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foxy-eva · 5 months

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Keeping You Warm

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend find the best way to warm up after enjoying the first snow in the backyard of their house

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) heavy kissing, teasing, nipple play, thigh grinding, oral (male receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

Word count: 3k

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A couple of weeks ago after a long day of working on your computer at home, Spencer noticed you shivering slightly. He took your cold fingers in his hands and kissed each one of them to share his warmth with you. It took him thirty minutes to completely warm you up again with his body pressed against yours on the couch.

After that he knew that it was finally time to turn up the heat in the house the two of you had moved in together last summer. You wanted to delay that for as long as possible, to keep the heating period short and do your fair share of saving the environment. But after the temperature dropped significantly and you started to get uncomfortable in your own home, you stopped protesting his decision.

You still managed to convince him to keep the radiator in your bedroom turned off, making a very good point explaining to him how you would always prefer the heat his body provided anyway.

That’s why Spencer knew that no matter how cold this winter would get, it was his job to keep you warm at night. When his body noticed the absence of your skin against his this morning, he didn’t even have to fully wake up to reach out his hand searching for you. All of his drowsiness suddenly left him when he didn’t find you on your side of the bed.

It wasn’t like you to wake up before him on a Sunday which is why he hurried out of bed to run downstairs looking for you, his concern growing when you didn’t respond to him calling your name. His heart-rate only got down to a tolerable frequency when he spotted you through the glass door that connected your living room to the backyard. A bright smile spread across his face when he realized what you were doing.

It had been snowing all night and every surface outside was covered in a thick white layer. You wore your warmest coat and half of your face was covered by a knitted scarf. Spencer found you standing in the backyard of the place you called home, building a ridiculously large snowman to surprise him. You only caught him staring at you when you heard him opening the door.

“What are you doing? It’s not even 8am!“ he asked, already knowing the answer.

You had just lifted the third and last ball of snow on top of two larger ones.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter when you snickered, “I wanted him to look like you!”

“I am pretty sure that I am not that curvy,“ he stated before going back inside and closing the door behind him.

You stared at the glass door for a second, watching his outlines until he was out of sight. You knew Spencer wasn’t a fan of outside activities before having his morning coffee but you were still disappointed that he apparently didn’t like your surprise. You still tried to finish what you started as you gave the frozen sculpture a few touch-ups, evening out the surface with your hands.

After a moment you heard the door opening again, followed by the cracking sound of footsteps on the powdery snow. Spencer had put on shoes and a coat to join you and examine your work. When he lifted his hand, you noticed him holding his favorite purple scarf.

He wrapped it around the lower half of the snowman’s head, chuckling, “Now there is at least some resemblance to me.“

He pulled you into his arms, kissed your forehead and thanked you for the surprise. When you fully leaned against him, he started to stumble backwards, unable to find balance on the uneven surface of fresh snow. You broke out in laughter when the both of you clumsily fell over, the soft powder underneath your boyfriend’s backside cushioning the impact of your fall.

Spencer joined you in your laughter before asking if you were okay. His arms were still wrapped around you as you lay on top of him in the snow. Leaning towards his face, you gently kissed his lips. One of his hands wandered from your back to your cheek, keeping you in place as he deepened your connection. He seemed to relish the sensation of having you this close, his eagerness making you smile into the kiss.

It seemed like denying him your usual Sunday morning cuddles in bed made him desperate for your touch. When your tongue brushed over his, a content hum escaped his throat and you couldn’t hold back a desperate sigh. Your cheeks felt as if they were glowing, not from the cold winter air but from the heat that was spreading through your body.

Shifting your legs so you were straddling him, your hips started to timidly grind against Spencer’s body. When his hands began to wander over your back in familiar patterns, you got annoyed about all the layers you were wearing. You wanted to be able to feel so much more of him, so you tossed your scarf to the side and reached between your bodies to unbutton your coat. Spencer immediately grabbed your hands to stop you.

“What are you doing?“, he whispered as you felt his hot breath on your face.

“I need to feel you, Spencer“, you whined, trying to get rid of the grip of his hands to continue your plan.

“I will not let you get undressed in this weather. Let’s go inside, I am freezing.“

He tried to sit up with you still on top of him. You protested and pushed him back onto the ground, leaving kisses along his cheek and his jawline until you found that one spot on his neck that always made him give into your advances. Caressing his sensitive skin with your mouth and tongue, you felt the vibrations of his throat against your lips when a moan finally left him.

Moving closer to his ear you whispered, “Don’t you think that making love in the snow sounds really romantic?“

Your voice was hoarse, if from being aroused or staying in the cold for too long Spencer couldn’t tell. He moved his hands to your cheeks, shifting underneath you so you could look in each other’s eyes.

“Yes it does sound romantic but frostbites do not and strenuous physical activities in low temperatures are actually a risk factor for getting those“, he told you.

