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Irrevocably [ZCL] (M)

Description: You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction.

DID YOU MISS ME?! It's been so long someone should chop my hands off omg

Genre: Smut. Angst. Read at your own discretion!!! Read the warnings first please! It's mostly smut tho tbh

Also it's not proofread or anything crazy like that but I do hope y'all like it...I've been so busy sos

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality (again?), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (both), cum eating (like he actually eats his...own cum...), he's pretty pussy drunk in this he cums twice, Chenle is manipulative as hell in this!!! he is not a good guy in this fic!!! Do not read if you don't like it!!!!! Also I'm not sure if this can be considered infidelity but if you're sensitive to that topic read with caution!

Word Count: 4,877

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (mentions of Mark Lee x Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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You can’t even say you haven’t heard from him in a while. That’s far from the truth—and in your opinion, maybe you hear from him too often. Your friendship was constructed long before any other aspect, but for as long as you could remember, it’s been you and Chenle.

Now there’s you, and there’s him. Inherently separate.

Your situation with him was simple—friends with benefits. And everything was working great at first, and the end wasn’t traumatic and the world didn’t crumble. You weren’t in love with each other, and you both mutually understood that the second someone has the potential to become more in one of your lives that you’d stop immediately.

So, when Chenle started talking to his now girlfriend, you did the right thing. The respectful thing. You backed off, and you wouldn’t say you regret it. He’s happy—happier than he was before, and that’s all you want for him. You’ve been friends for forever, after all, and what would that make you if you had ill wishes for him?

It was three months after he started dating his girlfriend that he introduced you to one of his friends, Mark. Fortunately, you got along with him well, and he gave you a much needed distraction from the empty void Chenle had left in your life. He’d been more than sex, but less than love. He gave you company and companionship, even if it was in an unconventional way.

You’d been up front and honest with Mark about your relationship with Chenle, but he didn’t mind as long as you were sure there hadn’t been feelings involved. For Chenle, you weren’t sure if he ever told his girlfriend about you. You wouldn’t blame him if he hadn’t, but considering you’d been sleeping together up until their first date, it might have been a good thing to mention.

The difference was simple—you and Mark weren’t anything, not really, but Chenle and his girlfriend were, in their words, serious. In fact, in the past four months, you hadn’t even slept with Mark. The most he was at this point was someone to keep you company.

And then everything blew up.

Chenle called you at 9 p.m., almost nine months after he started dating his girlfriend. You were in your apartment by yourself, watching the same TV show for the 70th time. You stare at your phone screen in confusion before you answer it.

“Hey,”

“Hey.” He lets out a breath, and the defeat in his voice hints something’s wrong.

“Everything okay?” you ask him, sitting up on your couch.

“We broke up.” Chenle pauses, maybe to contemplate what he says next. “Can I come see you? I know it’s random, and I probably shouldn’t, but to be bluntly fucking honest, I’ve missed you.”

“We talk all the time,” you mention and cradle your knees to your chest.

The thought of allowing Chenle here so late scares you—old habits die hard. You feel like you owe more than that to both Mark and Chenle. Mark, because while you two aren’t together, you’ve grown quite close over the past few months. Chenle, because he’s probably not thinking straight at the moment.

“You’re the only one I can talk to about this,” he mumbles.

Your heart sinks. “It was because of me?”

“I…Not exactly. It wasn’t you at all. It was us. And it was me for not saying anything.” He sighs, and you envision the way he tugs his fingers through his hair.

“You never told her?”

“I didn’t think I needed to,” he says. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh, hey, by the way, I used to fuck one of my closest friends on the regular, but now that you’re here, I stopped.’ That doesn’t sound great.”

“Better than her finding out some other way.” You chew on your bottom lip. “I told Mark.”

“That’s different,” Chenle replies. “You’re not dating Mark.”

A moment of silence passes between you two, and when you don’t respond, he clears his throat.

“Oh. You are.”

“It’s not like that.”

“So, what is it like? Is it like what we were?” He sounds shorter, as if he’s no longer enjoying the conversation.

You scoff. “It’s none of your business, Chenle. Mark is nice. And you’re the one who introduced us anyway.”

“Mark is nice,” he repeats, snorting. “You act like I don’t know you. Nice isn’t exactly your type.”

“You can come here if you stop being a dick,” you tell him. “But we’re only talking.”

“Good. I’ve got a lot to say.”

You debate changing after he hangs up, but Chenle’s already seen you at your worst. Your shorts and T-shirt won’t faze him in the slightest. Nerves like this haven’t swarmed you since the first time you slept with him. Clearly, your body doesn’t get the memo that this isn’t a booty call.

And when he arrives, you realize how well he fits. The dim, golden lighting reflecting off of his skin, the dark, oversized clothes he likes to wear, the way his hair is parted. Everything about him is exactly as you remember. It’s odd to think that way, because really, you’ve seen him as often as you used to. Things were just…different.

And under these circumstances, it’s awkward. But even when he was dating his girlfriend, there were times where the two of you were alone—nothing ever happened, of course, but it hadn’t ever been so nerve wracking until now.

It isn’t for long, though. Within seconds of your thoughts running wild, he’s closing the distance between you and pulling you into a tight hug. You exhale in relief and return the gesture with no hesitation. He takes a deep breath, almost as if he’s inhaling your scent.

Something about this hurts. Your ribcage suddenly feels like a prison, and all you want is for your heart to be free. Why does it feel like something’s stabbing it?

“I’m sorry for asking to come over so late,” he whispers. “And for being a dick about Mark. It’s not my business.”

There’s a twist deep in your chest. You wonder if there’s truly anything left in there.

“It’s okay, Le.” Your voice is muffled by his shirt. “Let’s sit and you can tell me what happened.”

You move away from him, lightly grabbing his hand to lead him over to your couch. When you’re both seated, he rests his head on your shoulder. You reach up to play with his hair, and instinct you became familiar with when he needed comfort back when you two were messing around.

“She asked about you.” His fingers toy with yours, warm touch gently grazing your skin. “Really, I had no idea what to say. There isn’t much to say, you know? So, that’s what I said. I told her we’ve been friends for forever and…that’s it.”

“Technically not wrong.” You chuckle, but the ache within you only grows.

“I went to shower and when I got out, she was going through my phone. By the time I realized what she was doing, she’d already found more than enough to be pissed.”

“What was it?”

“Pictures. In our text conversations from like…almost a year ago. I get why she was upset, you know? But it’s not like they were recent. Or even in my camera roll, for fuck’s sake.” He shuffles a bit closer, his warmth pressing into you. “But I should’ve checked and made sure. Or something. So, I’m sorry someone else saw those, (Y/N).”

“Did I look good at least?” you joke.

“Oh, fuck off.” He laughs, shaking his head. “You always look good and you know it.”

You get a sudden, overwhelming urge to look at him. His words make your stomach turn, and you’re desperate to figure out what the hell is going on with you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He ponders for a moment. “I thought I’d be a little more upset, but the only thing I was really thinking about was coming to see you.”

Chenle sits up, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he takes you in. His gentle brown eyes trail over you, unrecognizable emotions swimming around in his irises. You find him still as extraordinary as ever. His features so sharp, lips perfectly full. You fight the craving to reach out and trace his jawline.

“It’s just…” he murmurs. “It just always comes back to you, doesn’t it?”

“Chenle…”

“It’s been so long,” he continues. “Since I’ve seen you like this.”

“We hung out all the time.”

“No. Not like this. I know why you did, but you got so distant from me. Didn’t you ever think about me? That whole time?” He wets his lips.

“How could you ask me that?” you breathe out. “I thought about you all the time, but you weren’t mine to think about.”

“When I thought of you, it used to hurt. I used to have to distract myself from you because it was wrong to want you when I had everything else.” His gaze flicks down to your lips, and you feel every ounce of you crumble to pieces.

“It’s not…wrong anymore,” you say.

His eyes flutter shut, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks, and the next thing you know, his mouth is on yours. You let out a shaky breath against him, but quickly reciprocate what he gives you. All hesitation is out the window now, all thoughts of him being too upset at a moment like this fly from your brain.

It’s Chenle. He’s kissing you. This is familiar. Right, even.

“God, it’s been too long.” He reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your skin. “Need you, baby. Never wanna lose you like that again.”

Your heart is beating so fast, you’re not exactly sure how to respond to that. The longer you take in every word leaving his mouth, the quicker you realize what’s happening to you.

You haven’t slept with Mark because you do have feelings for Chenle. It hits you like a freight train, and the fear sinks in only for a second before you slam your lips back to his. Being with him like this feels good, like nothing could go wrong.

The quietest moan slips from his mouth into yours, and just like it used to, heat floods your core. His hand slips beneath your shirt, his scalding touch trailing across your side before settling on the small of your back.

You pull away from him and gently push against his chest. “Do you even know what you’re doing right now?”

“Need a distraction.” He swallows hard. “That’s what we are for each other right? She’s out of the picture, so I get to have you again?”

You shake your head. “Only when we’re both available. Not just you.”

“Did you fuck him?” Chenle tone drops, a dark hint of jealousy gracing those narrowed brown eyes. One of his hands drops down to your thigh, tracing along the hem of your shorts. “Is that why you don’t want me anymore? He’s better or something?”

You let out a shaky breath. “I—Chenle, I haven’t.”

Wetting his lips, his touch trails higher, his skin burning against yours in the best way. “Don’t you miss me? Or at least the way I made you feel? When’s the last time someone made you cum?”

He notices when your legs press together, desperate for any sort of friction between them. You’re fighting every urge you have, wanting nothing more than to have Chenle right here on your couch, but something holds you back.

Leaning closer, he hums lowly in your ear, “You know what I can do.” His lips press against the spot below your ear, slowly heading down until his tongue runs along your pulse.

“Damn it,” you groan, pushing him back. “Take your pants off.”

As you stand up to push your shorts and panties to the floor, he lifts his hips to push his sweats to down his legs. He reaches into his boxers and strokes himself slowly.

“C’mon, baby.” He smirks at you. “Sit on it.”

You straddle his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he pulls his cock out. One hand grips your hip and he holds you above him.

“Do we need a condom?” he asks, gaze glazed with want.

“I haven’t slept with anyone,” you mutter, face heating up for more reasons than one.

“It was just…” he trails off and gulps. “You know. I’m clean.”

The idea of him with her is almost enough to snap you out of it, but the last thing you plan on doing is getting off his lap. You ignore the sting of your heart and instead trade it for the sting of your walls stretching to accommodate Chenle with no prep. Whining at the pain, you stop after a couple inches.

“S’okay, baby,” he encourages you. “Take it slow.”

You dig your nails into his shoulders, lifting up before sinking back down to take a bit more of him than the last time. He breathes heavily, biting down on his bottom lip while his chest heaves.

“Just a little more.” Chenle slowly pulls you closer until he’s fully seated inside you.

The stretch has your legs shaking, whimpers escaping you as he whispers praises to you.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Letting me fill this pretty pussy with my cock.”

Chenle tugs your shirt over your head, freeing your bare breasts. He lets out a small sound at the sight before leaning down to kiss them, teeth nipping and tongue flicking your nipple.

Unable to hold back anymore, you push him back harshly. His lips part as you grind, sweet moans escaping him at the same time yours do.

“So tight,” he groans. “You waited ‘cause you knew no one else could do this to you, huh?”

“Shut up,” you command him.

His eyebrows raise for the briefest moment, until you start bouncing on his cock. Wetness starts squelching around the two of you, aiding you in your quick movements on top of him.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” Chenle thrusts up to match you, hands trailing around your body to squeeze your ass harshly. A slap comes next, the sound resounding through the room.

Your hips jolt, thrown off your rhythm at the stinging sensation on your skin. Nails leaving angry, red crescent moons in his skin, you rock back and forth to stabilize yourself before continuing. The sound of your arousal would embarrass you under any other circumstances, but the fucked out expression on Chenle’s face is enough to keep you going.

You don’t hold back your moans, letting the needs of your body take over instead of whatever the hell is going on in your head. He feels so fucking good inside you, the rough slide of his length against your walls, the way he throbs with want for you. The twitch of his cock inside you has a knot tightening in your stomach.

“Look at me,” he says roughly.

You don’t bother listening, too focused on your own pleasure to justify stopping.

“I said fucking look at me.” He grabs your face, pulling you close so you're inches away from him, hooded, hazy brown eyes devouring you. “Keep fucking yourself on my cock.”

You let out a weak moan, legs aching as you continue, but you know you need more. Trying to grind down, you do whatever you can to get friction on your clit. Whines slip past your lips, with the mind-shattering high just out of reach.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” Chenle slaps your ass again.

“Close,” you practically whimper. “Touch me. Fuck, please.”

Immediately, he lets go of his harsh grip on your cheeks, reaching between you two and quickly finding your clit. Your nails scratch down his shoulders, leaving marks as his fast circles push you over the edge.

You scream out in pleasure, your vision blacking out as you’re swept up in your climax. Crumpling into him, you squirm on top of him until he wraps his arm around your waist, warm seed coating your insides.

His chest heaves, lips parting as he rests his head back on the couch cushion. He gulps and strokes your hair while still slowly rocking up into you. You finally work up the energy to get off of him, but he holds you down.

“No,” he murmurs, breathless. “Not yet. Not done.”

Your body heats all over again, the idea of another round sends tingle down your spine. Goosebumps form on your skin, but you listen. Something has to make up for the lost time between you two.

“Need you again.” He nips where your neck and shoulder connects. “Can I take you to your room?”

You nod, unable to speak. He lifts you deftly from the couch, carefully walking over to your room like he’s done hundreds of times before. You hold onto him desperately, never wanting to let him go for more reasons than one.

As soon as you’re both on your bed, he’s already beginning to thrust again. You dig your nails into his back, but he grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head.

“Be good,” he warns, filling you up over and over, ever so slowly. “Little pussy’s so greedy, sucking me in like this.”

Your eyes roll back in your head, the weight of him on top of you making you whine until your throat’s raw.

Every nerve-ending is on edge from your previous high, skin tingling and burning wherever his fingers trace shapes on you. You can barely keep your eyes open, the gentle brush of his chest against yours has your weak-minded state reading into this much more than you should.

If you could form actual words, you’d probably accidentally confess to him. He works through his own overstimulation, his jaw clenched tightly as he works your body expertly.

“I missed you,” he whispers, dipping his head down to nip along your neck. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” you force out, barely able to muster up the words. “God, yes.”

He hums, tonguing along the pulse in your neck. “You didn’t fuck him ‘cause he can’t make you feel like this, can he?”

You want to be mad at him for bringing Mark up at a time like this, but his words only make you shiver. He’s right. You can’t be mad at him when he’s right, and certainly not when your brain is fuzzy with the pleasure of his cock rubbing so, so slowly against your inner walls. Nobody could ever fill you like Chenle does.

“Answer me.” He thrusts particularly hard, jolting you up the mattress.

“Fuck, he can’t make me feel like you do.” You’re not entirely sure if your words are coherent, but Chenle seems satisfied by what you said.

“And you’d better remember that, too.” He releases your wrists and reaches between you two, resuming circles on your clit. “Could fuck you all night. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Getting your cunt filled with my cum as many times as you can handle?”

You wrap your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him close, the angle allowing him slightly deeper inside you. Between the delicious stretch of your walls and the uniform, skilled rubbing on your sensitive bud, your body shudders uncontrollably. Your back arches and your hands fly to his hair, loud, obscene moans pouring from your lips.

Chenle’s thrusts pick up as he helps you ride out your high, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to keep his steady pace. He slows to a stop, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, he kisses you, tongue already slipping past your lips to dominate your mouth the same way he’s dominated the rest of you.

“Think you can get on all fours for me?” he asks, his breath fanning across your face.

“Again?”

“Please, baby, I’m close already, just need a little more.” He presses kisses on your cheeks and the tip of your nose. “I need it so bad.”

You nod, shakily removing your legs from around his waist. He guides you to the position he wants, your head resting on the mattress as he squeezes your ass.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he groans, a slap resonating around the room. “Might wanna hold on, pretty girl. I’m not going easy on you.”

Despite being an absolute rag doll, you clench in excitement at the idea of having him inside you again. You push back toward him, urging him to fuck you. He uses his knee to nudge your legs apart, and even though they’re shaking, you plan on letting him pound into you until they fucking give out.

He runs the head up and down your folds, switching between barely pushing his tip inside and tapping it on your clit.

“God, I can’t fucking take this anymore,” Chenle growls, and the next thing you know, he’s thrusting inside you with as much force as he can. You scream, gripping onto the sheets and biting down on a pillow to attempt to silence yourself.

With all the stimulation, you feel constantly on the edge of another orgasm. His hips slap against your ass, the clapping sounds emphasizing your pleasure. Squelches of wetness float around too, the stickiness dripping down your thighs onto the bed the longer he has you in this position.

He shifts slightly so his balls smack your twitching clit with every thrust. You’re barely able to think straight, and you’re half-sure you’re drooling, but Chenle slams you into your third orgasm of the night rather easily. Your legs threaten to buckle, and he loops his arm around you to keep you up.

After a couple more thrusts, he moans loudly and spills deep inside you, chest heaving at the effort. Both of you wait in silence for a few moments, him to regain composure and you to remember how to breathe. He gently pulls out of you, turning you to drop your back down on the mattress. Once he gets out of bed, he stops in front of you and pulls you to the edge by your ankles. Nudging your legs apart, he sinks down to his knees.

“What are you doing?” you ask, rising up to your shaky elbows.

“Need a taste,” he says, mesmerized by the mess leaking out of your entrance. Swiping some of it up on his finger, he offers it to you. “Taste us, pretty girl. We’re so good together.”

You lean closer and wrap your lips around him, giving a harsh suck before you release him.

“God, baby, your pussy is so perfect when you’re leaking my cum.”

You’re not expecting him to move forward and flatten his tongue against your core. He holds your hips down to the bed, tentatively licking your slit. Without much effort from him, he’s reduced you to a mewling mess again, core throbbing with sensitivity even when he barely touches you. Your arms immediately give out, slumping you back onto the sheets as he works your core with his tongue.

It’s odd how much the idea of him eating you out when he came inside you turns you on. As limp as your body is, you relish in all of the pleasure he’s willing to give you. His tongue dances around your slit, alternating between slipping it between your folds and flicking your clit. You lazily tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough for him to moan against you.

Your hips jerk when his lips wrap around your bud, and next thing you know, his hands hold you down. You call out his name, pulling with the grip you have on his hair to tell him you’re much too sensitive to continue.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, blowing cold air on you. “Just a little bit more, okay? One more time.”

And then he’s back at the apex of your thighs, working much faster and harsher with his movements to get you to the edge faster. You shatter all over again, a mantra of noises passing by your lips as your thighs clench around his head.

You must actually black out for a moment, because when you come to, Chenle has pulled away from your core, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression equally as exhausted as yours.

He grabs a towel to clean you up, but both of you are beyond tired from all the activity. You shift up on your bed, not bothering to say anything else to him as you slide beneath your blanket. When you and Chenle did things before, he always stayed. He always pulled you into his chest and whispered sweet nothings into your ear until you fell asleep.

