he is almost glad that you most definitely thought he was just telling you he loves you like one normal friend to another instead of him confessing his deep and passionate feelings towards you. Yup, totally glad.

So, now he looks into the mirror and actually does see and feel something: Shame. Guilt.

And regret. Regret is written all over his face. Not regret because he told you he loves you, no. Regret that he didn’t tell you 4 years ago how he feels. Even if you didn’t feel the same he thinks he should have had the courage, instead he slept with you like a fucking idiot. But that is something he can’t get himself to regret at all…he just can’t regret that amazing night he shared with you.

“Bro! You have been in there for like ever dude, I gotta take a piss!” Jungkook hears Nick from the other side of the door, his insistent banging going completely ignored by Jungkook.

“Seriously man, I will pee in the fucking sink!” Nick threatens and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah man, I’m coming.” He looks into the mirror one last time before taking one deep breath and turning towards the bathroom door.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Jungkook says as he opens the door with Nick already pushing past him.

“Fucking finally!” Nick doesn’t even bother to shut the door behind him as he quickly approaches the toilet to release himself.

Jungkook walks into his room and pulls out his phone as he sits on the edge of his bed. He goes through his message threads, his fingers hovering over your name when he gets to you.

It’s been a few weeks since the trip to your parent’s house. He had such an amazing time. That Saturday your mom cooked one of her famous homemade meals…something Jungkook hasn’t really had in years. Your dad would casually slip in the word ‘son’ in conversation, making Jungkook’s heart glow. You laughed and talked and cried and just looked so at home the entire time, like all your worries were vanishing.

He knows you’re struggling with what to do…but going abroad? Were you serious? You mentioned it to your parents too while there visiting and they loved the idea…making Jungkook’s heart sink. They just encouraged you more while you were there…telling you it was such a fun, and great idea and that it totally suits you. This only made you feel more motivated…Jungkook could see that.

Jungkook wants nothing but the best for you…he just wants you to be happy. Your happiness is his happiness but how could he survive if you left? How could he go a day without seeing you? Or worse…a week? A month? A whole fucking year? He went three months without you and he spiraled pretty bad.

Jungkook continues to sit here, his fingers right over your name and he clicks it.

Jungkook 8:14pm

I have a cold beer with your name on it

y/n 8:21pm

:( I cant hang tonight, sorry boo…im hanging with yoongs and tae. You can come by if youd like to?

Jungkook 8:22pm

No no its okay, you have fun :))

Jungkook brings his phone to his chest, right over his beating heart and he sighs out in frustration. Why can’t everything just be easy? Why is everything so complicated?

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“And I will be the youngest curator they’ve ever had at this museum!” Tae finishes proudly, cheering his wine glass with yours and Yoongi’s.

“That’s so amazing Tae.” You bring your glass back to your mouth and take a gulp in his honor.

“Proud of you, kid.” Yoongi smiles fondly at Taehyung and you can’t help but also feel very proud. Taehyung got offered the main curator position at the museum of art downtown and you three are at the record shops cozy corner celebrating.

“Anything else new going on?” Taehyung asks, he eyes both you and Yoongi. “Like, any new love interests? Job offers? Juicy drama? Literally anything.”

“Nothing from me.” You laugh, you and Taehyung look over at Yoongi who is sipping his wine with the biggest blush painted on his cheeks.

“Yoongi?” you pry. “Did something new happen with you?”

“Well…I wouldn’t really call it news.” He begins shyly, “But I maybe met someone.”

You and Taehyung share a look of shock and excitement.

“Wait dude, you mean like a romantic interest?” Taehyung asks, setting his glass down on the table.

“Yeah, like you have a crush on someone?” You smile at Yoongi and his blush deepens.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he admits, “But they’re really nice and have been coming in the store every week and we sort of just end up talking…and they asked for my number—”

“This is definitely a romantic interest!” Taehyung basically shouts. “Did you give it?”

“Yes…” Yoongi takes another sip of his wine, his eyes sliding to the side. “Did I mention they’re cute?”

“You in fact, did not mention that.” You say with a grin. “I’m happy for you Yoongs.”

“I think I’ll ask them out, what do you guys think?” Yoongi whispers.

“I think that’s a great idea man!” Taehyung basically shouts again and you laugh.

“I think I really admire you for going for it…” You sigh. You wish you had that kind of courage.

“You know…” Yoongi sets his wine glass down, and turns in his seat to face you, “It takes a lot of bravery to open up to someone…it takes a lot of strength to admit when you’re wrong and to admit when things aren’t going right. It takes real courage to open your heart to someone like, romantically. You’re like, the coolest human being in the world if you can do those things.” Yoongi folds his hands out in front of him, he bites his lip as he thinks.

“y/n…you don’t have to be some sort of super human.”

You tilt your head in confusion…you thought Yoongi was going to a place where he tells you to go for it too.

“You shouldn’t always be the one doing things. Others need to form the courage too. You’re worth it. You’re worth that risk…that you may not feel the same. Trust me, I would know.” He chuckles light heartedly. “I think he will come around.”

“I don’t know about that.” Taehyung cuts in. “I want to believe he will but…” Taehyung looks over at you with pity. “…He’s…” Taehyung doesn’t know what to say without spilling anything so he decides to let the words die on his tongue.

“To be honest with you guys…” You reach for your glass of wine and chug back the remainder of what’s in the glass rather quickly before slamming it back down on the table.

“New Year’s Eve.” You say. “Four years ago. Something happened. Something major, he…”

“Four years ago, New Year’s Eve?” Taehyung scrunches his brows together as he tilts his head. “Wait something happened between you two?” you only nod your head at Taehyung’s question.

“Did Jungkook say what he wanted to say?” Taehyung asks with big eyes, completely shocked, this is news to him. But now it’s your turn to tilt your head in confusion.

“Say what he wants to say? What are you talking about?”

“Huh? Uh,” Taehyung guesses it’s not what he’s thinking. “It’s nothing. So what happened?”

“We slept together.” You blurt out quickly, giving yourself no time to regret it.

You hear Yoongi chuckle from beside you and you snap your head in his direction.

“What? What’s so funny?” you ask.

“You thought I didn’t already assume that? That you two haven’t already slept together?”

“Damn,” you say, “Observant as usual.”

“WAIT WHAT?” Taehyung sputters out, quite fucking loudly.

You guess Taehyung isn’t as observant.

“We got kind of drunk, kissed at midnight and went back to his dorm and you know…”

Realization hits Taehyung hard. When Jungkook was pissed about the fact Taehyung slept with you it wasn’t just because he was some heroic friend. It was also because Jungkook has already had you and he knows he doesn’t like to share. Fuck.

“Holy fuck, y/n.” Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, “Wait, and you guys didn’t talk about it after? Didn’t he have something to tell you perhaps?”

“What are you talking about? He totally brushed it off. So I got bitter and didn’t talk to him for a month. Now we just…I don’t know, we just…I feel like we are more than friends but less than lovers.”

“Makes total sense.” Yoongi adds, “You two are that but more than anything you two are complete and total idiots.” “Well, that we can agree on.” Taehyung grins.

~~~~~~

It’s the middle of December meaning it’s time to do your Christmas shopping! You, Trina and Holly are at the mall perusing around and trying to find the perfect gifts.

“Let’s do what we always do y/n.” Trina bumps her elbow into your side, with a smile on her face.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You respond.

“And what do you two always do?” Holly asks, feeling a little left out.

“Oh you know, we agree to no presents.” You say, “One less person to stress over, that’s our gift to each other.”

“Wow.” Holly deadpans, “You guys are so lame.”

“Or are we geniuses?” Trina asks with a grin, she walks closer to Holly and links arms with her, “But don’t worry Hol, I am getting you something.”

“Good.” Holly says, a shy smile making its way on her face.

“Me too!” you say trying to include yourself. “What would you like anyway? Just show me and I’ll buy it for you!”

“That takes out all the fun in gift giving.” Holly pouts, “It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

“Ah, fuck.” Trina spits out, “I suck at gift giving. Just tell us what you want.” She whines.

“No!” Holly laughs. “Look, I’ll be back.” She gestures towards her left, “I gotta use the bathroom.” She waves at you and Trina and walks away.

“Dude what am I going to get Holly?” Trina asks you, her frustration as clear as day. “It’s got to be special.” She adds in shyly. Special? Now’s your time to finally ask her what is up with her and Holly.

“Why special?”

“Oh you know.” Trina’s sheepish grin gives her away. “I don’t got to say it, when you know.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. “Oh!” you point towards the window of one of the stores to your right, “You see those mugs? Let’s go check them out.”

“What why?”

“Christmas gift.” You say simply.

You both walk towards the glass window and eye the mugs, there’s a whole bunch but there’s a mug with music notes all over it and you’re reminded of the record shop and your two friends. You walk inside and grab three of them. Yes, three matching mugs for you, Yoongi and Taehyung. Even though Taehyung doesn’t drink coffee, he can still put whatever beverage he wants inside.

You pay for the mugs and have them wrapped in Christmas paper! You got some of your first gifts done with! Now you need to find something for Jimin, Jungkook, Holly and your parents. Crap, should you get something for the rest of the boys too? You’ll be seeing them on New year’s…maybe you’ll get them all scarves. That’s easy.

Jimin is easy, you know he’s been eyeing this channel necklace for far too long and you happen to be able to afford it for him. Jungkook isn’t easy at all. So you go with something simple, a new pair of chunky black boots that he’s been talking about for months. Your mom gets a necklace with her birth flower and your dad gets tickets to his favorite sports team…cheap tickets, sorry to your dad. Holly loves penguins so you find a cute penguin pin for her purse, you think she will love it.

Shopping takes almost the whole day, you, Trina and Holly are seated in the malls food court sipping on a smoothie.

“I am so freaking tired.” Holly leans her head on Trina’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Me too, girl, me too.” You respond. “But Christmas is soon!”

“Are you guys excited about going home?” you ask.

“Yeah, my parents promised they would take me ice skating like when I was a kid.” Trina chuckles.

“I’m excited too! What about you y/n?” Holly lifts her head from Trina. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Going home, of course. I’m bringing Jungkook with me.” You admit with a soft smile, “My mom and dad love him, they practically beg me every week on the phone that I bring him.”

“You guys are such a couple.” Trina rolls her eyes playfully.

“We’re best friends! He doesn’t have parents to spend it with so he’s coming with me, is that such a crime?” you say lightly.

“No, no. Of course not.” Trina rolls her eyes again. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys get together during your trip.”

“Need I remind you he has a girlfriend?”

~~~~~~~~

Jungkook slides his dick in and out of Vanessa as she clenches around him, he holds her body up as he fucks her from behind. He’s been at it for a while but…

“I’m going to come!” She moans out, “Please tell me you’re close!”

“I—I” Jungkook tries fucking her faster and harder as she comes undone. But Jungkook is still trying, he’s fucking struggling. He screws his eyes shut and thrusts into Vanessa at a fast and hard rate but nothing is working.

“Sorry…sorry.” Jungkook begins to slow down, “I can’t. I just can’t” He admits, totally defeated. He’s tired. He eventually comes to a stop, and pulls out.

“I’m sorry Vanessa.” He says quietly, “It’s not you, I promise.” His voice is hoarse.

Vanessa stands and walks to the bathroom to clean herself up, when she returns she sees Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants back on.

“It’s okay, Jungkookie.” Vanessa’s smooth voice doesn’t waver as she speaks, “It happens.”

Jungkook runs his hands down his tired face before looking up at Vanessa, his eyes slightly watery.

“This isn’t fair for you, I should be able to fucking come.” He grits out. “At the fucking least.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“How are you so calm about this? Hm?”

Vanessa sits on the edge of the bed next to Jungkook, she breathes in and out before raising her head to speak to him.

“He wants to get back together with me, you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at her words. She couldn’t be talking about her ex, could she?

“Vanessa—”

“It’s okay. I said I no. Somehow I feel okay.” She smiles at him, it isn’t one of those coy or secretive smiles she mostly hands out but a real genuine smile.

“I think I just feel good that he wants me again but now I have the upper hand, you know? I’m the one with power.”

“You told him no?”

“And not even because I am supposed to be your girlfriend…but because I decided I need to respect myself. You’re right…what I was doing…it wasn’t healthy.” She admits, she shakes her head to rid herself of her bangs that keep falling in her eyes.

“I…I’m proud of you.”

“I want to be proud of you too.” She whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” she says quietly, “You’ll see eventually.”

“What does that me—”

“Let’s take a small break.” Vanessa tilts her head to get a quick look at him, “Just until New Year’s.”

“Vanessa—”

“We just need some time to like, miss each other? You know?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “You mean, break up?”

“Just a break. But technically yes, we aren’t together in the meantime.”

“Why?” Jungkook stands up, “We can make this work Vanessa.”

“Please stop.” Vanessa says more sternly. “It’s what I want. Just until New Year’s.”

Jungkook paces back and forth with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He doesn’t understand why she wants this? Because he couldn’t come? All because of that? He stops pacing to stare at her and she’s already looking up at him with a sickingly sweet smile.

