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ab4eva · 3 months

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‘The Three of Us’

Fully co-authored with: @precious-little-scoundrel

Thanks to: My incomparable co-author & sweetheart Marina, for being willing to follow this rabbit hole with me and explore this little trio! And for the gorgeous mood board and vibes, I’m obsessed. And to Ashley, for being the best damn cheerleader we could ask for. ♥️

Warnings: All the sex, 18+ only

Word count: 8k

Pt 2 - The Three of Us: Brat Behavior

Sometimes in Hollywood, magic happens behind the scenes - in a dark corner of Bar Lubitsch or a little poolside bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. Things that are only whispered about in certain circles or sent to Deuxmoi with the stipulation of “anon please.” The blurry flash of a hand, littered with telltale rings, on her Instagram story. The paparazzi photos of a drunken night out before the three of them disappeared into the balmy Los Angeles evening. The fandom set ablaze by rumors as they combed over every sign, every possibility, every look that they took for god’s honest truth. A myth in the making, never confirmed, never denied.

When a ballsy journalist had the gumption to ask Callum about the rumors some months down the road, he just grinned his Cheshire smile and shook his head, the slightest blush hinting at the corners of his already ruddy cheeks.

“Nah, mate, can’t believe everyfing you read in Hollywood, can ya.” A statement, no trace of question in his ice blue eyes as he licked his cherry lips and stared the journalist down, daring them to dig deeper. His heart may have started pounding a little too hard but only he knew that. Nothing belied the steely gaze he turned on the journalist - not a flex in his jaw or a slight blink or the whisper of a breath. Needless to say, that journalist had no desire to go toe-to-toe with all six feet two inches of Chelsea’s finest lad. They let the subject drop, though the air had already been sucked out of the tiny interview room. Callum noted with suppressed glee the way the journalist shifted in their seat uncomfortably, trying to regain the upper hand.

Serves ya right, ya wanker, floated through Cal’s head and it took all his energy to focus his thoughts on the next question being asked of him. Now that the taboo subject had been brought up, he couldn’t keep his mind from drifting back towards that fateful night, like the breach in a ship’s hull the memories flooded in. The soft give of her flesh beneath his fingers as he dug them into her hips, needing her closer, closer. The salty taste of Austin’s skin on his tongue as he dragged it slowly across his friend’s collarbone, the streak of wetness left behind shimmering in the moonlight. The mingled sighs and shared breaths, overpowering and heady in that dark little bungalow. That was the night he couldn’t get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. It didn’t matter how many books he read or women he kissed or bloody hikes he took in Runyon Canyon, he was always going back to the night when everything changed.

“Didn’t I see you at the Luchino Visconti retrospective a couple nights ago? At the Academy?” The very definition of tall, dark and handsome has just walked in the room, smiling down at you and waiting expectantly for your answer. This is Callum Turner, the new client you’re working with for Masters of the Air press (alongside Austin Butler, your regular client and current boyfriend-adjacent…guy. It’s casual, you’re both keeping it casual. For now.).

“Oh! Were you there? Wasn’t it amazing?” you gush, a little flustered.

“It’s kind of rare to meet another Visconti fan. You must be one of the good ones.” He grins at you, all warmth and puppy dog eagerness. A kindred spirit, an instant connection. You would be very charmed by him, if you weren’t already attached to someone else. Who are you kidding, you’re charmed by him anyway. Talking with him comes easily, and the time flies by as you style his hair, moisturize his skin, add a bit of concealer here and there. He’s funny, sweet, intelligent. Austin has told you a bit about him, about his friend who helped him during one of the most confusing times of his life. But this - this is more than you were expecting. He’s more than you were expecting. And you’re pretty sure he’s flirting with you. When he asks you out for a drink later, you’re absolutely certain. It is with no small amount of regret that you turn him down.

The first time you noticed something akin to a spark between the man you’d casually been dating and his co-star was during press interviews for their new television series, Masters of the Air. As Austin and Callum’s groomer and makeup artist, you were allowed a seat at the back of the room, near the video monitors, ready to jump into action if one of Austin’s curls needed to be twisted back into place or if Callum’s nose got too shiny and needed a bit of powder. You glanced up from your phone to see the two of them leaned so close together their shoulders touched, just barely. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Callum’s mouth looked as if it might graze the shell of Austin’s ear, a smirk playing at the edges, as his dark, curly head bent conspiratorially towards his friend’s blonde one. Silly boys, you thought, smiling to yourself as you watched them. You’d seen that look on Austin’s face before…it was almost one of… adoration.

Without warning your mind flashed back to last night, Austin gazing up at you through your thighs, a look of devotion on his face, his sandy hair ruffled and his eyes slightly dazed. The very same look that he’s now turned on Callum… Nah… You laughed at yourself quietly and shook your head to clear your thoughts, silently scolding yourself. You’d been reading too many spicy novels recently and clearly your imagination was running wild. It made sense that he and Callum were close. Austin had been lost as a newborn calf without a mother after Elvis had wrapped and Masters of the Air had started filming. A brotherhood, that’s what Austin had called it. And Callum had been his right hand man. And that’s all, you were sure. Pretty sure.

Bar Lubitsch is dim and noisy, crowded with cast and crew of Masters for an impromptu celebration while so many of them are in town. Austin hasn’t been here in years, always remembered it being a good time. He wants to show you and Callum a good time, after all the hard work you three have been putting in for press the past couple of weeks. That was two hours and three drinks ago, and you watch them now from your perch at the bar and how much they feed each other’s souls, like displaced brothers, reunited after years apart. The evening is starting to shift and blur, so many drinks and people and noise and singing. You never knew Callum loved to sing so much, until he was singing karaoke at the top of his lungs and the whole bar was gathered around the little stage in the back room, jumping to the beat while he sang the most risqué lyrics right to Austin, like they were the only two people in the room:

Even when the cold comes crashing through

I'm putting all my bets on you

I hope they never understand us

I put my heart inside your palms

My home in your arms

Now we know nothing matters

Nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

You’re not sure you’ll ever be over Callum pinching Austin’s cheeks, channeling his inner Egan, and singing right at him with drunken gusto while Austin is too tipsy to remember not to bask in it and it’s probably the cutest, and hottest, thing you’ve ever seen. It’s only afterwards that you start to feel a tiny flicker of jealousy. There’s something between them, a connection that time and distance hasn’t untethered. Later, you drag Austin into one of the faded velvet booths, snuggling up to him as he pulls you into a one-armed embrace, kissing your temple with glassy eyes and a crooked smile. His heady mix of sweat and cologne mingle, along with the alcohol, and suddenly you’re lightheaded. Not to mention the fact that his soft lips have seemed to have move, with lightning speed, from your temple to your neck. You gently push him away, and he gives you a questioning look but you need to see his face when you ask him this.

“Hey…what’s going on with Callum? Because, it’s clearly something? And whatever it is, it’s ok, really it is…but…I do have eyes, Austin,” you blurt out, biting your lip. You see a dozen different emotions cross his features, like a movie playing out in real time - surprise, guilt, defensiveness, longing, acceptance. His face goes all red and he leans his head back, his tan throat open and inviting, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. It takes everything in you not to kiss him right this second.

“It’s…complicated. Kind of,” he sighs as he stares up at the ceiling and you can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it and that’s answer enough for you. You don’t push him further as you quietly turn his mouth to yours and make him forget anything and everyone but you.

“Come on Aus, it’ll be just like old times,” Cal goads drunkenly, placing a proprietary hand on Austin’s belly, his words laden with meaning and a hint of pleading. It’s not like he’s missed Austin or anything…not like that. Not that he’d admit anyway, hell no. Couldn’t two dudes have a consensual thing and not be weird about it? It must be liquid courage that made him suggest it aloud. That and the fact Austin keeps looking at him like he hung the damn moon.

“Swear you’ll shut up? If I say yes, will you just…chill?” Austin’s eyes are trained on you and it takes everything in him to play it cool, keep a calm head. Cal’s hand is still on Austin’s stomach and he starts to pet him, just above the belt and it makes Austin lurch in sudden need. He licks his lips, they’re suddenly parched, and swallows hard. He hears Cal snicker softly in his ear.

“Now, see, as I recall, you wouldn’t stop asking me to keep sayin’ shit last time.” Callum’s voice floats above the music, scratchy from gin and karaoke, hot breath tickling the shell of Austin’s ear. His hand moves to squeeze Austin’s neck, and if Austin didn’t know any better he’d swear it was a subconscious power move, Callum trying to literally bend Austin to his will. There’s an all too familiar twitch down Austin’s pant leg, and oh god he wishes- he thought, he was so sure, he was past that phase of responding like one of Pavlov’s dogs to Callum’s adoration and teasing.

Maybe it’s just the notion, his suggestion. That’s what’s suddenly making Austin’s blood feel hot and his eyes hazy, it’s the idea of her…and him! But mostly her, just her, and sharing her and- None of that explains the way he wants to bend to that firm hand squeezing in drunken cajoling at the base of his neck, makes him want to knock noses and yank at the stupid collar of Callum’s sweater until there’s collarbones to see and a draft under the wool. This is winter in Los Angeles, heating inside is state of the art, there’s no reason for such coziness and it’s making the man sweat and all Austin can think of from the smell is memories of an English summer, worn out and floating in his own body, biting down on Callum’s upper arm, tangy, sweaty flesh to keep an awfully strange escapade quiet.

That does it. What is he even thinking? He must’ve drank more than he realized but then, oh god, there Cal goes, throwing his hands up in defeat, shrugging his shoulders like a kid caught trying to push his luck. The arm around his shoulder is suddenly gone, and he’d give anything to have it back again. He shakes his head - he really must’ve had too much to drink. It was making him melancholy and sobering him up fast. Funny how alcohol will do that to you.

“Scouts honor, Butler, I’ll-I’ll-I’ll,” he seems to search the ceiling in drunken concentration for the correct wording most likely to open the doors to the kingdom, “I’ll be- it’ll be: HER, YOU and a um, uh mannequin. How ‘bout that, mate? Good enough for ya? You’d probably like that, wouldn’t ya? Ya little freak!” He lands a playful right hook to Austin’s jaw, hard knuckles digging into soft cheeks.

The usually inflammatory epithet of ‘freak’, coming as it does from a man begging for a threesome with himself and his girl, is nothing short of rabidly complementary. Callum’s shit-eating, triumphant grin could light up the whole damn room in this moment. He knows he’s got Austin right where he wants him and starts to count down silently in his head - three…two…

Austin finds himself grinning, a warning, measured thing but a condoning of the sentiment all the same.

“One,” Cal says out loud, his arm going back around Austin’s shoulders, squeezing so hard Austin winces a little. It’s a reflective motion then, done almost without thinking, when Austin slaps Callum’s thigh, not realizing there’s a boner bent down that trouser leg. A wounded hiss leaves Callum’s lips as he caves in on himself a little bit and Austin freezes, his face turning crimson and he feels another twitch down his own trousers.

“Steady on mate,” Callum coughs, shaking a leg, trying to discreetly readjust. “And I thought I was the eager beaver here.” Austin wants to wipe that smirk right off Callum’s smug little face but the moment their eyes meet they can’t help but start to laugh. Giggles, really, which turn into loud guffaws that has the whole bar turning to see what the commotion is about.

Your head whips around at the sound you’ve grown to know well over the past few weeks, the loud and boisterous laughter of two friends who seem forget that anyone else exists when they’re together. You spot them, huddled close as they always seem to be, and shake your head. A grin tugs at your lips and threatens to spill out the feelings fluttering around in your chest, no your stomach, no…somewhere else, lower. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about the two of them…together. Sometimes you’re with them, sometimes you’re not, in these little fantasies of yours. You catch yourself biting your lip and staring at them a little too longingly. You wonder what they’re saying now, both of them look flustered and awkward, just slightly. You can actually feel the tension rolling off of them in waves from where you stand across the bar.

Austin chooses that moment to look up and catch your eye. There’s a fire in his gaze that wasn’t there earlier and what is that look on his face? You’ve never seen it before…shy and almost…guilty? He looks just like a little boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Your eyes question him across the dim bar, an unspoken tether ties you together wherever you are, and uncertainty about the deal he’s just struck with Callum comes creeping in. What has gotten into him? He’s just agreed to share you, with another man. And not just any man, one he has a rather interesting history with. The thought of Callum touching you, kissing you, fucking you…suddenly he’s stone cold sober and beginning to regret letting Cal sway his decision. Because there sure as hell won’t be any take backs, not with Callum. He’s like a dog with a bone once he gets what he wants.

“Dude no, there’s chemical flavoring in there, that shit’s bad for you and it’ll give her irritation!” Austin looks slightly perturbed, not for the first time this evening. He sways slightly under the florecent lights of the drugstore, the constant buzzing adding to the pounding in his head.

“What if it’s not intended to go on her? Hmm? Thought of that Butler?” Callum murmurs under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the lube he’s holding, a pink blush creeping up his neck to his ears. Has a blush under drugstore fluorescents ever looked so lovely? And Austin hasn’t stopped biting that lower lip since you walked into this place. It hasn’t stopped him from grinning, though, his excitement bubbling through in little ticks and tells, the nervous turning over of the vaseline jar in his large hands.

“You haven’t even bought me dinner Cal, just straight to the flavored lube,” Austin bemoans, faking offense. “’Sides, she’s already sweet enough, aren’t you baby? I’ve had my fair share of licks,” Austin’s shoulder bumps yours as he sends you a smoldering look, his eyes flickering down your body briefly before his cheeks turn a slight rosy color you can see blooming up from his chest through his open shirt collar.

“Austin!” you hiss, slapping his arm playfully and hiding your face in his neck, embarrassed.

“Leave it to you two twig Bettie’s and we’d be down to nothin’ but socks and coconut oil,” Cal snarks, not at all inaccurately.

“I don’t remember you minding coconut oil last time,” Austin says under his breath, clearly meant for Callum’s ears only, but you manage to catch it, and your heart starts to pound at the implied meaning.

“Mmm, and it was bitter so - mojito,” Callum says decidedly, leaving no room for argument. Austin smiles at you, lifting his shoulder in a shrug and rolling his eyes heavenward. You giggle nervously, wondering for the first time just what you’re getting yourself into.

“I saw that! Listen mate, feel free to shut me up at any time. This would do nicely, ya reckon?” Callum lifts a silk sleeping mask with one, long finger and swings it around seductively, waggling his eyebrows up and down comically. You laugh and the butterflies making a home in your ribcage start to settle down again.

The whimpers emanating from between your parted lips take you by surprise and you promptly shut your mouth, unexpectedly embarrassed to be mewling so wantonly. You bite your lip as it becomes harder and harder to hold them in with every slow thrust of Austin’s velvety cock filling you, his swollen tip hitting just the right spot, and every flick of Callum’s tongue as he laves at your tender little clit with vigor. You feel Austin tense slightly beneath you as Cal swirls his tongue down to your opening to lap at where you and Austin join, sloppy and wet. A soft moan floats past your left ear, Austin’s hot breath sending a shiver through you, and it seems to invigorate Callum as he doubles down on his efforts to have his tongue cover as much surface area as possible. He chuckles and it jolts through you as your back arches, your fingers finding his dark curls and yanking him closer, demanding something you aren’t even aware of. He understands what you need even if you don’t and as his lips close around your sensitive bud you can no longer keep quiet, keening softly. You practically buck off of Austin’s lap and his arm tightens around your waist to keep you in place. The harder Callum sucks, the more Austin starts to whine - you’ve gotten so tight around him he can hardly thrust.

“Oh fuck, what’re you doing? Cal…what…” you slur as you pull at his hair, trying to dislodge him from your clit. You feel him grin against your heat as he slowly slips two fingers in you, resting them alongside Austin’s length. You hiss at the stretch and Austin starts to pick up his pace again. Your head is too hazy with pleasure to register fully what is happening as Callum gently slides another finger in next to the first two. His mouth works your clit, sucking and pulling, harder then soft again.