You’re not sure if that will be the case today.

Except he does. He carefully crawls into bed next to you, turning you toward him and pulling you to him. Kissing the top of your head, he taps his fingers against your arm.

“I really missed you,” he says.

“Me, too.” You nod, but something makes your heart twist in your chest.

“Can I be honest for a second?”

“Of course.”

“I knew the pictures were there,” he whispers. “Maybe it’s shitty, but I couldn’t delete them. Sometimes, I looked back at our old conversations—not the sexual ones—and just…thought of you. I couldn’t do anything to erase you and what we did from my life. I didn’t want to.”

You wonder if that’s his idea of a confession. If he’s trying to tell you he has unresolved feelings for you.

“Then why did you stay with her?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Everyone liked her. My mom told me she thought I’d end up marrying her. She obviously didn’t know about…this. But I couldn’t fucking stop, (Y/N). Everything came back to you.”

“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” you offer. “I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah…” Chenle takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s talk in the morning.”

You and Chenle wake at the same time, to the sound of his phone on the bedside table. Groaning, you massage your forehead and turn away from him. When he answers it, your interest is piqued.

“Hey.” Sleep still weighs on his voice, making it scratchy. “No, I’m not at home.”

There’s a pause, and the vague sound of the other person responding makes your heart twist violently in your chest. It’s her.

“Would you stop jumping to conclusions? I’m at Jisung’s.” Irritation laces in his tone.

You should say something. Let her know somehow that he’s lying, but you don’t. You stay silent in your hurt and wait to see what he could possibly do next.

“Yeah, forgive me for not wanting to be alone after what happened.” Chenle scoffs and runs his fingers through his hair. A sigh follows. “Damn it, I told you that was done. I’m sorry you saw those, okay? They’re from…over a year ago. It didn’t seem relevant to bring it up, and she’s still my friend, so.”

Friend. You almost laugh out loud, but again, you don’t say a word.

“Yeah, of course. Where?”

Another pause from Chenle.

“Yeah, I’ll stop by my house and then I’ll be over there. I’ll see you in half an hour?”

Your heart feels like it’s being shredded into a thousand tiny pieces.

“Thank you.” He sighs, his body deflating. “I’m so sorry for all of this, you know that, right? I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

Tears sting your eyes, and as soon as he hangs up the phone, he hops up to go grab his clothes from the living room. You sit up in your bed, blanket clutched to your chest as you watch him scramble to get dressed.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I have to go,” he says, walking back into your room. Leaning in, he attempts to press a kiss to your lips. You turn away from him, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Where are you going?” you ask, even though you already know the answer.

“She…She wants to talk it out. And I have to go. You understand why, right?” His eyes widen as he scans over your face.

When you say nothing, he sighs.

“I’ll text you later. You can answer or not. Whatever you want to do.” He walks toward the door to your bedroom, but you stop him when he reaches the threshold.

Your eyes sting, your body’s sore, and all you wanted was to tell him the truth this morning. Now it’s clear to you—he’ll never feel the same way for you. He’ll drop anything and everything—you included—if it meant getting her back.

“Chenle.”

He stops, turning to you.

“She’s going to make you choose,” you warn him. “Between her and me.”

Chenle pauses, fingertips gripping the frame. “I know.”

With that, you have nothing else to say, and he wouldn’t have time to hear it anyway. He leaves without another word to you, and when he’s far enough away, your tears finally fall. You want to scream and yell, but your throat is too raw from the long night before to even attempt it.

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your-girl-mj · 1 year

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The truth. [42!Miles Morales x Spiderwoman!reader]

summary: He wants the truth, and you can't give it to him.

warning: cursing, mentions of cheating, accusations, arguments. angst (?)

notes: written in 3rd point of view,

created: july 25, 2023

published: july 26, 2023

exhausted, tired, drained. those three words are to describe what [name] is feeling. dragging her legs on the floor of the empty, quiet hallway of her apartment building. her suit hidden inside her (miles') jacket and some loose pants that her boyfriend gifted her.

Miguel gave her a rough mission with two anomalies on the loose in the same dimension. it's a good thing she her battles didn't leave wounds. god, she missed her bed already. the soft sheets, with miles snuggle up to her from behind.

the girl smiled at the thought of the one she loved the dearest and thinking about what he's doing at this time of hour, [1:47 am]. her heart melted at the image of miles sleeping soundly in his bed and how good he looked when his brows were relaxed and not formed into a scowl.

the air paused its way into her lungs when she opened her apartment door and saw the said boyfriend leaning on the couch's back rest, facing the door. as if he knew she would come back at this time of hour.

her grip on the knob tightened, but not too tight. yet her fingers left a dent on the cold metal. "miles! hey, i didn't know you were coming over." [name] beamed warmly at him, acting as if she didn't come home so early in the morning.

miles' stare was hard and unnerving. "where were you?" he asked, tilting his head as if challenging her for the truth. "the last message i sent you was around nine, saying I'll come over, and its one in the fucking morning." he push himself off the couch, approaching his s/o with threatening steps, slowly closing the door behind her. "so... where were you?"

his face was inches from her, and she hates fights. especially fights with miles. "i was working overti—"

"you said you were sick." miles suck his cheek, breathing out his nose, not buying to her another lie.

"i am!" she defended, quickly thinking another excuse when it was clear she was caught in the spotlight. "por eso... de camino aquí, compré medicinas, teroso." she took his arm, softly squeezing it to ease his worried thoughts. remembering about her last excuse to miles, she told him when he asked for a sleepover. [that's why... on my way here, i bought medicines, treasure.]

though, it didn't stop him from going to her apartment. he wanted to take care of her after she told him she had a high fever. with his mom working in the hospital, he knew a little bit of medicines and treatment. but he was met in an empty home.

his eyes narrowed, not fluttering from her touch, yet he made no effort to lean away from it. "i was so worried." his tone almost gone mute, "i came to your window because i thought you were resting, you weren't there." miles couldn't help his voice as it started to weaver, "pensé que estabas en la sala de estar pero no estabas allí. i've even looked the streets for you." he sighed. [I thought you were in the living room, but you weren't there.]

he runs his hand into his face in exhaustion, as [name] stayed in silent with guilt — guilt, that is slowly eating her up for not telling him everything. he needs to know, he deserves to know. but the thought of him causing his life to save hers always goes through her head. once he knows it's his s/o, he'll feel the need to protect her when she is supposedly protecting him.

"miles, I'm sorry for worrying you." 'and for every lie i told you...' the girl utter yet few words are left in her mind, she embraced him. griping his shirt, having a feeling that shit will be going down soon. "i have something important to do and—"

"and what? tell me." he pulled away as much as he wanted to stay in her arms, but he's a little too pissed right now. "tell me where you were. it's been months." [name] felt her heart drop with culpability, miles known for a long time now. his hard stare soon softens, hating how he's acting.

"cariño, sé que me has estado mintiendo, te conozco. dime por favor..." whispered in his soft voice with her hands in his, miles kissed the back of her palms, he feels like begging for the truth now. [I know you've been lying to me, I know you. Tell me please...]

his patience is getting thinner and thinner as days passed. his girl, disappearing with excuses and lies that he didn't point out. but what's a relationship without trust?

her eyes met his, [name] breath out. "miles..."

"all I'm asking is for you to be honest." his hold tighten, already have a thought about what will happen.

"i... can't tell you." her lips pursed, turning for head to the side. he'll die if he knows about her identity. with all her other version in multiverses; their miles as spiderman... left in dust, crying his eyes out, her body in his arms covered in her own blood. what can prevent such a tragic event when their roles are now reversed?

[name] closed her eyes, trying to leave those horrible thoughts, now breath heavily. she saw other versions of miles, they're mostly spider-people, and her fate in their canon event always left shivers. much like her coworker gwen stacy, her canon event made her peter parker died, when it got their roles reverse.

she can not risk it. she can't. she'll break.

"why not?" miles' jaw visibly clenched, his mind is slowly clouded with horrible doubts.

"miles, you need to understand — " she paused, "i just... can't lose you... i can't tell you." she turned her head away, unable to witness the hurt and anger mixed in his face. it's hard to lie to him. it's hard to resist his plead at times. but there are times when it has its limit.

miles stood, back straight. towering over [name], his face held betrayal when she peaked, and she knew where this was about to go. "you're cheating on me, aren't you?" his face holds a scowl, disappointment, distrust, betrayal mixed into an expression.

"what? no!" she was quick to deny, "i would never do that to you." she frown, hurt for being accused by such a thing.

"that explains more than you ever told me." his tone is starting to rise, with her on his tail matching his voice.

"why don't you trust me?!" her hands flown with an exaggerated movement.

"i did! but you keep on disappearing!" they're now head to head. one holding her ground while the other digging deep for the truth. "on dates, hangouts, movie nights, even in the middle of dinner! what is more to not assume?!"

"its was an emergency!" it was easy to tell the neighbours are listening to the argument right now. how can you not? when the couple who are oh-so-lovely are fighting about one of them cheating.

"of course it was!" her s/o's voice laced with sarcasm before it turned into a venom. "not to mention, i can hear you talking to guys on the phone!"

"it was my boss! he needs me for something!" with her unconventional strength at this moment, she accidentally left a crack on the wall when her hand smacked it while explaining. but miles didn't notice. his eyes were on her, and it didn't leave for a split second.

"yeah right, and what about that tall fucking dude with the funky ass hair?!" he pointed on the couch, remembering when he caught the two of them drinking soda and saying he was a friend at work. he believed her, of course he believed her. but right now, he's doubting eveything.

"i told you, hobie was a friend from work!" she defended once again, not telling the full truth. "i invited him in that time because we both needed rest!"

"rest from what exactly?!" miles felt like punching something, anything. horrible images flashing in his mind, he despise it. he deeply despite the thought.

"you don't understand, i'm doing this for you!" she yelled, dropping the subject. knowing if this continued one or both with end up getting hurt. wounded by harsh words.

"¡ay bendito!" he shouted, his hands almost pulling his braids out as he ran his hand on his head. "enough with your bullshit excuses! if it's not true, then what is the truth? tell me." he demanded, infuriated.

— choose your ending:

tell him the truth.

lie for his safety.

this is the first time in a while to write again, but miles keep running in my mind 😩

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #spiderman #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n

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purrplegyuu · 6 months

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Barely adults | So Junghwan

Warnings: Poor plot, First time (not penetration), masturbation, only clitoris stimulation actually, both of them are virgins, no actually loss of virginity but kind of, gramatical/spelling mistakes (maybe, english is not my first language), let me know if I'm missing something else.

Pairing: Best friend!Junghwan x Best friend!fem reader.

Word count: 1,6k

Masterlist

hiiiiiiiiiii!, it's been already a month since I started staning Treasure, but this is my first work about one of them. I wrote it at one am (i use to sleep at 8 pm) so that's why there might be a lot of mistakes. I would really appreciate for you to tell me if you find any mistake or if you'd like me to change something.

Remember my ask box is still open (even if i haven't answered any ask yet, so sorry to thos 4 people looool), so feel free to request some words. I write for Txt (obviously), Treasure, Zerobaseone, Seventeen and enhypen (maybe, I'm not sure yet).

That's everything, enjoy and have a nice day!

Us. Both barely adults who don’t really know what are we doing. Or what are we going to do.

“Have you thought about your career?” I ask. Is a trending topic in both of our houses since we both decided to take a gap year right after we graduated from high school.

Yeah, we are planning on attending college, however, we were both too tired after three large years of taking high school a little too seriously. My parents were so mad when I told them about my decision, and even threatened me to throw me out of home. They eventually forgot about it, but before that happened, we were in a neverending fight for three months.

His situation had been a little bit different.

He never told me about it, but I noticed. Starting from the day he told his parents about his decision, when he showed up to my bedroom window on the second floor (I still don’t really know how he made it) and asked to sleep on the couch of my room. Secondly, the one time I went to his house to hang out a bit and heard his parents telling him horrible things about how disappointed they were. And finally, tonight, when he asked me to meet at his older brother’s apartment, just for me to find him on the big bed with a pair of big, red eyes.

I’ve got to say I understand our parents. He was first place in class and I was second. Must have been hard for them. And I have to confess it–I feel guilty, I am guilty. I was the one who proposed it and convinced him. Guess I just didn’t thought about the consequences.

However, it’s been nine months since those events now, and it’s already time for us to choose what college career are we going to study now.

“Junghwan?” I called him since he hadn’t answered.

He’s looking right straight to his brother's desk next to the bed.

The silence grows more awkward and he just doesn’t seem to care I’ve came in his brother’s apartment minutes ago.

“Junghwan!” I almost scream, finally catching his attention. He looks at me for a while before asking “Hm?”

“You finally decided what to study?” We’ve been both too lost about it.

He shakes his head no before falling silent once again.

After a few seconds, his hand lifts up from the edge of the bedroom, and offers it to me. I take it, and soon he pushes me onto his lap.

“Wa!” I yell, impressed by his sudden strength over me.

We’ve never been like this before. We’ve never been this close before. Yet, I’ve always dreamt about it.

“Ju-junghwan, you’re too clumsy” I jokingly said, trying to act like I didn’t get what is he doing. I move on his lap trying to stand up, however, he takes both of my hands and forces me to move closer to him.

“”I’m not” he looks right into my eyes while breathing on my face. His breath feels addictive like drugs, it is hard for me to breathe, and my lower lip trembles from the massive desire of kissing him.

And it looks like he’s feeling just like me, because it takes him just a few seconds to melt his lips into mine in a way I’ve never seen before, not even in the best porno.

His lips move away from mine. Our foreheads touch, our noses meet, and we both remain silent for a few seconds while we catch our breath. And then, he kisses me again. His hand lets mine go, and I hold myself on his shoulders while one of his hands take the back of my neck and the other one takes my thigh from under the light green dress I decided to wear (for him, but that’s supposed to be a secret).

Everything is so fast, so rude and so forced it scares me. It doesn’t feel romantic but desperate; it doesn’t feel fluffy but feverish.

I take his hand when I feel it reaching my underwear, and cut the kiss while trying to breathe again. He looks at me confused. His red swollen lips wanting nothing but to kiss me again, his hand on my neck taking me strongly, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the moment and his dark pupils waiting for me to say something.

“Junghwan,”I try to speak but I’m just too embarrassed to speak–because I’m red as an apple, because I’ve just kissed him and because… “Junghwan, I haven’t… had sex yet”

He laughs lowly, taking me again into his hands to kiss me one more time. “Don’t worry,” He says between kisses. “me neither”

His lips move to my cheek, leaving some wet kisses before moving to my ear, then to my neck and finally my clavicles. My hands squeeze his shoulders strongly while lifting my dress slowly, making my skin crawl.

He stops kissing me to look right into my eyes to find my agreement, which he happens to find fastly before taking my dress off of my body. My hand runs down his abdomen, looking for the hem of his black hoodie to try to lift it up. He helps me do it, lifting his arms so I can take it off, and once I’m done, he switches our positions, throwing me to the bed.

He goes back to kiss my lips while his hands caresses my skin slowly, playing with my sanity by taking the hem of my panties and drawing the outline of it. His lips move to my ear, leaving a kiss in there before whispering “You look so pretty… all messy and small under me” and “Isn’t it funny? You’re the one who always leads me, and now I’m on top of you” before laughing.

I’m the extrovert one, I’m the noisy one. Whenever someone approaches both of us, it is because they’re trying to know about me. I’ve heard people telling he’s always been only a shadow always walking behind me. Yeah, I’m socially a dom, but he’s been secretly a sexual dom all this time.

I turn around to look at his eyes, silently begging for him to not tease me any second more, and that’s when I feel his hand move in my panties, touching my skin everytime closer to my cunt. And I thought he wasn't going to give everything I asked for so easily, however, his finger started circling my clitoris right after he reached it. He kept on kissing my right clavicle while his other hand moved to my back, looking for the clasp of my bralette. He undoes it and takes it off completely.

I feel my stomach tensing up for the first time, making me whine loudly and arch my back. “Have you touched yourself before?” He asks. I nod slowly.

“Ye-yes, but never came” And never felt that good.

My stomach tenses a second time, making me whine even louder and higher. I take his arm as if wanting to slow down.

“Why?” He asks, making my cheeks even hotter.

“I-I’ve never-“ A moan escapes from my throat. “I’ve never been able to.” Every time I touched myself, I would just stimulate my clitoris for minutes until the feeling is so overwhelming I can’t deal with it and stop touching it. I even thought I was asexual. However, I’ve always wanted to touch myself again every night after seeing Junghwan’s abs.

His fingers speed up, making me scream his name loudly while pleading for him to slow down, however, we both know that's not what I want. I squeeze his arm harder, my hips move by themselves, my back arches, my lower abdomen is so tense I feel I’m about to explode. And then, an overwhelming feeling floods me up, making me moan while my voice breaks out because of the way he kept touching my clit even after I came. Finally, he slowed down until he stayed still while his hand rested in my panties.

My eyes still closed, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. And once I think I’m right, I open my eyes, just to find him looking at me closely with the sweetest smile ever.

everything around me is spinning, my head hurts a little, I feel the sweat on my forehead and everything not called 'Junghwan' feels so unnecessary.

He hugs me, leaving a kiss on my forehead before turning on the lamp on the nightstand and turning the room’s lights off. He knows me so well, he knows I’m still afraid of the dark.

#junghwan smut #junghwan #treasure | purrplegyuu #barely adults | junghwan #treasure smut #treasure hard hours #kpop smut #am I the first one writing smut for him? omg such an honor #purrplegyuu #best friend junghwan

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lethalchiralium · 2 years

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No More | [2] | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: WOW. i did not expect that to blow up as hard as it did. thank you so much!! [this seriously might become a series. we’ll see.] [also, that means you’re getting a backstory. a very… need for speed backstory ;)] i really do think this is shitty but that’s all part of the plan baby!

warnings: cussing, alcohol, simon drinks to forget but he always remembers, non-sexual nudity, mentions of genocide, mentions of trauma, mentions of past careers, mentions of planes, mentions of crashing, mentions of american citizenship (you don’t have to be from there if you don’t want to be! i live there and i don’t want to be here! it’s just important from a certain aspect of your previous career.) simon is also a lot more lovey when he’s drunk.

summary: He’s convinced he should leave. He’s convinced himself that you are better off without him, better alone than being hurt by a shell of a man like him. He barely got a foot out of the door before he changed his mind.

part one here! | SERIES MASTERLIST

He had more bourbon in the past two months than he’s ever had in his entire life. The sickly sweet pull and the burn down his throat was a comforting pain as agony ripped through his heart. He sat alone in your shared apartment, a dim lamp being the only light in the entire space. He hadn’t gotten sick of the bourbon like he usually does, he couldn’t move it from the coffee table - he had sat forwards, arms resting on his knees and hands dug into his hair.

He was bone tired. He hadn’t slept in two days; it was a normal occurrence now that you had gone on that mission. He had to take leave so he didn’t rip Price’s throat out for not letting him go with you. The ache in his head still hadn’t gone away with the aspirin he took a few hours ago and the full bottle of his best bourbon down the hatch. The night wasn’t flying by like it did last night, he could hear the clock on the wall tick as he wallowed in his own misery.