“Fine.” He says. “If that’s—that’s what you want.” He clears his throat and tries smiling for her, she all but nods her head.

~~~~~~~

“You ready?” you ask Jungkook when he walks up to your car. You came to pick him up, insisting that you drive this time.

“Yeah.” Jungkook shows you his bunny grin and you melt, you love that smile of his. He sets his bag in the backseat and walks over to the passenger door and sits down inside.

“I’m excited to spend Christmas with you and your family.”

“Oh, it’s going to be a handful. You’ll be meeting my grandma, some aunts and uncles and some cousins of mine.”

“And I cannot wait.” He repeats. “Do you have my Christmas present here in the car?” he smiles cheekily, “Just give it to me now.”

“Yeah, right. You have to wait until tomorrow dummy!”

“Hey, don’t call me a dummy.” Jungkook pouts. He leans back in the passenger’s seat and closes his eyes.

“Hey, you’re not thinking of taking a nap are you?” You reverse your car out of the parking spot at his apartment.

“Maybe.” Jungkook snickers from beside you, “If you don’t want me falling asleep, tell me something interesting.”

“I think I want to work on getting a TEFL.” You blurt out, “To you know, teach.”

Jungkook’s eyes stay shut as he processes your words, he thinks to himself carefully—he can’t react negatively. He can’t.

“That’s nice, y/n.” He settles for. “You’ll like it.”

“That’s it?” you twist your head to look in his direction, he opens his eyes and stares at you for a few moments.

“Eyes on the road.” Jungkook closes his eyes again.

“Jungkook…you aren’t sad I might be moving away for like, at least a year?” You grip the steering wheel tighter, “You know I would be leaving right?”

“What do you want me to say y/n?” Jungkook opens his eyes and leans forward, “Want me to tell you no? That you aren’t allowed to leave?”

“Well…no. But you could act like you care a little.” You whisper out in pout.

“I do care.” Jungkook huffs, “But I just want you to do whatever makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Jungkook quirks a brow and smiles, “So, you want to do me?”

“Gross,” you reach over and hit his arm. “You know what I mean. I just…I mean I value your opinion.”

Jungkook’s smile begins to fade as he stares at the cars floorboard. He zones out for a few moments, not entirely sure what to say. While it is true he wants you to do whatever makes you happy he also doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

“Do what’s best for you baby.” He all but whispers. “I will believe in you and support you no matter what.”

“I guess I’ll take that for now.” You whine. “How’s work going for you?”

“It’s good.” Jungkook’s eyes light up, “The director is letting me edit some pretty important scenes.” He gushes. “I brought my work stuff so I can show you over the next couple of days.”

“Yeah? That sounds exciting Jungkook!”

You finally merge on the high way for your few hour trip, you got your ‘Chillin’ playlist on and a few snacks on hand. You and Jungkook chit chat every so often but you mostly jam to the music.

“Let’s listen to Disney radio station!” You hand Jungkook your phone, “Hurry, put it.”

Jungkook takes your phone with a grin and selects the Disney option on pandora, the first song to come on is Lion King’s ‘Hakuna Matata’. You and Jungkook sing your hearts out, smiling, giggling and belting out the notes.

A couple hours pass like this, your throat getting admittedly sore. But Jungkook on the other hand is still going strong, he is singing all the parts in ‘Kiss the Girl’ with such passion…you can’t help but chuckle as you listen to him.

“Phew, I am worn out!” you say, laughing. “But I see you can keep going?” you turn the volume down.

“Oh, we can switch it up…but to answer the question you know I can keep going.” He winks. And you know he meant that innocently but you can’t help but blush.

“Right.” You hand him your phone again, “Our trip is almost over…you can just put on a playlist.”

“Are you excited to see your parents again?”

“Well, I just saw them last month…but yes.” You admit, “Being home is always nice. My parents have been bothering me for weeks making sure you are actually coming with me for Christmas.” You chuckle, “They’ll be glad to see you.”

Jungkook grabs a hold of his ears in excitement, you can tell he’s genuinely happy as he sits here and smiles that smile.

“I’m glad to see them too. And I am excited to meet more of your family.”

“There will probably be misunderstandings…but don’t worry, I will make it clear we are just friends.” You nod your head as you speak. Jungkook just shrugs in response, just fucking shrugs.

“Isn’t that your house up there on the corner?” Jungkook points forward towards the house.

“Yup.”

When you pull into the driveway your parents are making their way outside, they smile at you and you wave from inside your car. You turn it off and turn to face Jungkook.

“You ready?”

“Yes.” He grins.

You step out of your car and your mom and dad are rushing to bring you in for a hug, they hold you close and you feel yourself feeling right at home. You begin to pull away and head towards the backseat when your mom grabs your arm,

“You two can get your things later—before bed, before bed.” She guides you towards the house, “And hello, Jungkook.” She smiles widely, “So nice you are here again! Let’s go see everyone!”

“Yes mam.” Jungkook says with a small smile, he walks forward and shakes hands with your dad.

“Nice to see you again, son.”

“Yes sir, you too.”

“Stop being so formal!” you look back at him, teasing. You and your mom walk to the front door, waiting for your dad and Jungkook to catch up.

The four of you enter the house, it smells like pie and cookies and warmth and you know, like Christmas. You hear the chitter chatter of your relatives filling the house and you want to smile. You can hear your cousins gossiping in the kitchen, you hear their children playing in the backyard (The back door is open), you hear your grandma snoring on your dads recliner, while your aunt and uncle quietly talk on the other sofas. You hear what it’s like to feel at home.

“Look who is here, everyone!” Your mom announces obnoxiously. “It’s y/n and Jungkook!”

First your aunt and uncle’s attention are caught, they nod your way with smiles on their faces and you head over to the sofas to hug them each. Your grandma stays snoring on the recliner and you giggle, classic grandma.

Next, your cousins are coming in from kitchen. Three of them to be exact, Daniel and his wife Larissa and your other cousin who is your age Manny. Daniel and Larissa have 3 beautiful children who are playing in the back, you can hear their giggles from inside. Manny is much shorter than you, she’s petite and curvy and really, really pretty. You go in to hug her first, she wraps her arms around you loosely.

“y/n!” she yells excitedly, “It’s been since last Christmas right?!” she asks, still holding on to you.

“Something like that.” You giggle, “Hi Daniel, Larissa.” You go in to hug them as well.

“Guys this is Jungkook.” You finally introduce the awkward boy, he stands here swaying from side to side waiting to meet everyone. He bows his head in greeting and everyone says their hello’s. All except sleeping grandma.

“Well, hello.” Manny smiles at Jungkook, “I didn’t even see you there, which is crazy because you’re like crazy hot—”

“Okay, Manny.” You try cutting in early enough, but are a bit late.

“Oh?” Jungkook eyebrows climb to up his forehead as he looks at Manny.

“I’m Manny.” She winks, “ You must be y/n’s friend, I presume?”

“Uh…”

“y/n!!!!” Your grandma comes up to you all, her sweet perfume filling the air around you. “You’re here, sweetie.”

“Grandma!” you lean in and hug her frail body, she smells like she always has your whole entire life, sweet.

“And this must be your boyfriend, Jungkook? I have heard so much about you, dear.” Your grandmas opens her arms, signaling Jungkook to lean in and hug her—which he does.

“Actually grandma—”

“You finally have a nice boyfriend, your parents have told me all about him.” she winks, “I am so happy for you sweetie, I think I can finally rest easy.”

“Rest easy?” you question, “No grandma you are mis—”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles at your grandma and she cheeses hard.

“You can call me grandma, dear.” She pats his back lovingly, “I want to hear all about you two. Shall we drink some tea together?”

“Boyfriend?” Manny asks, confused. “I didn’t know you guys started dating?”

“We aren’t—”

“Its new.” Jungkook cuts in. He slides his arm around your waist and you audibly gasp.

“What’s new?” Your mom walks up to you all.

“They’re dating.” Manny says, looking unimpressed.

“WHAT! Darling, get in here!” She calls your dad over, “Jungkook and y/n are together, together!”

“No we are—” you try cutting in but you feel Jungkook dig his fingers into your waist.

“THEY’RE TOGETHER?!” Your dad yells out, his excitement clear as day. You stand here confused as hell as your whole family starts congratulating you two.

“Wait, wait.” You try getting out but Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear.

“We can’t disappoint grandma.” He says softly.

~~~~~~

“I met my Roy at a party too.” Your grandma says between sips, she holds her tea in front of her face as she reminisces.

“Was it love at first sight?” Your grandma asks, wiggling her brows. “Me and my Roy didn’t get together for quite some time so I don’t think it was love at first sight for us…when did you know?”

“Grandma…” you begin, “Can we talk about something else?” you beg.

“I knew only a few months later.” Jungkook admits shyly, he smiles at your grandma while bringing his tea cup to his lips. “I knew no one could take y/n’s spot. But I was content with being friends.”

Your eyes grow in size, his confession warming you up. You know it’s all for show but you can’t help what it does to you.

“I also knew after a few months.” You say quietly.

“Oh, how lovely!” Your grandma claps her hands together softly, “And now here you are! Jungkook…” Your grandma sets down her tea cup and looks over at Jungkook. “I trust you will take care of y/n no matter what, right?”

“No matter what.” He says quickly. “She takes care of me too.”

“And how does she do that?” Your grandma raises a drawn on brow.

“She is always there for me…she always tries to understand me even when I am in the wrong…she always tries to get to know me like she doesn’t already know everything,” he chuckles, “She always hugs me when I need it.” Jungkook looks at you with a soft smile, “She really loves me and I can feel it.” Then his mouth falls open and his eyes expand a little, “Do you… love me y/n? Like—”

“Okay, that’s enough about us babe,” you cut him off, “When did you get in town grandma?”

“Oh, just last night.” She mumbles, “I—”

“So,” Manny comes into the kitchen, her v neck lower than it was 20 minutes ago, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “What do you do Jungkook?” she leans down into his space, one hand squeezing his bicep as she asks her question.

“Um, I work as an editor for a film company.” His eyes shift to you and you roll your eyes again. “What about you?”

“Oh? Me? I work at a marketing firm. Was hoping to see y/n there.” She smiles at you. “But guess she didn’t apply? Maybe?”

“I didn’t get hired.” You state plainly. “But I didn’t want to work there anyway.” You grip your thigh in annoyance.

“y/n is probably too good for that company anyway.” Jungkook says, his hand reaches for yours and you relax a little bit.

“Right.” Manny nods her head exaggeratedly, “That’s got to be it…” she winks at you and you give a half ass smile.

“So Jungkook…” she finally takes a seat next to him, her hand still on his arm. “Film, huh? That’s soo cool. What do you do in your spare time?” she squeezes his bicep again, “Besides working out, of course.” She laughs.

Jungkook looks at you in panic, his eyes shifting from yours to his arm and you just roll your eyes.

“Manny.” You cut in, “How’s Luis?”

“Oh, we broke up.” She says smiling at Jungkook. “Nothing to worry about it.”

“And what’s to worry about,” you lean over and detach her fingers from Jungkook’s arm. “Hm?”

“Oh nothing.” Manny shakes her head.

“Manny, did you ever take my things out of the drier?” Your grandma speaks up, “Please put them in my room if you haven’t already.”

“Speaking of rooms.” Your mom and dad walk into the kitchen, their hands joined together.

“What?” you ask.

“Grandma is in Jungkook’s room. So Jungkook will have to stay in your room with you.” She says nonchalantly.

“Hm? Okay.” You shrug while Jungkook’s eyes widen just slightly. “Where are aunt and uncle sleeping? And Daniel and the rest? “Oh, we got a hotel.” Manny says, “Which sucks because it would have been fun to have a little slumber party.” She says in pout. You give her a tight smile and nod.

“Sure.” You get out, “Guess it’s just me and Jungkook for the slumber party.” You wink at her and Jungkook laughs as he squeezes your hand.

“Can’t wait baby.”

“Oh, you guys are gross.” Manny gags, “We get it.”

“Yeah, behave.” Your mom gives you a pointed look, “You’re still in your parent’s house.”

“Sorry, sorry. We’re just messing around.” You wave your hand, “Also, I can get your things from the drier grandma, I am going upstairs anyway to change.”

“Thank you sweetie.”

You let go of Jungkook’s hand as you stand up, he looks up at you in panic. You’re leaving him here with Manny?! He’s not stupid, this girl is clearly not caring about the whole boyfriend thing but he doesn’t want to make a scene by saying something to her.

“I’ll go with you.” Jungkook rushes to say earning strange looks from your parents. “Be—because I should bring up our bags from the car.”

“Ah, yes! That’s true, that’s true.” Your mom nods her head in agreeance, “You two go.”

Upstairs is much quieter, Jungkook thinks to himself. Just the background noise of muffled voices and occasional laughter. You two are in your childhood bedroom with both of your bags on your small bed. You are digging through your own luggage when you hear Jungkook clear his voice.

“What’s up?” you don’t look up to see him, you continue digging into your bag for some sleep shorts and a t shirt.

“This bed is tiny.” Jungkook groans, “How are we going to sleep on it?”

“I suppose one of us could make a palette on the flo—”

“—No.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I just mean, you’ll have to sleep super close to me.”

“That doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you suddenly?” you grab the small shorts from your bag and set them on the bed.

“W-What? No…” he admits shyly, his teeth on full display at he smiles at his own bag. “I was just saying.”

“Will Vanessa not like it?” you whisper as you find the t shirt. “Because—”

“Actually we—”

“—ask her?”

“No, it’s fine. Trust me.” Jungkook brings out his own change of clothes and stands here awkwardly, not knowing where to go.

“I do trust you.” You breathe out, “We can just turn around and change.” You offer, already spinning on your heels and lifting your sweater over your head. Jungkook continues to stare at you until he’s hit with realization. He quickly turns around and starts changing as well.

“You sure let Manny touch you however she pleases.” You spit out quietly. Jungkook freezes mid shirt lift, his eyes growing in panic.

“It’s not that I was letting her…I just…I didn’t know what to do…I’m sorry—”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes even though he cannot see. “I’m just—it’s my fault. Me and Manny grew up together. The boy she liked in high school liked me…and ever since then she’s always…” you wiggle into your sleep shorts, slipping the material over your ass.

“Oh, I get it.” Jungkook slips on a new t shirt, “I’m done. Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

You both turn around, smiling sheepishly at one another. He’s wearing black sweats with a plain white t shirt and you in your sleep shorts you always use to wear around the apartment that use to drive Jungkook wild and one of his black t shirts.

“Hey, that’s mine.” He pouts, pointing at the shirt you’re wearing.

“Mine now.” You poke your tongue out. Jungkook pretends to reach over the bed to grab your tongue which makes you laugh.

“Don’t let Manny touch you again.” You blurt out, “I don’t like it.”

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at you, he begins walking to the other side of the bed until he’s standing in front of you.

“Why don’t you like it?” he asks softly.

“It’s annoying to look at it.”

“It irritates you to see another girl touch me?”

“It’s irritating when that girl is my cousin.”

“Why does it matter who it is specifically?” Jungkook steps closer to you, he pushes his hands in his sweat pockets.

“I don’t want you to fuck my cousin, Jungkook. Sue me.” Your straightforwardness makes Jungkook chuckle.

“I wouldn’t fuck your cousin, y/n.”

“Yeah, because you have Vanessa.” You remind him.

“Actually we—”

“—we should head back downstairs.” You try pushing past him but he catches your wrist.

“Tell me why it irritates you so much.”

“I just don’t like it, Jungkook.” You huff.

“Are you perhaps jealous?” Jungkook lowers your wrist, but he doesn’t let go.

“Why would I be jealous?” You yank your wrist from his hold and push past him, walking towards your bedroom door. “Come on.”

You basically told him you weren’t jealous but why did it have to happen that when teams were being chosen for this game night, Jungkook and Manny would get paired together.

The universe is laughing at you. Manny is…shameless. She has no problem flirting with someone else’s man…you’re no exception. You can tell Jungkook is slightly uncomfortable and not really enjoying the attention but still, somehow you are fuming. It’s not like he’s being exceptionally nice to her, he’s just not being standoffish enough to your liking.