“I made it through countless freezing cold winters, I am immune to that“, you pointed out.

“There is no such thing as being immune to getting frostbites. Besides, even if you were, I am not and I am sure you don’t want to put me at risk?“

He tried to sit up again and this time you let him, moving with him as you got up from the ground.

“My Nevada Desert Boy. Not being able to stand a chance against me when it comes to winter activities only makes you so much more endearing to me“, you cooed right before pressing a chaste kiss on his mouth, feeling him smile against your lips at the new nickname you just gave him.

WIth his fingers intertwined with yours you led him into the house, kicking off your shoes as you stepped over the threshold. Closing the door behind you, Spencer didn’t hesitate to help you shed the layers of clothing you wore. He couldn’t endure another minute of not being able to feel your skin against his. After spending the morning in the snow, you were also longing for the heat Spencer’s body usually provided.

Not daring to separate your lips from his, you impatiently tugged on his clothes until the two of you were covered in nothing but your underwear. Still standing in the middle of your living room, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him. He appreciated the gesture, deepening the kiss while his hands found their home on your back.

His fingertips wandered over the sensitive skin along your spine, making you shiver in anticipation for more. A low moan escaped your throat, having Spencer immediately push his hips firmly against your lower belly. You could feel the outline of his hardening length through the fabric of his underwear, making you whimper against his lips some more.

It took all of your willpower not to fall down to your knees to take him into your mouth and not to stop until you tasted his release on your tongue. However, you knew that your boyfriend disliked any feeling of hurriedness when it came to being intimate, so you decided to let him take the lead.

Something you also knew about Spencer was that the more you allowed him to notice how desperate you were, the more pleasure he got from teasing you. But you never were as patient as him in these kinds of moments, squeezing your own thighs together to have at least the slightest amount of pressure where you were longing for his touch the most. You felt the lacy material of your panties getting damp as your own arousal started to gather at your entrance.

Spencer walked the both of you over to the couch where he gently pushed you down, never letting his mouth disconnect from yours. At this point you would have done anything for him, your body and mind compliant and obedient to his actions. He reached around your body to unclasp your bra and rid you of the fabric.

That was when he stopped kissing you for the first time since entering the house. He was still standing beside the couch, leaning over you as his eyes roamed over your body. The amount of wonder he had in his look when you were bare in front of him never failed to amaze you, it was as if he hadn’t known every inch of your body for years now. You were studying his face, noticing a smirk when he glanced over your chest.

“Are you still cold?“, he purred, hinting at the hardened peaks of your breasts.

“Only one way to find out“, you whispered, wrapping your arms around his body to pull him down on top of you.

Your skin was flushed and hot when Spencer positioned himself above you, making sure not to fully put his weight down on you. He didn’t mind that you weren’t actually cold, he wanted to share his heat with you anyway. Your hands found their way into his unruly curls, still damp from your activities in the snow earlier.

He started to kiss your lips again before moving to your cheek until he put his hand on your jaw to tilt your head to the side. He took your earlobe between his teeth, caressing the soft skin with his tongue. You couldn’t hide how much he affected you, moaning out his name while tugging on his hair timidly. He kissed your neck, sucking on your skin, biting it and leaving marks on his path down your body.

You felt his hot breath on you, noticing how it got heavier with every second passing, a telltale sign that it wouldn’t be long now until he would finally grant you the touches you so desperately anticipated. Taking one of your breasts in his hand, Spencer kneaded it softly while brushing his thumb over your hardened peak. The other one he took in his mouth, sucking and biting gently on it to elicit the sweet sounds of your undoing.

Spencer started to feel intoxicated by your reactions, eager to guide you into the sensation of pure bliss. He continued caressing you, switching sides every now and then to give both of your breasts the same amount of attention. Those sensations sent waves of pleasure directly into your core and you couldn’t help but start to squirm underneath him.

Pushing your hips against his body in hopes of finding some kind of friction, you could feel how hard he was. The thought of soon feeling him deep inside made you moan. Spencer began to wonder if he could manage to push you over the edge like that but when your hand in his hair started pulling with more force every second passing, he finally pitied you enough to give you some sort of relief.

He shifted his position, pushing one of his legs between yours to press his thigh against your waiting heat. You eagerly accepted his offer, rolling your hips and grinding against him to create the much needed friction. Spencer instantly noticed that the crotch of your panties was already soaked with your arousal. As you moved against his thigh, he could feel you leaving a wet spot on his skin.

He focussed his attention back to your chest to continue what he was doing. Looking up at you, he noticed how you closed your eyes and pushed your head back into cushions. Your lips were parted to let out the beautiful sounds of your pleasure. When you quickened the pace of your hips rocking against his thigh, Spencer knew that you were close to your breaking point.