“More…more more more,” you beg hoarsely. You feel as if you might fly away and the only thing anchoring you to earth are these two men and their hands and their mouths on your body. Callum cocks an eyebrow at you and his eyes shift to Austin. You feel him nod, barely, and then another burning stretch as Cal slips his pinkie in next to his other fingers. It drives you insane and you feel yourself clenching and coming, harder than you can ever remember. You stop breathing for a moment, your mind going numb with rapture as you come apart at the seams.

“Oh fuck,” Austin whispers, biting your shoulder, his hand absentmindedly palming your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple. “Come on baby, I know you’ve got more, give us another one. Cal, can’t thrust with you in there…give me some room, huh?”

Callum let’s go of your clit with a wet pop and gently slides his fingers out. His nose and chin are shiny with your juices, even his eyebrows look a little damp and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Go on then, Butler, show us what you got.” He stands, knees popping as he does. From up here he can see your faces clearly, yours and Austin’s. He watches, rapt, as Austin nuzzles your neck, nipping at your earlobe as he speeds up his thrusts, toying with your nipples mercilessly. Your eyes flutter closed and your head drops back onto his shoulder. Callum shakes his head, dazed and pussy drunk - why was he on his knees so long?? He coulda been watching this the whole time? But he knows why- fresh, homegrown pussy. And he means to have his fill. He can’t take being on the sidelines, watching Austin move in and out of you at a punishing pace, having all the fun. One of Callum’s massive palms descends onto your clit, slapping and rubbing cruelly, back and forth, faster and faster. And then you’re gushing everywhere, all over Callum’s hand and Austin’s cock and the bed, soaking everything.

“Come on then girl, give us all you’ve got,” Cal encourages, his raspy voice driven to the point of hoarseness. He grabs his painfully hard, throbbing cock and roughly starts to slap your clit. You gasp, jerking in Austin’s arms as you fall apart again. And then Callum gets a thought, because his dick is doing most of the thinking just now, and it’s been sadly neglected thus far. He’s just had four fingers in you and now you’re literally flinging droplets with each swipe, it’s a goddamn swamp down there it’s so wet. He slows his slaps and starts to rub soft circles against your clit, stopping every once in a while to try your entrance gently, just to see. You moan breathlessly and his heart speeds up as he looks at Austin questioningly.

“I recognize that gleam in your eye, Turner…spit it out,” Austin says in a slightly strangled voice.

“Think you can take us both, angel? At the same time?” Callum directs his question to you, ignoring Austin.

You can’t take your poor abused clit getting ground on anymore, it’s just too intense, anything to give it a break. You nod your head so fast he thinks it might fly off. Your trembling little hand reaches down with disjointed begs of “Put it in baby, put it, please Cal, it’s burning.”

Your sloppy wet pussy hole visibly clenches with a tiny space of room left each time Austin digs in. Callum drunkenly wonders if they should have a medical professional on standby for this sorta shit, like it’s gotta be a crime to wedge two boys into a girl, especially when Butler’s packing like that. But your whine suggests you need it and he’d really like to not be left out. FOMO -that’s what he’ll blame when he’s driving the ambulance or else coming down from the craziest high he’s ever had with a pool of cum drying on his belly.

Austin goes still as a statue under you and drags your sweaty hair across to the other shoulder so he can really see your face and ask, “You sure? Baby, talk to me, you really wanna try?” His hand gently grips your chin, forcing you to focus on his eyes, his question.

“I’ll die if I don’t have you both,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper, but Austin still looks concerned and slightly perturbed. Is the girl he knows even in there? But you want something, you want this and he’ll be dammed if he doesn’t give you anything you want that’s within his power to give. And if there’s one thing he loves about you it’s your love of a challenge. He bites his cheek, trying not to blow his load over your sweet determination.

“Ok ok.” Austin takes a deep, steadying breath, kissing your wet temple and gives Callum a very familiar look of admonishment and also trust in his good intentions. “Careful, man, really careful,” he instructs as Callum nods his silent assent.

“No safe words, just if somebody says stop we stop, ok?” Austin’s starting to pant, as he can feel the poofy mushroom head of Cal’s cock brushing his sack at your entrance. “Anybody who says stop,” he clarifies, half thinking he might be the first to wimp out and do it.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” Cal actually looks sober as fuck except for the sheen of sweat that always seems to come with his pints and somehow the eye contact he makes lights a fire in Austin’s belly.

“I might say no,” you squeak, “I won’t mean it though, just a heads up. I’ll say stop- if I need to stop.”

“No?” Cal laughs nervously. “That might make me feel a little…bad,” he admits, still rubbing maddening circles around where Austin’s been practically cockwarming you for ages.

“Stop getting all existential and give her what she wants, man,” Austin rebuts.

“It’ll make me feel bad if she says no,” Cal blurts, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“Then I’ll do it.” Austin’s voice is rough in your ear and your nipples harden into peaks as he gently pulls out of you and pats the bed. “Tell Cal to lay his big ass self down.”

You giggle as Callum dives onto the bed, bouncing for a moment until he settles, turning over onto his back, head propped on a lazy forearm. He pats his meaty thighs and you roll your eyes but can’t deny the flip flop your stomach does at the thought of those thighs and what a nice cradle they’ll make while you’re railed within an inch of you’re life. And then you’re hovering over him, Cal kneading your hip encouragingly while running an admiring hand up and down your spine, like you’re a skittish horse in need of calming. You hesitate, momentarily unsure, but Austin nods at you reassuringly from the foot of the bed and ever the gentleman, gives you his hands to hold as you sink slowly down on Callum. Though his gentlemanly hands are gripping yours tightly, his eyes are glued to your pussy taking every inch of uncut Brit cock that he’s maybe gagged on once.

“Earth to Butler!” comes from behind you because Austin’s zoned out a little and it’s been a hot minute and you’re somewhat situated now.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, uh, ok, ok…”

Cal snickers before crunching up behind you, his chest hot against your back as he wraps his arms around you. “You feel lovely, darlin’, wanna lay back wif’ me? Don’t mind him, he’s lost it. Always goes a bit soft in the head around a pretty pussy or my cock.”

It’s a lot from this position and laying back against Callum’s chest is intense. You feel like he’s fully in your belly and it stretches your womb over him. He feels different…his isn’t as wet as Austin’s little water fountain but it throbs more noticeably, sending little shocks of pleasure through you. Cal pets your belly soothingly and spreads your pussy lips for Austin to really get a look at. You whine and squirm, realizing again the want for more. Those fingers dabbling at your entrance, threatening to push inside you once more and that’s when Austin breaks, recalling that’s what he and his cock are here for.

“Yeah, ok, ok, present and accounted for. Move your hand,” he murmurs, swiping Cal’s hand away. He thumbs at you himself for a bit, just to be sure and to watch as Cal loses his cool facade for a second when you clench tightly around him.

“Still sure about this, baby?” He asks one more time as he’s pressing at the ring and the burn has you bracing. You feel Cal’s hand move from your waist to your thigh, behind your knee, cupping it and dragging it wide, spreading you apart before you’ve even said your piece. The vote of confidence does you good and you take a deep breath, nodding once, decisively.

“Then put me in, angel,” Austin tells you, fat cockhead already snagged in but there’s a little ripple in his hard cock from the resistance of the tight space. Steeling yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around him, tugging him closer and slowly feeding his thickness into you alongside Cal’s, who starts thrashing his head and moaning at the drag like he’s the one getting breached.

“Good girl, good girl, please more…know you can take more.” Cal’s begging for cock by proxy and it alters your brain somehow. Austin’s too, he puts his hips into the effort and soon he’s gotten past the muscles at your command and into the threshold where you can’t manage to push him out if you tried. It makes you panic a little, but Cal is softly shushing in your ear, a distracting thumb stroking behind your knee, other freckled hand mauling a tit and begging you to take more cock so he can get friction.

“She can take it, come on, Austin,” he vouches for you, a little self promotion as you can’t even form words right now. Somewhere about six inches in your vocabulary consists of yelped little “fuck’s”and whimpering “I cant’s”.

Austin caresses your cheek, commanding you to look at him, his blue eyes focused in on yours, “That’s it baby, just a little more. You’re doing so good for us… such a good girl.”

Callum grab’s Austin’s shoulder and brings him fully deeper, which is all well and good when Austin kisses your forehead and insists raggedly, “You are doing it, baby.”

When he finally pushes in that last little bit, you lose any control you thought you had, instantly coming from the stretch and threatening to push Austin out. But he presses nothing less than his full weight on you, keeping you in place and himself snug inside next to Callum. You gasp for air and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him. Austin tries to remember to breathe and promptly forgets how when he makes eye contact with Callum for the first time since being balls deep.

“Are you -is that you…twitching?”

“Woulda thought you’d remember that,” Callum smirks. “Coulda sworn I recall you saying something about it jumping like a live wire in your hand?”

“Christ, well it feels different all…snuggled up next to mine,” Austin grits out, coloring slightly.

After a moment or two, when breath has been regained and a few laughs shared and some semblance of sanity restored in right spaces, Cal starts to pepper every inch of your neck and cheeks in kisses. Now that he’s not so desperate he’s become utterly grateful for you, for this. The kisses turn into sloppy, wet groans in your ear as Austin begins to move and Cal’s hand is gripping your jaw, his eyes locked on Austin, your legs thrown wide over his thighs, spread to the max and he’s a perfect recliner. He throws his other arm across your chest in a loving armbar, holding you still on top of him, “So Butler can get a rhythm, baby.”

Austin looms above you both, finding his pace, measured and steady. His beautiful face is flushed full of awe and there’s a heat in his gaze you’ve never seen before. He puts his hand on Callum’s shoulder for leverage, long fingers digging into freckled flesh and Cal promptly lays a little smooch on Austin’s forearm with a cheeky grin. Austin’s eyes shift and change, become a deeper blue and an expression you can’t read flits across his face as he jabs a particularly hard thrust into you. Callum starts to whimper and squirm when he realizes Austin’s thrusts are rubbing him too well, and it's not just you who’s getting their spot hit - that spot being his foreskin being drug back and forth in maddening little drags.

“Y’all like that? Feel good?” Austin growls lowly, rhythmic thrusts pushing you and Callum deeper into the fluffy white sheets, both of your whimpers combining until you can’t tell who they belong to. Austin groans and drives in harder, his white knuckles gripping Callum’s shoulder hard, while he reserves his tenderest touch for you, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your cheek.

“You’re…enjoying this…” you manage to moan between thrusts. His face splits into a grin as he pushes all the way in, pausing for a moment to kiss you hard, all tongues and teeth and desperation.

“Oh, fuck mate, that’s so good. Oh my god,” Callum babbles. “Right there, fuck, right there. You feel so good.”

“Which one, baby girl? Me or her?” Austin smirks.

For once, Callum has no witty response except the heavy panting in your ear. He squeezes your waist harder and his fingernails indent your hip and it gives you something else to focus on while you catch your breath, a tiny escape from the mind-blowing ecstasy you feel and the slight alarm bells ringing in your head. You can feel Callum somehow expanding and growing inside of you, even bigger than he was before. Austin’s eyes go wide and a look of panic crosses his face - his perfect pink mouth forms a perfect “o”.

“Oh shit, what…why is everything so fucking tight again…what is happening,” Austin groans breathlessly, his mouth set in a determined line, teeth ground together so hard you worry momentarily he might break a tooth. He tightens his grip on Callum’s shoulder and Cal’s massive hand encircles Austin’s delicate wrist, knuckles white as he holds on for dear life.

“Faster…faster,” Cal begs, again and again. “Sorry no, mate it’s, it’s fuckin’ happenin’…oh fuck.” His head cranes forward and you can feel his belly and hips flexing beneath you as he tenses over and over, letting out a hoarse sort of howl as he comes. His warmth fills you and it shakes something loose in your head, your own stomach starting to clench as you grab a handful of Austin’s golden hair, urging him on. Callum’s hands are all over you, petting you everywhere as he starts to come down.

“S’ok I came in ya? Yeah? Good, ‘cause I did,” he whispers hoarsely with a remorseful little laugh, back to babbling to you now that Austin’s got him there. He wipes the sweaty hair from your forehead, tucking a piece of it behind your ear and kisses your neck, whispering encouraging words, “That’s it, babe, give us another one.”

Cal’s bitten off little whimpers spur you on, as his soft cock is trapped in there too, getting pummeled. He’s trying to focus on you, with little pets and murmurs of encouragement but you feel his jaw clench as he grits his teeth, taking the pounding Austin is giving the both of you.

“Got me feelin’ like a proper woman, squealin’ n’ shit, Aus.”

You feel another orgasm build and shake through you, one of the many countless times you’ve fallen apart tonight, but this one stands out. It would bring you to your knees if you were unlucky enough to be standing at this moment. You’re sure it has something to do with knowing you’re satisfying two men at once, Callum having found his release and Austin being close to his. You can tell he’s on the verge by the little signs you’ve grown to recognize over the course of your relationship. The way his forehead creases in between his brows - you’ve kissed it away a dozen times in the heat of the moment. The way his pulse beats on the side of his neck, his vein there popping out and becoming more prominent. The short little huffs of breath he inhales, in quick succession - one, two, three, bam, bam, bam, like three shots straight to your heart. It’s your turn to take care of him, the last one standing after he made sure you and Cal got yours.

“Your turn, baby,” you whisper, pulling his forehead down to meet yours, thumbing at the hollows of his cheeks as he begins to tremble and his thrusts turn sloppy. He kisses you again, sucking on your tongue before moving to latch onto your neck. Cal wraps a hand around Austin’s throat, pushing his head back and squeezing just enough for his eyes to widen and his mouth to pop open. His blue eyes darken and you think he’s going to put his mouth on you again, but he bypasses you and goes straight for Callum’s collarbone, his perfect, white teeth sinking into Callum’s lovely English skin and biting down, hard. Cal yelps but doesn’t let go of Austin’s neck, and that’s when you feel it, your belly filled with warmth again as Austin pulses and twitches inside you, a stuttered moan muffled into the crook of Callum’s shoulder. He collapses on top of you and Callum, completely and utterly spent, the three of you breathing heavily and unable to move for a few moments. You squirm a tiny bit, trying to take a deep breath with one man plastered to your front and another to your back.

Austin gets the hint and lifts himself back up on shaky arms, slipping out of you with a squelch. You gasp one final time, at the sudden loss of him, and a cold emptiness is left where he once filled you to the brim, almost to breaking. The coldness is replaced quickly by a gushing warmth spilling out of you. You feel Callum suck in a breath, his broad chest expanding beneath you, his right arm still wrapped tightly around your chest.

“Christ, it’s running down my balls,” he wheezes out, taking another shuddering breath.

Austin braces himself against the headboard and slowly disentangles himself, flopping limply beside you on the bed. He looks at you and Cal still entwined, his eyes moving from both of your faces flushed with heat, down to Callum’s arm still tightly wrapped around you, one large, meaty hand gripping your breast, his middle finger absentmindedly pressing the sensitive bud of your nipple down. Austin sucks in breath after breath, and his eyes travel lower, to your legs still splayed wide over Callum’s sturdy thighs, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, the spend of both men slowly dripping out of you. A sudden flash of possessiveness roars through him - for you, for Callum. For the sacred thing he has with both of you. His face goes numb and his ears start to ring. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

“What is it, Aus?” you whisper, stretching out a hand to him. He looks forlorn, alone on the other side of the bed, his vulnerable face a mix of emotions crashing together all at once, lost and unsure, the gravity of everything settling on his shoulders like a blanket.

“Come back to us.” Your fingertips barely reach to brush his bronzed chest, the little blonde hairs soft against your skin. “Please.”

He lets out a breath you didn’t realize he was holding and crawls back over, wrapping his arms around you both and collapsing on top of you again. You’re hilariously squished in the middle of a bear hug now, both men squeezing with all their might, a strange show of masculinity to mask true feelings.