“Oh, Jungkook!” Manny giggles for no reason, she leans into Jungkook’s space, just laughing away while sit you here and watch. He chuckles awkwardly, his hands messing with the playing cards in front of him. You hate this view. You thought any view with Jungkook would be a nice one, but you were wrong. Watching your cousin fawn over him like this is making you angry as fuck. As it should, right? Jungkook is your boyfriend! Well—not actually. But still! As far as Manny is concerned, Jungkook is your man, and she needs to back off.

“Manny, could you maybe give my boyfriend some space.” You snap, your voice cutting in through your family’s chatter. The room quiets down and all eyes are on you.

Manny looks all around the room, red creeping on her cheeks as she sits here, embarrassed. She opens her mouth to speak when you hold up a hand to stop her. Then you use that hand to gesture towards their bodies,

“He’s clearly uncomfortable that you are sitting so close, and frankly, I am too.”

“y/n…”

“And he’s too nice to say anything.” Your cold eyes look at her then they slide to Jungkook, “Which is something you need to work on babe.”

“I am not even sitting that close, jeez, you are as dramatic as ever.” Manny tries to roll her eyes, while subtlety scooting away. “And really? You try to call me out in front of everyone?”

“Oh? Should we talk in private then?”

“y/n.” this time the one saying your name is Jungkook. “Maybe we should go to sleep. Start new tomorrow, huh?” The tension between you and Manny too much for him to handle right now, especially in front of everyone.

“I think that’s a great idea.” It’s grandma. “It’s way past my bedtime too.”

“I think your aunt and uncle were just talking about how it’s almost time to leave too. Perfect timing!” Your mom chimes in, “Let’s all say goodnight.”

You don’t say anything to Jungkook as you peel back the baby pink duvet on your bed, you just stare down at your twin mattress with hard eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You continue to stay silent as you slip under the covers, scooting all the way towards the edge of the bed as far as you possibly can.

“y/n…” Jungkook pats in the last of his facial moisturizer into his skin, “I asked if you’re okay?” his back is facing you as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing his moisturizer back in his bag. “It was interesting,” (Hot.) “To see you all…protective,” (Jealous.) “Tonight.”

“I’m going to sleep.” You are laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling fan. “I don’t feel like talking tonight.”

Jungkook lays down next to you, his body so freaking close. He lays on his side, facing you. His right arm going under his head, trying his hardest to get comfortable in such close quarters.

“No talking, but maybe cuddling?” Jungkook whispers, and you of course hear it clear as day because he is so fucking close to you.

“Call me crazy but I don’t feel like cuddling with a guy who can’t even tell another girl to fuck off.” You shut your eyes. “Not in the mood.”

Jungkook blinks a few times, your words sinking in. You’re kind of right, he should of said something too but he didn’t know what to say. It’s your cousin! In front of your family! And he tried his hardest to lean away from Manny as much as possible.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re right. I should have said something.” His left hand reaches out to grab your hand that rests on top of your stomach.

“Yeah, you should have. But now I’m the asshole who called her out in front of everyone.”

Jungkook remembers it, and he darkly chuckles.

“Yeah, and it was hot.” He admits, making you open your eyes as you snap your head towards him.

“You think me being crazy jealous was hot?” you give him a look like he’s crazy.

“So you are jealous?” Jungkook smirks, “But I don’t see it that way. I see it as being protective over what’s yours.”

“So, you’re mine?” you turn to lean on your side, your body bumping into his. “At least until the end of this trip right?” you laugh, “I can’t believe you just don’t want to disappoint grandma.”

“At least until the end of this trip.” Jungkook leans his head closer to yours, “You finally brought home a boyfriend.” He grins as his forehead slightly bumps into yours.

What does Jungkook mean at least? And why does he always become closer and closer to you?

If you were to lift your head up at all, his lips would be dangerously close to yours.

“Jeez, how many fake boyfriends am I going to have this year?” you joke, keeping your head down, “I really got to find a real one by now.”

“I know the room is dark,” Jungkook begins, “But I still want to see your eyes when we talk.”

“Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk?”

“y/n…” Jungkook whines, “You’re still mad at me?”

“Not really, it’s not your fault. I’m just still pissed at the situation.” You admit quite easily. “It’s honestly so disrespectful of her. You’re my boyfriend. You’re my man. You’re mine.”

Jungkook’s hand settles over your waist, he grabs on and brings you in closer to his body. He inhales you, taking in your scent. You smell so good to him, he could inhale you forever. Your words echo in his mind as he snuggles you closer. Your man? His heart races faster and faster as the echo gets louder.

“I’m yours, hm?” he runs his fingers down your side, starting from your shoulder until the top of your hip bone. “Does that make you mine?” He breathes out, “Are you mine baby?” his fingers dance over your hips, your shirt and shorts separating his fingers from touching your warm skin.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out, closing your eyes from his gentle touch.

“Do I though?” Jungkook’s hand lingers over your hips, until he is playing with the end of your shirt.

“Let me touch your skin.” He softly begs, “It’ll feel nice.”

Your eyes open in surprise, what skin? Where will he be touching?

“Innocent, I swear.” Jungkook adds, “Just want to make you feel nice.”

“Isn’t that weird?” you finally ask.

“I don’t think so.”

“Fine.” You close your eyes again, “Touch me.”

Jungkook bites his lips when you give him the green light, he wasn’t expecting you to agree so quickly. Because what if it is weird? He just wants to touch your skin, no harm done. Jungkook leans up on his arms and tugs at the bottom of your shirt,

“I am going to slide this up a bit, okay?” he asks and you nod your head but you hear him chuckle.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, your eyes still closed.

Jungkook takes the material between his fingers and begins to slowly, very slowly ride the shirt up. His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark, where he can see you just enough. The shirt slides up your body, exposing your skin inch by inch. He gulps.

He lifts the shirt up until your pretty blue bralette is showing itself, your breasts falling to the side giving you a good amount of cleavage. He gulps again.

When the shirt is all bunched up at your armpits, Jungkook lays back down on his side. The cold air that spins in circles thanks to the fan is causing your skin to get goosebumps, your stomach feeling extra sensitive.

“Touch me, Jungkook.” You softly command. “I want you to.”

Jungkook swallows hard at your straightforwardness. His hand slowly creeps up to your shoulder, his fingers brushing against the material of the t shirt before he’s lightly dragging his fingers down your side. His fingertips hit your exposed skin, he lightly glides them down, just barely touching you. When he reaches your hip bone he dances his fingers lower until they’re grazing your lower stomach. His touch is so light it’s got your breathing getting just a bit heavier. He repeats his action a few times, starting from your shoulder until his fingers glide across your bare stomach. He’s right, it does feel nice. Too nice, almost.

“How do my fingers feel?” He clears his throat, his voice nice and low. Your eyes shoot open at his question. This is all innocent, but why does that question feel so dirty?

“They feel so good.” You breathe out, “So good.”

Jungkook smiles and continues sliding his fingers over your lower stomach, causing you to release a long, shaky breath. His touch is so fucking good, his touch leaving a trail of fire. As his fingers lightly skid across your stomach he leaves behind such heat. His fingers finally glide up, they barely reach right under your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, his fingers so dangerously close to your tits and you want to smash your head on something. God, what it would feel like to have them being touched by his large hand.

Jungkook uses just his pointer finger to drag his finger down from the center of your lower chest until he’s passing your belly button, until he’s reaching your lower stomach again, his finger stopping at the drawstrings on your shorts.

You can’t help but release a long, quiet moan as his finger does that over and over. You clench your stomach muscles with each stroke of his fingers. Why does Jungkook have to make you feel so fucking good?

Jungkook feels himself getting hard against your thigh, but he doesn’t care to hide it. Touching your warm, soft skin feels so intimate and that moan you released? His cock needs to hear more. He grabs a hold of your hip, the material of the shorts in the way of your skin.

“Can I lower these a little?” he pants out. “Just a little.”

“Yes.” You feel your breaths getting heavier.

Jungkook slips his fingers under the shorts and slowly drags down the material over your hip, your panties sliding down as well. Jungkook grunts in approval, he thumbs your hip bone causing you to quietly whimper.

“You really like your hips and stomach to be touched.” He states.

“S-Sensitive.” You admit.

Jungkook massages the skin of your hip, very, very lightly. Almost like he isn’t touching you at all, like he’s just trying to tease you. And it’s working. You feel your breaths become more erratic. You keep your eyes closed as the light feeling of his fingertips begin to make you wet. You can’t help but slightly rotate your hips in circles as he touches you, and you can’t help but moan when he puts more pressure into his massage on your hip.

“You like that?” Jungkook breathes out, “Feel good?”

Your hips move faster underneath his electric touch, you start to become desperate, needing more. You finally open your eyes, Jungkook notices how dark and captivating they look. You reach forward until your own hand is at his shirt.

“Off.”

Jungkook looks at you, very confused. But he doesn’t waste another moment when he sits up and throws his shirt off.

“Good.” Your hands go to grope his chest. His strong muscles flex beneath your touch. You drag your hands down his chest until they stop at the waistband of his sweats, he throws his head back as you explore the front of his body.

“Want to touch you too.” You admit between harsh breaths.

Jungkook’s hand goes to the shirt bunched around your shoulders and tugs on it,

“Off too.” He guides you to sit up and he helps you take off your shirt. Your strappy bralette leaves almost nothing to the imagination, Jungkook thinks. The material is so very thin that he sees your hard nipples and he wants to brush his thumb over them. But he refrains.

“Much better.” Jungkook says in one breath. “Now lay down.”

You do as he says, this time you lay on your back instead of your side. You try breathing in and out normally but can’t help how irregular your breaths are.

“Jungkook.” You whine, “Touch me.”

“So needy.” Jungkook’s hand hovers over the top of your stomach, “My baby is so needy.” He whispers.

You reach up and caress Jungkook’s cheek, “I am.” You admit. Jungkook throws his head back, biting on his lip as he grins.

“Good girl.” His fingers lightly dance below your belly button and you whine. He glides his fingers lower and lower until they’re at your waistband.

“Going to pull these down…just a little.” His voice cracks as he stares down at you.

You nod your head and tell him yes over and over.

He drags the shorts just a bit lower, right before your pussy is exposed. His fingers lightly touch your new exposed skin, and you moan. The feeling getting you so worked up.

“I want to do the same to you.” You try say between your rough breathing. “Let me touch you, Jungkook.” Your hands go to his stomach, your touch anything but light as you drag your hands down with pressure. You reach the top of his waist band and begin pulling down until he’s catching your wrist.

“And what do you think you are doing?” Jungkook’s low, deep voice sends a shiver down your god damn spine.

“Innocent, I promise.” You mock, “Want to touch you too.”

“I think we have had enough,” he teases lightly, bringing his hand back to his own body. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Fine, cuddle me.” You say, annoyed. You turn to your other side, where your back is facing him.

“Fine by me. But…” He sinks down further into the covers to spoon you, one arm going beneath your head and the other pulling you in by the hips, “Remember what happens when we get in this position.” You feel his hard cock poke your ass and you moan out quietly.

“What happens?” you play dumb.

“4 years ago, you asked me to cuddle you like this because you wanted to get fucked.” he says easily and you choke on your spit. He’s referencing that night?

Jungkook is so lost in you, he doesn’t care anymore. He will bring up that night a million times if he has to. He loves you. And he’s starting to get real tired of the constant tension between you two. He pushes his hips into your ass, you feel how hard he is and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I also said this position makes me feel safe.” You play innocent as you bump your ass into his crotch.

“I make you feel safe?”

“You make me feel a lot of things.” You whimper, backing your ass further into his cock, it’s so hard and poking against you in such a way that drives you nuts.

Jungkook groans as he feels you circling your hips into his crotch. His hand goes to your hip and he squeezes tightly making you moan out.

“You got to be more quiet baby.” Jungkook warns softly, “We don’t want your parents or your grandmother thinking we are really having that ‘slumber party’.” He jokes.

“Then what are we having?”

“Just some innocent massages between friends.” He comments with a snicker.

“Oh? Is my ass massaging your dick so innocent?” you whine out, “I don’t really do this sort of thing with my other friends.” You keep your eyes screwed shut.

“It’s very innocent.” Jungkook teases, he begins lightly humping you. He pushes his cock further and further on your ass cheeks, he moans when you two find a rhythm. He remembers when he fucked you in this position, he remembers it well. How you sounded, how you smelled, how you felt. He memorized the feeling of you.

“Fuck, y/n…” Jungkook quietly groans out. He rocks his hips into you faster, and you hate everything. You want to touch yourself so bad. You want to slide your fingers down your shorts and rub your aching clit, you would like it even more if it was Jungkook’s fingers.

“Not fair…” you say in pout, arching your back.

“What’s not?” he pants.

“I want to feel good too…” you say, flipping to your other side, facing him. You scoot impossibly close until his cock is pressed against your lower stomach.

“Innocently, of course.” You throw a leg over his waist as your hands go to his chest to guide him to lay on his back. “Gonna make us both feel good.” Your eyes are glazed over in lust as you speak.

You straddle his hips and find the right placement in sitting down…his cock nice and snug between your clothed folds. You begin moving your hips until you have the right angle on your clit and you moan.

“Is this okay?” you breathe out and Jungkook nods his head quickly.

You begin rocking yourself against his clothed cock, he quietly whimpers at the feeling. Jungkook screws his eyes shut as his mouth falls open and wonderful panting leaves his lips. You watch him lose his composure as you hump him, you pick up the pace, becoming more and more desperate. Your clit is thanking you. ‘Thank you bitch’ it says.

“I—I can’t” Jungkook moans out, “I—I can’t do this.”

You immediately slow down, rejection sinking in. “What do you mean? You don’t want to do—”

“—I don’t want to do this with clothes on.” Jungkook groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “I need you naked. Fucking now.” He grits out.

You finally still as you process his words. Are you two about to fuck? Is this really a good idea? Again? But you are so far gone…you are so beyond horny that you are able to push your logical thinking to the side.

“Okay.” You look at him with lust filled eyes, “Take off my clothes.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he’s nodding his head so fucking fast it’s almost comical. He rushes to unclasp your bralette, your breasts bouncing as they are freed. He sits up, and you are graced with the sight of Jungkook’s mouth sucking on your tit. You arch your back, pushing your breast further into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the hardened nub. You throw your head back in pleasure, his hand giving your other breast all the attention it needs.

“Shorts, Jungkook.” You beg. “Take them off me.”

Jungkook detaches his self from your breast and looks up into your eyes and smirks,

“Say please, princess.”