Sometimes it took him weeks to bring up the scalpel and separate Ghost and Simon, divide the halves into quarters and dissect what actions could have been better performed to produce a better outcome - essentially, what he did to fuck up the one good thing he had going for him, and how he could fix it. He took your words to heart, and he was taking a very long time to stew over everything he could have done that would’ve have made him look like he didn’t trust you. Simon trusted you with every fiber of his being, he loved you more than that. He knew you were an amazing fighter, your fire to help those in need could never be extinguished.

He realized later rather than sooner that Ghost was why you didn’t trust him - Ghost was protecting the person Simon loves the most. And maybe, that included when you were home too. Keeping Simon locked away so he didn’t get hurt, so Simon didn’t get hurt by you.

If he had half a bottle less, he would’ve gone up to bed - but the room felt suffocating without you. He couldn’t lay in a bed that smelled like you if it became one of the last things he had of you in case you were killed, so he had cat napped on the couch for the past nine weeks. If he had a bottle less, he wouldn’t have thought about how his absence wouldn’t hurt you as much as Ghost does - if he had the £348 he spent on alcohol back, he wouldn’t have thought how this place felt like your home. Never his, he also categorized it underneath Ghost’s half - keeping his love at arms length so his self-destruction doesn’t hurt you.

He was drunk. Piss drunk, since he had never gave himself time to sleep off the bourbon. Ghost was cracked in the middle, and Simon was punching out holes in Ghost’s façade. Ghost never allowed Simon to feel, never allowed him to connect with anyone - a self-defense mechanism. But now? Ghost was almost gone, and he felt like himself now. And God, did it hurt.

How could he have done this? How could have pushed you away so far that your rope was dwindling by a thread, how could he have hurt the one thing that made him begin to unlock the cage around his freezing cold heart? He felt it in his chest, the raw burn and tug of desperation - he knew that he had to cut the thread.

He didn’t want to, he would give anything to not let you go - but Simon couldn’t let you keep getting damaged by his defense measures.

If he had no alcohol in his system, he wouldn’t have gotten up like he did. He wouldn’t have waltzed to the guest room, messily packed his duffle and brought it to the living room. He wouldn’t have grabbed a pen and an old pad of paper. And he definitely wouldn’t have written the note he was writing now.

He folded the note, lifting up the bottle of bourbon on the coffee table and setting it down on the table, putting the bottle on the corner to hold the note down. His hand grabbed his duffle and he stood and he made his way to the front door. He slipped on his boots, only caring enough to tuck the laces into his socks before Simon went to open the door. He took the time to turn around, gazing at the dim apartment that smelled like you, that held all of your important belongings. It was the place that cradled you when you were down, the place he kept falling for you, the place he would kneel to the kiss the ground you walked on.

This was the place he loved you.

Honestly, in the back of his mind, he knew his sober ass would walk home after a week.

Before he could open the door, the lock turned and the door burst open - he threw his duffle into the adjacent kitchen and was about to fight. That was before he saw you.

Dirt and blood caked on your face, your duffle hanging from your hand, your hoodie tattered and your neck bruised - and he watched as the tears raced down your face. He could barely even begin to speak when you flung your duffle inside and dove into his chest, arms wrapped around his chest so hard, he thought you would pop his lungs.

“Baby, baby, hey,” He cooed, his hand immediately held your head against his chest - he pulled you both out of the way so he could close the door and lock it, now he was immediately sobered up. Your sobs were loud now, your hands gripped onto the back of his shirt so hard he was convinced it would rip.

He tried to pull you away but you refused, begging, “Please, pl-please don’t let me go.”

“Where’s Cerby?” He spoke gently, keeping his hand on the back of your head, feeling dirt crusted into your scalp. You must have come straight here.

“With K-Keegs.” You mumbled, muffled by his thin t-shirt with a faded band logo on it. He sighed, sad that his dog wouldn’t be home for a few days but he let the feeling go. All he needed to focus on was you, and definitely not his foolish actions from literally three minutes prior.

He hummed then, his free hand moved to underneath your thigh - he pulled it up so you would get the hint, which you did. Your arms moved from around his chest to around his neck and you jumped into his arms, caging your legs around his large waist as best you could. Both of his hands held the back of your thighs, he glanced to the kitchen and made sure both of the duffles were there and unharmed. They were, so he turned around and walked down the hallway to the bedroom he hadn’t used in since the last time you were home. He pushed the door open, turning on the warm light before walking into the ensuite bathroom.

He flicked on the light before moving to sit on the side of the bathtub, it creaked under your combined weight - you were sat firmly on his lap and his hands went to your back and head, cradling you.

“I’m gonna start a bath for you, love.” He spoke, his voice wavering with uncertainty as your arms wrapped tighter around his masked neck.

“No, no, please, don’t let go.” The tumble of words from your mouth made his grip on you tighter. He couldn’t imagine what happened, he didn’t want to - he thanked God that he decided to drink that entire bottle of bourbon a couple of hours ago. His mind was muddled, he could barely get any thought out of what could’ve happened. All he wanted to do now was help you.

He kissed the top of your head through his mask, dismissing the feeling of cloth against his lips and he gently pulled your head back, he gazed into your red-rimmed eyes. He whispered your name like a prayer, as if you were an angel - which you were to him. Even covered head to toe in dirt, blood, and grime, he would still be able to see your halo through any darkness. “Let me help, love. Let me help you feel better, then I won’t let you go for as long as you want.”

“I can’t.” The voice he heard was almost unrecognizable, he had never heard you sound so small. “I can’t, I can’t.”

He sighed, moving forwards to press the skull to your forehead - something he did when he knew you needed it. You physically relaxed when he did it, your back bent into his hand as you pushed every single ounce of weight onto him. His fingertips pressed into your spine, dragging up and down it from above your shitty old hoodie. He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting you cry against his mask. He gave you a bit of time before he pulled up your hoodie, you obliged and let him pull it over your head. You were just in your dirty black sports bra, and now he got a good look at you.

He felt bile rise in his throat. Your entire chest was spray painted in black bruises, he got a good look at the dark purplish handprint on your neck. He looked back up at you, your head faced to the side as you cried, ashamed.

“Oh, my love,” His hand returned to the back of your head, cradling it as he gazed at you. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You quickly shook your head, tears removing most of the grime on your cheeks. Your arms were now at your side, fiddling with the hem of his athletic shorts while you let out a broken sigh. His hands moved to lift you off of his lap, one hand didn’t stop touching you while he pulled off your boots, tossing them to the side before tugging off your holed socks. He made a mental reminder to buy you new socks at the base shop while he placed a hand on your back, guiding you with him as he moved to turn the faucet on. He turned it all the way up then back a little, the temperature you liked. He plugged the drain and put his hand underneath the flow of water, waiting for it to turn almost hot - normally, he would’ve made it extremely hot, you had always said you thought it was like being boiled like a lobster. But, he didn’t want to agitate your injuries. His hand moved from your back and didn’t break skin contact when he took your hand, still looking away from you but he still held your hand gently.

“You’re warm.” You mumbled, moving his hand up to settle on your cheek.

“I know, love.” He answered, turning back to you. His hand slipped from your face and down your side to your belt loops, undoing the buttons and zipper then pulling down your pants. He took your hands as you stepped out of your pants, watched as you kicked them behind you and he observed new pink scars, healed but still fresh. Surrounding them were black bruises, identical to the ones on your chest. He heard your whimpers of pain when you stood back up, his hand ghosted your side as he gazed at it, seeing identical black bruises again. Even if he felt sober, he knew that the adrenaline from you showing up injured would wear off and he would become sloppy. He didn’t hurry, he took his time as he pulled down the boxers you stole from him and toss them away. His hands found the bottom of your sports bra, your wince made him pause and look at your face again.

Fat tears still rolled down your cheeks, silent sobs left you as you kept your eyes closed. Your hands stayed at your side until he murmured, “Raise your arms please.” You did as you were told, he tugged it off quickly but not as painlessly as he wanted. You let out a loud wheeze that echoed throughout the bathroom, he placed his hand on your side again, his presence close to you as he leaned down and shut off the water. “‘m gonna pick you up, love.”

“Okay.”

He did as he had said, gently swooping you into his arms and placing you in the warm water that reached up to your collarbone. Your eyes opened again when he retreated from the tub, your gaze watched as he pulled out a towel from the closet and began to rummage through it.

“I almost died.”

Simon visibly froze as you turned back, your gaze now staring at the light above the tub. He peered around the door, hand clutching a washcloth with a pain he couldn’t soberly place. “Do…Do you want to tell me?”

You didn’t respond. He brought all of the materials to the side of the tub, he gently pet your head.

Simon, drunk as hell, bathed you with care. He didn’t speak a word and neither did you, you stared at the wall the whole time except when he tried to wash your hair. You let him move you under the faucet, rinse your hair for five minutes because he couldn’t tell if the soap was gone yet, let him dry you with a towel and dress you in new clothes.

You could barely keep your eyes open when he carried you to bed, tucking you in before he did himself. He watched as you curled into a ball, facing him and keeping your eyes on the sheets, your hand drew circles beside your face. He turned off the lamp on the nightstand, drowning the room in darkness and settled back onto the bed, watching you with bated breath.

“Got trapped in a burning truck.” Your voice almost spooked him, his eyebrows furrowed. You just stared at the gray sheets. “RPG’d the ground in front of us and flipped it. Knocked Logan and Keegs out. Hesh got launched from the driver’s windshield. Had to drag them out and triage them in an abandoned warehouse while trying to fight off the enemy. Got captured for a week. Keegs saved me.” You sniffled a little, your hand reached for his - he instantly took it. He squeezed your hand. “Had bad flashbacks. It had been a while since I’ve got stuck under burning metal and tortured. S’why I was crying.”

“How’re the boys?”

“Watchin’ Cerby and all as stubborn as always. All fine.” You mumbled, pressing his rough skin to your chapped lips.

A deafening silence settled then, your thumb threaded over the back of his hand while he felt your breath graze it. He began to feel drowsy, the slow turn-table of dizziness was coming back from earlier and all he wanted to do was place his head in your neck and just breathe. He needed you like he needed oxygen, you touch him and he felt like it was the first breath he’s ever taken.

“Sleep, baby.” He murmured, sliding down from his sitting position, underneath the soft duvet. He moved closer to you, settling his head so that he laid face to face with you. He could barely make out your nose and cheeks in the dim moonlight, but he could see the glisten of your eyes as they gazed at his.

“I haven’t had a PTSD episode since I left the US Naval Aviation division.” The voice he heard sounded nothing like what you normally do - it was small. Broken. Damaged. An echo of you.

He furrowed his brows, he thought he knew everything about you. Both your dad and childhood best friend were pilots, but you never specified what kind - and apparently neglected to tell him that you were one too. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a pilot?”

You sniffled, squeezing his hand and ignored his question. “Got shot down over enemy territory. Crash landed and had to pry my legs from my jet as the fire burned.” The sensation of his hand being squeezed tighter made his dizzy mind think that you were angry - but in reality, the memory of burning metal against your hands made you feel scared. You wanted to pull him closer, to have him shield you from your memories. Yet you kept talking, even if you recognized the hurt twang in his voice. “Had to fend for myself in an abandoned city just over the border in Ukraine. Stayed in that town for three weeks ‘til Special Forces came and found me.” You pulled his arm to your chest, pressing his hand into your cheek. “S’where I met Price. Almost shot him too, thought he was an enemy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the flashbacks?” His voice was softer then, he pressed his warm palm down to your jaw. “I could’ve helped you, my love.”

“‘Cause it’s not important now.” You murmured, both of your hands cradled his. “Wasn’t even s’posed to stay with 141, meant to go back to Miramar. Meant to get back in the air.” You took a quiet breath. “I fell for you and everything I knew went up in smoke.”

His heart dropped to the floor. It thumped against it, still pumping blood but it hurt in his chest.

“If I hadn’t given it up, I wouldn’t have you.”

“I would give up anything for you.” He whispered. “Don’t give up anything for me, darling. You deserve everything you have.”

“That means I deserve you.”

“You don’t deserve me.” He immediately answered, his other hand went to settle on the duvet, tugging it up more. “You don’t deserve my problems, how fucked up I am.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” He settled his hand on your side, feeling you breathe underneath his fingertips. “I’ve hurt you, not on purpose but I still did it.” His thumb circled on the duvet, you barely felt it as his voice became quieter. “You really hurt me when you walked away.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice wavered, he couldn’t bear to hear you start to cry again. He paused, hand coming from your hip to completely take off his mask - something he had never done in your presence before. He tossed the mask away onto the floor as he moved forwards, placing his lips against your moonlight dusted cheek.

“I deserved it.” He answered, settling back and pulling your hands into his chest. “Made me think for a while.”

“You’re drunk.” A statement he didn’t deny, he pulled your hands upwards to his collarbone.

“I am.”

“Because of me?”

“Because I hurt you.” He answered, now pulling your hands to settle on his cheeks. “I want you to feel that I trust you, because I do.” He began to move your hands upwards, his eyes fluttered closed as your fingertips traced his warm face, tracing his eyebrows and dancing over his eyelids.

“Simon, you don’t have to let me do this.” Your hands paused, his own grip settled on your wrists. “I want you to be sober, you’ll be mad at me tomorrow.”

He scoffed, moving his head to kiss one of your palms, keeping his eyes closed as he whispered, “I could never be mad at you. Frustrated or upset? Yes, but angry? No.” He gently rubbed your arms, hands moving to settle on your own cheeks. “I’ve decided that you need to really know how much I trust you. How much faith I have in you. How proud I am of you.”

“You hurt me for so long.” Your voice cracked so heavily, fingertips grazing his forehead and memorizing his nose, coming down to trace his lips you knew well.

“I want to fix it.” His lips kissed your palm again, eyes opening to gaze at your dimly lit face. “Give me a chance.”

“I think this is most comfortable you’ve ever been to talk about things like this.” You remarked, hands stopping on his jaw, cradling it. “I want you to show me how much you trust me, but when you’re sober.”

He nodded in return, moving forwards to place a slow kiss on your lips. His hands moved to settle on the side of your head, pulling you forward just a little. When he broke the kiss, he placed another on the tip of your nose. “You’ll know how much I treasure you until the end of time.”

“Okay.”

“Just don’t leave me like that ever again.” His voice was low, one hand going to trace down your body. “Ever.”

You nodded as you moved closer to him, chest to chest. He removed his other hand from your cheek and slid his arm under his pillow.

“Sleep, love. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

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katsukichu · 1 month

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Home - Nanami Kento x gn reader

My first time writing for jjk 🥺. I wrote this since it's been one year since I've moved! Also Nanami has been on my brain a lot I love him so much🥺

Home - A building. The place where one lives permanently. A place of residence.

Kento Nanami had always lived a life ruled by precision.Before becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, he was a salaryman, whose world was ruled by the ticking of the clock and the endless grind of work that seemed to stretch far beyond the typical nine-to-five. The demands of office life had been unrelenting, and overtime became a bitter companion—a curse, really—one that clung to him like a shadow, draining the life out of each day. To him, home was nothing more than a structure—a place to sleep, to eat, to exist until the next day of work demanded him.

The shift from salaryman to sorcerer didn’t change his hatred for overtime. The battles with curses were different yet still demanded long hours.His new life as a sorcerer involved the same exhaustion, accompanied with a heightened sense of danger and responsibility. The only difference was that now, his office was the world of curses, and his battles were far more dangerous than a jammed printer and unsent emails.

Each evening, after a gruelling day of sorcery, Nanami would leave his mission - uniform dishevelled and his expression weary. The streets of Tokyo were a blur as he made his way to his apartment—a small space that offered little comfort beyond its four walls. He would enter, set down his gear, and let out a sigh that echoed through the empty rooms - a familiar silence that he treasured (after dealing with Gojo’s constant yapping the whole day)

Nanami would usually eat a simple dinner that he prepared in advance despite his advanced palette, sometimes instant noodles were the only thing he could muster up the energy to prepare.He would then collapse onto his bed- his sleep was a brief escape from the endless cycle of battles and overtime. Even in his dreams, he couldn’t escape the looming responsibilities that awaited him. The next morning, the alarm would blare, and the cycle would begin again.

As the gloomy months passed something began to change - a faint light, that was almost unnoticeable at first, began to flicker in the Nanami’s life. It wasn’t the glaring glow of his computer screen or the cold fluorescence of the office; it was something softer, warmer - something comforting. At first, he didn’t understand what was happening -he continued his routine mechanically,precisely as always.

His once silent apartment began to fill with the sound of quiet laughter, the scent of home-cooked meals, and the warmth of another presence. You had entered his life by chance—a friend of a friend who had become something much more unlike anyone Nanami had ever known. You were patient, understanding, with kindness that seeped into the very walls of his apartment, transforming it from a mere building into a place of comfort, of belonging.

Nanami found himself longing to leave missions earlier each day. The weight of overtime, which had once been so suffocating, seemed to lift as thoughts of you filled his mind. The days that once stretched endlessly now had a purpose beyond the grind of work. For the first time in years, Nanami felt the pull of something more significant than his job—he felt the pull of home. When Nanami would finally step through the door each evening, he was greeted not by the cold emptiness that had once awaited him but by the warmth of your smile. You would have dinner ready, and sit together and talk as the outside world faded into insignificance. Your presence filled the apartment with life, with a joy that Nanami had never known he was missing.

One evening, as Nanami sat on the couch with you nestled beside him, he realised something that brought a rare smile to his face. He had always thought of home as just a place—a structure to retreat to after the weariness of work but you had changed that and made him understand what home truly was.

Home was no longer just four walls and a roof; it was where his heart found rest, where the burdens of the day melted away in the warmth of your embrace. Home was where he found peace, where he was reminded that life was more than just the hours spent fighting curses.Nanami looked at you, your head resting on his shoulder, and felt a deep sense of gratitude. He had spent so long believing that his life was defined by the endless cycle of work and overtime, but you had shown him that there was something more you had become his new “home”—a place of comfort, love, and peace.

From that day on, Nanami no longer dreaded the end of his workday. He knew that no matter how difficult his battles became, no matter how many hours he spent working, there was something waiting for him at the end of each day that made it all worthwhile. There was a light in his life that no amount of overtime could extinguish—a light that guided him home, where you would be waiting, ready to welcome him with open arms.

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erwinsvow · 10 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

summary: you and aaron are having a hard time deciding on a baby name.

word count: 1.5k

author's note: eeeeeeee x3. cannot stop writing for aaron, especially domestic, happy aaron. not bau!reader but i stole elements from that story too, linked here. i really loved this one!

now spinning

You had thought time would fly by during pregnancy, or at least that’s what everyone else made it seem like. You felt like all you’d heard so far was warnings to enjoy this time with ‘just the two of you’ and spend your days preparing as much as you could.

You’d taken it very literally—your evenings after work were spent reading baby books and prepping food to store in the freezer.