“I can’t breathe….” you manage between giggles. Callum lets out a soft chuckle in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek as his arm shifts beneath you. He digs his fingers into Austin’s armpit and wiggles them around none too gently. Austin bucks against you and squeaks out an uncharacteristically high laugh, trying to squirm out of Cal’s grasp, but it’s too strong and Austin’s body feels like jelly just now.

“Hey! Hey hey, no fair…you know I hate… being… tickled…” Austin grunts out, trying desperately to writhe out of this strange embrace.

Bright, cheerful sunshine spills onto the hotel room floor and across the bed, where it has no right to be at this ungodly hour. It shines in unabashedly, through drapes you forgot to close properly in all of your horny desperation. A little sliver of verdant green Hollywood hills is the only signal from the outside world. In here, somewhere between sleeping and waking, in that hazy early morning dreamland, you register Austin tucked up close behind you, his knees pushing the backs of yours and his warm, heavy arm slung over your waist. This is how you wake up every morning and you scoot your bottom back, into the cradle of his hips, momentarily unaware of the pulverization of your insides. But scenes from last night play out like a clip reel inside your head almost as soon as you’re conscious. You squeeze your eyes tight, refusing to give the sun its due. You stretch your legs gingerly, wiggling your toes against Austin’s, and take stock of things. There’s the obvious ache between your legs - more of a throbbing fire, if the truth is to be told. Your nipples seem to remember the previous evening’s activities as well because they immediately harden and stand at attention. And you can’t feel them yet but you’re pretty sure you have a few bruises, too. Ah well, you think as you yawn lazily, that’s what makeup is for.

You blink one eye open (it’s so bright in here!) and the first thing you encounter is a massive arm right next to your nose, tiny, golden hairs glinting in the sunlight. The second thing you see is Cal, on his belly and sans sheets or clothes, his lush and muscular bottom swelling above the white duvet beneath him. His adorable face is pressed into the pillow next to yours, dark curls swirling across his forehead and day’s worth of stubble dots his jaw. He feels your eyes on him, he’s only been snoozing for a bit, waiting for you two to wake up. He cracks one bright, blue eye open and stares back at you a moment. He senses a rush of what he feels everytime he sees you but this time it’s magnified by endearment and gratitude. Then, his face lights up, still smushed into the pillow and a massive, squinty grin splits his face. Your heart gives a funny little leap inside your chest and you find that your fingers are caressing his cheek softly, of their own volition and you resist the urge to kiss the little freckle under his mouth. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips, holding them to his warm lips as he smiles. And suddenly, any worry about things being weird has evaporated, as has any possibility of him being a third wheel. He just belongs.

“Hey! Quit making goo-goo eyes at my girl.” Austin’s gravelly morning voice rumbles from behind you playfully, and quick as lightning the arm still draped around your waist reaches over and smacks Callum’s ass, hard. The slap echoes around the room and you see the pale flesh of his bottom bounce and reverberate with the force of it. Cal, and his red, pillow creased face, jolts forward, yelling and jerking in the sheets, which in turn rubs his raw cock. This causes a chain reaction of events which results in him immediately pulling a sore muscle and flopping back down on the bed, moaning and rubbing his reddening backside.

“No fair, bruv,” he groans into the pillow. “That was too fuckin’ close to my balls.”

Austin chuckles and swats your ass gently for good measure. Slowly, everyone starts to shift and stir. First there are whines about soreness and muscles. Then about how sticky it all is. Then about who’s gonna order room service - but more pressingly, who’s gonna walk to the mini bar and grab a water. And then there’s an argument about who’s voice is less hoarse to call for the food - this ends up being you, hilariously. Then there’s moaning arguments about who is intact enough to wobble to the door and tip the server. In between massive amounts of doting and fretting over you, obviously. The boys are ever attentive, fluffing your pillows and making sure you’re comfortable while they feed you omelets and sausage and pancakes until your energy is restored. Over breakfast in bed, the arguments continue about who’s more bruised up - there’s a nasty bite mark on Cal’s collarbone but the fingerprints around Austin’s neck are a fair rival. There’s a panicked and very male discussion about emergency rooms when you admit you can barely move. But you manage to convince them that a nice, hot soak in the tub would do you wonders right about now. So Austin goes to draw you a bath while Callum helps you out of bed, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, and guiding you to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later you’re starting to feel somewhat restored and a little more like yourself. The boys take turns showering, getting ready for the screening event later today. They go about it quietly though, almost reverently, leaving you to relax in peace. You turn the hot water on again, you’ve soaked so long it’s turning tepid but you’re not ready to relinquish this luxury. You ask Austin to bring you your makeup kit, eying the marks on both of them that need covering up. First Austin, then Callum, one after the other they kneel beside the tub in only their dress pants, chest and feet still bare. There are bruises and hickies and bite marks on clavicles and necks and wrists. Poor Callum, with his delicate, reactionary British skin has what looks like beard burn over half his chest and up the side of his throat. You turn sideways in the fancy clawfoot bathtub, gingerly dabbing concealer here and there, doing the best you can to cover up any evidence of last night's revels. Austin sits patiently, a towel underneath his knees to buffer the hard tile floor, and watches you with his kind, enigmatic ocean eyes. They’re distracting, those eyes, as they watch your face, every blink and every smile.

“What is it, Aus? Something on your mind?” you finally murmur, unable to take such naked contemplation any longer.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He smooths the hair back from your forehead, rubbing a silky piece between his fingers. “I’m so lucky.”

Callum slouches against the doorway and lets out a quiet hum. “I think you mean we’re lucky, mate. The three of us.”

Tagging some Austin & Callum lovers I know: @jelliedonut @crazymadpassionatelove @elvisabutler @slowsweetlove @stylespresleyhearted @steph-speaks @blurredcolour @pearlparty

#austin butler #callum turner #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner smut #Callum Turner fic #callum turner imagine #the three of us #marina does it again #written by ab4eva

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huhniebowl · 2 months

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French Toast?

dominic fike x reader

warning(s); none!

Listen to 7 hours when reading!:)

a/n: yeah, im whipping these mf's OUT! thank you for this yummy request!

this is short but fun. also calling myself out heavy here...i 100% went through both the justin bieber and bts phase...

*still editing this a bit, so bear with me!*

You don’t obsess.

You’ve never had a One Direction phase. You never had the primal urge to deck your walls with Justin Bieber posters, and you never succumbed to the fanfictions of BTS.

You’re firm on the narrative that obsessing over someone who has no idea who you are, a complete waste of time. So you never indulged.

So why is it that you’re leaning against a barricade, a sign below your feet with, “Dominic, play your unreleased shit!” written in big sparkly bubble letters.

Pierced tits showing nice and pretty under a fitted white t-shirt you made just for the show.

“Fuck me Dominic Fuck!” ironed on the front. His actual last name printed small and in parentheses under the second fuck.

Your wordplay landed perfectly. Other fans coming up to you with laughs and praise.

"You know," Ian, your best friend's boyfriend, begins, giving a playful glance as you slip your phone into your mini purse, "I still can't believe you've succumbed to this."

"Ian's got a point," Aria chimes in, leaning into him.

"You beat the One Direction phase, but this? This is the one you can’t beat?” She raises an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes.

"Fuck off," You start, uncrossing your arms and sliding your manicured nails into the pockets of your low-rise jeans, "This is perfectly normal, thank you very much. Mind your business."

You jut your hip out, and lean your weight to your right leg.

"Besides, I’d rather this than the Larry allegations.” You stick your tongue out.

Aria gasps, "You didn't!"

"Oh, she most certainly did," Ian confirms with a nod, stepping out of the way.

Before you can revel in your victory, Aria launches herself at you, locking you in a loose headlock. Laughter fills the air as she swings you around, and soon, the three of you are engrossed in conversation.

Occasionally pestering Ian to snap some photos of you and Aria as the field begins to fill up.

Amidst the chatter, you lose track of time.

Engaging with a girl behind you who complimented your shirt. You share a laugh with her as you recall having to fight with a 10-year-old for the last pack of sparkly iron-on letters at Michaels.

You’re handing her phone back with your number saved when the lights start to dim, and whip around to your bestfriend, smiling big.

"Oh my fuck, it's time, it's time!" You squeal, grabbing onto her arm.

Your heart races, pounding against your ribs, as adrenaline courses through your veins.

With the rest of the crowd, you scream at the top of your lungs, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify the sound.

A single bulb illuminates the stage and outsteps Dominic. Bathed in golden light.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your eyes widen at the sight of him so close.

He looks unreal.

Dominic extends his hands in his signature heart as the opening instrumental of "How Much Is Weed" begins to play.

You steal a glance at Aria, both of you screaming the first few lyrics together before dancing. Shaking your heads, and moving your hands as you rap the lyrics bar for bar.

Completely losing yourselves in the moment.

About 30 minutes into his set, Dominic launches into "7 Hours," your favorite off the album.

Aria shouts, and it rings with your own, as you both grasp each other's shoulders in anticipation. She knows you’ve been waiting for this one.

"I just wish that you would move round me, move round me," Dominic's voice fills the air, wisping goosebumps over your body.

You find yourself captivated.

Unable to put into words how hearing the song live feels. There's a rawness to his voice that transcends the studio version and you wish you could forever hear it like this.

Closing your eyes, you give in to the pulsating rhythm, slowly spinning in a circle and moving your hips in a way that's usually reserved for after a few tequila shots.

The new friend you made earlier joins in, hyping you up alongside Aria, while the golden stage lighting envelops you in its warm glow.

It's a sensation you haven't felt in ages, an intoxicating blend of music and friends. You feel comfortable in your skin, like you're hottest here, and you poke your ass out just a bit during your last twirl.

As the chorus returns, you throw your hands up in the air and lean against both girls, belting out the lyrics with all your heart while swaying to the beat.

As you open your eyes, momentarily blinded by the lights, a chill runs through you.

You find yourself locking eyes with Dominic, his gaze piercing and intense as he sings. His eyes linger on your face before trailing down to your body, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips as if he's reading the words on your shirt.

Just as quickly as the moment began, Dominic diverts his attention back to the crowd.

You try to shake off the idea that he was actually looking at you. There’s no way, you tell yourself; surely, he was just scanning the audience, his eyes drifting past you to someone else in the sea of fans.

But then, he glances over at you again, and again, and another time after that.

It became clear that he’s singling you out amidst the sea of faces. His eyes, pools of depth and intensity, captivating you with each lingering look.

Entire verses pass with your eyes locked in a silent exchange, a language of longing? Desire? You're not sure, but you know you don't want him to look at anyone else around you like this.

You're in awe by the intensity of his attention.

Sooner than you'd like, his second segment ends. And the world that was created just for you two, shatters.

You let out a breath and try to calm how jittery you feel. Nerves running wild as you get ready to hold up your little sign, and brace yourself for what's to come as Dominic prepares to address the audience.

"There's a girl up here," he laughs, "Who, I swear I locked eyes with for the majority of that set." The crowd erupts into screams.

Glancing over at your best friend, your eyes widen. When you turn back toward the stage, Dominic is indeed looking right at you.

"What's your name?" He asks, bending down on the edge of the stage and holding his mic out to you.

With your stomach in knots, you manage to speak your name into the mic without stuttering, thanks to the grace of whatever god is out there.

Dominic attempts to repeat it but ends up completely butchering it. Seeing your laugh as you shake you head, he places the mic back to your lips, clearly hears your name, and pronounces it correctly.

"That's a beautiful name," He grins, "Not as beautiful as you though." The screams ring louder and your eyebrows raise.

You're not sure if you're still breathing at this point. Dominic backs up towards his mic stand and leans on it.

"Her shirt says 'Fuck me Dominic Fuck,'" He announces with a shake of his head, "My last name in the tinest font possible under the fuck that should be Fike." The crowd roars, and Dom lets out a breathless chuckle.

"I don't know," He drawls out your name, his voice carrying a playful tone as he sways with his mic stand, commanding the stage with effortless charm.

"I'd be down, but at least take me out to dinner first?" He tilts his head with a simper, sending the fans into a frenzy.

Aria curses excitedly, her phone camera poised to capture the entire moment.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you find your voice again and begin shouting something back, prompting Dominic to step forward, thrusting the mic in your direction.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Let's go get french toast after this," You offer. "The thick kind, not the thin shit."

His laughter rings out boyishly and he throws his head back.

It's a sound that makes your stomach flutter, the only sound you ever want to hear.

"I'm not usually like this, I swear," Dominic points, his movements fluid as he untangles himself from his orange mic cord.

"ButImdownmeetmebackstage. Okaynextsongletsgo!" He talks so fast that you almost didn't hear, and your mouth drops before you laugh.

It's loud, and unfiltered, and you just can't believe your life right now.

Especially when one of the stage crew members hands you a backstage lanyard over the barricade. Your ears ring at the amount of screams that comes from the fans around you.

For the umpteenth time tonight, Dominic catches your eye, and with a wink he launches into AntPile.

You blow him kiss, and goofily wink back.

You know he saw it.

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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may i request (from the prompt phrases) 2 - 8 - 17 with erling 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

the shirt dilemma - eh

A/N: As I usually say: ERLING BRAINROT. I can’t stop writing for this man, I’m ABSOLUTELY in love with him. Thank you SO MUCH!!! for 800 followers. Feedback is always appreciated! Love you always xx

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: ̗̀➛ requested phrases:

2. “i'll never wear the jersey of someone who isn't my boyfriend.”

8. “why are you staring at me like that?”

17. “you have a really pretty face, have you ever heard that?”

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“I can’t believe people actually waste their time plotting about this stuff…” You murmured more to yourself than anyone else in the room, still scrolling through the infinite amount of photos that you found on Twitter. “Kinda creepy…”

“What’s up?” Jack murmured back, kicking your leg with his foot. You raised an eyebrow in his direction. “C’mon, you just said something that implies tea. Now you have to spill it.”

“I don’t have to do shit, Grealish.” You laughed, kicking him back. “But okay, here.” You sat on the couch. “I was on Twitter, and I found some tweets with my name on it, which is kinda weird since I’m not a public figure so… I don’t know, I was digging on my own shit until…” You turned your phone so he could see it.

His eyebrows raised until they almost touched the base of his hair, giving you a full view of the funniest expression you’d ever seen on him since ever.

“That’s an interesting take.”

“¿De qué hablan?” (What are you guys talking about?”) Julián asked, entering the room with hands full of snacks.

“Nada.” (Nothing) You really hated Julián’s impecable hearing. He was always around the corner when you were gossiping with Jack. “Más bien dame comida, que me tuviste esperando como mil años. Me muero de hambre.” (Give me some food, you’ve got me waiting for like a thousand years. I’m starving)

“Luego no me pidas que te cuente algo, porque te vas a quedar con las ganas.” (Later, don’t ask me for any gossip, cause I won’t share any) He replied, throwing a bag of chips at you.

“I actually love when you two speak Spanish in front of me and I understand absolutely nothing.” Jack said after you grabbed the bag, not paying attention to the dirty look Julián gave you before sitting next to him. “Makes me feel like I’m back in Spain for some vacation.”

“I just love when she speaks Spanish.” Erling’s voice startled you. You looked up at him, who was just entering the room. You tore your eyes apart from his figure as quickly as you could, wishing that the heart eyes weren’t that noticeable for any of them. God, he was so handsome.

“You love everything that she does.” Julián said, giggling a bit when you shot him a nasty look. That little fucker.

“True, you’re the biggest fanboy I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jack teased, nudging Erling’s arm when he sat next to you.

“What can I say? I’m a man with great taste.” Erling shot back, leaving you all shaky on the inside. You had to prevent your mouth from falling wide open. You could never get used to that type of compliments coming from him.

It was times like these when you wondered if Erling had any feelings for you. It would be awesome if he did. But you knew it couldn’t be possible; he was playing and teasing around. You were just friends.