“Fucking please, please.”

Jungkook’s hands quickly find their way to your shorts and your rise to your knees to help him slip them off your legs. Your panties go down with the shorts and Jungkook couldn’t be more pleased.

“Oh my god baby.” Jungkook stares at you with dark eyes, “Your wetness is literally dripping down your inner thighs. You are so fucking wet.” He comments and you smile shyly.

“You…” you begin to say.

“What about me?” he teases, his fingers grazing your inner thigh, he wipes some of your cum off your sensitive skin.

“You did this to me.”

“Yes I did baby. And I will take full responsibility.” He guides your body up his own, you follow his lead.

“Ride my face.” He commands as he lays back down, his hand in yours still guiding you when you stop abruptly.

“W—What?”

“Ride my face baby.” He tugs on your hand and you hesitantly make your way closer to him. You stop when you are hovering over his chest, knees on either side of his neck when you start to get shy.

“I’ve never…”

“Keep going,” his hands go to your hips and he’s guiding you further up until your pussy is hovering over his warm mouth.

“Now sit.”

“Jungkook—”

“I said, sit.”

And you do, you lower yourself over his mouth…you slam your eyes shut, feeling nervous. But then you are met with his wet, warm tongue. You stay still as he begins licking at you, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. You start to relax as the sensation fills you up, his tongue swirling around causing you to release a long, breathy moan. You can’t help but start to rock your hips back and forth…the feeling even more spectacular. You try to keep quiet, you really do. But Jungkook’s tongue is quite literally fucking you.

“Ah, Jungkook.” You throw your head back, your eyes rolling all around as you ride his face faster. You feel Jungkook moan into your pussy, making you whimper even more.

You don’t know how much time has passed but it does not matter. Jungkook shows no sign of stopping anytime soon, his tongue working to make you feel so fucking good. You ride his face even harder now, your thighs shaking as you squeeze around his head.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You pant out, “I think I’m going to—”

You rock your hips as fast as you can as you feel your orgasm approaching, Jungkook’s hands squeeze your ass cheeks. He encourages you to rock against him even harder as he guides your hips. His tongue is laid flat against your clit as you ride him faster, you can feel how close you are. You thighs shake and you feel your pussy clench around nothing as your orgasm hits you. It hits you so fucking hard, like a strong wind that’s knocked you over.

“Fuuuuuucckkk.” You squeeze your thighs together, probably crushing Jungkook’s head as you come. You breathe so fucking hard as you try to hurry to come down from your amazing orgasm, you struggle to rise to your knees, so Jungkook helps lift you a bit until you are rising from his mouth.

You inch backwards until you are hovering over his chest, when he makes you sit down. You open your eyes, and take a look at the man before you.

His entire face is glistening with your cum and he looks so fucking happy about it. He’s trying to catch his own breath as he eyes you, his entire face wet with your cum. He is fucking grinning at you.

“You did so amazing baby.” He breathes out.

“That was incredible.” You admit. “Want to…” you start off hesitantly, “Want to fuck my mouth?”

Jungkook slams his eyes shut, and takes a few deep breaths before he slowly opens his eyes again.

“No…We should get cleaned up and go to sleep. Don’t you think?” he asks softly.

“Go…to sleep?” you ask, disappointed. “Sure.” You say kind of detached. “If that’s what you want.”

~~~~~~

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

It’s the next morning and you are trying your hardest to sleep away from Jungkook. But the bed is so small making it almost impossible. You didn’t sleep at all. Which feels unfair because Jungkook is next to you snoring away with a lazy arm thrown over your waist.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

Jungkook has a girlfriend but you and him…oh my god you made Jungkook a cheater. You are the fucking worst. You let lust win in this dangerous game you two are playing, you let it win and shove it’s victory in your face. You hate yourself. You feel so fucking bad! Vanessa may not be your favorite person but cheating is never okay.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

You wonder if Jungkook will feel these things too as he wakes up…you wonder if he will feel worse. Jungkook is a lot of things but a cheater isn’t one of them. He’s always felt strongly about the subject because of his mom and dad. Will he be weird with you? Will he feel worse than you? Will he be able to forgive himself?

Suddenly, Jungkook’s light snores go quiet and his arm is tightening around your waist just the slightest. He’s awake. He begins pulling you in closer to his body and then you feel his lips on your neck. He leaves just an innocent peck and then you think he may be going back to sleep with how comfortable he’s getting.

“Let’s get up.” You break the silence in the room, “I can hear people downstairs.”

“Oh, good morning.” You feel him smile on your neck, “Why don’t we stay here for just a few minutes?”

Has he not processed what he’s done? Where is his shame? His guilt? His regret? You feel sick.

“We really should get up.” You repeat. “I’m hungry.” You detach yourself from his body and rise from the bed. You don’t even look at him as you grab a change of clothes and exit the room to head towards the bathroom.

Jungkook is left on the bed wondering what’s up with you? Are you feeling awkward after last night? He thought you might be in a good mood…considering your orgasm…but instead your mood seems to be sour.

“Great.” Jungkook mutters underneath his breath. He gets up too, going to his bag to change for the day. When he’s done, he grabs his toiletries and makes his way to the bathroom. He stands outside the door, softly knocking. You swing the door open with your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth when you usher him inside.

“I’m going to wash up too…” Jungkook warns. He sets his small toiletry bag on the bathroom counter and takes out his face wash, moisturizer and tooth brush.

You nod your head as you continue to brush your teeth, toothpaste foaming at the corner of your mouth.

“How do you feel this morning?” Jungkook tries to make decent conversation as he applies his face wash to his face.

You spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth, wiping your face dry with a towel.

“Fine.” You spit out. “Just fine.”

Jungkook washes his face with water, and pats his face dry with a small towel, just nodding his head. He feels awkward.

“I feel fine too…” He adds, trying to add more to the convo. “Do you think grandma heard us last night?” he asks.

“Let’s not talk about last night.” You snap, “Can’t you read a room?”

You grab your things and leave the bathroom, leaving Jungkook wondering what the hell he did to make you so mad. Did you hate it that much? Maybe in the past he would have thought that but now…he knows how much you liked it. Loved it even. Jungkook doesn’t feel as insecure as before, he just knows the only way to solve this is to talk to you. Communication.

Communication would be a lot easier if he was given a god damn chance at talking to you but your mom is keeping you so busy in the kitchen with your gossipy aunt’s chitter chatter filling every crevice of the room. You nod along, even laugh as you listen. Jungkook is in the backyard with the three kids, keeping them entertained as you, Manny, Larissa, your aunt and mom bake in the kitchen with grandma sipping her tea at the table. Your dad, uncle and Daniel are in the living room watching some show, clanking their beer bottles together in celebration. Today is Christmas eve. Apparently this is when your family does most of the major celebrating, you guys bake and cook all day, eat a grand dinner and open presents. And Christmas day you just eat leftovers and chill.

The youngest kid has grown quite fond of Jungkook, she tends to feel left out by her two older brothers. Jungkook plays with her and she has already formed an attachment making your cousin in law laugh at them fondly.

“Your boyfriend is great with kids! Lucky you.” Larissa winks at you as she rolls the cookie dough on the counter.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say plainly.

“y/n…what’s wrong?” Manny comes up to your side, “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, Manny.” You snap. “But I bet you would like that.”

“Girls, let’s not fight.” Your aunt cuts in while your mom just looks at you worried.

“I would hardly call it a fight.” You hear your grandmas sweet voice over everyone else’s. “Now how are those drop cookies coming along girls?”

“They’re coming.” You say. “If Manny ever finishes with the dry ingredients.”

“I told you I was almost done, chill out.”

“Girls.” Your mom warns, “y/n, why don’t you go keep Jungkook company?”

Your eyes go from your moms to outside where Jungkook is and you panic.

“No, it’s okay…he’s fine.”

“You know what?” Your grandma speaks up, “I think I will if you won’t.” She sweetly chuckles. She stands from her place at the table, grabs her tea cup and makes her way to the outside table instead, closing the backyard door behind her.

“Hi dear.” Your grandma nods towards Jungkook as he plays pirates with the boys. He is laughing and pretending to have a hook hand, while the boys giggle and run around. The youngest claims she is the lost princess and that Jungkook has to save her. Grandma watches with joy, loving how well he gets along with the children.

“Hi.” Jungkook says out of breath from playing. He tells the kids to keep playing and that he will return shortly, they beg and whined that he stay but he says if they keep playing he will steal them some of the first cookies. The kids nod their head aggressively in agreement.

“How are you this afternoon?” he takes a seat across from her.

“Why is my granddaughter mad at you?” She smiles at Jungkook and his face drains of all color.

“Um…what do you mean?”

“Anyone with eyes knows you two have been strange all morning and afternoon.” Your grandma brings her tea to her mouth, “Maybe Manny was right, there is trouble in paradise.” She smiles again, “The key is to talk to her. Find out what’s going on.”

Jungkook groans, throwing his head into his hands. He lifts his head up again to speak but decides to just groan again in frustration.

“She won’t give me a chance to speak to her.” He admits. “She’s avoiding me.”

“Make the chance happen.” Grandma advices, “You’re a good kid, Jungkook. Even though you decided to lie to poor old me.”

“Lie?”

“You think I really couldn’t tell that you’re not really dating my granddaughter? I’ve been around too long to get fooled by something like that. But I see your feelings are real. So are hers. So why aren’t you two together?”

Jungkook sits here, absolutely stunned silent. He doesn’t know how to respond! Grandma begins sipping on her tea again when she lowers it to speak.

“Go talk to her honey. I want to see my grandbaby happy.”

“I guess we don’t have to pretend anymore.” Jungkook finally speaks.

“No, no. Keep going, it is quite entertaining, dear.” Your grandma chuckles, “Plus, it keeps Manny on her toes. Best if she thinks you are taken. Once she finds out that you are single…I fear for your life, boy.” Your grandma laughs out loud, making Jungkook join her.

“Fair enough.” He says, “But how do I…how do I get her to talk to me?”

“I’m sure you know her better than I do.” Grandma points out, “You’ll figure out what works best for her.”

And your grandma is right, he does know you best. But what will work? When you have avoided things in the past he has usually been the one to force answers out of you. Now is no different.

All the baking for the day is complete, you sit down at the table in the kitchen and let your head fall to the table top. You moan out in satisfaction that you all are finally done…how unfair that the guys got to just chill all day? Your mom has been cooking with your aunt for Christmas dinner while you and your cousins worked on pies and cookies. And they sat and drank beer. Typical.

“Hey.” You feel Jungkook’s warm breath hit your ear and you look up at him, his face so close to yours as he is leaned down to speak to you.

“Can we talk?”

“Nothing to talk about.” You lay your head back down on the table until you feel your arm being pulled upwards, causing you to stand to your feet.

“Don’t be a brat. Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, and starts pulling you in the direction of the staircase.

“Let go of me.” She say weakly, “I can walk myself.”

Jungkook let’s go of your arm and instead reaches for your hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours and you roll your eyes.

“I said, I can walk myself.”

Jungkook only shakes his head in response, guiding you up the stairs until you two reach the bedroom, you both walk inside as Jungkook closes the door behind you two.

“Now talk.” He softly commands.

“Nothing to talk about?”

“y/n…” he warns and you feel your eyes start to sting.

“We fucked up, Jungkook.” You blink back the stinging in your eyes, shame, guilt, and regret joining you.

“How so?”

“What do you mean ‘How so?’” you ask incredulously. “Do you not remember the events of last night? You have a girlfriend!” you throw your hands in the air, “You are a cheater! I’m the one you cheated with…oh my god…”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words and he starts shaking his head. He tries walking closer to you but you only step back until your back meets the wall.

“We fucked up.” You cry out. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jungkook asks softly. You are starting to wonder why this dude is not panicking.

“I made you a cheater.” You cry. Jungkook walks closer to you again until he’s wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t.” he whispers. “Vanessa and I…we aren’t together right now.”

You sniffle into his shoulder as you process his words…not together right now? What does that even mean?

“She broke up with me.” He begins to explain, “Said she wants to break up until New Year’s but I don’t think we will be getting back together.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Oh.” You untangle yourself from Jungkook’s arms, “But you aren’t a cheater?”

“No.”

You sigh out in relief, a huge, long, heavy sigh. Thank God. You feel shame, guilt, and regret leave your body making you feel ten times lighter.

“So I have nothing to feel bad for?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Jungkook smiles at you, “Now can we go enjoy Christmas? I cannot wait to give you your present.”

You pull on your hair, feeling nervous suddenly. Is he just going to brush past this too? Are you two not going to bring up last night in more detail? Figure out what it means for you two? Are you two just friends who occasionally hook up? That’s not what you want. What do you want? “Sure.”

~~~~~

“Dinner was delicious, honey.” Your dad says reaching over to cup your moms cheek. “I think I ate way too much this year.”

“Oh sweetheart, you say that every year.” Your mom laughs, “What about everyone else? Eat enough?”

Everyone around the table groans in happiness, nodding their heads yes and complimenting the dinner.

“Well, I suppose we should get on to the presents portion of the evening?” Your mom stands from her chair, “Let’s all go into the living room around the tree.”

Everyone makes their way into the living room, you and Jungkook being the last two to make it inside. You two stand here awkwardly, not entirely too sure where to sit since it is a bit crowded. Your grandma points at you two with a cheeky smile.

“Mistletoe.” She yells out. “Mistletoe!”

You point at yourself in question and then at Jungkook. What mistletoe? Then you see Jungkook looking up and his face turning completely red. Oh.

“We really don’t—”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” you hear your various family members chanting. Your parents grinning like fools as they chant as well. Your grandma winks at Jungkook and Jungkook goes even redder.

“We don’t have to Jungkook” you whisper. Jungkook clears his throat repeatedly until his face begins going back to his normal color.

“No, it’s tradition right?”

“I mean, I guess.” You shrug, you begin to turn red yourself.

“C’mere.” He reaches for your hand and pulls you in to his chest, then his other hand goes to cup your jaw. “Just one kiss.” He whispers.

You feel all his body heat enter your body, his touch making you so fucking warm. You nod your head pathetically as you tilt your head up. Jungkook smiles down at you and leans in just a bit, his forehead pressing against yours. Your eyes go to his lips, they are pink and his bottom lip is plump. Jungkook leans lower until his mouth is hovering over yours and he very innocently pecks your lips. You wish his kiss had lingered longer but it is short but sweet. He leans away from you, his forehead still pushed up against your own when you surge forward and kiss him again.