Your days off from work, and even the rare, treasured weekend Aaron has off, is spent looking at paint samples (all yellows and greens, even though you’ve known it’s a girl since the two of you had Jack take a big bite out of a cupcake with raspberry frosting inside) and browsing websites for a car seat and a stroller. Aaron digs through the garage for Jack’s old things, and comes out with a sturdy wooden crib and a beautiful bassinet.

Aaron doesn’t worry as much as you, of course, and he has the best dad instinct you’ve ever seen. It comes so naturally to him, you almost worry about yourself. Will it be this easy for you?

You have experience parenting now, thanks to Jack and all the time you spent with him and Aaron even before you got married, but he barely counts. He’s an angel child—one who asks for extra servings of vegetables, does his homework without being asked, and never complains when you have to remind him to tidy up his room.

Besides a few puzzle pieces and various, outgrown sports gear scattered throughout the house—your house, your family home, you think fondly— he always puts away his belongings in the proper place.

He even reminds you and Aaron of his upcoming school projects and which commitments he penciled in for—a friend’s birthday party next weekend (When should we go get the gift?) and a class field trip next month (They need two more chaperones. Should I ask Uncle David?)

You’re convinced you’ll never have it this easy with another child. You start over preparing the week you find out you’re pregnant, after Aaron smothers you in kisses and hugs.

He takes you out to dinner with the team—another rare, treasured event, but not because he doesn’t want to, just because they’re always on a case—and you break the news to them when you turn down a glass of wine from Emily, who looks at you quizzically. No more wine for nine months, you had said. Ten, JJ corrected.

You’re seven months now, halfway to eight. Pregnancy brain is very real and has affected you like crazy. You keep forgetting to go grocery shopping and then you keep misplacing the paper grocery list Aaron keeps on the fridge with a little magnet. You and Jack have been eating a lot of take-out, and he’s not complaining but he still inquires about his vegetable intake over slices of pizza.

“You know, the baby is the size of a coconut right now,” you tell Aaron on the phone, rubbing your stomach. Your back has been killing you lately, another thing you had read about happening nearing month eight in your baby books of horror.

Aaron offers a massage when he’s around but it always hurts the most when he’s gone. Besides, his massages are what got you into this predicament in the first place.

Jack is asleep on the sofa right next to you. He had asked to watch Star Wars before bed—it’s a Friday night and he has no soccer practice tomorrow, and you are a perpetual good cop who can’t say no—so you had cozied up with him and a bowl of popcorn on the couch while The Empire Strikes Back played quietly in the background. You move your hand back to stroke his hair while he sleeps.

“Really, sweetheat? A coconut?” Aaron says. The team is up in Connecticut, and though he’s gone and you wish he was here with you, you’re thankful he’s in the same time zone.

You’re not sure about the case and can’t stomach the gory details anymore, but you think they must have made some strides since he’s staying on the phone with you and not in a rush to leave.

“Uh-huh, that’s what my book said. Never knew a coconut could kick this hard.” Aaron laughs on his side of the call, a sweet sound. You smile. “Maybe she’s kicking now to let us know she wants to play soccer like her big brother.”

“A prodigy in the making. Speaking of, does Jack have practice tomorrow?” Aaron likes to remind you of these things because he knows you keep forgetting.

“No, nothing tomorrow, I triple checked. And this little brainiac is just like you, keeps reminding me so I don’t wake him up at seven-thirty tomorrow.”

You hear Aaron laugh again. It all feels very domestic. Your mouth hurts from smiling.

“Aaron, it’s getting to that time. We need to pick a baby name soon. Any crazy ex-girlfriends or female serial killers we need to avoid?”

“Well there’s certainly a few. Serial killers, that is, not the other thing. What are you thinking so far?”

“Well my book said-” Aaron groans on the other end. “Hey! Don’t knock my book, it’s helpful.”

“Honey, your book had you convinced the baby would be missing fingers and toes if you had a turkey sandwich.”

“Deli meat is bad during pregnancy! So is sushi, thank you very much. I’d rather not risk my baby’s digits just because you wanted subs.”

“Reid said that’s not true and everything’s fine in moderation.”

“I’m sorry, has Reid ever birthed a human before?”

“Point taken. Your book also said your heartburn isn’t a big deal because it just means the baby will have a full head of hair-” “JJ said that too! And she said Henry had lots of hair-”

“And it also said sex during pregnancy is bad. Remember that?” Your face heats up. Damn him, making you blush even when he’s hundreds of miles away.

“Oh, whatever. Just tell me which names we have to avoid. I think we should do something with a J, though. Make it matching.”

“Very sweet, honey. Jordan? Juliet? June?”

“Hmm,” you ponder carefully. Even if it’s silly, this feels like one of the biggest decisions you’ll ever make. “I like them all but I don’t love them. They’re too… something. Too new maybe.”

“Older names, then? Joy, Josie, Julia?”

“I like those too. Should we really name our child after a Beatles song though?”

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you?” You can almost hear it in Aaron’s voice—he’s relaxing for the moment. Either they’ve already caught the unsub or you have a bigger impact on him than you thought you did.

“Well if we’re gonna do that then we should at least use Eleanor or Michelle. Or Lucy! I like Lucy.”

“I’d prefer not to name our daughter after a song written about hallucinogens.”

“Aw, you're no fun. How about Anna?”

“What happened to wanting to match with Jack?” he asks.

“Ah, let the kid have his own identity. If he had it his way we’d name the baby Leia or Yoda.”

“Leah’s not bad. Pretty and simple. Four letters, keeping the trend.”

“That’s not a Beatles song!” You hear Aaron groan.

“You have too many demands, honey.” “No, I’m just picky. You should consider it a compliment, I’m choosy and I chose you, remember?”

“Vividly. Prudence, then?”

“Oh, that’s pretty.” You try to picture it written on holiday cards and homework sheets. Prudence Hotchner. You say it aloud to test the feel of it. “Prudence Hotchner. Prue Hotchner.”

“Sweetheart, I was joking.”

“You should never joke around a pregnant woman. I like it, it’s so pretty. Pretty Prudence.”

“You don’t think it’s a little old?”

“Well, her father is an old man who wants to name her after a Beatles song, so yeah, it’s very fitting. Doesn’t it just roll right off the tongue? Prudence Hotchner? We could call her Prue.”

“Prue is very cute. I like Prudence Joy.”

“Oh, I love Prudence Joy. Prudence Joy Hotchner. I like it so much. I’m tempted to wake up Jack and ask if he likes it. Will you ask the team if they like it too?”

“I will, honey. Isn’t it time to sleep now?”

“Yes, I’ve just been putting it off. Jack’s asleep next to me, I have no idea how I’ll get him upstairs without waking him.”

“If you wake him he’ll be able to fall asleep again, as long as it’s quick-” “I know, honey, don’t worry about us.”

“Can’t help it.” You can’t stop the smile that spreads, cheek to cheek. You have a feeling he’s smiling too.

“You’ll ask the others, right? About Prudence?”

“Yes, honey, I will. I’ll see them in a little bit, I stepped out to call you while I made another cup of coffee.”

“Oh, Aaron, it's so late for coffee,” you chide, lovingly. Don’t drink a whole cup please. I wish you guys would drink tea instead. Or at least decaf.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I gotta go now. Kiss Jack goodnight for me?” “Of course.”

“And play Prudence her song, then?” You can’t contain the smile on your face.

“Of course. Good night from all three of us, Aaron.”

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blushweddinggowns · 2 years

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“I know I have something clean in here!”

Eddie watched him, half amused and half exhausted. He leaned his head back against Steve’s bed, crossing his legs on the floor. He was dripping wet and freezing, impatiently waiting for Steve as he dug through his closet. He didn't know what he expected to find when ninety-nine percent of his clothes were on the floor of Eddie's room.

See, shit like this is why they always hang out at Eddie and Wayne's new place, instead of this certifiable mansion. Besides the fact that Steve liked to be as far from his house as possible, it took away some options for them to do dumb, impulsive shit. Like dragging each other into his pool, fully clothed at 2 am.

In November.

If it wasn't for the stupid fumigation at his apartment, they would be dry and asleep by now, or at least dry and giggling throughout the night. He also wouldn't be trying to think of an excuse to sleep in Steve’s bed, with all of these stupid guest rooms. It was so easy at his place, with its uncomfortable couch and shitty heater. It took almost nothing to convince Steve to sleep with him every night.

He sighed, shamelessly staring at Steve from behind and thanking the powers that be he decided to wear white tonight. He could make out all of the muscles in his back through the transparent fabric, cold water still dripping from his hair. He was too beautiful for his own good, or Eddie was just obsessed.

Probably both.

Maybe Eddie should use this as an opportunity to get used to being without him. This little game he was playing could only last so long after all.

He knew he was monopolizing Steve's time, like an ass, and he’d been doing it for months. Ever since he was out of the hospital, the two had been inseparable. No one even called Steve's house anymore, half the time when Eddie answered the phone it was Robin or one of the kids asking for Steve.

There's yet to be a time when he wasn't there.

Hell, even before that. The little saint had been there for every step of his recovery, bringing him books, music, and his own adorable self. His little crush on Steve had grown into a full-blown infatuation. He was all he could think about anymore.

Steve was just so…him. Self-sacrificing, hilarious, disturbingly attractive, Eddie had been doomed from the start. Eddie became the one who picked Steve up from work and dropped him off, deciding that he deserved to be chauffeured around for a change.

Steve became the one waiting for him at home from his dealings, cooking food for him and his uncle, always reassuring him that he wasn't a bad person and it was temporary, just until he had enough cash to leave this hellhole. He wasn't sure how he was ever going to leave without Steve, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Or he would just stay in a town that loathed him until Steve moved on with his life.

Whatever came first.

They just fell into each other, like they had been best friends all along. And maybe he was tricking himself, just building up a mountain of false hope, but from his view, Steve loved their time together just as much as Eddie did.

Steve had been the one to press himself against Eddie's chest on that first night, sleepily putting Eddie’s arm around him with a soft, "I'm cold."

Steve was the one who would spend hours laughing with Wayne on the couch, giggling at elementary school photos of Eddie and swapping stories, never shutting up about how cute he used to be.

Steve was the one who wiped his tears away if he had night terrors, reliving almost dying over and over again in his dreams.

And Eddie couldn't help but push.

It felt like he had to touch him all the time or he'd combust. Steve was touch-starved to hell and back, and Eddie took full advantage. An arm around his shoulders when they walked, a hand on his thigh when they drove, pinkies linked when they went to sleep. Steve leaned into it all, he never tried to push Eddie away, he'd only ever pull him closer.

He rationalized it. If Steve ever told him no or to back off he would immediately but…he just hasn't.

Besides, Eddie almost fucking died to save the world, he could indulge in some self-destructive behavior a little bit here and there, even if it would lead to the worst heartbreak of his life.

Eddie shifted, trying to get comfortable but there was something digging in his back. He reached behind, pulling at whatever was poking him under the mattress. It was some wadded-up denim, shoved right under the edge of Steve's bed. A question was already on his lips as he unwrapped it, dying when he realized what it was.

It was the vest from the Upside Down. Steve had told him it was unsalvageable months ago and Eddie had believed him, even if it made him a little sad. He had loved that thing.

But here it was, washed and only partially stained with the remnants of Steve’s blood and the general muck of the Upside Down. Why did he still have this? Why did he lie?

Steve turned as Eddie stared at it, a yellow sweatshirt in hand and a pleased smile on his face. Eddie doesn't think he's ever seen Steve’s smile drop so quickly. He was kneeling in front of him in an instant, snatching the vest from Eddie’s hands with trembling fingers. He clutched it against his chest, looking absolutely mortified.

“I can explain.”

“You kept it?”

“I-I’m not a creep, really! It just helped me sleep when you were in the hospital and it became this stupid habit and I should have told you- ”

Steve’s face was on fire and he was talking a mile a minute, his voice shaking. Eddie just looked at him, stupified as Steve desperately tried to explain why he was cuddling with a ratty piece of Eddie’s clothing.

“I was gonna give it back," Steve held it tighter against him, like the thought of parting with it physically hurt, "I swear! but you just wouldn't wake up at first and I needed something-"

Eddie’s eyes traveled down, landing on his lips, his self-control evaporating with every stuttered word out of Steve’s mouth.

“A-and I shouldn't have lied, I can give it back, really, I didn-”

“Steve, I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I-what?"

Eddie didn’t wait, couldn't wait, and Steve was so close, looking irresistibly embarrassed. Eddie grabbed behind his neck and pulled him down to his level, pressing their lips together before he could question himself.

Steve was kissing him back before he could even think to regret it. He melted against him, letting the vest drop down in between them. Steve sighed against his lips, resting his hands on Eddie's shoulders to steady himself. Eddie pulled away first, half to double check that this was okay and half to try to will his erection away so Steve could sit in his lap.

Steve looked down at him with dazed eyes, his lips wet with Eddie’s spit. He watched with rapt attention when Steve licked at it, closing his eyes with a pleased hum, like he just loved the taste.

God, he was going to give him a heart attack.

They grinned at each other like idiots, Steve finally breaking the comfortable silence with a shy smile, "Does this mean I get to keep it?"

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reidingandwriting · 5 months

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Speak Now (Hotch's Version)

Chapter Three: Haunted

"Don't go, don't go, don't leave me like this..."

Word Count: 1,400 (another short one, sorry!)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: Criminal Minds level of violence, gunshots mentioned, reader gets injured

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Eight months had passed since you’ve started dating Aaron, and you couldn’t be happier. You had met Jess a few weeks into dating, and a few weeks later, you met Jack. You adored the kid and he always seemed happy when you were around, which made Aaron happy, which made you even happier. You had now been a part of the BAU for almost nine months now, and you were happy. Things were never better.

You had spent the night at Aaron’s the night before, due to the water in your apartment building being shut off. You had gotten back from a long case, Jack at Jess’s, and you barely even remember walking through the door a little after midnight- just to be woken at four o’clock with another case.

“Do we have to?” You whined as you rolled over, and you draped yourself across Aaron as you felt him start to sit up. Aaron carded his fingers through your hair, a tired chuckle leaving his lips, and he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“I know,” Aaron’s voice was soothing, deep and raspy from just waking up. “Hopefully you can sleep on the jet.” You mumbled some incoherent response and dragged yourself out of bed. God you hated these early morning calls. You stumbled through your getting ready routine, and you sipped at the coffee clutched in your hands like it was a lifeline.

Not even an hour later, you were on the plane for a flight to Los Angeles. You laid on the couch, your legs draped over Emily’s lap. Aaron was half asleep, head leaned against his window, and the usual antics you and your teammates got into were abandoned for rest. You had a feeling this case, a serial killer who abducts his victims then holds them for a few days of torture before brutally killing them on the fourth day. You had a feeling this would be another long, hard case.

And you were so, so right. Word had gotten out that the BAU was working the case, and your unsub went silent for nearly two weeks. On day eleven, he acted again and he had devolved exponentially. Two bodies were found in the alley near the precinct, and none of the nearby cameras got a clear enough image to identify the unsub. You hadn’t seen anything like it in your time at the FBI, let alone the short time you’ve been in the BAU, and you felt discouraged. This was a mutual feeling across the board with the team, and you could feel the tension as you walked into a room. It was hard enough to mask your feelings when talking to families and local detectives, and you could barely hide your frustrations with the case when you walked into your hotel.

“Do you want to shower first?” Aaron asked and you shrugged as you fell face first into your bed.

“Wanna shower but also just want to melt into this mattress and not get back up,” you said, your voice muffled by the comforter. “You can shower first, I just. I need quiet and the shower feels too loud right now.” Aaron’s footsteps sounded through the room, followed by the click of a light switch. The room was enveloped into darkness, and a second later, the bathroom light was turned on, giving a light glow to the room. “Thank you.”

“Do you need anything else?” Aaron asked and you thought for a moment.

“‘M okay. Thank you,” you turned your head to offer a small smile to Aaron and winced as your head throbbed.

“Migraine?” Aaron asked as he walked over to his suitcase and you groaned in response. “Need water?”

“Nuh uh,” you said and Aaron took your hand before he tucked two pills into your hand.

“I’ll be quick, then you can shower. Hopefully get some sleep,” Aaron pressed a kiss to your hair and you leaned into the touch. Aaron gently rubbed your shoulder once before he walked to the shower, the door shutting behind him, and you welcomed the darkness. You sat up to swallow the pills and hoped you’d at least get a little sleep tonight.

As if your body had read your mind, you barely got any sleep last night. The migraine had dissipated to an easily ignored ache, but your brain refused to shut off. There was so much noise outside your hotel, Aaron’s usually happily welcomed cuddling tendencies had become too much sensory wise, and you were stressed. You clutched your thermos as if your life depended on it, and you felt seconds from snapping at the next person that breathed in your direction. You, Aaron, and Emily were in the SUV to follow a new lead and Emily’s humming in the backseat was slowly grating at your nerves.

“Can you just? Shut up for one minute?” You snapped and Aaron glanced over at you with a concerned frown and Emily hesitated, taken aback by your tone. Aaron said your name and you barely fought the urge to huff like a scolded child. “I’m sorry, I just don’t get what there is to be humming about right now. This is a shit case and I don’t mean to be an ass, but-” You were cut off by Aaron saying your name again, this time in his ‘boss’ voice.

“That’s enough. If you can’t control yourself better than this, I’ll send a cab to take you back to the hotel. We don’t need you out in the field today if you can’t control your temper.”

“I can handle it, sir.” You didn’t mean to be sarcastic, but the words slipped before you even processed what you were saying. Aaron put the SUV into park as you reached the house you would be checking out, and Aaron’s jaw was clenched. “I’m sorry,” you said, but you knew it was too late.

“We’ll discuss this later. Stay in the car, we shouldn’t be long.” Aaron said and he started to get out of the car. Emily followed and you leaned back in your seat, drinking some more of your coffee that now tasted sour. Grounded to the car, like a child. You took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down and sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Is everything okay?” Emily asked and Aaron let out a slow breath. The house looked empty and the two spoke in faint whispers as they did another light sweep.

“They’re just… overwhelmed. Doesn’t excuse it, but tensions are high. It’s nothing personal.” Aaron said. Another clear pass through the second floor and the two agents made their way downstairs. When another sweep of the downstairs revealed nothing, Aaron and Emily started to make their way outside until BANG BANG BANG. The sound of gunshots had Emily and Aaron ducking, and Aaron covering Emily.

“It came from outside,” Emily whispered in horror and Aaron’s heart stopped. Aaron ran outside and his years of training were almost forgotten at that moment. The SUV door was opened, and the unsub stood over a body a few yards away, gun in hand. Aaron barely recognized the body as your own before he raised his own gun, a shot to the chest sending the unsub to the ground. A weak cough sounded and Aaron ran to you, immediately dropping to his knees.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Aaron mumbled and your eyes were hazy as they met his. “Hey, hey. Stay focused on me, okay?” Aaron’s voice wavered and your breath hitched as your eyes watered. Aaron pressed his hands to your wounds, hoping to slow the bleeding until medical could get there. He just had to keep you alive until then, just had to keep you talking.