“If you’re going to flirt with her, I’m leaving.” Jack said, openly enjoying how uncomfortable you were getting from all the attention. “But also? We could manage to see if we can get this little brat to come to the next game, eh?”

“No, no! Don’t start with that. I already said no a million times before.” You were tired of it. You knew, from past experience, that you would be recognized, and those stupid gossip sites would eat you up.

“C’mon, don’t be such a… coward.” Julián replied, always up to teasing you as well. “It’s fun, you should totally go. Emilia’s gonna be there.”

“But…”

“No, no, not ‘but’. You’re coming, end of discussion.” Erling cut you off, smiling widely when you looked at him. “Please?”

Aw, man. Fuck big blonde guys with green eyes.

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So there you were, two days later. Full of regrets and suffering, seeing how your friends (or more like enemies at this point) were smiling like little kids while you stood in the middle of the Etihad Stadium shop. Your arms were crossed, not wanting to give in two times in a row when it came to these guys’ wishes, but it was getting more and more difficult as the minutes passed and Erling’s eyes kept flashing you little looks that were keeping you on the edge.

“Why?” You finally spoke up, giving in to the silence that had overcome the room. “I’ve already accepted to come against my will. Why do I have to wear a jersey as well?”

“Because! Everyone that really loves the team wears a shirt!” Jack said, giving you a knowing look that screamed duh. “You’re our friend, it would be so rude if you just go there wearing…” He pointed to your baby blue shirt with a grin. “That.”

“What’s the matter with it? It’s City’s color, isn’t it?”

“C’mon, you’re not actually doing the most out here wearing a blue shirt, darling.” Erling’s voice had an effect on you. Dammit. “Be a good girl and wear a jersey.”

No, no, no. Don’t fall for it just because he called you a… Oh, god. God, help your daughter.

“Fine!” As usual, you just gave in once Erling stepped in. “Pick a stupid shirt so I can get out of here.”

You were hoping that you were being dramatic over nothing and that they’d probably pick a blank shirt with no actual handle on the back, but as Erling approached his own fucking section, you knew you were absolutely fucked.

“No! Not your stupid ego getting the best of you, I’m not wearing a Haaland shirt!” You wanted to. But it was the worst idea in the world. “I’ll never wear the jersey of someone who isn’t my boyfriend. That’s just a horrible idea.” You didn’t know why you just said that, but it was out there before you could backtrack on your words.

“Why not?” Jack asked, getting closer to you with that cheeky grin that you hated. “What’s wrong with wearing a friend’s jersey just for today? It isn’t good enough?”

Oh, you knew what he wanted to say with that little tone on the word “friend”.

“Because, my dear Jack. People love to speculate about things without actual proof. So, if they see me wearing Erling’s shirt while being here, they’ll think I’m his girlfriend, and…”

“So what?” Erling said, already handing you a shirt. “Let people assume whatever they want to assume.”

“Perhaps, would it be that bad if people think that you are his girlfriend?” It was the first time in twenty minutes that Julián had said a word, but when he did, he cornered you. “Just saying…”

“Yeah, would it?” Erling’s tone sounded almost evil as he slightly pressed the shirt towards you, leaving you no other option but to take it. “Just put it on.”

“I hate you…” You whispered, still grabbing the shirt with a bit more force than necessary.

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You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you for the entirety of the game, which was ridiculous since you were the most boring person and no one— and when you said no one, it was really no one— was giving you a second look as you sat and watched the game like everyone else did.

The paranoia you were feeling was ridiculous. Never in a million years have you felt more targeted for wearing a fucking shirt that said Haaland on the back. You could only pray that a photo of you didn’t make it to Twitter, where a bunch of weird people were already making assumptions about the actual nature of your relationship with Erling. That’s why you were being so negative about wearing anything City or Erling related. You knew how the rumors started.

Like it would ever happen in reality.

“Relájate, boluda. Parece que estás acá contra tu voluntad.” (Girl, relax. You look like you’re here against your will) Emilia shouted over the fans’ voices, seeming entertained by your current state. Just like her boyfriend, apparently.

“¿Te parece?” (You think?) You couldn’t help the sarcastic tone in your voice. “Todo gracias al pendejo de tu novio.” (All thanks to your stupid boyfriend)

“Ay, ya. No es para tanto…” (Aw, c’mon. It’s not that big of a deal…) She paused, giggling. “Estás así porque te gusta Erling, ¿no?” (You’re acting like this because you like Erling, aren’t you?)

“¡¿Qué?!” (What?!) You shouted, feeling your face go deep red as the referee blew the final whistle, letting the entire stadium know that the game was over.

“It’s so obvious, babe. You totally like that man.” She took your hand, not letting you overcome the fact that someone finally acknowledged your feelings for him. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Was all you managed to say, looking around to check if someone was paying attention to you. Again.

“The dressing room.”

Oh-oh.

Your eyes darted to the pitch, where most of the players were still walking around while exchanging greetings and jerseys. You spotted Erling right away; it was very difficult not to. He towered over almost every single person that walked past him, which could be funny if it weren’t for the fact that Emilie knew about your feelings for him. Suddenly, it felt so real. It felt like everyone knew.

“Move or I’ll have to drag you there myself.” Emilia’s tone gave the impression of being absolutely serious about the dragging part, so you started walking out of pure instinct.

You made your way across the sea of people that were leaving or lingering around the benches. You saw how it all appeared to move a bit slower as you followed her, who still had a hold on your wrist, like she was almost preventing you from escaping. You didn’t want to see Erling right now; the way you were so worked up about Emilia’s words was stupid, but you knew yourself, and it was very possible that you were about to blow everything because of the nerves.

“Breathe. You’re crushing my hand.”

“Is it too obvious?” You whispered once you made it to the tunnels.

“That you like him?” She turned to face you, smiling a bit before fixing your hair. “Not to him, I believe.” Her eyes looked behind you, a bigger smile appeared on her face. “But maybe it’s time to let you know that he likes you. Gotta go, Juli’s coming. Good luck.” She kissed your cheek briefly before walking away, leaving you nervous and shaky.

It seemed like being nervous and shaky was the new thing for you.

“What happened to the “no wearing a shirt that’s not my boyfriend's” rule?” You could feel Erling’s hands pinching the fabric of your new shirt before you turned around to face him. His voice was filled with that unique tone he only used when he won, or got his way around something he wanted. Today, both things happened. “Looks great on you, by the way.”

“You made me wear it, loser.” The only way to dissimulate the silent screaming you wanted to do right now was to answer with irony.

“And it’s the best decision I’ve made so far.” He stood in front of you in all his glory, clearly enjoying how pissed you were. You couldn’t help your eyes from going to his bare chest for a whole minute, biting your lip when your eyes met his. His smirk was so big, you wanted to punch him. “About to make the second one.”

So, so handsome. And so, so cocky.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Was all you managed to say after a few seconds of pure silence, despite all the teammates roaming through the tunnel, clapping and screaming from their recent win.

“You have a really pretty face; have you ever heard that?” He leaned in, and your heart almost escaped through your throat. You couldn’t tear your eyes apart from his.

What if Emilia was right? Was this the right moment? He was totally flirting with you… Wasn’t he?

“I…”

“What about this? You wait here, looking as lovely as you do right now until I shower… And then I can take you to dinner so we can celebrate the win?” He whispered the proposition like it was a promise. At this point, you couldn’t even speak. “How does that sound?”

“Yeah, sure…” You whispered back, holding your bag so close to your chest that you could feel the handles burying themselves in your skin.

“Perfect.” Then he kissed your cheek, and you really stopped breathing for a few milliseconds. And as you were starting to have a little panic attack, he left.

Have you just… agreed to a date with Erling Haaland? Well, fuck.

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Thoughtful Celebrations

pairing: harry styles x female reader

summary: it’s one year of harry’s house and you couldn’t help but plan a little something for your harry

warnings: none very fluffy

a/n: i wanted to make a little blurb with no au, because i do plan on doing one for harry’s angel, but i had another fic in mind for my au today so i hope you enjoy this little blurb. happy one year to the album that saved and changed my life🤍

Upon looking around at the red and white heart balloons, mixed with some cute little fruit ones that scattered around the living room, you had to say you were quite pleased with yourself. Getting up this early would normally have you grumpier than usual, but today? Today was the one year anniversary of Harry’s House, the third studio album your amazingly talented boyfriend released this day last year.

You had never been more proud of someone in your entire life, his determination and dedication to this project showing through every song that was on this album. Harry had constantly told you just how much it had saved him throughout the chaos of the last few years, working on this in Italy, one of his favourite places in the world, you were surprised when he asked you to come with him. You were Harry’s whole world, he’d never felt as safe and loved as he had with you, and allowing you to tag along for the creation of this album had meant the world for you.

“Y/N?”

Smiling at the raspy sound of H’s voice, you knew he’d be a bit annoyed you’d left bed, the mornings always reserved for cuddles and discussing plans for the day

“Living room my love!”

“Mad y’left bed this morning..”

You let out a laugh, your arms widening when he came towards where you were. Harry stopped, taking in the room around him, the balloons, the yummy looking breakfast you put out, and the way you framed some of the photos Anthony or Lloyd had captured of the two of you throughout the past year and before

“Baby…”

“Happy one year to harry’s house darling!”

Harry was honestly at a loss of words, here he stood looking at his love who’d put so much effort into celebrating the anniversary of one of his favourite albums he’d made. He could already feel himself getting emotional, and you were quick to walk over to him, pulling him in for a hug as you noticed the tears in his eyes

“Oh H…didn’t mean to make you cry love”

“I love you so-so much…”

He tightened his hold on you until you manoeuvred your head back to look at him, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips

“I love you so much, i’m so proud of you every single day. the work you’ve put into this album, the shows you’ve performed, lives you’ve saved, changed, impacted…Harry I have never been more proud to not only love you, but to experience the way you create such magic and allow others to get a chance to enjoy it with you”

He shook his head a few more tears spilling down his cheeks which you managed to catch before taking his face in your hands

“You deserve every ounce of this love and happiness your fans give to you, that your friends and family have for you, and that I share with you, my harry”

“Yours..”

Placing another kiss on your lips he pulled away and wrapped you back up in his arms, he pinched himself most nights wondering how in the world he got so lucky to have found a woman as amazing as you are. You kept him safe, provided him so much love and comfort, and were his biggest supporter.

“Thank you for this petal, love you so much and m’so grateful I get to go through this life with you, can’t believe you did all this for me”

Smiling up at him you shrugged

“I’d give you the entire world if you asked me too..”

In Harry’s eyes you already had, you were the moon, the stars and the whole universe to him. You were his world.

#harry styles x female reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles masterlist #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x wife reader #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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BABE — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

pt 2

summary: in which y/n’s biggest fear comes true, and she tries to work past it but inevitably can’t.

notes: this is all angst. if you’re wanting a redeeming and loving Jack then you will not find him in this, but i do have other fics like that.

warnings: cheating, arguments

useless notes: another Taylor Swift inspired fic. are we surprised? probably not. should i be working on the next part of the Midnights Fic List? maybe. but instead i just spent three hours writing whatever this is

i stare at my phone screen, no longer able to make out the photo but that doesn’t matter because it’s seared into my brain now. i close my eyes, letting tears roll down my cheeks, but all i can see is that photo. Jack, his hands on another girls waist and her lips on his neck.

i feared this day would come, i just hoped it never would. and i can’t help but put some blame on myself. was i not good enough? should i have come with him on the roadie? i know he’s said before that i shouldn’t feel pressured to go, but i know so many other WAGS do. maybe if i had taken the time off from work to come then this wouldn’t have happened. but i didn’t do that. and now here i sit, at home in our apartment, while he’s in Texas, probably peacefully sleeping by now, next to another girl.

when i had first opened up to Jack about my insecurities and my fears, about my past with men who previously cheated on me and strung me along because i was so forgiving, he had promised me this would never happen. told me i was the only one he ever wanted and that if he ever felt like he wanted to be with someone else, he would have the decency to break up with me first and not string me along. but here we are.

this photo wasn’t what i was expecting to see when i decided to open twitter. i was expecting lots of celebratory tweets after the Devils win against the Stars, but then this picture was the first thing that popped up on my timeline. the user speculating that Jack and i broke up. we didn’t.

i finally open my eyes again, my vision clearer now that the tears have spilled over, i run my thumb over the screen, scrolling through my feed.

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@HUGHESLVR86: i see everyone on here sharing the photo from that girls insta story and speculating that Jack and y/n broke up but… have y’all thought about the possibility that maybe they didn’t? i know we all want to believe that Jack would never cheat but maybe we don’t know him.

- liked by @y/nontwt

@HUGHESISKARMA: guys, both y/n AND jack still have their pics together up on insta. leading me to believe that maybe they’re still together. in which case i feel for her right now. stop spreading that photo.

- liked by @y/nontwt

—

my scrolling is stopped by an incoming text from Jack’s brother.

—

FROM: Huggy 🧸

y/n, i’m sorry. i don’t know what he was thinking, if he was even thinking at all. please call me if you need someone to talk to. i’m here for you. even after you guys break up, you’ll still be my little sister.

—

Quinn’s sweet text only brings me more tears. not from his kind words, but from the fact that he thinks we’ll break up. because i know myself, and i know that if Jack comes home tomorrow apologizing and promising to never do it again, i won’t be able to get the courage to leave him. and i wonder what everyone will think of me. this isn’t like in the past. he’s in the limelight, everyone will know.

i fall asleep on the couch, crying and hoping that when i wake up, this will all have been a dream.

i wake up to the sound of the front door shutting and a heavy thud hitting the floor. and for a second, i’m excited to see my boyfriend. but then i remember why i’m on the couch. why my eyes are sore. it wasn’t just another night of falling asleep watching netflix. he cheated on me.

Jack’s footsteps halt at the living room entrance, and i look up to see him watching me. and when he sees my red puffy eyes and tear stains on my face, i know he knows that i know. his eyes are full of regret, that much i can see. he slowly makes his way over to the couch, gauging my reaction, and sits down on the other side, away from me. more tears build up in my eyes and i let them slowly roll down my cheeks, washing away the old tear tracks and leaving new ones in their place.

“you promised.” my voice is barely above a whisper, but it still cracks.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i am. i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk and she came up to me and i just— there’s no excuse.” he shakes his head before placing it in his hands, his elbows resting against his knees. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean for it to happen. and it won’t happen again. i swear. it was a mistake, and i- i- i swear on my life. it won’t happen again.”

i manage a weak nod. proving myself right from last night. i can’t leave. what is wrong with me? why can’t i leave? why can’t i just accept that he did it once and he’ll more than likely do it again, so i should get out of the relationship before he breaks me even more?

“okay.” i whisper. “i believe you.”

he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and a hopeful face.

“you’re not leaving?” he asks.

“no. i’m not leaving, Jack.” i tell him. “i love you. and if you tell me it was a mistake and it won’t happen again, then i believe you.”

he moves to the cushion beside me, taking my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i promise. i swear it. it won’t happen again.”

“okay.”

as i predicted, everyone knows. it’s been three weeks since Jack came home and confessed, and last night he took me on a date. i posted some pictures from last night on insta, and the comments have been all about what happened three weeks ago.

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@y/noninsta: i’m a lucky lucky girl 🤍🪐

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@user1: oh, she’s still with him??

@jackhughes: I love you babygirl

@y/noninsta: i love you to the moon & to saturn

@trevorzegras: cringe 🤮

@y/noninsta: your face is cringe

@user2: idk how she can stay with him after that photo

@user3: fr! i would’ve been out of there so quick

@_quinnhughes: that second pic was a jump scare. you put his ugly mug on here but not your pretty face sis?