You hear the hollering of your cousin Daniel and his wife Larissa, Manny probably pouting. Your aunt and uncle are giggling and your parents laughing but telling you to behave. Your grandma snickers to herself and starts softly clapping her hands together.

“I thought I said just one?” Jungkook teases, his hand lowering to his side but his other hand keeps holding yours.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You admit confidently “Now let’s do presents!” you turn to face everyone else.

“Agreed!” your mom yells out excitedly. “First, we have Manny from Daniel…”

The night continues, everyone exchanging presents. Your parents loved their gifts, your mom thought the necklace was very thoughtful and your dad says he would love to take you to the game with him. You give Jungkook your gift, he yelps in excitement when he unwraps his gift when he sees the boots.

“Thanks baby, I know I haven’t shut up about these shoes for months!” he leans in to hug you. “Now it’s my turn.” He grins.

He searches the tree for the last gift of the night: Jungkook to you. He grabs the box and hands it to you, a shy smile making its way on his lips.

“Here, for you.” He sits back and waits for you to unwrap it. Your parents and the rest of your relatives wait as well.

“Okay, here I go.” You begin unwrapping the box, throwing the gift paper to the side on the floor and are met with a brown box. You raise a brow at Jungkook and he just smiles widely.

“Go on,” he says, “Open it.”

So you do. You carefully open the box and pull out a wooden box—a music box. The top of the music box is glass with a photo of you and Jungkook, your heart absolutely melts into two.

“Open it, open it.” He urges excitedly.

“Okay…”

You lift the top of the music box, revealing its insides. Your absolute favorite song in the world starts playing and you feel the waterworks coming. This song means everything to you. He knows it is your favorite.

“Read what it says…” he mentions shyly. “There’s a message.”

I will always believe in you. I will always support you. And I will always love you.

You read the message to yourself a few times over and you start sniffling, a few tears leaving your eyes. You look up to make eye contact with Jungkook and he smiles. You close the box and slip it back inside the box and set it to the side, you crawl towards Jungkook and hug him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you throw your head into his shoulder, and you start mumbling your thanks.

“Of course baby.” He whispers into your hair, “I mean it.”

“I know you do…” you murmur. “I know.” You sniffle harder. “And I love you more.”

You, yourself aren’t entirely sure how you meant the words ‘I love you’ in this moment. You are so overwhelmed and overjoyed that you aren’t sure if you said it platonically or romantically. All you know is that you meant it.

“That’s impossible.” Jungkook chuckles. You slowly leave his arms, feeling embarrassed now that you’re crying in front of everyone.

“What did it say?” Manny asks, “You didn’t even share!”

“Let’s leave it between the love birds.” Your grandma says.

“Love birds indeed.” Your mom grins, “Well, Santa comes nice and early tomorrow!” she says to the kids.

“Are you sure about leaving them here tonight?” Daniel asks, “Santa can come to the hotel too.”

“Don’t be silly,” your mom says, “I will put them to bed on the sofas. It will be fine.”

“Okay, we will see you all bright and early tomorrow morning then.” Larissa begins packing up their things.

“Heading out already?” Your dad asks, “Well, take some food with you.”

You and Jungkook stay seated on the floor, as the rest begin cleaning up. Your mom picks up all the gift wrapping paper off the floor while your dad puts away gifts and you and Jungkook sit side by side.

“Did you like your gift?” Jungkook inches closer to you.

“I love it, Jungkook.” You lean into his shoulder, resting your head on him. “It makes me so happy.”

“What about me…do I make you happy?”

“So happy.” You admit. “I hope I can make you this happy too.”

“You do.” Jungkook leans his head on top of yours. “Like, you have no idea.” He reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours.

“Do you two want to head to bed? We got the cleaning covered.” Your mom offers. You yawn in response, showing her that you could use some sleep.

“Yeah, okay.” You accept gratefully, you stand up taking Jungkook with you. You two say your goodnight’s and head towards the stairs up to your bedroom.

“Goodnight you two.” Your grandma sings, sending a wink to Jungkook and he goes red again.

“Why does she keep winking at you?” You wonder out loud.

“No idea…” Jungkook is quick to respond. “Weird…”

When you and Jungkook get to your room, you both rush to get changed and wash up in the bathroom. He finishes before you, settling into the bed. You come in next, wearing your sleep shorts and a tank top. You turn the lights off and make your way to your bed, you slip inside and groan in satisfaction…ah, sleep time.

“Hey y/n…”

“Hm?” you sleepily roll over to your side to face Jungkook, “What’s up?”

“I just want to say…” he pauses and bites his lip. “Thanks. I just want to say thanks.”

“For what babe?”

“For bringing me for Christmas…this is the first time I have felt so at home in years.” He admits, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I’m glad you’re happy Jungkook.”

“More than happy.” He corrects. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”

“Then tell me.”

“Can I show you instead?” Jungkook leans closer to you, tilting his head at the right angle. “Can I kiss you?”

You can’t help but swallow hard, Jungkook wants to kiss you? To show you what you mean to him? That’s romantic right? You aren’t totally reading this wrong?

“Why?” you ask, gulping down your spit.

“Because.” He breathes out softly, “Please.”

You can smell the toothpaste on his breath, you can smell his laundry detergent on his clothes, you can smell the shampoo in his hair. You inhale him and hold your breath.

“If I say no?” you blink up at him and he smiles softly.

“Then I will respect that.” He answers honestly.

With your eyes still adjusting to the darkness it is hard to see his eyes but you just know they are soft and inviting.

“Jungkook…” You scoot closer to him, moving your head to be at level with his face. “Baby…” you whimper out as you lean in closer to his face.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his breath hitting your lips. “Because—”

Your lips find his in a slow, tender kiss. You peck his lips over and over and you can feel his lips shaping into a smile. You pull away after a few seconds, feeling breathless after the short kiss.

“Goodnight Jungkook.” You scoot down until your head hits his chest and you snuggle into it.

“Goodnight baby.” Jungkook smiles, laying on his back as he stares up at the dark ceiling. How will he find sleep tonight? His heart is racing in his chest. Are you finally starting to understand his feelings? He knows he hasn’t talked about them yet…but he will. Yes, he definitely will.

[teddy06writes]

Hi! I really love your writing!! Could you possibly write a dream x reader x sapnap poly fic where they get meet/get together, or maybe some angst with a happy ending if that floats your boat better? Im cool with anything. Thank you!!!

dream x sapnap x reader

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, mild panic attack descriptions

premise: fantasy AU, Dream and Sapnap are late to come back from a hunting trip, making you anxious, then when they do come back fighting they don’t seem to see how agitated you already are, accidently sending you into a spiral

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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You paced back in forth in front of the fire, muttering aloud to yourself, “Why are they taking so long?”

You sighed, allowing yourself one more glance out the small window of the cottage before turning and heading to the kitchen, trying to calm your nerves by busying yourself with washing and peeling the potatoes you’d gotten from the garden earlier.

Outside the sky faded from the sunsets pinky purple, to a deep dark blue speckled with stars, and the dark of the night only made your anxiety heighten.

The boys had left just before 11 that morning, leaving to go hunting as the supplies were beginning to dwindle, assuring you that they would be back before the sun began to set.

Your hands shook as you toiled around the cottage, as you built the fire back up, as you cut the potatoes, and as you found yourself stealing a sweater from Nick and Dream’s closet, finding little comfort in the smell of there combined colognes.

Still trying to convince yourself that your boyfriends were fine, and that they’d be back soon you quietly began to make a soup out of the potatoes and everything else you could find.

The door slammed open sometime later, making you jump, nearly spilling the small cup of tea that had done nothing to help your nerves.

“God I don’t understand why your still fucking going!” Dream yelled.

“Because you don’t fucking know when to let up a fucking joke! You don’t fucking understand when a joke becomes fucking hurtful!”

You looked up at your boyfriends as they came through the door, Dream looking worse for ware and Nick seeming exhausted as there fight continued.

“It doesn’t matter!” The blondes hands moved through the air wildly, “The only reason we’re still yelling is because you won’t let it go!”

Quietly you pulled the soup off the fire, “I made dinner, you guys were gone, way long.”

Neither paid attention as Nick yelled, “I won’t let it go because you’ve got a fucking problem! This is your fucking fault!”

Though the words were very clearly not aimed at you they still managed to sting.

“I’ve gotta problem? I’ve gotta problem? Enlighten me jackass! Tell me what is my problem?”

“You don’t know when the competition has to end! You don’t see where the joke stops being funny, where the pain sets in, and where you’ve crossed the line! You are the most oblivious person when it comes to others Clay!”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the growing surge of panic in your chest as you ladled out the soup, “Maybe you guys should just calm down, maybe have some dinner-”

“Well at least I can take a fucking joke!”

“Maybe some of us are tired of being the joke.”

The silence that filled the cottage after Nick’s statement was deafening, and he quickly turned on his heel, heading towards the bedroom as you took a shaky breath, picking up two of the bowls and half stepping around the counter, “Clay?”

“Not now (y/n)!”

His voice was too loud, the hand that flew out to wave dismissively too close, and the tension too much, the anxiety surged up, boiling over as you stumbled back, dropping the bowls.

Everything seemed a million miles away, as your heart pounded in your ears, your breathing went out of control, fingers curling in on your palms.

“(y/n), (y/n) I-”

And the Nick was shoving him out of the way, kneeling in front of you and telling you to breath.

You gasped at the air, as if desperately trying to get a lung full.

“Hey, hey, love look at me. Yeah, thats good, keep lookin at me okay? Is it all right if I touch you love?”

You bit your lip, un moving other than to curl in on yourself more, and Nick tried a different approach, “We’re just gonna go away from him okay? Then I promise I won’t touch you anymore, okay love?”

Slowly you nodded, and Nick scooped you up into his arms, glaring at Dream when he tried to follow, “Don’t make things worse than they already are.”

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As Nick carried your still panicking form away, Dream buried his head in his hands, choking out an, “I’m sorry.”

The only response we got was the bedroom door closing.

He sighed, biting his lip as he turned to start cleaning up the dropped soup, listening to the soft whispering drifting from down the hall.

As time seemed to slowly pass he moved about the cabin, cleaning up, and then heading out across the clearing to begin preparing to cure the meat that they had managed to collect before the fight broke out.

By the time he had gotten cleaned up and the last of the food into the smoker it was nearly midnight, and as he headed back inside he found the small satchel he’d thrown down in anger, gently pulling out the now crushed flowers they’d gotten for you at the first village they’d passed.

Sighing Dream transferred them into a vase, before kicking off his boots and grabbing a blanket from the closet in the hall and settling down on the couch.

He’d barley closed his eyes when he heard you softly padding out into the living room, “Come to bed darling.”

He turned to see you looking incredibly exhausted, eyes still filled with worry, as you softly explained, “You guys were gone really long today, an’ I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if your out here. My head gets all screwy and says you’re still out there and in danger.”

Dream couldn’t argue with that, so carefully he got up, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, “Come cuddle.”

[something-tofightfor]

It’s Dangerous to Fall In Love Part 5 - Preview

Just opened up the doc to work on it and it turns out that I’ve got the next part complete. Just needs another edit tonight and it’s good to go. Oops. 

Catch up on parts 1-4 here 

.... but here’s a sneak peek at what’s coming next in Part V: Certain With Desire 

He’d told you that he loved you in the letter, but you hadn’t ever said it back until the situation had forced it - and you hadn’t gone any further until that day, admitting that even though you knew it was stupid, you couldn’t just turn off the way you felt about him. 

You loved Nick Caldwel, and you always would, no matter the outcome of your situation. Forgiving him would take time, but based on the way that the two of you had talked since his release - navigating through difficult conversations and finding ways to explain yourselves without resorting to arguments - you thought it was possible, even if it only mattered to you. But it matters to him, too. Slicking your hair back under the spray of the shower, you took a deep breath. He wouldn’t be trying so hard if it didn’t. 

And Nick was trying. You could see it on his face in every expression he wore, feel it in the way he was holding himself back when you were next to each other. You heard it in the catch of his voice, the wavering of it as he tried to come up with the right thing to say in response to the rapidly changing emotions between you. I have to give him that. I have to … cut him some slack. Not for leaving - not yet - but for the way he was behaving now. 

As you began to towel off, you heard the door close and then footsteps on the floor followed by the sound of your name. “I’m in here, Nick. Be right out.” Him coming back wasn’t a shock - he’d said that he would, and he hadn’t taken anything with him. And he seemed calm; the door hadn’t slammed and he wasn’t stomping around, the man’s voice even, although slightly cautious when he told you that he was back and to take your time. Getting dressed in your pajamas - more shorts and a t-shirt that had seen better days - you checked your phone before heading back into the bedroom, and even though it wasn’t even midnight, it felt much later. “Bathroom’s yours, Nick. I -” Stopping in your tracks, you cocked your head to one side, eyes on your bed. “What’s… what is that?”

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

A random out of place "analysis" of the prequel game which is just commentary :D

This is random along with some commentary from yours truly along with some spoilers from the trailer and my odd sense of humor. I advise you to watch it first as I will share as many pictures as I can.

Trigger warning for: Scary imagery, gore, blood, implications, of k/idnaping, and horror

I thank @sarilolla for sharing the launch trailer, you're awesome!

If you see this TW this will signify a trigger warning. I'll try to give some space to avoid individuals who do not which to see it time to skip it. SAFE means that you can read this part ^^

Majority of pictures are from the trailer, others will be credited to the sources along with a link)

So Mortimer is introducing himself and the show. Maybe that was how the show was introduced? Who knows. Either way, although the animation looks weird

Mortimer looks pretty darn cute in this. Looks so huggable and squishable! Still, his voice doesn't really match his character and kind of reminds me of Nick. Sad that Anthony Ingruber (Mort's OG voice actor) was not in this, but at least the new VA is trying their best to give it some charm

Or puberty hasn't reached Mortimer yet/j

Anyways, I found this!

Awful quality due to the VHS effect from the bit of the trailer, but is this a new episode poster? Quite odd. I originally thought it was the Hope Givens poster, but there is no furious fastball in this

Fun fact: If you look at the Hope Givens Poster.... (took it from Sewingsilly's gameplay: Hello Puppets Midnight show playtest #1.)

Riley is actually the tiniest out of them *wheezes* cannocially she's the angry bean of the gang sjjsjsjs

Anyways, here's a Mortimer's cartboard

I don't remember if this is new, but he looks charming!

As the trailer goes on, we get a glimpse of the collectable machine! I's cost one gold coin. Also, I'll never grow tired of the figurines there! THERE. JUST. SO. EFFING. CUTE.

And we get a Riley!