“I, I saw him- Tried to, to get away. Couldn’t… couldn’t let him. M sorry for leavin’ the car.” Your eyes blinked a few times, like you were trying to focus. “Cold.”

“I know, I know. You’ll be taken care of soon, and they’ll fix it. You’ll be okay, you just have to stay awake. Just a little longer,” Aaron pleaded and your hand reached out for his. You rested your hand on top of his own, your speech slurring.

“Love.. you… Aaron.”

“I love you, too,” A choked cry left Aaron’s lips and the sound of sirens sounded faint as they started to approach. “Hey, hey, keep your eyes open.” A panicked cry of your name was the last thing you heard as you slipped into darkness.

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thewulf · 2 years

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Who are You? Part 3 || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: After breaking up with you lovely cheating fiancée you find a place to stay at your Aunt Penny's house in San Diego. You might just get more than you bargained for when you meet the Jake Seresin.

A/N: Hi friends! Sorry, this took so long... my inspiration was lacking. This is literally just fluff. So much fluff. Once I found a good plot line it was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy! This will likely be the last part. Thanks for enjoying this little mini-series!

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4,200+

The gentle patter of the rain coming down on the roof soothed your soul as you took small sips from your lukewarm coffee. It didn’t rain that often in San Diego. When it did though, you were sure to snuggle up on the couch making sure to enjoy the gray day. Being from the Midwest you were rather used to gray skies dominating the horizon for the majority of the year. San Diego was a rather different than where you were from. You loved the weather but sometimes missed the Midwest. When the sky turned gray in San Diego you felt that homeliness you didn’t realize you were missing out on.

Grabbing Jake’s sweatshirt from the coat rack, you moved from the kitchen table to the couch making sure to bury yourself under your favorite blankets of his. Scrolling through your phone mindlessly it hit you just how happy you were with this life. Deciding you didn’t want to leave San Diego you found a decent engineering job out here to begin your life here. Your mom dreaded the thought of you permanently moving across the country but the fact that Penny, her sister, was right down the street calmed her a bit.

It had been an incredible nine months with Jake, everyday spent with him seemed to only make your life better. Once sure you’d never come across a love like this you often counted your blessings for this man to show up in your life as randomly as he did. It was hard to fathom that you were about to marry another man only eleven months ago. Oh, how shortly time can drastically change a life.

“Babe!” Jake yelled from his bedroom that was slowly turning into a shared bedroom between the two of you. The two of you loved sleeping next to the other. You couldn’t recall a time in the last eight months where he wasn’t sleeping next to you. If you weren’t as his place he was at yours. Looking back, it might’ve been stupid to sign a yearlong lease, but you wanted to get out of Penny and Amelia’s way. Penny’s house was getting crowded with Pete moving in shortly after you did.

“Yeah?” Your eyes looked up from the mindless scrolling you were cued in on trying to find where his voice came from.

You heard the rumble of his footsteps as he ran down the stairs, “Have you seen that new Navy crew neck I got last week? I swear it was on my dresser last night…” He trailed off once he saw your devious smile.

“I have.” Grinning you let the blankets fall down from your chin, “So cozy.”

Jake let out a low chuckle, “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

Eyeing his naked upper half you nodded, “Touché handsome. Here you can have it though.” You attempted to shimmy out of it, but he stopped you by placing his hands on your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” He asked giving you a stern look as if you were doing something wrong.

You shrugged, “Giving you your sweatshirt back?”

“Babe, no. Never. It’s yours now.” He almost looked offended that you would even offer to give it back to him. The corners of your mouth twitched into a smile knowing just how sweet he was too you all the time.

“What?” You giggled looking up to him with a curious stare, “I was just a little cold, so I grabbed it. I promise I’ll give it back.”

Shaking his head he joined you on the couch shimmying underneath your blankets, “No can-do sweetheart. It’s yours now.”

“What if I don’t want it?” You eyed him giving him an almost challenging look.

He grinned pulling you into him, “Then we burn it.”

“Jake!” You let a full on belly laugh out as you snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, “I really don’t need your brand new sweatshirt babe.”

Smiling he gave you a quick peck on your nose, “But you look so cute in it.” He paused giving you a once over. He too was more than happy with his life. So satisfied with his life and his choices not ever dreaming to change a single thing. He fell for you, hard and fast. He knew after the date at the aquarium he was never going to let you go. Jake was ready to start a life with you and he knew you felt the same.

“You know, you can’t give me every single item of clothing from your closet.” You threw him a fake pout trying your hardest not to break out into a grin. God, you just adored this man more than anything in the world.

He shrugged this time, mimicking you, “Says who?”

“Me.”

“Hmm,” He looked over to you with mischievous look in his eye as he snaked his arm completely around your waist bringing you all the way to him, “I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal.”

Raising a brow you looked him over this time, “And what’s the deal?”

“You move in with me and we just share a closet. It’s a win, win.” Squeezing your hip, he gave you those eyes that melted you entirely.

You were sure your eyes were bugging out “What? Just like that?”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow now as if to challenge you. He was right though, why not? You were also more than ready to take the next step with him. So, why not?

Eyeing him to make sure he wasn’t just messing with you, you nodded, “Okay… only if, you’re sure.”

He laughed nuzzling his head into your neck, “Babe, of course I’m sure or I wouldn’t have asked. I’d marry you tomorrow if you wanted to. I’d do anything for you.”

Eyes softening, his comments like that made you love him that much more. He sure did have a knack for getting your heart racing, “You want to?”

“Hell yeah. I’ll marry you right now.”

Giggling, you knew he was completely serious. Hell, you’d even consider it but knew your family would completely freak, only your mom had met him briefly. But she sure did like him giving you a big thumbs up after her trip “As much as I want to, I think my mom would have a heart attack.”

Pulling you into his lap he didn’t want to be further from you, “You want to marry me?”

Nodding your head eagerly you didn’t stop the grin that seemed to permanently dominate your face for the last while, “Of course I do, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Jake thought he’d been in love before, but he hadn’t. This was love. Feeling so inexplicably in enamored with you felt some way. But knowing you felt the same? That sent him into planning your future together. He envisioned so much for the two of you. That is, if you wanted it of course. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d do anything for you. If you wanted to move, he would. If you wanted six kids, he’d give you six kids. If you wanted a quiet life away from the world, he’d let you. He just wanted to see you happy. Nothing made him feel any better than seeing that grin on your face.

“You know how much I love you right?” Jake spoke after observing your features for a moment.

Nodding your head, you traced the pattern on his shirt that ran across his abdomen still resting your head on his chest. The slow and soft rhythm of his heartbeat relaxed you as the two of you conversed, “I do.”

He kissed your forehead that was resting on him, “I’d do anything for you Y/N.”

Looking up at him you gave him a drowsy smile. The grey skies and the warmth of his body was lulling you to sleep unknowingly, “I know Jake.” You kept giving him your lazy smile.

“Literally, anything.”

Lifting your head up you studied his face this time. He too looked dopily in love, “Jake, I know really. You do everything for me already. You make me feel like the most special person in the whole wide world.” Kissing his cheek this time you pulled back and continued, “No joke. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life and that’s because of you. I know you’d do anything for me because you show me all the time. I love you so much Jake.” You giggled seeing his eyes darken a shade. Caressing your hand along his cheek you could never get tired of looking right into his beautiful eyes.

“God, I love you Y/N.” He gave you a gentle squeeze, “Can I cook you dinner?” Jake gave you a quizzical look shifting the conversation.

Giggling you nodded, “I would never say no to such a request.”

“Noted.” He threw you a wink planting a kiss right on your lips, “I’m going to run to the store really quick and pick up some food. Go relax and take a bath. It’ll be ready before you know it.”

“You really are too kind to me Mr. Seresin.” Your cheeks begun to hurt from the perma-grin that never seemed to drop when you were around Jake. He really did make you the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. Penny noticed it. Pete noticed it. And Amelia certainly noticed it. She’s a big fan of the couple she claims she pushed together. You let her have it, she did push you early on and you couldn’t be more thankful to her for it.

Your mom even came out to meet him once she knew how serious it was. Amelia told her that you were so in love. You tried to play it off as cool, but she picked up on it. She picked up on how relaxed and at ease you were around him. How you were always either giggling or laughing when you were with him. How the normally not so touchy girl is always hanging off of him one way or another. Completely enamored and more than in love.

Letting yourself relax you closed your eyes fully submerging yourself into the tub listening to the quiet music you had on in the background. Still, you couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off your face feeling quite literally like the luckiest girl in the world. It still didn’t feel quite real to you that you managed to find him.

After a while you heard Jake open the front door and get to work in the kitchen. Looking at the time you were surprised you’d already been in the tub for thirty minutes. You opted to put on a cute dress wanting to look nice for him. That was one thing you never wanted to do with your ex-fiancé. He never made you feel pretty enough or important enough to do that for him. But with Jake? You wanted to look pretty for him. You wanted to see his eyes glow when they spotted you. He made you feel like the most beautiful creature to ever walk this earth and you loved to show him that you were.

A soft knock on the bathroom door startled you out of your thoughts. You were putting on the finishing touches to your makeup, opting for a soft look for the night.

“Hey sweetheart. Dinners almost done. I’m going to change then I’ll see you down there.” You heard him lean on the door waiting for your response.

“Thanks babe. I’ll be down in a sec!”

“Take your time.” You heard him walk off to the closet.

Taking a step back you surveyed the reflection staring back at you. You were still you, Y/N, just a happier version of yourself. Your eyes a little brighter and your smile a little bigger. Slowly your attitude shifted too. The happier you were with Jake the more optimistic you seemed to get. Penny even made a comment that she’s never seen you so sweet before. She was right of course. You were the best version of yourself, and you could only thank Jake for that. Who would’ve thought that a cheating fiancé was the best thing that ever happened to you?

Making your way downstairs you were a bit taken aback by the setup he had managed to place in the short amount of time he had. The dining room was transformed for an intimate date for two. Lights low, candles out and fresh flowers. Jake made sure to go all out. You shouldn’t have expected any less from the guy. He always manages to one up himself without you even asking.

“Jake… this is wow.”

Turning his head around he took you in eyeing you from head to toe, very obviously. Cheeks heating up slowly Jake always managed to make you blush. Nine months of spending almost every minute with him still didn’t make you fall victim to his overly flirtatious advances, “Like I said baby, anything for you. You look…” He paused walking over to you, “Beautiful as ever darling.” He leaned down kissing you softly.

“Touché handsome. Broke out the polo and all.” You pulled him down at the neck for another soft kiss.

He walked you over to the dining table making sure to pull your chair out for you. You thanked him and he threw you a wink. So, Jake. Your Jake, “Only for you darling.” He squeezed your hand before opening the bottle of wine to split between the two of you.

“This is amazing Jake, really.” You grinned seeing the red wine hit your glass.

“You haven’t even seen dinner yet.” He chuckled giving you a loving look.

You shrugged, “It’s already perfect. I never thought I’d have this... and you.” You admitted to him feeling slightly uncomfortable telling him that.

He nodded before leaning down to give your forehead a kiss seeing your demeanor shift in the slightest. Jake could always tell when something was up. When you were feeling a little off, “Best believe it darling. I’m not going anywhere.” He ran his thumb along your cheek making sure to memorize every detail he could, “Now, let me go get dinner.” Feeling a little speechless by his touch you simply nodded as he walked away into the kitchen. You let the breath out and felt your heart hammering in your chest. It baffled you that you still reacted to his touch like so. Like it was the first time at the Hard Deck all those months ago.

Before you could get lost in your head Jake came out with your favorite meal, steak, and roasted veggies on the side, “Oh!” You clapped feeling a little too excited for the meal. That was something Jake just adored about you. Your little happy dances whenever food came around. You always seemed to make the small things seem so impactful on a daily basis, “You’re really spoiling me now.”

He set the plate down in front of you, “It helps that this is one of my favorites too.”

“Great minds think alike.”

He broke out his genuine Jake smile as he sat down across from you, admiring everything about you, “That they do.”

“So, how was your day?” You changed the conversation feeling the heaviness of everything you two talked about for the afternoon.

“It was fine,” He cut into the meat before looking up at you, throwing you that signature Jake smirk, “Then I came home, and it got a whole lot better.”

That stupid blush made an appearance back on your cheeks. That sly man knew exactly what he was doing, “You don’t ever stop do you?”

“Why would I stop telling the truth darling?”

“Mmm,” You mumbled deciding to chew a mouthful of steak instead of replying trying to come up with some answer in your head, “Says you.” Was all you could think of.

“It’s my truth.” He set his fork down making sure you really heard him. You always did this. Always put yourself down. Always made it seem like Jake was the one that was way out of your league when he thought the opposite. He thought the world of you. You thought that he saved you when it was really you who saved him. He was coming off the mission high off emotions realizing quickly how short life could be. Then you waltzed in saving him from his spiral.

You were the kindest person he’d come across in all his time. That alone drew him close to you. From there he quickly fell for you. Your personality and all its quirks. All your insecurities that he promised to himself he’d break down. Even if it took forever and the rest of time, he wanted to break those down. He wasn’t lying, “In my world you’re everything to me. No, you aren’t perfect. And I’m sure as hell not perfect. But you show me every day how to strive for perfection.” He grabbed your hand really wanting it to sink in, “You are my everything. I love you so dearly Y/N. I cannot imagine a life without you sweetheart. Ever since you walked into my life you’ve changed it for the better. You hear that? You helped me more than you’ll ever know.”

Again, for the second time that night, you felt utterly speechless. Sure, the two of you have shared your feelings but nothing quite like this, “Got it.” You managed to squeak out really processing his words.

He raised his eyebrows, “Yeah?”

With a little more confidence you found your voice, “Yeah Jake. I hear you.”

“Good.” He grinned, “I want you to love yourself as much as I love you.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

He threw you a wink, “Yeah, you’re probably right. But try for me?”

You nodded, “You got it. I’d do anything for you too.”

“How lucky am I for that?” He grinned.

The two of you continued to converse throughout dinner. Jake making sure that your wine glass was properly filled the entire time. By the end of it you were feeling the light buzz and the blush dancing across your cheeks. Talking about anything and everything with him. That was one of your favorite parts about Jake. The ease at which the conversation flowed so effortlessly. Even when the two of you had nothing to say it never felt off. It always felt so right.

You talked about going to visit his family in Texas. How you’ve never gone line dancing and how offended Jake was that you admitted to it. He promised that he was taking you to a country bar next weekend and he was going to teach you all the moves, his words not yours. Jake couldn’t have you going unprepared to meet his family now. You talked about your parents and your siblings and all their families. You learned how close Jake was with not only his parents but his sisters too. Jake might have had a tough exterior, but you were learning just how big of a softie the man really was. You about lost it when he showed you pictures of him with his nieces and nephews. All but solidifying your desire to have children with him. You just imagined how good of a dad Jake would be to your kids. How hard he would love and protect them.

Like Jake said, he wasn’t perfect, but he was damn close to being it. Early on in the relationship you worried that the little bliss the two of you had created would come crashing down. That’s how all your previous relationships went. Your honeymoon phase would be incredible but after month three things always strained. By month six you’d be at each other’s throats. The only reason you were with your ex-fiancé for so long was because you made it past the irritation stage. You just didn’t realize it was because there wasn’t a whole lot of love to give in the first place. After loving Jake for the last nine months, you realized what your ex was, you being too comfortable and afraid to go after what you really wanted.

“Darling?” A concerned look brought you out of your thoughts. He’d only stepped away for a moment to grab dessert, but you were already lost in your head.

“Yeah Jake, sorry.” You smiled up the handsome man admiring every feature on his face. You felt so lucky to be loved by not only a kind and sweet man but one that was hot as hell to boot.

“You okay?”

You nodded quickly, “More than okay. I was just thinking about how happy I am. How fortunate I am to have met and fallen in love with you.”

“Y/N, you’re making me blush now. You know that’s my job.” He grinned down at you shooting you a flirtatious wink, “My turn now?”

Glancing up at him you nodded before returning your gaze down at his hands on the table. You traced the back of his hand almost too scared to look him in the eyes. At first, you dreaded having these emotionally loaded conversations with him. But he seemed to love them. Over the last few months though you learned to love them just as much as him. It was still hard to maintain eye contact throughout the whole thing though. This whole spilling your heart out thing was still foreign to you. But you were learning to love it, albeit a little slowly.

You let him pull you out of you seat. Throwing him a curious glance he begun whatever he was about to say ignoring your questioning gaze.

“Sweetheart I’m going to get a little selfish and tell you what I want, okay?”

You nodded letting a small smile form across your lips, he could never be selfish. You were all too curious where he was going with this now.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to start a family with you. I want to have three little kids running around in the backyard of our home having the time of their lives. Hopefully they take after you. I want to teach and love those little ones with you. Watch them grow up and turn into better versions of ourselves. I want to grow old with you sweetheart. I want to fall so deeply and madly in love with you. I’m already halfway there darling. I want to go all the way though.”

“Jake,” You paused eyes growing wide at his motions. Reaching into his pant pocket he pulled out a small bag. He let the ring fall into his palm. Was this really happening right now?

With one quick motion Jake was on one knee looking up at you. Holy shit, it was happening, “Y/N, my darling. This has been the best time of my life, my time with you. I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you

Before you could say yes, your brain had other ideas, “Are you sure?” Spilled out as if he hadn’t taken the time to properly think about it. Jake knew from the second date at the aquarium he was going to marry you. He got his grandma to send him her old ring and he had it redone by a local jeweler to make it more you. He knew he had found something so damn special with you he wasn’t going to let that one slip from his grasp.

He chuckled nodding his head. That was such a you response, making sure everyone else was sure before you were, “I’ve never been so sure of anything sweetheart.” He responded sending you a sweet loving gaze.

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water failing to form any sort of sentence. Was he planning on this? Did he really want this? A whirlwind of emotions hit you as you realized he was actually proposing to you.

Of course, you wanted this more than anything in your life. You were sure of that. To anybody else it might’ve looked a little crazy. Proposing after only nine months together seemed insane. But both of you knew. It felt so right. You were out of the honeymoon stage completely and still managed to fall more in love with him day after day. It seemed like you’d never grow tired of him, only wanting more of him.

“Sweetheart?” His grin never broke knowing you were lost in your head. A habit you all too often

“Yes,” You paused throwing him your genuine smile, “1000% yes Jake. I want to marry you so bad.”

His smile grew even wider if that were possible, “Yeah?”

You pulled him up by his shoulders not giving him time to put the ring on your finger before kissing him deeply. Pulling away only when you need air you nodded fervently into his chest, “Yeah. Absolutely yes. I can’t wait to marry you. I want those kids too Jake. I want that life. I want to do it all with you. I want it all with you. Let’s do it. Let’s be selfish together.”

You saw him relax at your words before picking you up and holding you into his chest, “I’m so glad you said that baby.” He kissed your forehead before tucking your head into his neck, just holding you into him. He loved your touch. Craved your touch even.

And this was your heaven. Being held by him. Being loved by him. Doing this life with him. You really couldn’t wait.