@y/noninsta: this is why you’re my favorite hughes brother

@lhughes_06: @y/noninsta what am i?! chopped liver?! i at least deserve to be ranked higher than Jack

@_quinnhughes: @lhughes_06 bro wtf

@user4: wow, kinda just lost a little respect for her ngl

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my eyes well with tears and i take a loaded breath. my heart burns, and when i close my eyes, it’s the same way it’s been the past three weeks. all i can see is that stupid picture. i thought i could do this, but it hurts differently than in the past. in the past, i was able to move past it until it happened again, but this time, my heart hasn’t stopped hurting. every time i look at him, my heart breaks all over again remembering that he was with another girl.

i set my phone down on the couch beside me, and stare at the wall. i know what i have to do, but i don’t know if i can.

“hey babe, i’m heading out with the guys.” Jack walks into the living room, slipping his jacket on. but when he sees me, he freezes. “hey, what’s wrong?”

“i can’t do this.” my voice cracks, and now that i’ve finally said it, i feel a weight lifted off my chest.

“what?” Jack comes to stand in front of me. “c’mon don’t say that.”

“no. Jack, i really- i really can’t do this.” i tell him.

“i thought we worked past this? i thought you said it was okay. i told you, it was a mistake.” he crouches down in front of me to look at my face, and the walls i’ve built to hold myself up finally come crashing down. i look at his face and all i can think of is that picture.

“i know but, ever since you admitted it, i keep picturing her lips on your neck. i can’t unsee it, Jack.” i stand on shaky legs and he rises in tandem. “i hate that because of you, i can’t love you. not like i used to. because if we keep doing this— this thing, then i’m just gonna continue to worry even more than before. every time you leave, i’m gonna wonder if you’re out there sleeping with another girl. again.”

“that’s not fair.” he shakes his head.

“you’re right. it’s not.” i admit. “which is why i need to leave, Jack. i really hope you can understand that. it’s not fair on me. to constantly have to wonder who you’re with. or what you’re doing. and i can’t take that. i can’t trust you anymore, Jack.”

“so you can come on roadies with me until you trust me again.” he suggests, and the thought just makes me even more upset.

“i can’t just drop everything to go on the road with you multiple times a month! i have a job, Jack.” i tell him.

“so quit your job. i make plenty to take care of us.”

“you want me to quit the job, that i’ve worked so hard to get, so i can come on the road and babysit you to make sure you don’t cheat on me again?” i ask. “which will provide me with nothing to fall back on when you do inevitably do something again, and i actually decide to leave.”

“but i’m not gonna do anything!” he defends.

“yeah, that’s what you’ve been telling me for the last two years and look how that turned out.”

“yeah, and i didn’t do anything for two years! you can’t cut me some slack?” he argues and i put my hands together in a slow clap.

“you’re right, Jack. you waited two years to cheat on me. do you want a medal? a trophy?” i say. “yes, you didn’t do it for two years, but you still did it eventually. after you promised me you never would. you broke your promise.”

“so you’re just gonna throw this all away over a mistake?” he asks.

“i’m not the one who’s throwing this away. you did when you decided to get with another girl. in public. i’m just making sure i don’t get hurt again.” i tell him. i make my way to our bedroom, Jack following behind me.

“y/n, i’m sorry. okay? i’m sorry! i made a mistake. i told you it won’t happen again.” i ignore him, pulling my suitcase from under our bed and start randomly throwing clothes and an assortment of my things inside of it. “babe, let’s talk about this. c’mon. yes, okay, i slept with another girl. yes, i was caught. but if you didn’t know, wouldn’t that have been worse?”

his words make me freeze, and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. i turn to him.

“caught? Jack, is this the first time you’ve cheated on me?” he avoids eye contact and i swallow a lump in my throat. “Jack. tell me.”

“no.” it feels like my heart has shattered in my chest. the fragments getting caught in my lungs as i struggle to breathe. when i finally let out a shaky breath, it turns into a sob and i collapse to my knees in front of our bed.

this entire time he’s had me fooled. playing the role of doting boyfriend. when instead he was going behind my back. i don’t even know how many times, but it proves he was lying when he said it was a mistake.

i feel Jack’s hands settle on my back, trying to rub it and soothe me but i push them off and collect myself. i continue rushing around the room, packing my bag faster than before. zipping it up, i pull it off the bed and walk out of the room again, Jack trailing behind me once more.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he tells me, when i stop at the front door, slipping my shoes on. i grab my keys from the dish by the door and unclip the house key, setting it on the table.

“yeah, i am too.” i tell him, opening the door. “bye, Jack.”

i step out, shutting the door behind me, my tears blurring my vision as i head out of the apartment complex and to my car. i’m able to place my suitcase in my trunk and slip into the drivers seat before i breakdown again.

i don’t even know where to go. Jack was the only person i had here.

i pull out my phone, typing up a text to my boss and telling her there’s been an emergency and i’ll be using my built up two months of paid time off, before scrolling in my contacts and typing on the name of the only person i can think of right now. i put the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring for a few minutes before they pick up.

“hello?”

“Quinn.” i don’t manage to get another word out before i let out another sob.

“i’m booking you a plane ticket right now. it’s okay, y/n/n. it’ll be okay.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nj devils #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

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borderlinebelle · 3 months

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🌎🔮👁️

I JUST finished filming my first real full length YouTube video for the first time in over 2 years! 😳

I don’t even think it’s shit. i think … i think it’s quite vulnerable and thoughtful and cute and fun and silly and honest and open and it resembles the workings of my mind in recovery.

wanna maybe idk discuss mental health with me or whatever?

Shit has been weird here [🌎] for a while 👁️ no?

let’s start with decatastrophizing! 🤭

mountains into mole hills 🤝

ur invited friend, to watch me scale my “hard thing” RAW & here’s hoping it inspires you to SCALE your “hard things” too bestie!!

scaling “hard things” together! on my channel and through my tumblr ramblings & through all my art mediums i share happily and humbly with you 🤭

because those “hard things” are always so much more mf easy with a friend 🤷🏽‍♀️

{even if it’s just an internet friend🤘🏽(often the best type)}

see the dramatic af photo below ⤵️

in it, i am fully delusional, rubbing a $12 fur coat in my barely breathing Nissan Sentra 2014. i am about to film the surprise middle to my FIRST FULL EPISODE IN 2 YEARS that i FIRMLY believe 👁️ will begin a long and weird and successful career in ART and CONTENT and CULTURE creation surrounding mental health and recovery and the STATE OF THINGS AROUND HERE ↪️🌎🌍🌏↩️

i did it folks..

I’m back.

EPISODE ONE : SUNDAY MARCH 2ND

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BUT YOU CAN’T LEAVE

LEAVE CAN YOU? ….

& i know i still have to ✍🏽 EDIT the episode 😅 but …

you don’t know me. Oh.

I’m Borderline Belle. Hi friend! 😅 wow and i trapped you here in this AD so EARLY in our friendship.. but luckily you are fine. 🤭

You are after all my #1 employee. 🙂

and i am after all that: little miss every mf thing & with a CLEAR GOAL of finishing something as soft and heartwarming AS A FIRST EPISODE TO YOUR NEW FAVORITE GUILTY GIGGLE (made just for you) 🤤 to devour on SUNDAY MARCH 2ND to beat off the Sunday Scaries …

I’VE ALREADY BEGUN!

DEAR TUMBLR: im real sORRY I MADE YOU LOOK AT ALL THIS. DONT BE MAD AND FREAK OUT IN THE COMMENTS PLS. ILL CRY. IS MARKETING. PLS. TY.

If you run up my subscriber count WITH notifications turned on: i promise 🙂 it’s likely 🙂 I’ll never darken your doorstep ever again weary tumblr user. 😈

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okskz · 4 months

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New Year, New Date.

mia + hongjoong

mia finally agrees to go on a date with hongjoong, making her decide what she really wants.

the update I hope y’all were waiting for. please feel free to leave some feedback, it’s always appreciated! remember, requests are OPEN!

[9th member of stray kids]

mia looked at herself through her vanity mirror that she had in her room. adding some final touches to her makeup. she was getting ready to out with hongjoong, finally agreeing on that date he had been wanting to take mia on.

to say mia was nervous was an understatement as it had been awhile since the girl went on a date. of course she had been on dates with changbin but none of them made her nervous like how she felt at the moment. if anything, her date with changkyun was the last one she could remember that made her feel this way. even then, she remembered the kiss her and changbin shared that night.

changbin.

mia let out a small sigh as she stared at the picture frame she had with the photo of them two, never realizing how hard she was staring at it.

they were still messing around in secret, she wasn’t even sure what to call it. changbin showed no signs on asking mia to be his girlfriend again. it didn’t bother her at first but as time passed and she her hanging out with hongjoong became more frequently, a tiny part of her thought it was time to move on from changbin. especially since a tiny part of her also began to develop small feelings for him.

mia already knew how hongjoong felt towards her. and the last thing she wanted to do was lead him on not knowing where she really stood with changbin.

but tonight was going to answer everything, on how mia truly felt and want she wanted to do.

the girl sprayed some perfume on her, being the final thing she needed to do and stood up to look at herself through her large body mirror that was placed in the corner of her room. she smiled at herself as she smoothed out her white knitted dress then placed a black coat around her.

now, here came the hard part. trying to leave without getting questioned from the boys.

they were all together in the living room. it being a night where they all came to one dorm to be with each other. some were chatting, while others played video games. typical night for them. it didn’t help that she had ti go through the living room to leave the dorm.

so with her being mia, she swiftly went through them. “going out, see you all later.” she said as she grabbed her purse, the attention now on her.

“woah woah what?” minho said first. “you can’t go out! you’re hanging out with us!”

“I never agreed to that.” mia chuckled as she crossed her arms. “plus you guys were sure having a lot of fun without me being present.”

“where are you going at least?” jeongin questioned.

“just hanging out…” mia chewed at the inside of her mouth, jeongin’s question making her slightly nervous. “..with some friends.” she lied.

minho let out a laugh. “you don’t even have friends. we’re your friends.” the rest of the group laughed.

“I do too!”

“right…” minho laughed again. “could have fooled me, you look like you’d be going on a date dressed up like that.”

hyunjin noticed mia’s face expression change from minho’s words. “well I’m just a girl!” mia slammed the door shut, wanting to leave the dorm as fast as she could.

“something is off about her.” minho said.

***

“do they really question everything you do?” hongjoong slightly chuckled. mia rolled her eyes as she walked next to him, the two strolling down a carnival.

“yes!” mia exclaimed. “they’re like the older and younger brothers I never wanted.” mia laughed. “but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I know they do it to be funny… sometimes. I do know I can rely on them to have my back though.”

the two were munching on some popcorn, deciding to have a snack first before getting on any rides.

“enough about them. I saw you guys are going to perform as coachella this year. how great is that?”

“the group and I still can’t believe it.” hongjoong grinned. “we’re very excited about it though.”

“it’s very exciting!” mia cheered. “I’m so happy for you all- oh my god, the carousel!” the girl’s eyes brighten from seeing the ride. she instantly grabbed hongjoong’s hand, dragging him towards the direction of the ride.

“I’m assuming this is your favorite ride?” hongjoong questioned as the two walked through the ride to find a horse to get on.

“mostly definitely.” mia answered. she found one that she liked, hongjoong helping her to get on it. “always has been since I could remember.” hongjoong got on the one next to her as mia looked around at the lights and seeing others get on as well.

“thank you for coming on this date with me.”

mia softly smiled at hongjoong as the ride began. “you don’t know the feeling I got when you said yes.”

“sorry it took so long-“

“no need to apologize, I knew you weren’t ready and I understand. now I’m just hoping I don’t mess up so you can agree to go on a second date with me.”

“we’ll see how the night ends.” mia winked. “so far so good.”

after the ride, the two got on a few more rides, mia becoming thrilled with adrenaline from the rollercoaster they had just gotten off from. “gosh, mia. I don’t know how you enjoyed that.”

hongjoong placed an arm around mia, playfully leaning against her. mia chuckled. “oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.”

the two walked around, strolling some more. the carnival games were coming into view and hongjoong slowly stopped when hearing the music, hearing a familiar voice. “hey, who’s that on the speaker?”

mia looked up at hongjoong confused until she heard the song, and it was in fact her voice. “that’s me!” she squealed, hearing s-class playing. they were too into the music until hearing a man from a game stand. “come on up and play! all you gotta do is knock these three sets of bottles down and you win a prize for your lady.”

mia blushed as she looked up at hongjoong. “you don’t have-“

“oh I’m going to!”

mia stood next to hongjoong. the boy looked very focused. as he threw the first ball and ended up knocking down the bottle. “yes!” he tried again for the second and knocked it down as well. mia cheered for him

but on his third try, he had no luck.

“try again?”

hongjoong nodded, giving the man more money to try again. except this time hongjoong didn’t knock any of the bottles down. he tried for two more times and still no luck.

“hongjoong, I think that’s enough. you’re going to spend all your money here.” mia chuckled.

“one more try!” hongjoong said. he was determined to win mia a prize.

“hongjoong-“

the boy placed more money down, shaking himself off before throwing the ball and knocking down the bottle. he succeeded on the second one. “one more, mia.” he chuckled.

“you got this, son.” the man said, smiling at him.

hongjoong took a second before throwing the ball and to his surprise, he knocked the bottle down. “YEAH!” he cheered, wrapping an arm around mia and slightly picking her up. “you did it!”

“alright, which one would you like miss?”

mia looked at her options and her eyes landed on a big, tan, teddy bear. “that one, please.” she grinned.

the man got it for her, handing the bear to mia. “you have one dedicated boyfriend.”

mia chuckled as she looked back at hongjoong whose face was turning red, shaking his head. “he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” mia played along, winking at hongjoong. he became even more flustered as mia walked next to him. “thank you for this, but you didn’t have to continue all those tries”

“I couldn’t have my date be empty handed.” hongjoong said as he swung his arm around mia. “I knew I had to win it for you.”

mia smiled at him once more, hugging on her new bear tightly.

“one last ride before we head home?”

mia nodded her head, agreeing. “ferris wheel?”

and that’s exactly the ride they got on. it was a two seater one and mia had placed her bear next to her as she sat next to hongjoong.

“I had a really great time today.” hongjoong said.

“me too. it felt a little nice being away from my group members.” mia laughed.

“so does this mean I can take you on a second date?”

“hmm.” mia hummed, she didn’t know what came over her, but mia decided to be a little bold with her next actions. “I’ll give you my answer after this.”

“after what-“ hongjoong was slightly taken back when mia pressed her lips on his, kissing him softly. hongjoong didn’t waste time from kissing mia back.

the kiss sent butterflies down to mia’s stomach, feeling so intense that it was a new feeling she never felt before. kissing hongjoong felt right and naturally to her. mia knew what she wanted.

they broke apart, mia smiling at him. “woah.” hongjoong said, catching his breath. “woah.” mia laughed. “you can definitely take me on a second date.”

hongjoong said nothing more, going back to kiss mia again as the ride continued to move, ending their date.

mia was ready to move on.

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Pose!

Quinn Hughes x photographer!reader

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Y/NJohnson presenting some of your 23 Canucks - Prince Charming, The fancy frenchman, Papa bear & his cub Huggy Bear, Vape, Kool Kuz, Olly Elly, & Debby Ryan circa Radio Rebel

Its team Photo Day!

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Barzal97 I remember when he looked at me like that

Y/NJohnson Mat buddy, you’ve got to let him go

Barzal97 But I don’t want to

Y/NJohnson be like Rose or Elsa

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Y/NJohnson She let jack go!! he could've fit on the door

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Canucks our favourite smiley boys!

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Y/NJohnson Thats Juulsen!

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_quinnhughes not my house!

Y/NJohnson of course it will be

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_quinnhughes you’re in Jersey? 🤨

Y/NJohnson I can’t believe Shrek is older than Luke

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_quinnhughes Road trippin

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📌Y/NJohnson I’m bored so ask me/us questions!!