Now I wish that was merchandise :( Anyways, new stuff :0

So we get a whack the puppet game! I just I'm not going to make a joke here, I'm just going to point out that

Why does it have to be the hand puppets like Scout?

Sadly we don't get to see the heads of the Handeemen, but my best guess they would look like the Gatcha prize from the early picture. We also got new character icons to know in what behavior the puppet is at :D

They're pretty darn cute!

This poster is interesting

Mr. Game and watch?/j

Well, I found another episode poster, and it looks like Owen might be in it! I cut it like this because the full picture is not very clear and a figure didn't look very friendly. I think it's a rocket or something

Maybe it's a special or something.

Owen, get a damn haircut

All these were taking from the same shot, this is when we see the puppets doors. Also

SUPERSOAKER!

Jokes aside, I find this quite curious

So, it looks like we have to pass the levels in the first trial to get the true ending? If you noticed Daisy's door, you can see that there is two red dots. What I'm getting from this is that the player lost those two rounds with Daisy.

So does this mean that we actually don't get another chance?

Maybe a game over, who knows.

This is the portion of Riley's introduction of the trailer, but first a fun story.

When Mortimer introduces Riley, he says Riley can help you with your school project. I...I heard it as school budget and I was all like "Why would a kid need a school budget?" then it hit me. Let's get back to the analysis :D

I was actually going to make a joke about why Riley's eyes are not different, but it turns out it is a lightning error. She looks pretty adorable and I love her teeth.

Anyways, Riles likes puns

Two can pun the game, Riles!

C A N O

So, we get a glimpse of Riley and her wheel. I actually wonder what is she doing with a wheel. Is she going to give us some random science fact?

Also, it looks like he get a new puzzle using SCIENCE for Riley's levels. If you look closely, you noticed that the blue box is actually a mirror. This is also a science experiment. I think it was about the properties of light, you had to make a laser light be pointing at a certain place using mirrors. The fact that they actually added science experiments to this game, makes it so much better!

Here's an example of what I mean!

You are using the mirrors and place them in a certain angle to move the light. This is pretty cool!

Also, breadeeman

Also, the icons do change which is quite cool

Anyways, Riley's main puzzle looks amazing. Love that it's a calculator

I am curious how that works. Still, Riley may be the most evil out of the puppets because she makes you do homework /j

I just noticed that when it's a performance time thingy, they have curtains behind them

Also, I'm glad they fix Riley's lighting error in the beta. She looks cute and evil >:3

Also, I just found this

We either may create a puppet or it's for a puzzle. I look like the Royal Violet Scout's head. Maybe we build all the other Scouts? Very odd tho

So, at this point of the trailer. We get the there is something clearly wrong with the puppets. I love that we start with Riley, but knowing her, this may just be a normal Monday/j

During the chase scene with Riley, I catch this

Seems like Daisy and Mortimer and playing a game. Sadly the quality is not too good read it or see what is going on.

TW: Hanging bodies/implied k/idnapping, slightly scary imagery, and hints of blood

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Ok, this is one of the biggiest things that the BETA confused me over.How long have this guys had the studio and why there are people hanging there? Was Owen unconcious? Or was Owen a fricking Coward?!

Also, I noticed this poster of Riley slightly during the part when her poster moves

She looks so evil! I love her hair as well; but this also gives me the vibes of "Lilo and Stitch" when Lilo is praying for an Angel and we get a cut of Stitch maniacally laughing. If y'all cannon unsee it

Then my deed was done :Burning Elmo: .

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SAFE

"YoU CaNnOt ScApE sCiEnCe!"

This got a chuckle out of me

@dreamland-creations and @sarilolla did bring a hilarious fact that Riley is probably pissed with Owen because her existence defines science.

Hating Owen is one of Riley's favorite hobbies :D

Well, it looks like this is going to be parts episode because Tumblr is restricting my images

Here are the other's parts:

Part 2

Part 3 (Final part)

[milliedazzledust]

Tell me you love me (Nick Scratch imagine)

Request from @starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies : Could you do a hurt/comfort Nick scratch fic? Like maybe the reader gets hurt by one of the villains in caos?

+ Request from anon: Just an INTENSE “oh my god thank fuck you’re safe” type of scene with nick 

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“Okay, Y/N, that’s enough”

The girl turned her head to her friend. They were sitting on the stairs inside the Academy of Unseen Arts, talking about spells when the young woman had spotted Nicholas Scratch, talking to the weird Sisters.

“Enough ?” She repeated.

“Stop being distracted by Nick!”

“What ?” She straightened out. “What are you talking about, Brina ?”

“Are you kidding me ?” Her friend laughed. “Every time he walks in a room, your eyes go to him and your mind gets lost into this land of daydream you created to avoid telling him how you feel”

She puffed, averting her friend’s gaze before closing the book on her lap and getting up.

“Stop being so dramatic, Spellman. It’s not like that.”

“Oh yeah ?” She smiled. “Then why has he been staring at you with those love sick puppy eyes ever since he spotted us on the stairs ?”

Her eyes grew big and she took her friend by the hand, forcing her to walk.

“Spellman ! Y/L/N !” They hear Prudence called before they could disappear in the hallway.

Sabrina glanced at her friend, already annoyed, and turned back to the weird sisters and Nicholas.

“Hi, Prudence” She simply greeted her.

“And what is this book I see…” She pondered with a smirk. “Dark magic, huh ?”

“You do know it is forbidden to practice it” Dorcas reminded them.

“Who said anything about practicing” Y/N answered. “It’s called reading”

“Now if you excuse us, we have to go” Sabrina added.

Prudence looked them up and down before turned around, snapping her fingers at her sisters to tell them to follow her. And once again, before the two friends could go, someone stopped them. This time it was Nicholas. He grabbed Y/N by her wrist, forcing her to turn and face him.

“You’re not using any of those spells, are you ?” He asked.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re worried about me, Scratch”

“I am”

“Well, don’t be.” She smiled at him. “You know I’m powerful. And besides, we have everything under control”

He looked between Sabrina and her, not entirely sure he believed them.

“If you need my help you know you can call me” He insisted.

“I know, Nick.”

“Please be careful” He called before she could get away.

“You know I always am” She sweetly smiled.

He pursed his lips, half satisfied by her answer and decided against his best judgment to let them go. Sabrina grabbed her friend by the arm, both of them making their way to the mortal realm. Half an hour later, they were sitting inside Dr.Cerberus’ coffee with Theo and Roz.

“When exactly did you noticed something was different about Harvey?” Y/N asked them.

“About two days ago. He started acting … weird” Theo answered.

“Weird how ?”

“Talking to a wall, having those spasms and drawing symbols”

“You have them ?” Y/N inquired. “The drawings”

“Yes!”

Roz got a piece of paper out of her bag. As soon as she put it on the table, the witches recognized it.

“We were right” Sabrina told her friend.

“What is it ?” Theo said.

“He’s possessed” Y/N explained. “It’s a sigil he’s drawing. It represents a lock in ancient Greek. Typically, when one’s possessed, they’ll instinctively try to protect their mind by making this”

“How … how do we help him ?” Roz continued, talking to Sabrina.

“I don’t know how to perform an exorcism guys” She admitted.

“I do” Y/N announced. “I’ll do it”

“You know it’s risky” Sabrina reminded her.

“I don’t see any other choices, Brina. Unless you want your friend to die, which will eventually happen”

She sighed, knowing the girl was right.

“How do we help you ?” Theo asked them.

“Staying away is the best option for you” Y/N told them.

“Why ?!”

“Once I’ll do the exorcism, the demon will be forced out of Harvey’s body. There’s a chance it might jump in one of yours to hide from me”

They nodded, understanding what was at stake.

“We’ll be a phone call away in case you need us”

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine” Sabrina reassured them.

Once everything was settled, they made their way to the Spellman’s house. Sabrina had the idea to lure Harvey inside. The house would be empty that night so it was now or never. As the blonde witch wrote the message for her friend to come, Y/N started to prepare for the spell. Candles, cauldron with blood and ashes, a circle of salt and her book of Dark Magic were prepared for the ritual.

“As soon as he’s here, get him in the circle then close it with the salt” She explained to Sabrina.

“You sure about this ?” She asked one last time.

Her friend responded with a shrug. Before she could answer, her phone rang, distracting her. She sighed when she realized who was calling her and turned around for a bit of privacy.

“Nick” She answered.

“Hey! When are you coming back to the Academy” He inquired.

“Why ?”

“It’s almost midnight”

“So …?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m just making sure that you’re alright and not doing anything reckless”

“I told you I’d be careful, didn’t I ?”

“Yeah, well I’m aware of your definition of non-existent sense of self preservation”

“That’s offending”

“But true. Now when are you coming back ?”

“Later. I’ve got to go. Brina and I are kinda in the middle of something”

“Wait …”

She didn’t wait and hang up when she saw Harvey approaching the house.

“Ready ?”

“As I’ll ever be”

Y/N went to hide in the kitchen, waiting for Sabrina to give her a signal. She could hear them exchanged words and Sabrina kept talking to distract the possessed boy as she lured him in the living room. Everything was happening perfectly so far.

“Just sit here, Harvey” She told him. “Make yourself comfortable”

As he sat on the chair, she threw the salt she had in her fist, finishing the circle where he was now trapped.

“What is this ?” He asked, confused.

“Y/N!” She called.

The girl walked from behind him, putting him to sleep with a small incantation in latin. They exchanged one final look, ready to get to work.

“Once I’m inside, don’t come near me » She reminded Sabrina. « Do not touch me”

Her friend nodded. She took a deep breath and stepped inside the circle. Slowly, with all the patience she could conjure up, she started to prepare. Drawing signs on the floor with the blood mixed with the ashes, she started reciting a spell. Harvey started shaking, a small sign he was struggling. As she lit the large candle in front of her, she kneeled down, the last words of her spell pouring out of her mouth, sending her into a transe. Suddenly, she was gone. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, she seemed in another dimension.

“Harvey!” She called inside her mind.

“The boy is not here” She heard a whisper behind her.

“Who are you, demon ?”

“You’re about to find out, witch”

And so her fight to free Harvey started. It was pitch black inside her mind and she could hear the demon laughing, waiting to attack. She tried to make a step but realized she could not move. Shaken, she look at her feet and saw a large pentagram, a witch trap.

“Shit” She murmured to herself.

She couldn’t reach Sabrina to tell her, she’d have to face him alone. Again, she heard him laughing. She turned around, trying to think of an escape but knew no spell would be efficient against a witch trap. Before she could realized what was happening, she felt what seemed like water on the floor. From outside, Sabrina knew something wasn’t right. Y/N couldn’t feel it in her mind but her body was shaking like crazy. Blood was rolling out of her nose and she almost seemed out of breath. Sabrina tried to call her but knew it was useless. She couldn’t help her, not from outside the circle and not by herself. Cursing, she knew who she had to call at their rescue.

“Nick, I need your help” She reached out to the boy through her mind.

“Where are you ?” She heard back seconds later inside her head.

“My house. Bring the sisters with you”

“Why ?”

“We used a spell and she’s not… I don’t think she’s alright”

“What spell ?” He asked.

“The exorcism”

“Who did it ?”

“…it’s Y/N. You have to hurry, Nick, please” She cried.

He didn’t answered back and she guessed he was rushing to get to the house. She turned back to her friend. Her eyes had turned wide. A large, empty white color staring back at nothing. It was like she had big electric jolts to her body. She could see Y/N trembling, the spasms so violent as she fought. Her body was in a tornado and Sabrina knew if she tried to even touch her it could have devastating effects.

“What the hell is going on” She heard behind her

When she turned around, the weird Sisters and Nick were standing there. The sisters stayed back, accessing the room, but Nick immediately rushed to Y/N once he saw her struggling.

“No!” Sabrina shouted.

He stopped right before crossing the line of salt encircling the young girl inside.

“What did you do, Sabrina ?!” He yelled back, his eyes glued to Y/N

“We had … we had to do an exorcism” She explained. “I didn’t know how but Y/N did. And once… once she started, her body just …”

“Why did you let her do it ?!” Nick cut her.

“Do you realize how dangerous this is ?” Prudence lectured.

“You have to help me” Sabrina said, ignoring their questions. “I can’t make her come back by myself”

Nicholas turned back to the girl, walking in front of her from a safe distance. He knew she couldn’t see him, but maybe she could hear him.

“Hey beautiful” He started to speak. “It’s me, it’s Nick. Can you hear me ?”

His heart broke when he saw her shiver more violently.

“I know you’re trapped, but I need your help Y/N”

Again, no reaction to tell him she was able to ear him.

“Try a memory, Nick” Prudence advised him.

He nodded.

“Do you… do you remember the first time we met ?” He knelt down in front of her. “You were on this rooftop, dancing by yourself. You were so beautiful. You looked like a mad woman, so I called your name but you didn’t hear me. I tried to come closer but I must’ve startled you, because you made me freeze on the spot with a flicker of your hand. I knew when you turned around that I was doomed to fall for you”

“Nick..” She whispered, almost as if speaking out loud was hurting her

“I’m here, Y/N, I’m right here love” He said back.

“I’m trapped with him”

“It’s alright, we’re here to help you get back”

“We need the demon’s name, Y/N” Prudence added, her sisters and her already in a circle.

The girl was looked straight ahead, distressed, almost conflicted by her choice.

“Once I tell you, you won’t have long” She told them.

“Why ?”

“He’ll do anything to keep us from casting him out”

“Makes sense” Agatha stated. “The power is in his name”

“Y/N” Nick called. “Which demon is with you ?”

“His name is …” She stopped herself, pursing her lips.

They could see her fighting a battle to open her mouth, to vocalize the syllable that could end her suffering.

“..B…Buka..vac” She murmured.

Prudence gasped, the simple name enough to horrify her and her sisters.

“What ?” Sabrina asked. “Who is it ?”

“He’s a demonic creature” Nicholas whispered, his eyes glued to Y/N. “He possessed people to torture them and drown them from inside”

Just as he said it, she started to hyperventilate. She opened her mouth to speak but only water came out.

“What’s happening ?” Sabrina shouted.

“Y/N, love, listen to me” Nick vehemently spoke, his eyes filling with tears. “You have to fight him back. Please, you have to…”

He couldn’t speak, his heart was breaking watching the girl he loved chocked on invisible water.

“C’mon Nick, get up” Prudence said. “Help us”

They formed a circle around her, locking their hands as they started chanting in an ancient language. Each of them in tune, they were giving strength to the young witch. Nick closed his eyes, keeping on reciting the words. He couldn’t watch her like this, it was too much. He could hear her struggle to keep the oxygen in her lungs, could guess the pounding of her heart and the fight in her head. In that moment he prayed Satan she’d keep breathing. There was a sense of urgency around them all that was more apparent than ever. They were close to losing their fight and all Nicholas could focus on was his love gasping for air. He let the tears freely roamed on his face, trying to shut the sound of her struggle.