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years

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Operation Apollo | 1.0 | Jake Seresin x Reader AU

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Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Her long term detail is about to retire and needs replacing, only — she isn’t the easiest to work with. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warnings: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst, smut, unprotected pinv and oral (f receiving)

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Jake wakes up on his back, like normal. He slept so well that for a second, he almost forgets what happened and where he is now. He lifts his head and looks down, brows furrowing slightly.

He remembers falling asleep spooning you, but he wasn’t expecting to wake up like this.

You’re turned almost completely onto your front, your head on his chest, an arm draped over his middle and a leg slung over his hip.

Jake slides his hand down and grabs the back of your knee, lifting it just slightly. He makes a delicate move towards the edge of the bed to stand. Your arm squeezes around his middle and you let out a soft whine against his chest.

Jake settles back into place and looks down at your sleeping face, realizing now that he’s stuck.

He moves slowly, detangling himself from you until he can stand up. He pulls the covers up over you and heads for the door.

Closing the door gently behind him, his first stop is the bathroom. He showers and brushes his teeth. Being back here in the mornings always makes him feel like he’s getting ready for high school again.

After that, he sneaks back into his room for clothes and changes silently. Stepping into his jeans, his belt buckle taps the dresser and makes a noise. He looks over at you and you don’t move.

He walks into the kitchen and Manny’s already up, standing by the stovetop, shoulder to shoulder with Jake’s mother.

“You’re up early.” Jake comments, walking past to kiss the top of his mother’s head. He leans past her to see what she’s making. “Why is my Mom making you pancakes?”

Eleanor chuckles softly.

“I was starving, and Ellie offered.” Manny smiles, leaning on the counter.

“Mom, you don’t have to-“

“I want to,” Eleanor insists, waving Jake off. “You three are all grown up and the girls only come to visit on the weekends, I like having people make to make pancakes for.”

“Alright.” Jake shrugs. Manny smiles as she adds chocolate chips to his pancakes. There’s a faint sound of giggling somewhere to his left. “Are the girls here already?”

It’s been a month since Jake saw his nieces.

“Yeah, Shell said they barely slept, they’re excited to meet her.” Eleanor giggles. “Is she up yet? — I could bring her breakfast in bed.”

“No,” Jake blurts. Manny lifts his head to look at Jake, brows furrowing slightly. “You should let her sleep — she’s had a pretty hard couple of days.”

Eleanor nods. Jake continues through until he’s in the doorway to the family room. Jake’s got two nieces, Michelle’s kids, they’re six and nine now. He feels like they double in height every time he sees them.

Michelle’s sitting on the couch with a coffee, a soft smile on her face as she watches her daughters playing nicely together for once. Jake remembers when he found out his sister was pregnant.

Truthfully, he hadn’t been able to picture her as a mother. Jake’s mother is a natural caregiver, she’s warm and kind and people feel safe with her. Michelle used to put Jake into headlocks. Until he outgrew her.

But, her kids are actually pretty sweet, and they adore her.

Jake’s gaze lifts to look at his little sister on the opposite end of the couch. He’s reminded that he has three nieces. Jake wasn’t happy when he found out that Lizzy was expecting, but that’s just because he’ll always see his little sister as the freckle-faced twelve year old that used to bug him and his friends.

“Uncle Jake!”

Payton’s the first to clock him, she’s the younger of Michelle’s kids. She and Brooklyn both rush up, tackling into Jake’s middle. He smiles, dropping to his knees so that he can wrap his arms around both of them.

“You’re both so big now! I missed you guys.” Jake pulls back to look at them.

“Look, my tooth fell out!” Payton grins widely to tell him. Jake grimaces, then laughs.

“Look, Aunt Lizzy had her baby.” Brooklyn points. Jake pushes himself to his feet once more and crosses the room to sit between his sisters. He cranes his neck to get a glimpse at his newest niece.

“I held her already.” Brooklyn proclaims proudly. Lizzy laughs softly. She brushes a finger tenderly over the dark hair on her daughter’s head. Jake thinks for a moment that he’s never seen something so small, but he remembers having the same feeling with each of his nieces when they were born.

It always catches him off guard how tiny these things are.

“You want to hold her?” Lizzy offers. Jake opens up his arms readily. He softens as his newborn niece is placed into his arms. She looks like her dad, Lizzy’s boyfriend that she has dated since high school.

It seems against the big brother code that Jake likes him so much, but Daniel’s a pretty good guy, and he has always treated Lizzy well. Plus he likes the same teams Jake does, so that gets him extra brownie points.

Jake brushes his shoulder against Lizzy’s, “Proud of you, she’s perfect.”

“Uncle Jake, she still doesn’t even have a name!” Payton giggles excitedly. Jake’s brows scrunch, he turns his head and raises his eyebrows. Lizzy has always been indecisive.

“What did you put on the birth certificate?” Jake asks.

“It says Baby Girl Ames, they give you five days to decide, so we have to come up with a name in the next two days or that’ll legally be her name.” Lizzy explains.

Jake scoffs, shaking his head and standing up. He rocks his newborn niece in his arms, “Poor kid.”

“Where are you going?” Lizzy frowns.

“I’m getting all my cuddles in now, before she realizes she got a stupid name and hates all of us.” Jake explains, heading back towards the kitchen.

“Look at you,” Manny comments, looking up from the kitchen table to find Jake with the baby in his arms. “Babysitter.” He taunts playfully.

“Well, when it’s an actual baby, I don’t mind as much.” Jake replies, thanking his mother as he hands him a plate. He moves to sit beside Manny.

Jake makes it look easy. He settles the newborn upright against his chest in one arm, supporting her head, whilst he holds his fork with the other hand.

Manny’s brows furrow slightly as he watches Jake.

“Freaking me out how much of a natural you are at that, have you got some kids wandering around that I don’t know about?”

Jake catches movement in his peripheral, turning his head to catch sight of you standing in the doorway to the kitchen in your pyjamas.

“No, I’m just good at everything.” Jake answers calmly, returning to his breakfast.

You only caught a little bit of their conversation, but you have to admit, Jake is a natural. He holds her like he’s been doing it for years.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Manny asks, smiling as he looks up at you. You glance between him and Jake, nodding — you mumble a soft ‘well’.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Eleanor beams at you. “Did you want pancakes or I can make you something else?”

You’re used to having people cook for you, that isn’t the issue. It’s just that you’ve never had someone’s mother cook for you before.

“Pancakes would be good. Thank you, Mrs. Seresin.”

Jake almost scoffs — you’ve never been that polite to him.

You move to sit between him and Manny at the breakfast table. Jake’s brows furrow slightly at the curious look on your face. It takes him a second, but he realizes you aren’t looking at him.

He glances down at the baby in his arms, then back at you, “You want to hold her?”

“No,” You shake your head, “it’s just that she’s so tiny.”

“She’s a couple of days old.” Jake explains, he sets his fork down and turns his chair towards yours, laying her flat in his arms so that you can see her a little better.

Jake reaches out with one hand and takes your hand in his. You stiffen as he opens up your clenched fist and guides your index finger into her tiny hand. Her fingers curl around yours.

Manny looks back and forth between the two of you. Him cradling the baby, you grinning at him with a silly - almost lovesick, kind of fondness in your eyes. He stares across the table.

You and Jake turn together towards the sound of excited whispers at the other end of the kitchen. Payton’s peering around the corner, Brooklyn’s looking over the top of her head.

Your cheeks redden as they dart back behind the safety of the wall once they’re spotted.

“You can come in.” Jake calls them. You look at him, frowning and unsure. You instinctively start to smooth down your hair. “You’re a celebrity, they’re just excited.”

They both peer around the corner once more, then rush over to you. Your eyes widen as they both begin talking at the speed of light, giggling and tripping over their words.

Manny chuckles. He knows that you haven’t interacted with children in any capacity since you were one yourself. Even then, you weren’t allowed to babble like this - you’ve been holding conversation with adults since before you could count.

“Girls, girls - one at a time,” Jake groans, taking a bite of his breakfast. “This is Payton, she’s six. Brooke is nine.”

They smile expectantly at you. You glance back over your shoulder at Manny for help. He chuckles as he pushes himself up from the table and walks the plate over to the sink, making quiet small talk with Jake’s mother.

Jake looks at you, confused, then back at his nieces.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You say politely.

“Do you want to see our treehouse?” Payton asks, freckle-faced and flashing you her gaptoothed smile. You look between her and Jake.

“Maybe later, pumpkin - let the girl eat first.” Eleanor swats at her granddaughter as she passes your plate over your shoulder and sets it in front of you.

The girls are ushered out of the kitchen, and Manny leaves to go shower. It’s just you, Jake, and the six pound something infant in his arms. Jake catches you looking cautiously at her.

“She doesn’t bite.” Jake tells you.

You roll your eyes, “I know.”

“Don’t roll your eyes, I don’t want her picking up your bad habits.” Jake warns you playfully.

You kick his ankle under the table, then lift your head, “Think she missed that one.”

He pushes his plate away and turns his full attention to the baby, shaking his head softly, “You should start being a little nicer to me or I might make you sleep in your own bed tonight.”

You stare at him across the table. You had been wondering if he was going to bring it up. If you were going to be able to do the same tonight. That’s as much of an invitation as Jake’s willing to extend.

He watches your lips quirk slightly.

Being with Jake’s family is different. At first, you’re able to jot it down to being an only child. Watching the way Jake and his sisters playfully tease each other, and team up to tease their mother, you can’t help but feel that you’ve missed out.

But it isn’t just about being an only child. The way that Jake helps Lizzy move around, since she’s still healing after the birth - the way that Michelle wordlessly takes the baby and cares for it like it’s their own, the way the girls are carelessly loud and unapologetically giggly.

You grew up in a very quiet home.

Nothing like this.

Jake can tell that you feel a little out of place around here. He sees it in the way you’re overly polite, the way you awkwardly play with his nieces, the way you cling to his side whenever he moves.

Admittedly, Jake didn’t feel that bad for you when he realized you hadn’t been allowed to go to parties growing up. It was for your own good. Sitting with his family and realizing that you have grown up alone in more ways than one, Jake feels like that hits him harder than anything he has heard about you up to this point.

So, when you come tiptoeing into his room again that night, he just pushes the covers back and makes room for you in his bed.

He wakes up the next morning with you on his chest, your leg pushed between his, your arms holding him as close as you can. Once again, he has to detangle himself from you and begin his morning. Manny and his mother are already up, Michelle’s at work, her kids are at school and Lizzy’s at her house resting.

That day is quieter. Probably the most rest that any of you have had in over a week. You spend the morning in the sitting room, digging through the VHS collection while Manny and Eleanor bond over on the couch.

Jake tries to busy himself. He calls Allen, checks the security cameras back at the house, chases up some leads on the threat. By eleven, he’s stuck with the harsh reality that he’s needed more here than he is there.

He sits down in the armchair on the far side of the room and watches as you skim through tapes. Your lips quirk slightly as you come across their home videos. Christmas ‘92.

Too caught up in his view of your ass as you lean over towards the shelves, Jake doesn’t even realize what you’re putting on until the video’s already up and playing on the screen.

Your lips part slightly as you look back at him in amusement. A four year old Jake is sitting on a toy fire engine, being pushed along by Michelle.

“Oh wow! — Look at that little face.” Eleanor smiles warmly, sitting up and leaning forwards. Manny laughs,

“I think we had the same pyjamas.”

Jake opens his mouth to protest, but sits back in the chair and rests his fist against his temple.

“Michelle being nice to me — practically a Christmas miracle.” Jake jokes, Eleanor laughs in agreement and begins with the stories about them. For the first six years of his life, he and Michelle hated each other — they would fight constantly. Then, when Jake was six, Lizzy was born.

He and Michelle still bickered, but they found joy in annoying Lizzy together after that.

The next tape is July 4th ‘93. It’s shorter than the Christmas video, Jake’s sitting on a man’s shoulders. You know that Jake’s dad passed — there are pictures of him everywhere and you saw his things hanging in Jake’s closet.

Jake and Eleanor smile softly when he’s on the footage. Jake’s a little bigger in this video than he was in the last, but he’s still short and so blonde that his hair is almost white. He’s laughing loudly, secure on his father’s shoulders.

You watch a few snippets of Jake’s childhood. Class graduations, family trips to national parks, Jake and Michelle holding Lizzy in the hospital — bickering about who got to hold her first.

“I’ve got one you’ll want to see, um … prom ‘05.” Eleanor leans forwards and points to the tape. It’s one of the last ones. After that, things move to dvd.

You slip the tape into the slot and sit back to watch. Jake pinches the bridge of his nose in anticipation, already embarrassed.

You grin at the screen, then look back at Jake. He shifts uncomfortably and groans, shaking his head, shooting a begrudging look over to his mother, “I can’t believe you let me leave the house like that.”

“Is that a lip ring?” Manny sits forwards, eyes going wide.

It is a lip ring, and there’s also an earring in Jake’s right ear. His hair is a little longer, fluffier and dangling over his forehead. His date to prom has pink hair and a double nose ring.

Jake remembers her well, she was a year older than he was, this was her senior prom. He was obsessed with her — the lip ring was her idea, but annoyingly, the earring was his.

“You wore a backwards cap to prom?”

He shakes his head softly as you turn back and grin at him.

Jake’s still awake that night when you push open the door to his room again. He tucks one arm behind his head and looks you up and down. Sure, it’s a warm night, but Jake knows that the shorts and tank top you’re wearing are intentional choices in more ways than one.

Still, he moves over and pulls the covers back for you once more. You slip into bed, both of you lying side by side, staring at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe you had your lip pierced.” You say quietly, it’s dark but you sound like you’re on the verge of giggling. Jake rolls his eyes.

“Can’t believe you never noticed the scar after you spent all that time batting your lashes at me.” He answers you.

You turn quickly onto your front, pushing yourself up onto your knees and leaning over him. “There’s not a scar.” You say quietly, frowning. If there was, you would have noticed.

Jake flicks the lamp beside his bed on. He presses his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip, puffing the skin out so that you can see it better. Sure enough, there’s a barely there, thumbtack sized mark below Jake’s lip.

You rest your hand on his chest to brace yourself as you inspect the scar, shaking your head in disbelief. It’s pretty small, and has faded well — you wouldn’t have found it if you hadn’t been looking for it. Jake’s hand rests on your hip.

You meet his gaze, lifting your hand and brushing your thumb over the scar.

Jake’s eyes don’t falter away from yours, though he feels you shift closer to him. He knows that you’re scared after what happened the other night, but he’s also acutely aware that that’s not why you’re in his bed right now.

He has been nicer to you since it happened. More affectionate, you’ve spent the past forty-eight hours side by side without arguing once. Jake knows what you’re going to do before you do it. His other hand slides around to cup the back of your neck as you lean forwards and press your lips to his.

You shift forwards, pressing yourself against his bare chest.

He kisses you again this time letting his bottom lip fit between yours. You continue to kiss like that, letting Jake set the pace, not wanting to push him too far and have him stop.

Little by little Jake guides you to part your lips more and more as each kiss melts into the next. Jake slips his tongue in and glides it swiftly along your bottom lip, then into your mouth. Your tongue imitates his, mirroring his movements.

Jake sits up and guides you onto your back, pulling you tight against him. Your fingers skim along his sides, brushing over each of the ridges his muscles as he holds himself over you.

Your breathing deepens bit by bit, bringing more oxygen into your system. You’re laying still, but you’re dizzied. You drape your arms around Jake’s broad shoulders. Your skin hums with electricity. Your senses heighten. You want every inch of your skin to be touching every inch of Jake’s skin, and it almost is. He’s just in a pair on black boxer briefs.

Jake kneels back finally. He skims his hands along your sides, stopping at your hips and squeezing firmly. You whine softly, pushing yourself up so that you’re sitting.

“Please don’t stop.” You breathe out.

He leans his head back, groaning softly. You sit forwards, pushing yourself up onto your knees. Your lips press gently to his neck, peppering kisses along the tanned skin, across his collarbones, down onto his chest.

Jake brushes your hair back off of your face tenderly.

“Honey…” Jake says quietly, trying to reason with you about this. It’s one thing to admit that he lost his head and kissed you a couple of times. This is another thing entirely.

You look up at him, trailing your fingers down his front until they rest at the waistband of his boxers. Jake’s eyes close as you press your lips to his neck once more, sucking soft kisses against his skin.

He wraps one arm around your waist, shaking his head softly. There’s a split second where Jake holds onto his self-control, and then he lets it go. You gasp as he tugs hard at your hips, planting you onto your back.

You hum happily as Jake’s mouth trails your throat. His hands push at your tank top, hurrying it up and over your head. You toss it to the floor and take your lip between your teeth as Jake takes his time looking you over.

He lowers his head, peppering kisses across your bare stomach, then up, fingers pressing into your hips as he nips at the soft skin of your breasts. You whine desperately, hooking your thumbs into the sides of your shorts.

“I’m getting there, slow down.” Jake murmurs tenderly.

Your experiences before Jake are limited. Not by choice, there’s just limited opportunity when every guy that you have over has to be vetted. Not to mention the hassle of trying to go over to their place - it’s hard to forget that there are two grown men standing outside of the front door.

Here, Manny’s all the way down the hall asleep and Jake’s mom is on the other side of the house. You’ve never had this much privacy in your entire life.

Jake rocks his hips forwards, grinding himself against the thin fabric separating your core from the thin fabric of his boxers. Your fingers curl around the back of his neck, pulling him close. His dog tags fall forwards to rest against your bare chest as he presses himself against you.

“Up.” You lift your hips obediently for him to pull your bottoms down, watching as he discards them. He doesn’t look to see where they land, his eyes are unashamedly between your core. Almost subconsciously, he reaches out and runs his index finger along your core.

With that, his lips are on yours again — it’s tender and desperate all at once, his hand gripping the back of your knee as he hikes it up around his waist. Jake presses harder into you.

Jake presses his middle finger into you, mouthing at the curve of your jaw as he works it into you. You whimper softly as he slips a second into you and curls them together.

You part your legs further for him, rolling your hips down against his hand. Desperate for more. Anything he’s willing to give you after the last few times, when you were left hanging. His mouth is on you, nipping and sucking at your throat, your collarbones.

Jake holds your hip with his free hand as he works his fingers in and out of you, twisting and curling them. You moan softly, trying to push your hips back against his hand.

He kisses down your chest, dragging his teeth tenderly across your hip as he settles onto his front, parting your legs for him to move between.

His tongue grazes at your folds teasingly, feeling you squirm under him. Jake groans softly, then seals his lips around your clit whilst his fingers fuck in and out of you. He’s glad he’s holding your hips as that’s about the only thing keeping you still as your hips buck slightly.

He groans, his nose brushing your pubic bone as his tongue caresses you, his fingers curling deep into you. You arch your back, pushing against his mouth.

Jake knows that he’s in trouble here, that this might be the first time, but it isn’t going to be the last.

Jake wasn’t joking when he said that he was good at everything. The joke you made about sleeping with him once to get it out of your system plays in your mind as his mouth works between your legs. Your stomach tightens, eyes squeezing closed as your fingers curl into his sheets.

“Fuck - Jake, I’m gonna - oh, oh my god.” You whimper.