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_eliaspetterson you chose this life

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Y/NJohnson Quinn likes country 🤮 & I like anything but country

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User827 probably work dude

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Y/NJohnson Kent wanted to be a model & made me take picture of him to send to an agency. I liked the behind the scenes part so kept messing around with it

KentJohnson.13 stop spreading lies

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Y/NJohnson Really? That how you’re going to play it? Because I have your RSVP

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Kuzya_096 What about me?

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Y/NJohnson Little bro wanted a feature 🙄 here you go Kenten

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Y/NJohnson I’m not related to you

_quinnHughes yet

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_quinnhughes Unfortunately not. I tried to return him before but Mum wouldn’t let me

lhughes_06 you tried to leave him in a Costco parking lot

_quinnhughes well Costco sells everything! I assumed that meant annoying little brothers too

JackHughes I was 5!

KentJohnson.13 y/n left me at the mall once so I understand your pain Jack

Y/NJohnson I was 20 minutes late to pick you up when you were 15. Let it go

kentJohnson.13 Never

Canucks is that a Blue Jackets jersey we see on your page? Admin is wounded y/n

Y/NJohnson Listen, it was post the pic or continue to have him annoy me over text. I chose my sanity

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bboeser we can request a feature on your insta? Why am I only now finding this out

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Some of my favourite Nucks vs Devils pics from the last few years. Happy Now Jacky?

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sylix-royalty · 10 months

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28 for heid pls! :>

Well of course! #28: "I know you hate being touched, but... I need a hug."

Type: Fluff!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy under the cut!

Aaron classified two types of the hardest cases the team has to deal with. One’s with children, and one’s with victims that look similar to anyone on the team unintentionally. Those are the cases that emotions come through when they shouldn’t, and the person represented by these victims takes it personal even when, in most cases, it’s pure coincidence.

It was Spencer’s turn to fit victimology. Surprisingly, Spencer didn’t seem affected by it, though if anyone is least affected it is Spencer. His intelligence probably helps him detach more than the others.

Instead it hit Aaron hard.

One of the victims, Nicklaus Ghole, looked identical to Spencer, so much that even the genius had to do a double take and blink at the image. That’s when Aaron’s emotions took over, that photo. He couldn’t see a random victim he’s never met, he could only see Spencer (despite the fact that the real Spencer was living and breathing in front of him). Aaron fucked up, finding the UnSub unstable and going through a mental break. He found him alone, and took the shot without even trying to talk him down.

A knock at his office door caused him to look up, and Spencer stood in the doorway. His expression was concern. “Hotch…?” He whispered. “Everyone’s gone home.”

“You haven’t,” Aaron mumbled.

“I was finishing some work that I wasn’t able to before the case. I thought you’d left already,” Spencer admitted, setting the files down on Aaron’s desk. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Aaron replied, short and untrue. Spencer remained undisturbed.

“It’s normal, to see a photo of someone you care about and letting your heart take over, especially in situations where the person is portrayed as harmed or killed…” Spencer started mumbling, and Aaron sighed. “Surprisingly, a study that Joseph McInerney did, he’s a executive vice president of the American Society of Human Genetics, he found that any two people taken at random are going to share about 99.5 percent of their gene sequence, causing them to look eerily similar.”

“Reid, I appreciate what you’re trying to do but-” Aaron started.

“You didn’t follow protocol,” Spencer whispered, and Aaron snapped his gaze up to him. “It scares me, when you don’t follow protocol. At first I just… I didn’t think anything of it. I though you were just having a bad day. Maybe Jack had a hard morning, maybe you didn’t sleep well, you never seem to anymore. Then Nicklaus’ photo showed up and… that’s when I really thought about why you were so… irritable.”

“You didn’t noted they all resembled you?” Aaron asked, finding that hard to believe.

“No, I did. I just didn’t realize it mattered that much,” Spencer admitted with a soft shrug. “Just, promise me you won’t keep staring at the photo. I’m right here, Aaron. Not there.” He whispered, seeing Nicklaus’ crime photos on Aaron’s desk. Aaron hadn’t even noticed he’d been staring.

Spencer turned around, meaning to leave, but Aaron stood before he could take the three strides to the door, only making it about halfway there before Aaron spoke up. "I know you hate being touched, but...” he swallowed thickly, “I can’t lie, I did let my emotions get the better of me. And I was… unprofessional, I was worried, and for some reason this photo is messing with my perception. I…I need a hug. I need to know you’re really here.”

Spencer stared at him for a moment, before a small smile grew in his lips and he stepped over, slotting himself comfortably in Aaron’s arms and allowing him the relief. Aaron took a deep breath, holding Spencer warmly, relaxing more when Spencer’s arms squeezed him gently, reenforcing his life in Aaron’s.

“I’m right here,” Spencer promised as he slowly pulled away. Aaron exhaled softly, letting his arms go slack. “C’mon, close this all up, let’s go get dinner.”

Aaron couldn’t find it in his heart to say no.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #heid #hotchreid #spencer reid #Sylix’s little snippets

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messedupfan · 8 months

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Taylor Sloane Draft (Might Not Continue)

A/n: Hello! I thought I'd share something from the drafts that I've kind of abandoned haha. So read at your own discretion that this is possibly all that you'll get from this story. But I am open to any and all ideas, so if you have one let me know in the comments, asks, or even my dms. Enjoy!

Taylor plays with the ring on her finger. She has just accepted a proposal from a man she didn’t love, but that was good for her image. She downs the rest of her champagne and makes a face. She didn’t enjoy the beverage at all, but it was an expensive bottle that he bought special for the occasion. Although it was a sham, he said it was still something to be celebrated. And he wasn’t wrong. Taylor Sloane was no longer going to just be known as a freelance photographer and social media influencer. She was going to be the fiancé of a respected actor who is at the height of his career. Which means that she is going to be getting a lot of attention once their publicists have the photos of their secret engagement “leaked” to the press.

Looking out on the balcony of the restaurant, she can’t admire the view of the city much without being haunted by the memory of the first time she saw it. With you. It wasn’t at a fancy restaurant like this. No, back then the two of you could barely afford to splurge on McDonalds. It was after the first month of living in California. She was losing hope on ever getting an apprenticeship with a professional photographer. She hated the part-time job she had so she could help pay the bills. She was losing all hope of ever achieving her goals and chasing her dreams.

So, to cheer her up and help remind her where she is and of the endless possibilities, you grabbed her camera and drove her to the Hollywood sign. The two of you couldn’t actually get to the sign with security lurking around. But you could hike above it without getting into trouble. At the top of Mount Lee in the middle of the night, Taylor found inspiration again. You handed her the camera and she took a few different shots. She kissed you and thanked you well into the next morning. She truly loved you the best that she knew how.

Taylor looks at the ring and scoffs. There was a time when she believed the only person to ever put a ring on her finger would be you. Now she was far from that ever happening today. It was rare for her to regret her decision. Until it came to moments like these that woke her up. That reminded her of what she lost on her way here.

“I think this is going to be great,” Chris says as he joins her side. “Are you okay?”

Taylor flashes a quick smile at him and moves her gaze back to the city. She knew you had to be living in one of the neighborhoods. But she couldn’t know for certain. The two of you lost touch a long time ago and she could never find you on social media. The mutual friends the two of you had together haven’t spoken to her in years because eventually Taylor blew them off as well. They were holding her back, is what she would tell herself anytime she missed any of them. Including you. “I’m going to be, just, this isn’t how I imagined my first marriage. Maybe second or third,” she quips.

He laughs and looks down for a second, “I understand, and we still don’t have to go through with this. Y’know? It’s in the contract, we’re allowed to bow out at any point.”

“No, I’m not saying,” she turns her whole body towards him. “I’m okay. We’re going to make a great power couple for the next few years. And who knows, it might last longer than that,” she leans in to give him a kiss. He smiles against her lips.

“I’m happy to hear that you want to make this work,” he kisses her back and brings her closer to him. “I never saw this for myself either but I think this will be the best decision of my career. Maybe even my life.”

Taylor felt the exact opposite. She was already regretting this one so much. But she doesn’t show it. She hums as she kisses him again. She pats his chest and the two separate.

After they go their separate ways for the night, Taylor goes driving around town. She doesn't really leave the house to explore anymore. Anytime she goes out it's only to promote a place that has paid her to be there. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't want to do anything that will boost her image. That was well taken care of for now.

“You really want to drive across the country?” You ask skeptically after Taylor presented her idea to you. Graduation was creeping closer and closer. The both of you hoped you would have access to more money by now. But life was too tempting and the “You only live once,” mentality wasn't financially beneficial.

Taylor assumed she'd have access to her trust fund straight out of college but with the example she showcased to her parents in the past four years — not to mention how Nicky blew through his in a matter of months — the Sloane's only saw it fitting for Taylor to have to work a little harder for her money. She wasn't eligible for access until she was thirty-five. However, she could have it sooner if she got married and had a stable job.

Taylor knows that you would have easily married her if she asked. But she didn't want that to be the story. Even if she never told you that was why. She would know and it would eat her alive because that's not what you deserved.

Your parents gave you access to your money after you graduated high school. They thought you would be responsible with the money but with the spring break and summer vacation trips you paid for and the weekends spent in clubs, and the expensive dates and gifts that you would get for your girlfriend all started to add up and left you with barely enough to get you and Taylor something to rent in California. Not a nice place either. And there wasn't much left over to help the two of you get there. Not unless you drove across the country as Taylor has suggested.

“Come on, it could be an adventure,” Taylor boasts.

You laugh because she was volunteering to sleep in the car packed with yours and hers belongings when she was known for refusing to sleep anywhere that wasn't a five star hotel. But you haven't seen her so willing to do something like this. “Okay, yeah, we could do it. As long as I’m not the only one driving.”

#taylor sloane #y/n x taylor sloane #unfinished #stuck #don't know what to do #messedupfan drafts

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rhoorl · 7 months

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Week in Review | Nov. 12

Hi there! How’s your November going? I can’t believe we’re already almost halfway through. The time change has been kicking my ass this week, although it has meant that Baby Rhoorl now goes to sleep at a more reasonable time…for now.

Ok, here’s the recap…

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

It’s the Sniffles by @undercoverpena - I was in a mood for some sweet Frankie and Jo delivered with this sweet fic of Frankie taking care of a reader who came down with a cold.

Give Up the Bagel by @nerdieforpedro - Again, I wanted some sweet Frankie and found this on my TBR list and it hit the spot!

Marcus Pike

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - EL! Congratulations on ending your series! I have loved following along with Marcus and Ella and I was just swooning over their travels these last two chapters!

Dieter Bravo

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings, my sister in Dieter. I am so excited about this fic she has cooking up, Closed Position.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

Two Fingers of Whiskey by @morallyinept - This fictional cowboy just does things to me. I can’t help it. Also, what Jett is able to convey in 496 words is a triumph (especially coming from a long-winded bitch like myself 😉)

Two Left Feed by @linzels-blog - I had never thought about Jack line dancing and now I have and I can’t get it out of my head.

Tim Rockford

Steep is the Mountain by @sin-djarin I’m in a Tim Rockford spiral as of late, and a fic like this one only helps fuel the feralness. So thank you, Becca.

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest I’m almost all caught up, now I’m just one chapter behind!

Posts from the week:

Self Care with Dieter & Jett is always a highlight each week!

@goodwithcheese is a tremendous artist and made me absolutely laugh out loud with this depiction of @legendary-pink-dot’s Hinterland (which is a great read by the way!).

Putting a little plug here for these fun pencils by @fuckyeahpaperco! I already ordered the Javi and Joel set and I NEED the Frankie set!!

Feral corner:

This gif continues to fuel thots. As does any mention of Sequins!Joel (thank you @trulybetty). Frankie Friday got off to a hot start thanks to @intheorangebedroom. And then there’s this set of photos. I love picking up little things that Pedro does across characters, like this. Here’s your reminder (as if you could forget) that this photoshoot exists. Seriously, thank you Esquire, and everyone who made it a reality.

There’s been a lot of Benny Miller on my feed this week (thank you to those who tag me to make sure I don’t miss a post 😘). But this little moment from Triple Frontier gets me every single time. And I have to throw one in with the baseball cap.

Things I watched:

I went to the movies to go see The Marsh King’s Daughter. Would I normally have seen this movie? Probably not. So why, Jess did you go? Welp, because Garrett Hedlund was in it. I did a little movie review of it in case you missed it.

Personal Stuff

Because @maggiemayhemnj asked so nicely, I'll share a couple of months from the 2024 Pedro calendar I've been working on (this will replace the calendar my coworker got for my cube).

Week three of my health journey. I’m really trying to not stress about the scale this time, but I did reach a little milestone this week which is encouraging.

Mr Rhoorl and I are going to the Ice Nine Kills/In This Moment concert soon and I'm so excited. We saw Ice Nine Kills earlier this year when we went to Metallica, but it was a huge stadium. I'm looking forward to seeing them a bit closer. And In This Moment always puts on a good show. We've been debating how many times we've seen them, I think this will be the third.

Anyways, I'll be trying to listen to set lists all week to prepare. It looks like my favorite song isn't on the list but I'll keep listening to it anyway:

Fic updates:

Delta Landscaping Chapter 9 came out this past week and I’ve been plugging away at Chapter 10 - for the Frankie fans, I hope you’ll like it because he gets a bit of a spotlight. I’m also adding in two more PPCU characters too (just mentioning them by name at this point).

Thank you as always for reading and interacting!

Masterlists

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal characters fic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #Spotify

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fandom-imagines-stories · 10 months

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Walking Through Hell

Season Two Episode Ten (Season Finale)

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 4753

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Summary: Use the last two episodes of season four. Three inner conflicts come to a head in the season two finale.

Notes: Here is the season finale of season two! Thank you all for coming on this journey once again and I can’t wait to get the third season on the way! I’ve had so much fun with this series and it has such a special place in my heart. (Yes I wrote a crossover. It makes me happy.)

You expected to feel… well, something. Sad. Anxious. A sense of closure, maybe. But there was nothing. It was an unfamiliar numbness, unlike anything you’d felt before with the drinking or just the basic compartmentalizing you’d gotten so good at since the age of fifteen. At least now, you didn’t feel alone.

On either side of you stood a row of the best people you knew. They’d flown out to be with you.

All of them.

Aaron squeezed your hand to check if you were okay. He gave you a reassuring smile.

You nodded and took the photo out of your pocket. You didn’t know why you’d held onto it all these years, but this was the first time you found yourself able to give it up. It was from your thirteenth birthday when your mom had finally let you get your ears pierced. Her arms were locked around you while you gave the camera a toothy grin. You couldn't even remember who took the picture.

With everyone’s concerned eyes following you, you walked up to the gravestone and set the picture at the base.

The funeral happened while you were in rehab, not that you would have been strong enough to go anyway. You were surprised you’d made it off the plane now. Turning back to face the team of people behind you, you knew where your strength came from. All of them had helped you more than you would ever have the words to thank them.

Emily and JJ and Penelope were the best support you could as for. Dave treated you like the father you’d never had. Derek, who’d forced you back from the brink, gave you a small nod, reminding you of your own strength and how far you’d come. Aaron- your big brother- took you in all over again like he did before and like you knew he would do again if you asked. And Spencer… even though you’d broken his heart and moved out, he was there and you knew he always would be.

You walked back to join them. Derek put an arm around your shoulders and Spencer stayed by your side all the way back to the car. But as you got into the passenger side next to your brother, you looked back a final time at your mother’s headstone.

Lydia Y/L/N. May she find her way out of the darkness.

You weren’t sure why that was the memory in your mind, but it was all you could think about while you rambled on.

The water cooled your parched throat, dry from talking for the past hour. The one downside of learning how to share- sometimes you didn’t quite know when to stop.

“It sounds like things are going pretty well then?” Dr. Sweets asked, leaning forward in his chair with an encouraging smile. “You’re moving back in with your boyfriend, things at work have formed a steady rhythm to your schedule, and you’re continuing to go to AA meetings once a month.”