And suddenly, it stopped. No more sound of heavy breathing or coughing, just a heavy silence. Fearful of what he would see, Nicholas slowly opened his eyes. He could swore his heart stopped beating right there when he saw her body laying on the ground. Without even thinking or realizing it, he crossed the circle made of salt and rushed to her side.

“No, no, no, no, no…” He kept whispering.

Her body felt cold, too cold to be alive. She felt like a ghost in his arms. He placed a hand of her chest, praying whatever entities could hear him to make him feel a heartbeat. He waited, but nothing happened.

“Move aside, Nick!” Prudence forcefully told him, pushing him away.

She started to pound on the young witch’s chest with all the power she could muster. Her sisters behind her were silently helping with a spell.

“C’mon, Y/N, breath” She shouted. “Breath!”

With a powerful fist she banged on her heart. The reaction was instantaneous and the girl woke up, taking a tremendous gulp of air as she regain consciousness. In doing so, and just as she arose, so did Harvey who had been asleep during the whole process of exorcism. Sabrina ran to him, wanting to make sure he was alright.

As of Nicholas, he didn’t waste a second before taking the girl in his arms, nodding at Prudence as a silence sign to thank her.

“Oh my god, thank fuck you’re safe” He whispered, crying.

Weakly, Y/N reached for him and hugged him as hard as she could.

“Thank you” She said, her head buried in his neck.

“Never, ever, do that again” He answered, taking her head between his hands. “I thought you were dead, Y/N/N”

A tear escaped her eye as she clasped her hands around his wrists, a simple way to ground herself to him.

“For a moment there I thought so to” She admitted.

Slowly, he helped her to sit.

“Harvey, are you alright ?” She asked, turning her head to the teenager.

“Yes, yes I am” He reassured her.

She closed her eyes, sighing in relief as she put her head on Nicholas’s shoulder.

“C’mon, you have to rest” Nick said. “I’ll take you back to the Academy”

She nodded.

“Sabrina, stay with Harvey to make sure he’s alright” She told her friend.

“You sure ?”

“Yes, I’ll be alright”

“I don’t want to leave you alone, not after all this” Her best friend confessed.

“She won’t be alone” Nick answered her. “There’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight”

Sabrina smiled as she watched the young boy bending to take the girl he loved in his arms. Hands clasped with Harvey’s, she watched the Sisters follow Nick and Y/N on their way back to the Academy. Through the small journey, Y/N slept. Safe in Nick’s arms, she knew she could rest peacefully. She woke up, several hours later, disoriented, in her bedroom at the Academy.

“We’re home” She heard a voice comfort her in the dark.

When she turned her head, she saw him. Sitting on her bed, his back to the wall, his eyes glued to her.

“You know it’s creepy to watch someone sleep, do you ?” She joked.

“I needed to make sure you were still breathing” He seriously stated.

She sighed, getting up to match his position. Slowly, she put her head on his shoulder and entwined their hand.

“I’m alright, Nick”

“I know” He said, closing his eyes. “But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the sight of you so pale and… and almost …”

“Hey, hey! Nick look at me”

She moved, kneeling in front him.

“I’m here, I’m alive”

She took one of his hand, putting in on her chest.

“Do you feel that ? …”

With a little force, he hugged her as hard as he could. His head on her chest, his ear on top of her heart, he listened closely. She let him have a moment, knowing it must have been rough for him. They stayed like that, in each other’s arms, her hand playing with his hair, for what felt like only two minutes.

“I love you, Y/N” He whispered, admitting his feelings.

“I figured” She joked.

He playfully slapped her thigh, making her laugh.

“Aren’t you going to say it back ?” He asked.

“I guess so”

“You … I’m sorry, « you guess so » ?” He straightened up, pretending to be hurt.

“Is that ego of yours bruised, Scratch ?”

“Very much so”

She laughed before looking at him dead in the eyes.

“Then I should probably tell you a secret”

“Is it a good secret ?” He asked.

“I’ll let you decide on that one”

“Alright, I’m listening”

With a wicked smile she leaned into him, slowly putting her lips on his. It was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a short moment, a statement from both of them admitting what they refused to say out loud before.

“I love you too, Nick” she whispered in his ear.

“Best secret ever” he answered, smiling, making her laugh.

[kazbrekkerscrutches]

Kaz Brekker - The Night of Sorrow

Part 2 here

Warnings: Mention of haphephobia (fear of being touched or touching others), mention of the Menagerie aka selling people, lost family.

A/N: I am not romanticizing Kaz's phobia. The context of this imagine is that the reader has been known by Kaz for a long time, just like for Inej. It is not sudden, or else his phobia wouldn't be his diagnosis. Overall, enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2!

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[Kaz’s POV]

Rotty.

What a fool.

An evil and ironic thought came through my mind, making scoff a bit. I do have that painting, though.

Everyone in this club, my club, my Crow Club looked like pitied old fools who wouldn’t be able to hold on for another drink. I walked to my chamber, to finally get some peace from this hellhole.

As I walked through the door, locking the door, I could hear the wet and muddy streets of Ketterdam. My window was always open, hoping to get the humid and wet air from outside into my lungs.

I carefully took off my gloves, hoping to have them refreshed before going further on the night. I heard a slight sound, other than the one coming from my gloves, behind me.

I felt a familiar presence coming out of the shadows; the only person I would let into my personal chamber.

Y/N.

“Hello, Y/N.”

I looked at her through the reflection of the mirror placed in front of me.

“What information do you have for me tonight?”

I watched her slowly pull her hood out and place her mask down to show me her beautiful complexion.

“A lead on a job. A big one. Enough money to change lives.” She spoke with her stern, but sweet voice.

I would do anything for her, but for a job? That is not likely.

“It doesn’t take much to change someone’s life in the Barrel.” I kept scraping off the dirt off of my hands when I heard her heels tap on the floor.

“A million Kruge?” I raised my head, slid my gloves onto my hands and turned to look at her. Closely walking up to her, I felt my heartbeat race at the sight of Y/N.

I knew how promising she was, both being kind and loyal, but also being useful and resourceful.

“What’s the name?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Dreesen. A wealthy merchant.”

“Dreesen. I’ve heard of him. He could afford it. The question is, what’s worth a million Kruge to him?” She looked nervous, almost scared of what she was about to say.

“He’s looking for a crew willing to cross the Fold into East Ravka and bring back something.”

“The Fold?” She nodded. “Well, of course, certain death pays a million. He didn’t say what he wants nicked?”

“No. But he’s taking meetings tonight, starting at midnight. Don’t worry. I followed him.” A small smirk appeared on the side of my mouth. She was a very fast learner, and a brave soldier.

She told me details about what she saw. I will say one thing: She’s a smart girl.

We both moved to my desk, hoping to set a plan for the night to come.

“Kaz, I got this lead from one of the girls at the Menagerie. They tell me things in case you’d buy them out, like you did with me.” She released shyly. I knew she felt bad about all of her friends.

“I didn’t, I’m paying off your indenture.” She tilted her head impatiently

“You know what I mean.” She stared at me with dark eyes.

“This one girl, Kesh, she has skill. She’s like me-” I swiftly cut her off, lifting up my head from my papers.

“I only invest in the one of a kind. She isn’t like you. No one is.” I felt her eyes flutter in mine. I never had a deep conversation with her, certainly not of this kind.

“Kaz-” She insisted.

“This isn’t up for discussion, Y/N. Now, are you in or not?”

“I'm in." She started walking away, I could see how mad she looked on her face. As though I was never able to touch anyone, I quickly walked towards her and grabbed her hand.

Her skin on my gloves didn’t feel wet and cold, it felt warm and comforting. She turned her head to face me again and most of that anger was now gone. She sighted, and held back my hand.

“I’m… I’m sorry I can’t help them out. I just… I need you. Only you, darling.”

Ever since I’ve met her, I couldn’t explain how I felt.

Something in me was moving every time that I could see a glimpse of her. My heartbeat felt heavier. A drop of sweat dropped on the back of my neck.

She stepped away from me, losing the warmth of her hand. She cleared her throat.

“So, what do we do now?”

“You’re the one who believes in a higher power.” I clenched my jaw, cursing to myself about the last sentence. “If we’re going to survive a round trip through the Fold, we’ll need a miracle or two.”

“Y/N?”

I looked up, only resulting facing my open window, reflecting the street of Ketterdam.

[Time skip]

[Y/N POV]

“Inej?” I called out from the shadows. The small and discrete girl walked out from the club.

“Y/N. There you are, I’ve looking for you for hours.” She took off her hood, showing me her face.

“What have we learned?” I asked sternly.

“Too make it short, we have to find a way to get through the fold, by sunrise.” I raised my eyebrows sarcastically.

“By sunrise? It’s in less than 6 hours. Saints, what is so important to Dreesen?” She looked down and took my hand to lead me somewhere quieter. We walked up some stairs, to Kaz’s chamber. He opened the door, letting us both in. But I looked behind me, only finding the door.

“Where have you been?” Kaz asked as he looked at his pocket watch. “Out.” I answered dryly.

“Inej told me you were by the sea; I know you go there when you’re troubled.” He looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

It was true: I always go there when I don’t feel like myself.

[Flashback]

I jumped right through the window, leaving Kaz to himself.

My only thoughts at the moments were dark and disturbing. I almost ran to the sea, inhaling the salty and humid smell. My heart felt heavy and weird. I don’t know why, but the way Kaz said: “Only you, darling.”. It almost made me feel nauseous.

I’ve never had a romantic relationship before, even just a real friendship. Inej and I were taken to the menagerie when we were young, and well I wasn’t as good as her back then. She was always the better one with weapons, mostly knives. I was always better with a bow and arrow, but it’s not convenient nor easy to find. She was also better to make friends, that is how she got out of the menagerie.

I sat down on the shoreline, admiring the waves of the True Sea. I remembered in my childhood that I would sing to my little brother, Dmitri. My throat started to sing before I even thought about doing it. I let my thoughts drift off, enjoying the time to think about Kaz.

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel anything for Kaz. He does make me feel like I’m the only one he cares about. I knew about his past, and I respected his boundaries. In fact, I do believe I was the only one who could walk into his room without getting a cane in the face.

Oh Saints.

I need to go back.

[Present time]

“What is it that Dreesen wants?” I took some papers in my fingers, studying them.

“You didn’t answer to my question, Y/N.” He stopped what he was doing for a second, studying my expression.

“I needed a break, that’s all. Answer to mine.”

“He wants a Saint.” My head snapped to his. A Saint? The only Saint that ever existed was more than a thousand years ago. As if he read my thoughts, he continued his sentence. “A Sun Summoner.” My eyes widened.

A Sun Summoner? Saints, that explains the million Kruge.

“What’s the plan, Kaz?” “I’ll find a way.”

“Are you sure?” He didn’t reply. “Do you want me to go?” I started walking away, but he called me, just like the previous hours.

“Stay, I need your help. Besides, you’re coming with us.” He completely dropped the papers and walked closer to me.

“I can’t leave.” I insisted, showing him my wrist: which had the mark of Tante Helene.

“You will. I have a plan, for you.”

“Bu-” “Don’t you worry about a thing, Y/N. I’ve got you.” He lifted his hand to my hair, taking a deep breath and passing it through my locks. A small smile appeared on my face, as it did on his.

The two lovers of Ketterdam.

The Bastard of the Barrel and the Orphan Hunter.

Even Jesper knew it would happen.

[sleuthomatic]

Harper comes downstairs, and she steps cautiously as if she’s trying to stop the old wood from creaking, although it’s only Nick in the office to hear it.

With Shaun tucked into bed in the rooftop annex, and Ellie out for the evening, it’s once again just the two of them. Usually, if they’re not up burning the midnight oil over a case, they might spend a night reading, transferring holotapes, or just chatting until Harper’s ready to sleep.

But tonight, knowing he’s on notice, Nick gives her a nod, closes his Poirot, and stands.

“Where you going?”

“Think I’ll take a stroll around the bases,” Nick says, shrugging his coat on.

“Want some company?”

At odds with her casual tone, he notices how her hands fidget in her skirt pockets. Actually, Nick is just surprised she’s offering. It’s only been a few hours since the fight.

“Wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Nice night for it.”

“Uh-huh.”

Nick holds the office door for her, and they step out into the street.

Diamond City is half-asleep, quiet, and the early summer air is heavy and balmy. The generator in the market square is chugging loudly and unpleasantly — one of the fans might be dented again; he’ll check tomorrow.

Harper removes her cardigan, hanging it by its sleeves over her slim shoulders. Although she doesn’t look at or speak to him from third to home, she walks close to him, in tandem with him. He lets the silence alone, lets her have her thoughts.

“I was thinking about a few months ago,” she says at long last, “when those mutants pinned us down on the way back from Sanctuary. And we had Shaun along with us.”

Nick remembers. “A real nightmare, that was.”

“You ain’t kidding. And I swore to myself after that I’d never let Shaun leave DC again. Which, I know, I can’t, I really won’t, and all that. But remember when we got away? You saw an opening to cut through the alley where the mutants kept their — uh, their meat bags.”

“Yep.”

“And you took your coat off, and put it over Shaun like a tent, so he wouldn’t have to look up and see…”

At the memory, at the thought of Shaun seeing all of that, agitation prickles across Nick’s circuits. He wants a cigarette, but remembers his lighter’s still on the desk.

Job one was just getting her and her boy out of there alive. If there’d been no time — if they’d been spotted — would it have even occurred to him? He’s not sure. As it was, there was no reason the kid should have to look at something so barbaric, so dehumanizing.

“I’m afraid he’ll see enough of that in his lifetime,” Nick says. “And more than enough for one.”

“So am I. But…it meant a lot.”

They round the corner of first. A stray cat starts, and slinks below the walkway, out of sight.

“I know you were just trying to protect me,” Harper says.

Nick scowls, wishing he’d never played that godforsaken tape. “It was pretty stupid not to tell you right off the bat. I know that.”

“Yeah.”

“And I hear you loud and clear. On the level from now on.”

“Thanks.” Harper stops just at the end of the walkway, turns to face him — finally looking him square in the face. “You don’t need to protect me, Nick,” she says softly. “But bless you for trying anyway.”

“I’ll always try.”

Harper finally gives him a smile. She turns, as if to continue walking the line to second, but pauses just short.