He pushed his leg harder against you until you finally fell over the edge. The tension in your stomach was released as you came undone underneath him. When your body started to relax again, you felt Spencer leaving tender kissing on your breasts before he found his way back to your face to place his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss hesitantly as you were still trying to catch your breath after what just happened.

He pulled back to lock eyes with you and grant you some air, whispering, “You okay?“

Instead of answering him, you put your hands on his shoulders, moving him away from you and following with your own body until both of you were in a sitting position. You slid off the couch onto the floor, kneeling in front of Spencer’s legs and noticing the glistening spot on his thigh where you had spread your essence while grinding against him.

Looking up at him, a smile spread across your face as you appreciated every inch of him in sight. His strong legs, the little belly he had recently gotten, the trail of hair underneath his navel, his heaving chest and that beautiful face, staring down at you with adoration.

“See anything you like?“, he teased.

“Yes, but not everything I need to see“, you answered while glancing over his underwear.

His erection was straining almost painfully against the confinement of the fabric. You hooked your fingers under the waistband, pulling the material down his legs to finally free him. Still kneeling on the floor, you positioned yourself between his legs, taking his hardness into your hand. You gave him a few strokes, your thumb gliding over his already leaking tip.

Feeling your hot breath against his delicate skin made Spencer whimper in anticipation. You smiled and kissed the tip before licking along the underside of his hardness. Spencer leaned back into the couch, moaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his shaft. When you closed your mouth around him, sinking down a few inches, he dared to look at you.

He almost felt bad about how much he liked the sight of you down on your knees with his cock in your mouth, staring up at him doe-eyed. That enjoyment didn’t come from a desire to degrade you, no, it was quite the opposite. He glorified you with every fiber of his being, still struggling to believe that someone like you would want him.

You moved your head up and down his length slowly, feeling your boyfriend tense beneath you. Before he could get too close to the edge, you stopped your actions, having Spencer whine in protest.

You got up from the floor, pulled down your panties and moved back onto the couch to straddle his lap. You put one hand on his shoulder and the other between your bodies to line his length up against your entrance. Locking eyes with him, you were looking for a sign of approval. When he smiled at you and kissed you, you finally sank down on him slowly.

While you were still relishing the sensation of him stretching your walls, Spencer put his hands on your hips and began to help you move. Tentatively you rolled your hips until your body was used to the sensation of being filled out. With practiced movements you let him glide over the most sensitive part inside you until you felt the tension building up again. Spencer began to move with you, pushing up into you while his fingertips were buried into the soft flesh of your hips.

When you leaned back slightly to change the angle, one of his hands moved between your bodies to press his thumb against the bud of your core. With tight circles he helped you reach your climax, having you pant against his face as the sweetest moan fell from your lips. When he felt your walls clench around him, Spencer couldn’t hold back any longer. He found his own release as he halted his motions at your deepest point and shared his warmth with you.

You fell limp against his chest and buried your face in the crook of his neck. Spencer wrapped his arms around you to hold you tightly and kiss your forehead. You were still trying to even out your breath when Spencer started to let his fingertips wander over your back.

When he turned his head in the direction of your backyard, he noticed that it had started snowing again. Looking at the snowman you had built earlier made his heart swell. That frozen sculpture, although not resembling him at all, was a reminder of your love for him.

“Hey I was thinking… maybe we should get back outside and build that snowman a girlfriend“, Spencer suggested.

The thought made you smile but you weren’t eager to leave the comfort of the heat your boyfriend’s body provided.

He noticed your hesitancy and added, “I promise to warm you up again if you get cold.“

You agreed to his proposal then, already knowing that you certainly would be freezing when you were done, even if it was just pretend.

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cptnleviackerman · 5 months

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candles and cuddles

spencer reid x gn reader

Spencer comes home from a day out in the city and finds you feeling overwhelmed and tired, so he helps you get the rest you need to recharge yourself. content - fluff, comfort, cuddles words - 2.2k

The keyrings rattling outside in the hallway stir you from your thoughts and you smile briefly, knowing that this means Spencer will be walking through the door any second now. You can hear him struggle to get the key separate from all the keyrings, and you can’t help but feel giddy. Despite the fact that you know he likes to keep his keys fairly free and accessible, he still uses all the keyrings that you’ve gotten him from the various trips you have taken, both with and without him.

“I bought this really cool book. Come and read it with me?” Spencer asks, his voice alerting you to his presence, now inside your shared apartment.

You look up from your spot on the sofa, tilting your head to indicate your question.

“Would you like me to explain what the book is about?” His voice is gentle; in the same way a hot bath can soothe achy muscles, his voice soothes the aches in your soul.