“I still have a few things left at Aaron’s, but yeah. Things are going pretty okay.” This time, you actually believed it.

Dr. Sweets sat back in his chair, giving you that look when he’s figured something out that you haven’t. You hated that look, but on the young shrink, it was somewhat bearable.

“Why do you think you’ve left things at Aaron’s apartment?”

You shrugged. “I just haven’t gotten around to it, I guess. It’s not a big deal. It’s just some of my things for work and some clothes.”

“Do you think you’re worried about having to move back in with your brother?”

“Aaron’s not a safety net.”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” he grinned. He’d played you into admitting your real feelings. Something he’d learned to do in the last few months of you seeing him.

You shook your head, smiling. “I hate it when you do that.”

“No, it’s why you like me.” He poured you another glass of water. “Why do you think that is?”

“Why do I like having you over the bored woman I saw before who probably thought I was crazy?”

“No,” he chuckled. “Why do you think you’re so nervous about moving back into your apartment with Spencer?”

“Oh look at that, we’re out of time,” you said.

“I know that trick.”

“I don’t know why I haven’t moved everything. I haven’t thought that much of it.”

He leaned forward again. “Y/N, we both know you have.”

“Dr. Sweets-”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lance?” He smiled. “We’ve built pretty decent rapport in these sessions, hm? I don’t insist on calling everyone in your life agent, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Lance. There, happy?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” The teasing look on his face was quickly replaced by a more serious concern. “There’s one more thing I think we should talk about.”

You downed the rest of your water. You knew where this was going.

“It’s been a year since what happened.”

“Technically, my birthday isn’t for another-”

“Y/N…”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “But with everything that’s been going on between Spencer almost dying and Aaron driving himself crazy over this case from Boston, I haven’t given myself a lot of time to process it, I guess.”

“Is that the Foyet case?” Lance wondered. You nodded and he blew out a long breath. “I read about that. Sounds like a scary guy.”

“Enough to scare one of the bravest people I know, that’s for sure.”

A knock at the door signaled it was time to go.

Lance sighed, wishing that you could stay and talk a little while longer. He knew that the next few days were not going to be easy. “Processing this is going to take some time, but you don’t have to be alone. Is the team going to be here next week?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “They’re on a case right now, but-”

“They can’t tell you. Right.”

Another knock, this one louder and more insistent. He ran a hand down his face.

“Well, if you need anything, you know you can always call.”

You stood up and nodded. “Thanks, Lance.”

“I’ll see you next week?”

“If I don’t get kidnapped again.”

“That’s not funny.”

You shrugged. “It’s kinda funny.”

When you opened the door you found a wall of a person blocking your exit. You would have collided if he hadn’t sidestepped out of your way just in time.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was with you,” the man said. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to signify his urgency. “We’ve got a new case I think you can help on.”

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” You asked, trying to place why the agent looked so familiar.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at you for a second, and then smiled. “Yeah, you’re Dr. Y/L/N, right? You’ve been an expert witness on a few of my cases. My partner wasn’t too thrilled about having a psych profile done on our killers, but you were great!” He held out his hand. “Seeley Booth.”

“Now I remember,” you beamed. “The Bianchi and the Schwartz cases, right? Do you work a lot with Caroline Julian?”

He nodded. “She’s the best of the best.”

The buzz of both of your phones ended your conversation. Agent Booth turned to Dr. Sweets.

“It’s Bones. We should go. It was nice to officially meet you,” he smiled. The two hurried off, Dr. Sweets giving you an apologetic look as he went.

“Small world,” you muttered to yourself before answering your call.

The case was turning out to be much more than they thought. Spencer couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. There were too many missing pieces. If Willaim Hightower wasn’t a killer, that meant there was still one out there, taking people from Detroit across the border and leaving the homeless community in fear of who’d be next to disappear.

What troubled him the most though, was that the unsub would be striking again soon. If not already.

“What’s on your mind, Reid?” Hotch asked.

They were driving back from the Canadian police station to Detroit to figure out who the unsub’s next target might be and how he was picking up people to begin with.

Reid exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Honestly?” He looked out of the window and watched the Detroit skyline dissolve into trees once they crossed the border. “William Hightower’s sister. He’s been looking for her all this time. He got us to come here because of her. He risked being charged with murder and now he’s going to spend time in a Canadian prison…” He trailed off, but he didn’t need to continue for his superior to understand.

“But the odds of us finding her alive are slim, so what was the point of it all?” Hotch concluded.

Reid gave him a small nod.

“I don’t think it would make a difference to him, knowing the end or not.” Hotch stared at the road in front of them. “He’ll never stop looking for her.”

The two fell into a silence, both of their thoughts drifting away from Hightower. While Reid had no siblings of his own, he’d seen how much that bond can mean to a person. He imagined Hotch in that car instead of Hightower. Unbeknownst to him, the man beside him was imagining the same thing.

Hotch couldn’t help but remember the dark thoughts he’d had when they were hunting down the Cunninghams. He’d imagined what he’d do if they had killed you before he could get there. While he hadn’t shown it, there was a part of him ready to tear them apart.

Suffice it to say, he didn’t have to think too hard to understand William Hightower’s motivations, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.

“Reid,” Hotch started, changing the conversation to one that needed to be discussed while they still had the chance. “I think we should both take some time off next week.”

The younger agent grimaced. “She isn’t going to like being babysat.”

“We wouldn’t be babysitting. We would be supporting her on the anniversary of a traumatic event.”

“Technically two traumatic events.”

“Reid,” Hotch sighed.

“I was planning on it anyway,” Reid said. He fiddled uncomfortably with a paperclip from the file in his lap. “You don’t have to worry.”

“She was kidnapped and almost murdered last year, I have every reason to worry.”

Reid twisted the paper clip out of its shape. “I know.”

“And I know you’re worried too.”

“I am.”

Hotch looked over at the other man and saw a combination of worry, frustration, and confusion all present on his face. He parked the car and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll talk about this more after the case is done, okay?” He said. “I just want to make sure that the two of you are going to be alright.”

Reid nodded, his expression remaining the same. He turned to Hotch and sighed.

“What about you?”

The car fell into silence again. In answer, Hotch merely gave him a small smile- barely perceptible- before getting out of the car and rushing into the station.

It was uncomfortable, being in a park after knowing what you knew about Annapolis. But you obviously didn’t tell Haley that.

“Be careful on the slide, sweetheart!” She called to her son.

Jack gave the two of you a toothy grin and a thumbs-up before barreling down the biggest slide at the playground. He almost tripped getting off but hurried back up to go again.

“Little shaky on the dismount,” you said. “But I give him an 8 out of 10.”

Haley laughed, shaking her head. “I just wish he wouldn’t run around like he’s trying to get hurt.”

“Gee,” you raised a brow, “I wonder where he gets that from.”

“Oh, like you’re any better than your brother,” she said. “Sometimes I think you’re worse.”

You held up your hands innocently. “I’m not out hunting murderers right now.”

“Don’t remind me.” Her expression saddened as she took a sip of her coffee. You leaned your head on her shoulder and she wrapped an arm around yours. Without saying anything for a while, you both watched Jack as he joyfully played tag with a couple of the other kids. He just looked so… happy. Kids make that seem so simple.

“Spencer called me earlier. He said they might be gone a little while. The case took a different direction,” you said.

Haley took a deep breath, swallowed her worry, and gave you a smile. “Speaking of Spencer,” she said, “how’s that going? Are you officially moved back in?”

“I’m not technically out of Aaron’s place, no.”

Again, she shook her head.

“What?” You asked.

“You,” she said. “That’s what.” You looked at her with a complex- and mildly offended- expression, so she continued. “Do you love Spencer?”

“What kind of a question-”

“Do you want to be with him? Despite his job, despite yours, despite all of those factors that get in the way of this incredible thing that you have together?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then what are you so afraid of?” She asked.

You didn’t know what to say. Not because you were trying to hide something, but because you couldn’t pinpoint which of your worries was holding you back the most.

You thought about seeing Spencer in the hospital and writing the letter to tell him goodbye because you believed he deserved better than you could give him.

You thought about all of the fear you’d tried to drown because you were terrified of turning into someone else and hurting him.

You thought about how frightened you were going to that dinner at the apartment, but how right it felt when he finally held you again.

You thought about how you almost lost him.

While you sat in this silent battle in your mind, Haley spoke again.

“I think the only thing that scares you more than your past,” she said, gently taking your hand, “is your future.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she kept going. “And, sweetie, it could be beautiful. But you have to get out of your own way to let it.”

Jack bounded back to the two of you before you could respond, but, honestly, there was nothing you could say. As much as you didn’t want to admit it… she was right.

The only thing that kept you from Spencer these past few months was the idea that there wasn’t any point. That he could never really have a future with you. But maybe that was up to you. Maybe, you just had to stop being afraid of every possibility and start working toward the best outcome.

“Aunt Y/N can we get ice cream?”

You smiled at your nephew. “I think that’s a question for your mom, Jack.”

“But you always say yes to ice cream,” he giggled.

Haley looked at you, laughing, and you shrugged.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” you lied.

“Alright, you two,” she said, standing up and taking his hand. “Ice cream it is.”

You took Jack’s other hand and the three of you started back toward Haley’s car, her words still ringing through your mind. Her bluntness brought about a question you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about in a long time.

What did you want for your future?

And what did that mean for you and Spencer?

Spencer paced back and forth across the barn loft, examining the child-like drawings in his hand while his mind tried to piece them into the case. These weren’t the works of a methodical, driven sadist who tortured his victims for his own pleasure, but the drawings of a person who had a much different view of the world than they anticipated. Someone who most likely saw their surroundings more with the thoughts of a child rather than an adult, despite their physical body.

But that wasn’t where all of his focus allowed him to be.

All day, he’d been asking himself the same thing over and over again.

Was this what he wanted? Did he even know what he wanted?

He knew he wanted you. But what did that really mean anymore? After everything that had happened in the past year, how was he supposed to move forward when he still felt like he was walking on eggshells? No matter what he did, there was always a voice in his head telling him that it was wrong. That it would drive you away again. How was he supposed to prove to you that all he wanted, more than anything, was to be by your side, in good times and bad…

Spencer froze.

He put the idea aside and forced himself to continue with the case, though the spark in his chest wouldn't quite go away.

His question, however, lingered in his supervisor’s mind.

“Do you ever get the feeling that a case isn’t going to end well?”

As Hotchner walked back to the house, he couldn't help but feel Reid’s words sink into him. In truth, he had had that feeling since they saw the pigs. The image of people being ripped apart by their snorting snouts still sent a shiver up his spine, but he had to keep his hard exterior for the sake of everyone still looking for the missing girl.

He thought about the sickening amount of shoes they’d found and the people that the world deemed unworthy of searching for.

He thought about the Reaper and his fatal deal.

He thought about the Cunninghams trying to trade your life for the memory of their daughter’s.

He thought about his team.

How many more times would they be able to look into the abyss? How many more times before they wouldn't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job took?

Would he ever be able to find those pieces of himself?

The two men, though no longer in the same part of the property, were still connected by the worries that plagued both of their minds and the questions about their job and their lives that nobody could answer for them.

You shouldn’t have still been awake, but you had a study you’d been working on for weeks to finish… plus you hadn’t heard from anybody on the team in days and you worried someone would call when you were asleep. Despite that, however, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Even the air mattress in the office was starting to seem enticing when your phone finally rang.

“Hey, I- wait, why are you still up?” Spencer started.

“Same as you,” you yawned. “Work.” You stood up from the couch and stretched your stiff limbs. “So are you guys back then?”

“I just got back to the apartment and,” he took a deep breath, “can you come over? I need to talk to you about something.”

You held the phone a little tighter, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. “S-sure. I’ll be right over.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” His serious tone betrayed what you feared.

This was it.

Spencer had finally had enough.

When you went into the office to grab your jacket, you looked around mournfully. At least you still had some things you hadn’t moved yet. It would make moving back in a lot easier.

The whole drive over, you thought of everything you could have done wrong.

You’d been pretty focused on your study, but he never complained about your dedication to your job, especially with his line of work.

You’d been trying to be extra supportive of his work when he had to leave and you were grateful for every moment you got with him. Did he think you’d become clingy?

Maybe he’d just realized that, during those months of being apart, he was better off without you. What you thought was the two of you reconnecting was just him trying to figure out if he was right.

The elevator might as well have taken hours to reach the right floor and, by the time you reached the door, you wanted to throw up.

Just when you thought things were finally getting better…

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

You were greeted by clattering and a string of curses. Spencer stooped over to pick up the stack of books he’d knocked off his desk.

“I must have calculated the time wrong,” he laughed nervously. “You’re early.”

“I probably sped a little,” you said, looking at the various books placed on the coffee table. Dracula. The Time Machine. Anna Karenina. A Study In Scarlet. “What’s all of this?”

Spencer swallowed. “I need your help with something.” He held up a piece of paper, trying to keep his hand from shaking.

You looked at the scribbles and raised a brow. “A book cipher?”

He nodded.

“And you need my help?”

Again, he just nodded.

Despite your previous panic, you ran a hand through your hair and took a seat with a flustered sigh.

“Okay, the first word is…” You flipped through the pages of the first book and found the page, line, and word that the cipher instructed. “Will.”

“Perfect. Okay,” Spencer wrote it down on another sheet of paper. “What’s the next one?”

“Ummmm, let me see.” You thumbed through the next volume, still wondering how this all connected to him dumping you. “You. The next word is you.”

“Interesting,” he hummed, handing you the third book, glad you hadn’t figured it out and spoiled the surprise.

You held his copy of Anna Karenina and reached for the locket around your neck.

“Okay, the third word…” Your finger traced the line of text, stopping suddenly over a word you couldn’t have read right. You counted again. And again. And again. In a hoarse voice of shock, you repeated the cipher’s word. “Marry.”

Will you marry-

Spencer gulped. “You didn’t find the fourth word.”

Your laughter choked on the sobs threatening your voice. Spence smiled, his nerves even worse than before.

“I know I don’t have a ring or anything- I didn’t have time after the flight, otherwise I would have found a store that was open this late and-” He took a deep breath to stop his rambling. Spencer got down on his knee in front of you, taking your hands in his, both of you trembling. “We have both led lives that have just proven again and again just how fragile and precious and scary and wonderful life can be. We’ve seen the darkest this world can give, but in you, I’ve found the brightest light. You reminded me that life can be more than the horrors we’ve both faced.” He wiped away the tears falling on his cheeks, but more kept coming.

You didn’t know when you’d started crying, but the lamplight outside shone clearly on both of your faces, revealing the streams of tears adorning your cheeks.

Spencer kissed your hands as if to remind himself that this was really happening. He cleared his throat to keep his voice from cracking.

“Y/N, I realized tonight that I don’t want to spend another minute without you knowing that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He handed you the final book. “So, to finish the cipher… will you marry me?”

His perfect hazel eyes watched you with a mix of hope and fear that you felt burning in your chest since the day you’d met.

“Spencer, I…” You brushed the tears from his face, but any words you tried to say died on your lips. So, you did the first thing you thought of- you grabbed a book. With Spencer looking on in confusion, you frantically searched the pages of A Study in Scarlet until you found something that worked and handed him the book, pointing at a specific passage.

“You wish me to come?”

“Yes, if you have nothing better to do.” A minute later we were both in a hansom, driving furiously for the Brixton Road.”

He looked back up at you.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, Spencer,” you beamed. “It means yes.”

An air of disbelief settled between you, but only for a moment.

Spencer leaped to his feet, pulling you up into his arms, spinning both of you around, and knocking the books onto the floor all over again. You weren’t sure how long your lips were locked together, but when he set you down, you both had to stop and catch your breath. The two of you fell onto the couch, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I thought,” you gasped, “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

He wiped any remaining tears from your face. “What?”