“You know,” she says lowly, “the kicker is — if I had known, back then, if I’d got that tape like Winter intended me to, I’m worried I might have done as he said. To keep him away from Nate and Shaun.”

Nick doesn’t think she would have. Not the headstrong, stand-up woman he knows. But, she knows her past self better, of course, knows the frame of mind she would have been in.

“Ah, don’t beat yourself up. Believe me, you wouldn’t have been the first good person intimidated into playing his game.”

“Guess not, but...I really do think I’d have done it. Glad I didn’t get the chance.” Folding her arms, she smiles again, ruefully. “I’ve done dumber things for people I loved.”

“So have I.”

Before she can ask what he means, Nick steps past her, with a pat on her back, tugging the brim of his hat down out of habit as he continues on to second. He hears her light step against the metal walkway a moment later, following him.

[let-me-love-you-loki]

In A Day or Two--Ch. 37

Chapter 37

           Dusk had just started to fall when I sat down in the private terminal at La Guardia waiting for my father’s pilot to get ready. The longer it took the more I felt anxiety twist my stomach in knots. More than once I second guessed myself. More than once I picked up my phone to call Daniel and have him bring me back home. But I couldn’t make my brain stop spinning through the fact that Kenny hadn’t answered my calls in days. And I was terrified by the fact that he was pulling away from me.

           My head ached as I nursed a rum and Coke from the bar. I had a six hour flight ahead of me—even on a private jet—and I needed something to bolster my nerves. There was already going to be too much time to think. To worry about what I might say or even how I was supposed to find Kenny’s out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere cabin. All I knew was that I had to do something. I had to talk to Kenny, face-to-face.

           The shrill sound of my ringtone pierced the empty air. I dug my phone out of my bag and sighed when I saw that it was Nick. I could only imagine that he was going to try to talk me out of this crazy middle of the night escapade.

           “You can’t talk me out of it,” I said by way of greeting.

           “I’m not stupid, Shaye,” Nick replied. For a moment, I thought I could hear a smile in his voice. “But you forget that I saw what happened in Osaka. If you’re damned and determined to do this, you’re not going to do it alone.”

           I stopped with my drink halfway to my lips. “What? Nick, what the hell does that mean?”

           “It means that I’m on a red eye from LA right now. I’ll be in Winnipeg in six hours.”

           “You’re on a flight, and you’re on your phone?” The words came out before I could think about them.

           Nick laughed. “First class gets away with a lot of—”

           “Wait,” I interjected. “What do you mean you’re going to be in Winnipeg in six hours? Nick, tell me you didn’t just get on a plane on a whim.”

           Silence filled the other end of the line. Even though it had been weeks since I’d seen him, I could imagine Nick’s raised brows and wide blue eyes.

           “Shut up.”

           “I didn’t say anything.” Nick sighed, and I wondered if he already regretted his split second decision. “Listen, Shaye. Kenny is my best friend. I love him like he’s my brother, but he can be stupid and selfish and oblivious. I’m not going to let you do this alone, no matter what happens on the other end.”

           My heart ached desperately at his kindness. From the moment we’d met, Nick had treated me like a longtime friend. “Nick… I… Thank you.”

           “Just promise me that you won’t leave the airport without me.”

***

           “Miss Walker,” said a quiet voice that cut through the haze of sleep still clinging to my brain. “We’ve landed in Winnipeg. You can disembark now and someone will bring your luggage to you.”

           I rubbed my eyes to drag myself into wakefulness. It only took a few moments for me to gather up my things and tug a sweatshirt over my head. By the time I made it to the door, I felt like I was going to be sick. The closer I got to whatever crazy thing I’d decided to do, the more I wondered if it was one massive mistake.

           I’d taken no more than two steps into the terminal when I saw him. Nick was leaning against a column in sweats and a baseball cap, a backpack at his feet. He looked exhausted and jet-lagged. I felt horrible that he’d gone through all of this trouble because of me.

           “Hey,” I said quietly as I stepped close.

           Nick looked up, his weary eyes bright. I couldn’t tell if he was worried, exhausted, or frustrated. Maybe all three. “Private plane and I still beat you here,” he replied with a grin.

           “So…” I looked sideways and yawned even though I’d slept for the entire flight. “What now?”

           “It’s almost midnight, Shaye,” he said softly. He tucked his phone into his pocket and reached for my bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “We get some sleep and head out in the morning.”

           For a moment I wanted to whine that I couldn’t wait. But I could tell by the seriousness on his face that it was a fight that I wouldn’t win. I nodded and followed Nick out of the terminal. He led the way to the front of a line of cabs that snaked away into the darkness. Nick opened the door and gestured for me to slide in. For an instant, I was thrown back to my very first day in Tokyo when Kenny and I shared a taxi into the Katsushika ward. It felt as if something had punched through my chest. I curled my arms around my chest and sank forward, desperate to hold myself together.

           “Shaye?” Nick’s voice seemed so far away. I could hear the hysteria and the worry, but I couldn’t break myself away from that moment of memory—that moment that had irrevocably changed my life. “Shaye!”

           Nick took my hands in his, turning me in the seat to face him. He settled my palm over his heart and breathed slowly and deeply as he tangled our fingers together in my lap. A moment later, he settled his forehead against the side of my head. “Shh,” he whispered gently. “Breathe, it’s okay. Just breathe. I’m here. Just breathe… in and out.”

           My eyes fell closed as another memory rushed into place. Nick, Matt, and I in a hotel room in Osaka. Me falling desperately into panic and Nick gently and carefully helping me settle back into calm. I followed his lead, trying to match my heartbeat to the one that thumped beneath my fingertips.

           “Thank you, Nick,” I replied softly. “Thank you.”

***

           Nick walked close to my side as we walked into the elevator at the Lakeview Signature hotel. The drive from the airport was short, but it felt as if it lasted forever. My head kept spinning, and I honestly felt I was going to be sick. I was grateful to have him there just in case. He’d insisted on carrying my bag and kept his hand settled on the middle of my back.

           “I’m right next door,” he assured me gently as he unlocked my door with the keycard. “If you need anything, come and get me, Shaye. I mean it.”

           He hovered on the threshold as he handed over my bag. I took a deep breath and looked up into Nick’s face. His blue eyes were bleary with exhaustion and worry. For a moment, my heart clenched painfully in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, letting my head settle against his chest. I closed my eyes and felt my entire body sink into him as he wrapped me up into a steady, warm hug. Nick pressed his cheek against my hair and hugged me tighter.

           “Get some sleep, Shaye. And let your family know where you are. They have to be worried.”

           I nodded against his chest and backed away, giving him a faint smile. “You’re wonderful, Nick. I hope you know that.”

***

           Sleep wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. Five o’clock found me sitting up in the bed with my knees pulled up to my chest. My phone sat balanced on my knees, Kenny’s number staring up at me. I wanted to call him, to tell him that I loved him, that I was in Winnipeg and wanted to see him. But I couldn’t bring myself to dial. I was too afraid of what I might hear on the other end of the line.

           Or if there would be another end of the line at all.

           I let my head fall back against the wall with a faint thud. In the silence, I heard a faint murmur that I recognized as Nick’s voice. The walls were thin and his words were clear.

           “I’m going to kill him,” Nick threatened. “It isn’t fair that he’s treating her like this. This is cruel, Matt.”

           I couldn’t hear Matt’s response, but I could only imagine that it wasn’t pretty.

           “If he’s holed up in that cabin with Kota, I’m never speaking to him again.”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Past midnight.

This is two stories and is dedicated to @detective-giggles who got me on to 9-1-1 lone star, which I have fallen in love with. These two fic’s are based on a scene in episode two and it was too hard to pick between Nick and Rafael, so I wrote it for them both. Nick’s fic is first and after the **** is Rafi’s.

Warnings: Start of smut and fluff.

WC: 1672

Enjoy x

You weren’t surprised when the message came through from Nick just as you walked into your apartment after the shit show that the day was. The cases were coming in back-to-back, in-between court and you were all pretty much working by yourselves on cases to try and get on top of them all. It was just what you needed, just a quick lay, then get home to try and get some sleep and hope that you all didn’t get called in with more crimes being committed over the weekend.

You told him to give you half an hour, quickly jumping into the shower, putting on a new matching silk thong set you had picked up a couple of weeks ago, slipping on a green sundress and flip flops walking out the door to get a cab. The cab pulled up and you made your way into Nick’s apartment building taking the lift up to the 15th floor and walking down to his door.

You could feel your arousal already building up, your core clenching around nothing, just thinking about the last time he drove you into his mattress. It was Nick that made the first move and you had pushed for it just be friends with benefits. He said he was fine with it, but deep down he wanted so much more with you, but he figured that was a good start and you were only sleeping with each other so it was ok, he had no one to be jealous of.

You knocked hard and stood back slightly waiting for him to answer the door. When it opened, your eyes racked over his appearance, a fresh shirt undone just enough to show off his collar bones, fresh pants, sleeves rolled, just a pair of socks on and smelling divine. Nick moved out of the way, and you rushed inside all but pouncing on him, pushing him even more into the wall as you pushed the door shut behind you. Your lips crashing on his and your hands going to his shirt buttons undoing them as fast as you could. Nick pulled back from you and you looked up at him biting your bottom lip,

“Y/N, slow down” Nick chuckled as your lips landed on his neck and you pushed yourself into his crotch “Y/N” Nick grabbed your wrist’s pulling them away from him, stopping your movements and you looked up at him confused.

“What’s wrong?” you looked up at him panting, wondering why he stopped you.

Nick’s eyes were soft and tender and he looked down at you with a small smile, one hand letting go of your wrist and coming up cradle your cheek, his long thumb running under your chin affectionately. Nick kissed your cheek and he nodded towards his living area. Your eyes blew open and your mouth opening slightly when you looked at his dining room table.

Two long lit candles in sliver candle holders between two plates with cutlery set up across from each other. You had been so wrapped up in trying to get Nick’s shirt off, that you hadn’t even notice the amazing smell of whatever was cooking flowing from the kitchen,

“What’s all this?” You looked up at Nick surprised.

Nick brought one hand to rest on your hip and the other went to your arm,

“I just wanted to treat you; we have been eating out all week and I thought a home cooked meal would be good for both of us” he smiled down at you.

Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the table, moving the chair out for you to sit down and then walked to the fridge getting a bottle of white wine, walking back, pouring you a glass and handing it to you.

“But Nick, its past midnight. I thought- “

Nick sat down his glass and the bottle, walking around to crouch down next to you, his hands resting on your leg. You turned slightly looking down at him, one of your hands going on top of his,

“Y/N, I wanted to spend some time with you. I don’t just want to call you anymore in the middle of the night, to- well yeah. I want more and I would like more with you. I have feelings for you, I don’t want it just to be for that, I want to go out on dates, I want to show you off, I want you to be emotionally and physically all mine” Nick let out a deep breath that he didn’t know he had been holding and he looked up at you, your eyes meeting his amazing brown ones.

You let go of his hands, reaching both up to cup his cheeks and you lent forward pressing your lips slowly to his. Both of Nick’s hands left your lap and came up grab into your arms, as he moved to kneel on his knees. The kiss was soft and slow. You pulled back and kissed Nick’s forehead, he grinning up at you,

“So, this is our first date?”

“Well, yeah if you want it to be. I know I do”

You nodded and titled your head to the side,

“I would like that. Although, I don’t usually sleep with people on the first date, but for you I’ll make exception”

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

It was exactly an hour from the moment you sent the message till the moment there was a knock on the door. You had gotten home at 11.30 pm, Amanda dropping you off after a long night in Rafael’s office. You quickly freshened up and got to organising your signature ravioli and pumpkin bake, throwing it in the oven and shooting Rafael a text asking if he wanted to come over.

He had needed it; you had needed it. You wanted to feel his weight on top of you and he wanted your hands running along his bare skin. The friends with benefits had been going on for a while, he had even taken you to a city hall event, but no matter how many hints you dropped, he never took the hint that you wanted more, so you kept just doing what you had been doing.

You didn’t want to lose what you had with him and you knew that it could be awkward working with him if in the end he didn’t want to take the next step, but you needed to say something, your feelings had grown, you needed to take the step to know where you stood.

You swung the door open to a smirking Rafael, no jacket, suspenders on show, tie gone with top button undone to show off his under shirt and his sleeves rolled up. Rafael walked towards you, backing you into your apartment, slamming the door shut with his foot, his hands going to your hips pushing you up against the wall. Rafael started to kiss you roughly before he started to kiss down to your neck, rolling his hips into you and his hands slid down from your hips and started to slide up under your t shirt dress.  

“Rafi” your hands went to his shoulders, his lips pressed into your neck. “Rafael, wait” You reached down stopping his hands and he pulled back from you looking up at you with a confused look on his face.

“Ah- is everything ok?” Rafael stepped back from you, his hands going to his hips and confused.

You smiled at him, your hand going to his writs, you tugged on it and pulled him toward your small dinning room off the kitchen. Rafael’s eyes scanned the small 4-seater table, a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting between two place settings and a ding of the oven rang through the apartment,

“Everything is fine, I just wanted to do something nice for you. We have been so busy and I just wanted to talk to you, spend time with you”

“But it’s late, it’s past midnight. You usually only message this late when-” he trailed off, his eyes back on the table.

“I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about” Rafael looked back at you with an eye brow raised and you took a deep breath “I like you Rafi, a lot. I let my emotions creep in and I tried to shake them away, but I can’t. I know you may not feel the same, but I can’t keep kidding myself-“

Rafael cut you off, his hands going to your face pulling you into him, his lips meeting yours. The kiss was deep, but sweet. Your hands going to rest on his wrists. After a long moment Rafael broke the kiss, leaning back to lock eyes with you. A smile pulling to his face making his eyes wrinkle and his thumbs ran along your cheeks,

“My heart has been broken and I have closed myself off for such a long time. You were the first person, in a really long time to break through my walls and I didn’t stop you, I didn’t want to stop you. I like how you make me feel. I have feelings for you too, I like you a lot Y/N. I want to take you out; I want the whole world to know your mine”

“You- you feel the same?” you blinked up at him.

“I do. I have for a while. Just took you making the first move” Rafael winked down at you.

“You feel the same?” you repeated and Rafael nodded back grinning down at you.

You jumped on him, your arms around his neck and his hands going around your middle pulling you into him,

“I’ am guessing this is our first date?”

“I was hoping so” you pulled back grinning at him.

“Only because its 1 am and what you have cooked smells amazing, is the only reason we are staying in. As soon as this trial is over we are going out and whole world is going to know that your mine”

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