Your knuckles whiten around the fabric, a choked out moan slipping your lips as he drives you over the edge. Jake peppers kisses across your hips, nipping tenderly at your thighs.

He sits back and adjusts himself over his boxers, leaning his head back as he sighs at the discomfort. You push yourself up eagerly, hooking your fingertips into his waistband.

Jake works with you as you push the fabric down his thighs. You swallow softly, kissing tenderly at the trail of hair down his middle, Jake watches as you press a soft kiss to the base of his cock.

As much as Jake would like to follow through on all the times he wished he could do something to shut you up, he’s done with waiting.

You gasp as he grabs your hips and pulls you under him with ease. He plants his forearm beside your head, kissing your lips softly.

“You’re sure?” Jake asks gently.

“How many times to I have to beg you to fuck me before you just shut up and do it?” You frown at him, shifting impatiently. Jake’s lips quirk, he just about smiles, kissing you tenderly once more as he guides his cock between your legs.

You gasp softly as he presses into you, lips parted and blinking up at him. Jake groans softly, knowing that he’s going to have a hard time saying no to that face ever again.

He kisses your jaw lazily, fucking into you in short, soft thrusts until he’s buried into you completely. You moan out, grabbing onto the back of his neck to ground yourself as he fucks into you.

You arch your back away from the mattress, whimpering as Jake snaps his hips sharply forwards.

He groans out and swallows hard as he continues at the pace, pulling back and bottoming out over and over until your eyes are rolling back. He’s half tempted to cover your mouth, but he knows this house well enough to be secure in the knowledge that Manny can’t hear you.

You moan once more, kissing feverishly at the curve of his shoulder, pressing your fingertips into his shoulder blade and raking them down his back.

Jake grabs your jaw and turns it, the force catching you off guard and making you gasp. Jake can still feel the eagerness in your touch as he kisses you hard. He bites your bottom lips softly, just to draw a reaction. You clench around his cock, making him pull back and breathe hard, “Fuck, you feel so good.” He murmurs against your hair.

You whimper out something, he assumes that you’re agreeing with him, but your voice is trembling and the words are just about unintelligible. Jake smiles softly into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips lazily against your skin as he pounds into you.

Jake’s fingers curl tighter into the pillow beside your head. He brushes his lips over your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You’re surprised by how gentle he is, but not complaining - after how wound up you’ve been, you would take just about anything he would give you.

Jake’s good at creating balance. His mouth and his hands touch you tenderly, keeping you with him, setting your skin on fire with gentle caresses. But the way he fucks is anything but gentle, and it makes all those times that you were left hanging worth it.

He pulls you tighter against him, pulling back to get a good look at that pretty, fucked out face once again. He drives his hips forwards, making you gasp.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” You plead with him.

Jake shakes his head, hiking your thigh higher around his waist, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulls back so that he’s resting on his knees, grabbing your hips and lifting them so that he can fuck into you harder. You watch as his dog tags hit his chest with each snap of his hips.

With him sitting back like this, you have nothing to grab but the sheets. You squirm slightly under his grip, eyes rolling back into your head as he fucks you. You dig your heels into the mattress, gasping to keep from being too loud as he brings you to your orgasm and pounds you through it.

He grunts, gritting his teeth as he snaps his hips into yours making you cry out from the sensitivity, Jake presses his palm over your mouth tightly. He groans, pulling his hand away from your mouth once he’s sure you can be trusted, replacing it with his lips.

His hands find your hips again, pulling you taught against him. He drives himself as deep into you as he can, letting his forehead fall to rest against yours.

He manages a few more deep, ununiformed thrusts, white-knuckling around your hip bone before he’s spilling inside of you. He presses gentle kisses to your temple, then your forehead as he pulls out and sits back on his knees.

“Holy shit…” You breathe out, draping an arm over your eyes so that you don’t have to see the white spots in your vision. You feel the bed move as Jake stands up.

“Stay here.” He murmurs as he steps into his boxers. He leans over you and kisses your mouth once more. He leaves for the bathroom. You push yourself up and bite the inside of your cheek.

Allen would kill you if he found out about this, he’s always warned you about falling for staff - he’s worked with a lot of presidents and seen a lot of people get their feelings hurt.

Your father’s last term ends this year, and you’ve got a year of having a service detail after that. Then you’re on your own. You can’t imagine hurt feelings could be any worse than never being fucked like that again.

Jake steps back into the room and closes the door behind him, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, already back in your pyjamas. He opens his mouth to speak, frowning as you stand up and brush past him.

“I have to pee.”

He’s sitting up on his side of the bed when you return. You close the door behind you, but linger in front of it awkwardly, unsure of where to go from here.

“Kind of late to start acting shy, sweetheart.” Jake notes. Your lips quirk softly as you cross the room and slip into bed beside him. He pulls the covers up around you and presses his lips to the top of your head.

“Night, Jake.” You say quietly, resting your head against his chest as he settles down onto his back. He hums in response. He’s gone by the time you wake up. The sun streaming through the window has been waking you up early, but still not as early as everyone else.

You sigh softly as you sit up in his bed and look around his childhood bedroom. Considering he left home at eighteen, it doesn’t look much like a kid’s room. Just like any other guy’s. Navy blues, and greys and dark woods. Trophies on top of his dresser and on shelves.

Nothing really that tells you much about him.

You push yourself to stand, smoothing out your hair slightly as you cross the room and open his door.

You wince as Jake's door creaks, pulling it slowly open and stepping out. You close it behind you, your eyes go wide as you straighten up.

Eleanor’s standing at the other end of the hall, having just left Manny's room, with a laundry basket in her hip. She looks at you, standing in front of Jake's door in your pyjamas, her lips quirk up into an amused smile. She’s had her suspicions since you got here.

"I- um, I didn't-" You shake your head furiously, cheeks starting to burn, "We didn't-"

"None of my business if you did, sweetheart," It's clear that she doesn't believe you, she smiles knowingly and jerks her head, "There's breakfast in the kitchen if you'd like some."

You nod sheepishly, your head down as you walk past her, burning with embarrassment as you step into the bathroom and click the door shut behind you, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You brush your teeth silently, wondering how you’re possibly going to look her in the eye again.

Manny's sitting down at the dining table, eating. He smiles when he sees you.

"How'd you sleep?" Manny asks. You walk over to him and look through into the kitchen, Jake's standing at the kitchen island and making himself a smoothie. He lifts his gaze to look at you calmly.

Your heart thuds in your chest as you think of last night. Him holding you tight against him, moaning softly in your ear. You swallow.

"Yeah. Pretty well." You answer softly.

Jake's lips quirk slightly as he goes back to what he’s doing.

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too sweet

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eddie covers his eyes as he walks out of his apartment complex in new york. the paparazzi blinds him with the flashes of their cameras as they ask him a bunch of questions. Eddie’s simply ignores them before getting into the back seat of his car as his driver takes off.

he pulls out his cell phone to call his manager. they were on their way to pick up the younger, curly haired boy.

“henderson, be outside when we pull up! i don’t want to be late. i got shit to do man.”

“yeah, what’s that? hang out with yn all day?”

he could almost hear the boy smirking. “none of your business. just be outside.” eddie ends the call before sighing.

he opens up his messages before smiling. yn had texted him a cute little photo of her holding the plush pillow he’d bought her last week. she looked adorable as always.

it’s been six amazing months with her. he fell for her so hard and fast, like no other. before dating yn, eddie had been sleeping with whoever wanted to get into the rockstars pants. he lived the rockstar dream forreal. sex, drugs, and rock and roll. his friends were either dating or married by now. eddie thought he was still to young to settle down. he’s had only been twenty-nine after all. but on his thirtieth birthday, when most of his friends from high school had canceled coming to his party, he’d been alone with strangers or some celebrities he barely even knew.

he looked around and felt alone. when he saw yn his heart skipped a beat—or maybe it was the cocaine he’d consumed just ten minutes before—and he felt alive again. at first he ignored his heart beating out of his chest and the butterflies in in stomach. he’d thought he’d just fuck her, tell her to leave his apartment the next morning, and be labeled as an asshole once more by another artist who assumed they’d start dating soon after.

yn was completely different. as soon as he approached her, she’d roll her eyes at him, call him a junkie loser, and went off to find her best friend who forced her into coming here. that made the metal head open his eyes. no woman has ever turned him down—at least not since high school—but here he was, being called out by the most beautiful woman he’d seen.

eddie had to know who was. finding out she’d been a famous rapper, he contacted her agent, got her information, and met her at an award show. when he saw her again she’d look amazing. during the after party, he walked over to her again and had to know what turned her off.

yn shrugs her shoulders and let him know she’s dated nothing but drunken, drug addicted, losers in her life and was done picking up the pieces for them. she wanted someone stable who could take care of her and visa versa. a healthier relationship where she didn’t have to babysit a man. eddie understood that. it wasn’t like he was addicted to drugs, he was addicted to partying, but he knew if he wanted a chance with yn he’d have to change.

so, he asked for a chance. she was very hesitant until she agreed three weeks later. since eddie has cleaned up his act. he stopped partying so much and started taking yn out instead. he’d take her to the fanciest restaurants, closing it down for the evening. but she wasn’t into that.

yn told him she’d be fine, perfect even, if someone would simply take her to any fast food restaurant and get the most fatty foods their were and cuddle on the couch while watching some sitcom. eddie provided her with just that. from that moment he fell for her. she wasn’t like these other hollywood superficial stuck up brats like he’d seen over the last eight years of being in the spotlight, no! she was just like him.

she grew up in texas. the neighborhood she was raised wasn’t exactly the greatest. she learned a lot from her mother but her father hadn’t been a good man and was arrested when she was just six years old. her mother died two years later in a car accident. she’d been raised by her grandmother from that moment on. eddie started to love her more and more as the time went by.

eddie had thought long and hard about asking her to move in with him. he knew they’d only been together for six months but he knows she’s it for him. all his life all he’s ever wanted love and support. he’d have it in his uncle for years, his friends, and even bought love once he became successful. but he’s never had something like this before. he wants to wake up next to her and go right back to bed the next night. eddie thought about the life they’d have together. one day he will marry her and maybe have a couple of babies running around. he knew it may seemed fast, but yn was the one. he made up his mind last night. he’s gonna ask her tonight after dinner and hope to god she says yes.

when eddie arrives to dustin’s penthouse he sees the younger boy kiss suzie before hopping in the backseat of the car next to eddie.

“hey dude!”

eddie had hired dustin to be his manager once the boy graduated high school in hawkins. dustin was someone who had amazing planning set skills, he’s organized, and unfortunately the kid was right—and very condescending about it—all the time! dustin was the perfect person to manage his schedule. on top of that he knew dustin. he would wasn’t like these hollywood elites who wanted nothing but half of your earnings for doing the bare minimum. he knew dustin wouldn’t screw him over.

“what’s on the agenda today, henderson?”

dustin grabs his folder and reads over eddie’s schedule. eddie didn’t have much planned today. he’d mostly just be doing a few meet and greets with fans, promoting corroded coffins third studio album coming out in june.

“after you’ll have the next two days to just relax. i was thinking maybe we could call up el to hang out. she’d been a little down since the break up.” dustin states.

eddie sighs.

he hated that eleven was going through this break up with mike. all those little rascals were like little siblings to him. though it felt like him and steve were more like co parents to them than anything, he loved them all unconditionally. still, he knew mike had been fighting his feelings for will for so long. it was only a matter of time before mike finally confessed to will how much he loved him. it couldn’t be easy though. with will being her step brother and both him and el still living with their parents, he knew mike would still be coming over. it sucked seeing them together, he’s certain. he remembers the same thing happening when nancy broke things off with jonathan to be with steve again.

he knew just like jonathan, el would move on and find someone for her.

“it depends how tonight goes for me.”

dustin frowns. “what’s happened tonight?”

“im gonna ask yn to move in with me.” eddie smiles hugely. dustin stares at him long and hard. he bites his bottom lip trying to keep whatever he thought to himself. eddie noticed and nudged him.

“what’s with this look, henderson?”

“it’s just—don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast? i mean you just barely said ‘i love you’ to this girl. are you sure you’re ready for this big of commitment? she hasn’t even met any of us yet.”

“yeah, so?”

“eddie, she hasn’t met wayne yet! that’s the most important person in your life. how could you be ready to move this girl in when you barely know her? im just saying, have you thought all this through?”

“dustin, you don’t get it man. ive never felt this way about anyone before. i love her and im ready to take this step. i thought it all through. every last bit of information, every pro, every con, everything man! if i wasn’t sure, one hundred percent, i wouldn’t be asking.”

dustin hums. “i just think she should meet your family first. in fact you should probably meet hers if it’s that serious.”

eddie thought about it before they pulled up to the center eddie was meeting with fans.

when eddie got home he sighs as he takes off his dirty clothes before hopping in the shower. he thought about what dustin said once more before getting out and ready for his date.

he knew how he felt for yn. he knew she was the one for him. he knew he wanted her here everyday, but dustin had a point.

wayne wasn’t just his uncle. he’d been the man that raised him when his mom ran off with some rich asshole and his dad got arrested for nearly killing someone. wayne was more of a father than his real dad. he was the most important person in his life along with the rest of the people from hawkins. they were his family. if he wanted yn to be apart of his life he’d have to introduce them at some point. eddie smiles as he texted everyone, letting them know he’s having a get together im hawkins soon and everyone better show up or he’d knock on their doors and force them onto the plane himself.

when he heard his door bell ring he got up and opened the door. there stood his beautiful girlfriend. yn smiles shyly as always before eddie kisses her cheek and allows her in.

“you look amazing, sweetheart. absolutely gorgeous as always.” eddie states.

“thanks, eds. you look handsome as always.”

“sorry im running a little late, babe. i had to sign a few autographs and take some photos.”

“yeah? how were the fans?”

“amazing as always! they’re all excited about the album coming. one of them asked about you.”

yn blush. they’d been keeping their relationship a secret for awhile now. it wasn’t too much of a secret, really. they’d been seen going out to dinner, having lunch, walking hand and hand occasionally. it was out there, but neither of them confirmed nor denied the rumors. though they did recently had their fans go crazy. eddie had only been following corroded coffins official page for years. recently he followed yn. yn on the other hand hadn’t followed anyone until she followed eddie back. the internet is losing their shit over eddie and yn new found relationship. the two didn’t mind though. they loved their fans but they also loved a little chaos and drama more.

“yeah? what’d they say?”

“they said my girlfriend is the prettiest woman out there and asked if we’re ever gonna confirm we’re dating.” eddie wraps his arms around her waist.

“hmm, what did you say in response?”

“i just said thank you and took the photo.”

“not suspicious at all.”

“i don’t think so.” eddie said smugly.

yn kisses him passionately. eddie hums before pulling away while yn groans. “later. i wanna take my beautiful girl out, show the world she’s mine, then bring her back home and maybe dance to some cheesy ass song, yeah?”

“that sounds great, eds. come on! im starved.”

eddie chuckles before grabbing his keys as the couple leave his penthouse and head out to dinner.

um—do you guys like this? is it worth asking if you want to be on the taglist? i kind a just stopped asking and stopped adding people to any taglist because i thought maybe my stories weren’t that good.

im self doubting honestly. i even thought about quitting and deleting everything i wrote. idk anymore.

anyway, tell me how you feel. hope you like it, really.

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if you search for tenderness, it isn't hard to find

wolf sequel, but i think it could be read as a standalone?

tw mentioned blood and skin stitching, medical inaccuracies, mention of death and murder

title from billy joel's 'honesty'

fun fact this is almost 5000 words

In the hours since Sirius had first found the wolf-man in his bushes, things had not become any clearer.

After the initial shock of having a shapeshifter in his house had worn off, Sirius had attempted to carry the man to the couch and failed miserably (the guy was tall and muscley; Sirius doubted even James could lift him), and then scoured the internet for information on werewolves, never straying more than five feet from the man.

All of his searching had yielded little results, however. According to google, werewolves could either retain their mind in wolf form or not (jury was still out on that one), shift whenever they wanted or only during the night of the full moon (the night before had apparently been a full moon, so that one was still up in the air as well), were sterile or overly fertile (there was no way to check that without medical facilities or an egg and a nine month wait), incredibly ugly or incredibly beautiful (Sirius thought he had figured that one out), along with dozens of other contradictions, and he had yet to find a reliable source, shockingly.

The whole thing had really just left him feeling like he’d stumbled into an episode of Supernatural, only compounded by the dark, cement basement of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

After about four hours of no information, he finally decided to just wait until the man woke up, although that posed a whole different problem.

The man was completely bare-ass naked, and he was absolutely beautiful.

Scratch that. There were bandages covering most of his stomach and chest as well as his upper left thigh, but other than that, he wasn’t wearing anything.

But that had nothing to do with Sirius’ reluctance to cover him in a blanket.

Speaking of, it seemed the gorgeous fellow was finally waking up. Sirius set his phone on the floor and watched the man blink himself to consciousness.

Once his eyes were most of the way open (vibrant amber, Sirius noted, just like the wolf) the man scrambled upright until his bandaged back hit the hard gray wall, eliciting a wince. His eyes flickered around the basement, and he paled.

Sirius couldn’t blame him. Grimmauld Place’s basement was creepy despite his attempts to brighten it up. The white couch, blue shag rug, and yellow armchair just weren’t a match against the faulty wiring, water stains, cement walls, and creaky pipes.

“Who are you? Where am I? Am I naked?” He looked down and frowned. “Did you do these bandages?”

Sirius scooted forward, feeling the odd need to be close to the man now that he was lucid. And human.

Answering his questions honestly now that he had heard the deep timber of the man’s voice with the hint of a Welsh accent would be difficult, but Sirius would give it his best shot. “I’m Sirius Black. You’re at my house in London. You’ve got bandages and a blanket but no clothes, and I’m an ER doctor, so you don’t need to worry about them being bad or anything.” He paused. “I’m actually surprised they held through your transformation.” It was a considerable feat, for sure, as the human abdomen and thighs were much different sizes than those of wolves. Sirius’ had even checked them afterward while he was sleeping, and they were still tight. There wasn’t even any stray fur stuck to them.

The man’s eyes widened. “You saw that?”

Sirius nodded. “How did the bandages hold between forms?” he asked, then mentally kicked himself for not asking something more important.

The man blinked a few times as if he, too, wasn’t expecting that question. “I don’t know. It’s always been like that.” Then, “Any chance I could get some clothes?”

Actually, no. “Yeah, sorry!” Sirius stood, and the man stood with him, fumbling to wrap the blanket around his waist, though there was really no point as Sirius had seen everything while taking care of his wounds after the transformation. He didn’t say anything, however, and motioned for the man to follow him toward the stairs. “What’s your name?”

“Remus,” he said sheepishly. He was still glancing around as if expecting the walls to start closing in or shooting spikes or something equally disturbing. Again, not that Sirius could blame him. As a child, he had been just as afraid of the dark places in Grimmauld Place, though for different reasons.

He nodded at the man’s name. “Fitting.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Sorry?”