“I had it in my head that you called me over here to tell me that it hasn’t been working out and that we shouldn’t have gotten back together in the first place.” You couldn’t help but laugh at it now that every nerve in your body was lit up with elation. “That’s why I haven’t…” You trailed off, remembering what both Dr. Sweets and Haley had told you. “I have to go back to Aaron’s.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, still panting from the kiss. “What?”

“I have to go get the rest of my things.”

“You have to go… right now?” He traced a line from your hand up to your shoulder.

You smirked at his enthusiasm. “I promise, I’ll explain when I get back and then we can-” You kissed him again. “Celebrate.”

“Okay,” he grinned, face reddening.

You untangled from him and grabbed your keys, stopping at the door. “Spencer.”

“Hm?”

You smiled back at him. “We’re getting married.”

You left and Spence fell back against the couch with a dazed, euphoric expression, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see the stars.

The elevator to Aaron’s moved even slower, but now it was because of your excitement, rather than your dread. The whole drive, you debated if you should tell him now, or wait so you and Spence could tell him together, but you knew the moment you stepped into the room, he would figure it out.

You knew that you’d been using that stupid air mattress as a safety net ever since you and Spencer had gotten back together. And it wasn’t that, because he’d proposed, your fear had suddenly gone away.

You’d just decided to let yourself be happy despite it, just like Haley said.

As the numbers reached the right floor, you felt your excited heart beat even faster. You couldn’t wait to see Aaron’s face when he inevitably read you like a book. Every step down the hall just made you want to start skipping.

You were marrying the smartest, sweetest, most incredible man in the world.

You were finally going to let yourself be happy.

The door was unlocked, so you just took that to mean he’d just gotten back. Probably spent hours at the office working on paperwork for their last case.

“Aaron, I’m just stopping by to grab the rest of my stuff,” you said into the quiet apartment, turning to shut the door behind you.

When you turned back around, you saw him.

“...Aaron?” You gasped. Your brother laid on the floor in a pool of his own blood. “Aaron!” You sprinted across the apartment, falling to your knees beside him. You tried to press your hands against the wound, but there were too many of them.

“Y/N… you can’t… you need to…” He tried to say, but his eyes couldn’t stay open. He was fading fast.

“Come on, stay with me big brother.”

“No, you need to…” He fought to stay conscious if only to save you. “The Reaper.”

Your breathing hitched. “What?”

Aaron gripped your arm.

“Run.”

His eyes widened and he tried to push you out of the way, but his limbs failed him.

A hand shot around your face, yanking you away from your brother and covering your mouth You didn’t even see the knife before it entered your torso. You only saw Aaron’s face contorting with horror as he watched his little sister, screaming into the hand of George Foyet.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

End of Season Two

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butterbeerblurbs · 2 years

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grow with me, grow with you (f.w.)

💌 : fred adores the things you adore... even if it means being a plant dad. (that it gets him excited to one day thinking he’ll hopefully be a father to your children) 📝 word count: 902 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 silly (but maybe sweet?) fluff / timeline is set after the war / reader isn’t necessarily written to be chinese but does have chinese traits/beliefs (bc i’m chinese lol) 💬: as a mother of four money plants... yes... 🌿

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the sight fred’s granted with is one that he can’t quite wrap his head around (despite being somewhat fond of herbology, when things escape the realm of magic, it’s tricky). he wants to help but he feels like his way of helping is staying out of your way, watching as you put together two pots–wait those are bowls–of... “what’s that?”

he already feels his heart swooning at the way your eyes twinkle up to him as you hold them up. they’re a pair of orange bowls, both with plants sprouting from them. he remains seated by his office desk, resting his chin in his palm as you approach him to let him see what they are. he’s seen them before, around your shared home, your parents’ home, even a couple of your friends but he has never questioned them before. until now, when you place one bowl on george’s table, and the other onto his table, right next to a photo frame of fred’s favourite photograph of the both of you during summer break.

“this is a money plant.”

fred places his pen, raising his brow, “does it–(grow money?)”you quickly reach over the table and slap your hand over his mouth, “no, it doesn’t.”

he snorts against your palm, peeling it off his face so he can give you a tug so you would walk around the table. you comply, standing by his chair until he shifts back and pulls you to sit on his lap. as he hooks his chin on your shoulder, he watches as you lure the bowl closer so fred can have a look.

“so they just... grow in water?”

“yep,” you nod, hands circling the orange bowl.

he makes a sound. “won’t they drown?”

“well... they’re under a category of plants that can grow in water, which is different to the ones that grow in soil. but that doesn’t mean these can’t grow in soil, either.”

“...”

“have i lost you, freddie?”

he scoffs a laugh and buries his face to your neck, “it’s like herbology all over again...”

you nudge the bowl to the side, so that your hands are able to rub over his arms hooking you down. “it doesn’t matter, you just have to make sure you refill the water when it gets low and i’ll come by to clean it from time to time.”

he peeks up with pursued lips. “is there a reason why you have this specific plant in here?”

“well...” you hesitate for a moment, but with fred imploring you with his curious, wide eyes and the kind of aura that ensures you he’ll never judge you for anything, you cave in. “it’s a bit silly, but don’t laugh, okay?”

he uses a free hand to imitate zipping his lips.

“like the name, these money plants are believed to bring good luck for businesses and... you know, money. my parents believes in them and naturally, i do too. whether it does bring in money or not, it’s always comforted me when i get stressed so maybe they could offer the same to you, too.”

you grow conscious when fred’s all silent, though he’s smiling, you can’t quite capture what he’s thinking. it makes you press your lips together and lightly pat on his arm around your waist, chuckling awkwardly.

“i told you it was silly,”

he shakes his head and presses a kiss to your shoulder, “that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me.”

“you’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“certainly am not... though, i can if you’d like.”

at fred’s hidden innuendo, it makes you gasp, “freddie!”

“what? do the plants have eyes?”

“freddie, they’re plants, not animals.”

“guess we won’t have a problem then.”

((fred notices you’ve disappeared into his office for a few good minutes, so he’s decided to come check on you. he reaches his office and looms by the door, peeking through the crack to see you placing–what he assumes to be cleaned plants–onto his table with a small smile.

then he overhears: “grow up to be strong and healthy, okay? give freddie and good ol’ george blooming business.” he tries not to laugh, but hearing your laugh to your own childishness almost gets him to crack. “that’s silly. but i mean it, okay? they’ve worked so hard, and you will too, to grow.”

just as you gently pat the leaves and move to stand up straight, your head lifts to the door to see... “h-how long have you been standing there?”

fred smirks. “enough to hear you sweet talking to the plants instead of me.”

“...i hear talking kindly to your plants will help them grow.”

fred doesn’t know why, but for some reason fred imagines that one day, you’ll be talking kindly to the children the both of you could potentially share. it makes his heart full just thinking about it, even though he knows his silence is making you anxious, mind jumping to conclusions.

at his silence, and the way his cheeks start to blush at the thought of starting a family with you, it was your turn to get curious.

“what’re you thinking about, freddie?”

he clears his throat, blinking a couple of times to return to being in this reality with you. he takes a step back, shaking his head, “n-nothing. i’ll leave you be now.”

“wait! i wanna know, i wanna know!”

fred makes a bolt for it.))

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enchanting-eloquence · 2 years

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Welcome home baby (Jake Seresin)

Summary: Your boyfriend Jake "Hangmam" Seresin is coming home after a long mission, but as excited as you are to see him you're nervous too - you've got a secret to share. (1,900 words)

Author notes: Thank you so much for reading - I'm still finding my feet with this and getting the confidence to post regularly/ break through the writer's block, so any comments, likes or shares would be hugely well received. And what can I say, this man is inspiring a loooot of thoughts in me!

Warnings: Some serious fluff, angst, hints of sex although nothing direct.

Welcome home baby

The phone woke you before the alarm and you rolled over, silently cursing yourself for keeping it in the bedroom. Usually it would be downstairs or at least on silent mode, but there were times when you wanted it close - needed to know you could be reached, just in case something went wrong on assignment.

As your eyes came to focus on the screen and the first line of his message popped up in front of you, you knew that wasn’t the case this time.

Goooood morning beautiful. This is your pilot speaking. We’re all prepped for take off, the weather is good and in less than eight hours I’ll be back in our house.

You grinned, glad no one else was around to see just how goofy you looked as you began to type a reply, only to see those three dancing dots looking back at you.

Back in our bed.

The second message inspired a laugh, rough with the edge of sleep. And again, the dots moved.

Back in you.

This time the text was swiftly followed by a selfie, Jake strapped into a helicopter wearing standard issue green overalls and the cocky smile that told you exactly what he was thinking about as he prepared to head home.

Usually you liked to tease a little - the back and forth between the two of you had been part of the fun since day one. But this mission had been a long one and you had damned good reason to want him home. Plus, with your brain still addled from sleep it was hard to be anything but honest.

God I’ve missed that face.

And funny you should mention the bed, I’m in there right now.

The dots returned again.

Maybe you should stay there all day, wait for me?

You chuckled quietly, a familiar heat rising in your core as you placed a hand to your middle.

It’s no fun without you here, the bed’s too big and I’m too lonely.

That sounds tough sweetheart, maybe you should send me a photo - it’ll be like I’m there with you…

Again a laugh, knowing exactly the kind of photo he meant and determining that wasn’t a good idea this morning.

We both know those photos are only when you’re alone. And I’m guessing right now you’re not.

Instead you snapped a quick selfie as you were - hair mussed, eyes still heavy lidded, and straps of your tank top visible over the blankets.

This will have to do!

There was a brief pause while you imagined him opening the photo, probably even zooming in a little to the bottom part just to see if there was any sign of your cleavage over the top of the blanket.

God you’re beautiful. I can’t get back to you quick enough baby. Need to put the phone away now but start the countdown - I’m on my way.

As he went offline, you looked again at his photo, marvelling - as you so often did - that such an incredible man was yours.

As if those knowing green eyes, sharp jawline and deliciously smart mouth had found their way to you; and as if the highly decorated fighter pilot who spent half of his life on top secret missions around the world has somehow decided that home life with you was just as good a fit for him.

Not that he ever let you believe you were the only one who had struck lucky. If there was one place that Hangman parked his trademark arrogance, it was when he was complimenting you. Marvelling at how lucky he was every time your smile lit up his field of vision, and asking over and over as he watched you work just how someone like you had ever agreed to start a life with someone like him?

And from today onwards, that life together would never be quite the same again. A new chapter was about to begin, even if your boyfriend didn’t even know it yet.

You shook your head, grinning despite yourself at his goofiness as you climbed out of bed, leaving Jet - the black Labrador he’d bought to keep you company while you were home alone - snoozing on the bed as you prepared to start your day.

Jake’s homecoming days were always strange ones when you’d learned to plan little. There was no telling exactly when he would be home, leaving an anxious pit in your stomach until the moment he walked through the door.

On days like today that anxiety was tempered with the knowledge that he was coming home; something you knew only too well wasn’t always guaranteed for even the best pilot in the navy. Nonetheless, you’d begun a ritual of wearing one of his shirts on those days - a lucky charm that helped you feel close to him until you could start to expect him.

Today it was an old Dallas Cowboys shirt - worn and comfy enough to soothe your off-kilter nervous system, and big enough to fall past the hem of your shorts as you and the dog pottered around the house, working on some admin you knew would stop your mind wandering into worry and your eyes to the clock more than once every ten minutes as you wondered how tonight’s reunion would go, the faintest patter of uncertainty tempering your excitement to come back together.

With a couple of hours left until Jake’s ETA, you wrapped work for the day and headed out into the garden to weed the flower beds you’d both planted together, determined to ground yourself and prevent your nerves getting the better of you.

With the sun on your back, your hands in the earth, and Spotify playing from your phone, it was all too easy to lose track of time, meaning that when Jet began to bark joyfully, you put it down to excitement over the neighbours’ kids playing and hushed him without a glance.

“Well well well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes?”

His voice was like honey, and had you dropping the tools you were using with a start. Slowly you turned and saw him standing before you - every inch the handsome navy man - with one hand on the head of the joyous dog who danced at his feet.

As you stood, he dropped his rucksack and strode towards you, putting his hands on your hips and lifting you so that your legs wrapped around him while he kissed you deeply with a slow heat that was both sexy and soothing all in one.

When you finally came up for air he pressed his forehead against yours and gazed into your eyes. “Missed you baby,”he said gruffly.

“Missed you too,” you murmured, moving to rub your head against his neck like a cat.

You stayed like that for a while, simply relishing being able to touch one another and breathe the same air, before he moved his face back to grin at you and shifted your weight to lift a hand to your shirt.

“And a cowboys shirt? Really darlin’? I’ll remind you of this next time you complain about the game being on.”

You swatted his chest playfully and smiled. “It’s not the Cowboys doofus, it’s you. It smells like you.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. “And now it’ll smell like you.”

“Now,” he shifted you back up again. “This has been a long mission and there’s something we really need to do before I even think about unpacking. So what if we head inside and-.”

“Jake, just, wait.” You out a hand on his chest, your heart beginning to pound as you realised this was the moment. “We need to stay here for a while.”

He raised an eyebrow and reminded you all too keenly of the arrogant airman who’d first charmed you into a date. “Oh you don’t want to go inside? I mean, that’s cool with me although I don’t know how the neighbours will feel about you screaming my name-.”

The statement was meant to make you laugh, but it just led you to chew your lip harder as you wondered what to say.

“Baby what’s going on, is something wrong?” He pulled you tighter into him, his face smoothing into a worried frown as you shook your head and looked downwards

“No. Well I, I don’t think so.” You took a deep breath and lifted your chin to meet his eyes with yours.

“Jake, I’m pregnant.”

The green eyes widened and the jaw dropped for just a second - the famous Hangman caught off-guard for just long enough to make you worry.

“I know it’s a surprise. Know we’d planned to wait, to get married first.” The words spilled out of you as you lowered your eyes again, “I found out two days after you left. Couldn’t call, didn’t want to tell you by text. So I just waited. Thought that would be best.”

When you looked to him again, you realised his expression now was one of concern. “You’ve been holding this all by yourself?”

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you suddenly realised how tough that had been.

“It’s been six weeks y/n.”

The tears spilled now, “I know. And I should’ve told you, I’m sorry. We should’ve talked about it.”

“Whoah whoah whoah.” He set you down now and put his hands on your shoulders as he crouched to meet your eyes.

“I’m just worried. You, pregnant and home alone,” Jet barked as though understanding and Jake shot him a quick smile. “Almost home alone. I only wish I’d known so I could’ve made sure you were ok.”

You gazed back at him, bottom lip quivering, “you’re not angry?”

Jake let out a long, slow breath and wiped the tears from your face. “Angry? Hell no.” His voice was soft now, maybe softer than you’d ever heard it as he moved one hand down to your lower abdomen. “You’re having my baby y/n. This is, incredible.”

He gazed down for a moment, marvelling at what was going on inside you and you could’ve sworn you saw the hint of tears in his own eyes, giving the knot of anxiety within you all it needed to dissipate after six long weeks without him.

Full of love, you put a hand to his face, pulling it up to meet you for another kiss filled with everything you couldn’t put into words. He kissed you back, his mouth earnest in a way you’d never felt from him before but gentle, as though afraid you were going to break beneath him, and caused you to laugh.

“I’m pregnant Jake, not fragile.”

Pulling back, he looked down at you through heavy lidded eyes. “I know, but… Are you feeling ok?”

You nodded. “A little tired at times, but I’m good, honestly.” You smiled. “I’m having your baby.”

And with that his face broke into its usual grin, he scooped up his rucksack in one hand and let out a whoop before hoisting you up in his other arm and walking back toward the house, Jet running joyfully beside him.

“You sure are babe, and we need to celebrate.” He paused for a moment and looked down at you, Hangman grin in place again. “And darlin’? I’m gonna need you to keep that Cowboys shirt on.”

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