“Your name, from Romulus and Remus.” When the man gave him a baffled look, Sirius continued. “The brothers raised by the wolf? Romulus killed Remus and went on to found Rome.” The man didn’t say anything but continued to look confused. “Sorry, I forget sometimes that not everyone was raised on the classics.”

“It’s alright,” Remus said quickly. “I always knew it was weird. Now I know what it means.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes, surprised that no one had ever explained his name to him. Sure, most people didn’t have tutors to make sure they memorized the stories of old, but a teacher, or his parents, or some adult should have known, but Sirius decided not to comment. “You’re in good company. My name is the brightest-”

“-brightest star in the sky,” Remus finished. “Part of the Canis Major constellation. The dog star.” At Sirius’ shocked look, Remus blushed and looked down.

Sirius paused, waiting for an explanation, and when there was none, he raised an eyebrow as they started up the gloomy staircase. “You know the stars but not the story of the most famous country in history?”

Remus’ blush deepened. “Had a bit of a weird childhood.”

Sirius would’ve asked him to elaborate, but a sudden gasp stopped him. He whipped around to see Remus hunched over and clutching his thigh through the blanket. “Shit, I’m sorry! You must be in a lot of pain.”

Remus looked up at him through long black eyelashes. “It’s alright-”

“No, how about you go sit on the couch while I get some water and paracetamol?” Sirius gently guided him to the couch before he could protest. “I’ll be right back!”

With that, he ran up the stairs to the bathroom and took out the little bottle of painkillers then ran back to the kitchen to fill up a cup of water. Standing at the sink, he happened to glance at the little picture on his fridge of James, Regulus, and Lily and made a mental note to text them in case Remus killed him or something.

Once the cup was full, he ran back downstairs to find Remus not on the couch, but standing with his hand poised above the door. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

Remus looked over to him, a guilty expression on his face. “I need to go.”

“Well, I don’t know where you think you’re going without clothes, but as your doctor, I cannot permit you to leave my care,” Sirius declared, not entirely for show. If Remus left before his wounds were properly cleaned and stitched, he ran the risk of infection or reopening them and bleeding out, and Sirius really doubted the man was heading to a hospital after this.

Remus’ expression went blank. “I’ll be fine-”

“No, you’ll get sick and die, so you’re going to sit and let me take care of you properly,” Sirius said, and pointed to the couch for emphasis.

With one last mournful look at the door, Remus sighed. “Fine, but I’m leaving as soon as you’re done.”

“Fine.” Sirius watched him limp awkwardly for the couch and sit down carefully.

“And I still need clothes.”

“Fine.” Sirius set the glass of water and pill bottle on the little table text to the couch. “But you’re gonna have to deal with whatever clothes I can find down here because I’m not leaving you alone again.”

Remus didn’t even turn his head. “Whatever.”

Sirius sighed. He didn’t even know if there were any clothes in the basement; nobody but him ever came down here. He glanced around. The only place he could think of was Kreacher’s old bedroom, but the man had meticulously cleaned out his quarters once he realized Sirius, not Regulus, was to inherit the property due to a mistake in the filing of his disownment papers. There wasn’t anywhere else, however, and Sirius soon found himself entering the bedroom.

While smaller than the rooms in the rest of the house, it was still a decent size, larger than an average bedroom, with a bare queen size bed shoved to the corner of the back and right side wall taking up the majority of the space. Like the rest of the basement, the walls were grey cement and studded with water stains, and poor wiring caused an unfortunate flickering of lights. Upon immediate entrance, Sirius didn’t see any clothes, though he hadn’t expected any. Even when Kreacher lived there, the man had been totally anal about tidiness, a trait he had failed miserably in trying to beat into Sirius as a child.

He walked over to the closet on the left side of the room and opened it. There was nothing hanging up, but there was a small duffel bag on the floor that definitely hadn’t been there the last time Sirius was in this room.

The good news was that it was full of clothes. The bad news was that they were Regulus’.

“Okay, I found some, but they’re probably gonna be really tight,” Sirius warned as he walked back into the main part of the basement, relieved to see Remus right where he’d left him.

The man simply nodded and put a hand out. It seemed he was no longer talking now that Sirius was forcing him to stay.

Once he had the clothes in his hands, just an old grey t-shirt, black sweatpants that Sirius suspected were actually James’, and a pair of boxers, Remus sat there awkwardly for a second before saying, “Can you turn around?”

Sirius once again felt the need to remind the man that he was a doctor and had already seen everything anyways, but whatever made him feel more comfortable. He turned to face the bedroom. “You might as well wait on the pants and shirt since I have to rebandage and clean everything.”

There was a grunt of affirmation before Sirius heard the man sit down, and then a, “You can turn back around now.”

Sirius spun and tried not to stare. The underwear was sinfully tight, hiding nothing of the man's considerable assets within them.

He shook himself off. Remus needed healing and nothing else.

He went to grab his bag off the floor where he had first brought the wolf in and brought it back over to the couch. While he pulled on gloves and took his equipment out, he said, "You should take the paracetamol. Sutures hurt."

Remus glared at him but grabbed the pills off the table, swallowing them dry. He wrinkled his nose. "You're a doctor and the strongest painkiller you have is paracetamol?"

Sirius paused in his ministrations and looked at Remus. "They tend to not like it when we take the drugs home."

Remus' brow furrowed. "Really?" The scary part was, he didn’t seem to be kidding.

Where the hell had this guy been his whole life? "Yes, oddly enough. Now, lay down. It'll be easier that way."

Obediently, Remus shifted so he was laying horizontally across the couch, and Sirius began to unwrap the bandages and gauze from his abdomen. "I'm gonna start by cleaning out these little ones, then I'll do the bite on your thigh, and then I'm gonna have you flip over to get the wounds on your back, okay?" He pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and sat down lightly.

Remus nodded and relaxed into the cushions, not so much as flinching when he saw the suturing needle. Sirius had to hand it to the man; he was either very brave or very stupid. Sirius had witnessed full grown adults reduced to tears upon seeing the curved instrument they were about to be stuck with. Hell, James had bawled just watching Sirius get stitches as teens.

Finally, all the bandages were off Remus' stomach, and Sirius looked down and stared. Slowly, he brought his eyes up to meet Remus’, several questions in his eyes. “These are almost completely healed.”

Remus nodded nonchalantly. “So they are.”

Sirius just stared at him. “Why the fuck are the wounds that were bleeding profusely not five hours ago suddenly gone?”

Remus smirked, and Sirius couldn’t deny that the dimples were doing things to his stomach. “Dunno. ‘S’always been like that.”

Sirius glared at him. The man was frustrating in the best possible way, and it was terrible. “Are you always this nice to pretty doctors that save your life?”

“If I meet one, I’ll let you know.”

Sirius’ jaw dropped. “I’m fucking beautiful, and you know it.”

“Sure, pretty boy.”

Sirius clenched his jaw. It’s not like he needed affirmation of his beauty; he knew what he looked like, but still. Rude. “Is there anything else I should know?”

Remus appeared to think for a moment. “The silver thing is true.” Sirius nodded and began to stand only for Remus to say, “And bites don’t heal nearly as fast as scratches.”

Sirius turned back toward him with a huff and began to unwrap the bandages at his thigh. “You couldn’t have led with that?”

The black-haired man tried to ignore the swooping feeling in his stomach when Remus smirked again.

Once the bandages were on the floor, Sirius set about cleaning and sterilizing the wound (which was not yet showing signs of infection but was still a considerable size and weeping blood), and was further impressed when Remus only let out a few small grunts. The process took longer than Sirius was expecting because, as Remus had mentioned, it was fresh compared to the other wounds, and it looked as if another wolf had grabbed him on the leg and not let go, resulting in several long, deep gashes.

After a couple minutes, Remus closed his eyes and pressed his head into the arm rest. “Go ahead and ask your questions. I know you have them.”

The declaration took Sirius a bit by surprise. Sure, he had questions; he had many, actually. Really, he was dying to know everything about this mysterious man that had been dumped in his bushes, broken and bleeding, and he wanted to destroy whatever had put him there, but Sirius was a doctor first and foremost. His job was to heal, not pry, and the man had clearly come into Sirius’ life needing exactly that, so that was what Sirius would give to him as best he could. (Of course, there were the rare cases in which his job was to pry, such as when frantic parents brought toddlers in with crayons stuck up their noses or when horny and stupid adults came in with different objects stuck in the opposite end.)

However, he wasn’t going to say no to an opportunity to question a freaking werewolf, and a beautiful one at that.

But first came first. He wiped down the needle with another alcohol wipe. “Now for the fun part. You may want to bite down on something.”

Remus set his jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Sirius shrugged, and pushed the needle in. Immediately, Remus tensed but didn’t make any noise. Sirius took that as an indication that he could still ask questions. “How did you end up in my bushes?”

Remus cracked open an eye. “Really?” he panted. “You’re giving a werewolf stitches, and that’s your first question?”

“Second question, technically, and yes,” Sirius said curtly, tying up the first gash.

Remus shook his head and let out a little gasp when Sirius started on the next one. “I got into a fight with-” he gasped again “-with my pack leader, so he’s giving me a time out.”

Sirius’ blood went cold. “So you’re not the only one?”

Remus laughed, a tight, thin sound. “How do you think I was turned? Greyback bit me.”

“Greyback?”

“My pack leader. He gives the orders, and we follow them.”

Sirius started on the third gash. “What did you argue about?”

Remus laid his arm over his eyes and grimaced. Sirius didn’t think it was entirely because of the pain. “He wanted me to turn someone.”

The shorter man’s hand quavered on the needle, and he nearly missed a stitch. “What?”

Remus nodded. “You might not believe it, but most of us would be perfectly alright with letting the whole species die out, but Greyback is a bloodthirsty bastard. He enjoys turning people, and he likes them as young as possible.”

Sirius paused, unable to make his hands move. “How old were they?”

“She’s 26. Same as I am.” His voice was tight.

Sirius wondered idly if Remus had known the girl and if that was why he had such a reaction to her suffering, then felt guilty about the disappointment it brought him. “How old were you?”

Remus shook his head. “That’s enough questions for now. My turn.”

Sirius supposed that was fair.

He forced his hands to move again, and Remus waited a bit for the pain to pass before biting out, “Why didn’t you call the cops?” Then, as an afterthought, “Or animal control?”

Sirius thought back to that morning. Why hadn’t he called the cops? “Dunno. Maybe sleep deprivation and hunger caused a temporary insanity.” Or it was the shock of finding a wolf-turned-drop-dead gorgeous man in his bushes.

Remus cracked an eye open. “Wow. I’m so glad you’re healing me.”

Sirius laughed. “It’s better than letting you die in my yard. Any other questions?”

Remus was silent for a moment. “How does an ER doctor in his,” he paused, letting his slip over Sirius’ form, “mid twenties afford an estate like this?”

Sirius let a breath out of his nose even though he knew that question was coming. “Rich parents and botched disownment papers. I was more shocked than anyone, let me tell you.”

Remus nodded, though he didn’t look any more informed.

Good. It wasn’t exactly a topic Sirius enjoyed discussing.

“Why haven’t you sold it, then?”

That question was a surprise. The thing most people said after he mentioned his parents’ fortune and the mistaken will was if he thought he was lucky to have come into so much money. “I don’t really have an answer to that one either. I guess it was the thought of another family adding their own miseries to it when it’s already seen so much.” Sirius blinked, surprised by his own words. He certainly hadn’t meant to get so philosophical with a man he had just met.

But it was the truth. No one in his family had been happy when they’d lived there. This house had seen more blood, tears, and suffering in the 16 years Sirius had lived in it as a child than most houses saw in their entire lifetimes.

Remus nodded like he understood, though, and they sat in companionable silence with the occasional grunt while Sirius worked.

Then, Remus spoke. “I was four when Greyback turned me.”

Sirius looked up sharply, but Remus continued. “He broke in through my bedroom window, bit me, and dragged me with him to the Den, this old building in the middle of the woods. He raised me there with the other wolves to be his second in command. I worshiped him at first; how could I not? I was a child, and he told me that he saved me from the horrors of human society, and I believed him. The man has a weird charisma. I found out years later that he went back and killed my parents. That was around the time I stopped believing him.”

Sirius waved a hand. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to-”

“It wasn’t just that, though,” Remus continued, ignoring him. “Another guy Greyback had turned came to the Den. Benjy Fenwick. He was around my age. He taught me how to read and some other normal person stuff. Then, he kissed me, and I thought we were gonna run away together.” Remus took a deep breath. “Then Greyback killed him the night we were supposed to leave.”

Sirius couldn’t hold it in any longer; he gasped, loudly. “Oh my god.”

When Remus laughed, there was no humor in it. “We’ve made life hell for each other ever since.”

Sirius looked up then to see a tear rolling down Remus’ face, and if his gloved hands weren’t covered in blood and pus, he would have wiped it away. “What if you didn’t go back?”

Sirius was lucky he had paused his suturing, because Remus’ whole body jolted. “What?”

He cleared his throat. He couldn’t quite believe he was saying it, either. “Don’t go back to Greyback. Stay here.” Apparently, he had reached the point of sleep deprivation where he offered random hot werewolves a place in his home.

But Remus was already shaking his head. “I have to go back, Sirius.”

Oh, how beautiful his name sounded rolling off Remus’ tongue. “Why? He’s a murderer; why do you want to go back to that?”

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I can’t just not go back.”

“Give me one good reason.” He was committed now.

“I’m the only thing standing between Greyback and the rest of the wolves.”

Alright, that was a pretty good reason, but it was still something Sirius could work around. “How many more wolves are there?”

“Eight.”

Sirius cocked his head. “Really?” He’d been expecting at least a dozen from the sounds of this Greyback.

Remus snorted. “Greyback’s a bit of an angry dictator, and since werewolf-ism isn’t hereditary…the numbers are running low.”

Sirius shuddered. He couldn’t even imagine the life Remus had lived up to this point, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. It almost made him grateful for his own parents. If there was one thing that could be said of them, they had never killed any of his boyfriends. They had tried, but they’d never gone through with it.

“You could bring them here. I have the space.”

Remus bristled. “We don’t need your charity.”

“It’s not charity! It’s…leaving an angry dictator,” Sirius argued.

Remus rolled his eyes (but he didn’t say no). “I’ll think about it.”

Sirius grinned. Remus would be saying yes before he left. Sirius would make sure of it.

Once the stitches were finished and Remus had (regrettably) put the borrowed pants and shirt on (which were predictably and amazingly tight), Sirius was starving and exhausted, and he suddenly realized he had been up for over 24 hours, and he hadn’t eaten in almost ten.

“You hungry?” Sirius asked Remus as he pulled his shirt down yet again over his wonderful abs. “I think I might still have some soup.”

Remus nodded, and the pair walked up the stairs only for Sirius to realize he hadn’t cleaned the soup out of the couch yet.

Remus sniffed. “Are we eating out of the furniture?”

Sirius wrinkled his nose. “No, you arsehole. I have some leftover.” He led Remus into the kitchen and busied himself with making the soup, going for reheated in a pot rather than reheated in the microwave. If Remus was getting a hot meal, it wasn’t going to be microwaved.

While he was rummaging around for a pot, Remus glanced at the fridge. “Who are they?” he asked. Sirius looked up to see him pointing at the little picture of James and Lily kissing Regulus on either cheek with the younger Black smiling the widest smile Sirius had seen from him in the middle. It was one of Sirius' all time favorites; getting all three of them to stand still together long enough for a picture, and then to get Regulus smiling as well was a once in a lifetime event.

"That's my family," Sirius answered as he straightened with a pot in hand.

Remus cocked his head. "I'm assuming not the family you grew up with?"

Sirius nodded, then started pouring the soup into the pot. He flicked the stove on. "Parents died a couple years ago. 'S'how I got the house." He hesitated. "The one in the middle is my little brother, though. Regulus." Then, since Remus had been so honest with him: "I ran away when I was 16 and didn't talk to him until he turned 18 and left. We're close now, though." They'd had to be, once he and James got together.

"And this one?" Remus asked, pointing at the photo.

Sirius stirred the soup. "That's James." He hesitated on the rest of an introduction, unsure how to put into words what exactly James meant to him. The two had been through thick and thin together: meeting at boarding school at 11 and becoming fast friends, sharing everything, running to him whenever things got bad. Finally, he landed on, "My brother," and his eyes widened as he realized his mistake.

He coughed and hurried to amend himself. "Adopted brother, that is to say. I moved in with him after I ran away, and he and Regulus started dating about a year later. There's no incest, I swear. Well, none after us." He bit his lip to keep from adding anything else that might scare off his new friend.

Thankfully, Remus seemed more confused than horrified, and he didn't comment. Sirius took that as an invitation to introduce the last of the three. "The ginger is Lily. She and James got together just before he and Reg did. They started out bumpy, but they're very happy now." Sirius figured that was the best way to condense the several months of dancing around they had all done that year.

Remus still looked confused, and more than a little wistful, so Sirius said, "I think the soup's done."

A minute later, they were sitting around the kitchen table and slurping their soup in relative silence.

Remus spoke. "What about you?"

With his mouth full of noodles and chicken broth, Sirius gave him a look of confusion.

"Are you with someone?"

Sirius thought he heard a little something extra in his voice, but that was probably just wishful thinking. "Nope. Just me."

Remus set his empty bowl to the side. "Isn't it lonely, all alone out here?"

Yes. "Not really. James and them visit often enough. Besides, I'm pretty busy with the ER. And, when he's home, my neighbor comes over to bother me." And boy was he good at it. Gilderoy Lockhart had a huge inheritance and an ego to match it, and, honestly, the sex was only mediocre. "What about you? Have you got anyone?"

Remus blushed and shook his head. "Not since Benjy."

The smile slid off Sirius' face. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

Remus waved him off. "It's alright. It's more lack of opportunity than anything else."

Sirius looked over to him. "Really?" With a body like his, Sirius was surprised the man wasn't married. (Not that looks were everything, of course, but the man clearly wasn't lacking in the mind and personality departments, either.)

Remus nodded. "Benjy was the only one around my age, and that's been almost ten years ago now." He glanced up, a bashful look in his eyes. "But maybe that's changing?"

Sirius was careful to keep his face neutral as he chewed a noodle, then made a point of letting his eyes slip over the outline of Remus' abs through his tight shirt. "Do you want it to?" Sirius wasn't stupid; he knew exactly where this was headed, but the lead up was part of the fun.

Remus appeared to think for a moment. "I think I'd like that."

So Sirius set his mostly empty bowl to the side and began to slide his bare foot up Remus' leg. He raised an eyebrow upon reaching the top. "Someone's excited."

Remus gulped. "It's been a very long time."

"Is that so?" Sirius bit his bottom lip seductively and stood, making his way around the table to drape himself across Remus’ lap. “I guess I’ll just have to fix that.”

He put a hand on the back of Remus’ head and pulled him in, closing the short distance between them with a deep kiss. Pretty soon, they were making their way to the bedroom where they both fell asleep after a mindblowing night, and Sirius wondered how he had gone so long sleeping alone.

Until he woke up the next morning by himself, the other side of the bed still warm, and the ghost of a kiss imprinted on his lips.

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