You nod your head in response, straightening your back and stretching your legs out in front of you. You had been sitting in the same spot for the last few hours, waiting for Spencer to get back from town. He had been out shopping and had stopped for lunch somewhere with Derek, leaving you to fend for yourself at home for the afternoon. You’d managed to get a couple of the chores done from the long list you’d given yourself, but for some reason once the dusting in the lounge was completed you had found yourself almost completely devoid of motivation.

“Are you sure?” He pauses before adding, “are you okay?”

He puts his bag down without looking at the floor, and steps towards you. His eyebrows knit in worry and confusion, your lack of words seemingly causing him to be concerned for you.

You clear your throat before speaking.

“Yes I'm sure. I'm okay, I promise.” You give a small half smile to try and back up your words, and to try and convince Spencer, but by the look on his face you know he doesn't believe you. Goddamn profilers.

“Did you have a good afternoon?”

You hope that asking him a couple questions will help to ease you back into talking, but your voice is very small when you first speak, and you assume it's because you haven't spoken out loud since he left.

“Yes, we did, thank you. Derek was unhappy about being dragged around to all the small, dingy bookstores, his words not mine, but I think he forgave me after I bought him lunch.”

You can't help but let out a small laugh at that, it does sound a lot like Derek, he loves to tease Spencer. Even more so when they’re both out shopping and Spencer is trying to buy new books, he’s said to you before that Derek finds his need for over checking and going back and forth a million times between stores a little excessive sometimes, all to ensure the perfect book is bought, but you know Derek only means it lovingly. He'd never say or do anything hurtful towards Spencer intentionally.

“That sounds about right.” You answer with a laugh.

Spencer is right in front of you now, having removed his scarf and coat, leaving them untidily thrown about on the nearest chair.

You feel the sofa dip under Spencer’s weight, and you can tell by his short sigh that he wants to ask you if you're okay again, but you speak before he's able to.

“It's okay Spence, I really am okay. Just tired I think.”

Spencer nods, willing himself not to keep prying. He knows if something was really wrong you would tell him, he just needs to give you some time first. He has come to know your ticks and quirks quite well now, the two of you had decided to move in together almost a year ago now, and you had been friends long before your romantic relationship started, so he is familiar with how your brain works.

He watches you as you shut your laptop and place it on the table, his eyes following your hands as he shuffles back into the sofa to get comfortable. As you lean back Spencer puts his arm around you, bringing you closer to his side. You let out an audible breath of relief at the contact, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Spencer.

“Do you want to take a nap with me?” Spencer asks, squeezing your shoulder with his hand.

“Spence, you know I'm not good with na—”

“I know, but resting can help with feelings of exhaustion, even if you don't actually fall asleep. It's important to let yourself rest in order to help boost your mood, and resting can also help reduce stress and improve your creativity and motivation.” He pauses, tilting his head to look at you, before adding, “I don't want you to burn yourself out.”

Spencer punctuates the end of his sentence with a smile, and you can't help but smile back. The ways in which he wants to help and look after you never fail to make you happy.

“Okay,” you agree, “let's go to bed for a bit.”

You can tell Spencer is happy you said yes by the way he jumps up almost immediately, extending his hand toward you and practically pulling you to your feet. You let out a laugh as he drags you to your shared bedroom, watching as he struggles to hold your hand and get the room organised enough for you both to relax on the bed comfortably at the same time.

“Spence, it's okay, I'll sit.”

He looks at you as if he'd forgotten you were still attached to his hand, almost as though he'd become so used to your presence beside him that he hadn't even thought to let your hand go, even if it meant he'd be able to organise the room better.

Spencer had long considered you a part of him, almost since the very first moment he had met you. The way you seemed to light up the room as soon as you entered, your smile was warm and inviting, and your voice… He had never heard anything like it. He hadn't turned around upon your entrance on that first day, he knew that Emily had invited a friend to the bar, but he was focused on watching Derek play pool against Rossi. Although, more accurately, he was focused on telling Derek the precise ways in which he was bound to lose the game; the way his stance was wrong, the way his hold on the cue was wrong and how he was breathing at all the wrong times in order to make the perfect shot. But as soon as he heard you introduce yourself to JJ and Penelope his head had whipped around, his eyes falling on you immediately. There was no mistaking his feeling in that moment, he needed to know you.

And he hasn't lost that feeling in all the years he'd known you, it had grown and changed as the two of you had become more and more familiar. What once was needing to know you, had then changed to needing to hear you, needing to see you, and now, needing to be near you.

Even as he gently let go of your hand and watched you quickly sit on the edge of your bed he wished he was nearer to you. He wished he could feel your soft skin against his, and feel your chest rise and fall with your breathing.

His longing made his organisation an entertaining thing to watch. His steps were hurried, his feet tumbling over each other and you were surprised he hadn't fallen head over heels yet. You placed your hands on the bed behind you, leaning back onto them slightly as your eyes followed Spencer around the room. He was caught in his own world and luckily didn’t notice your staring, although you could feel your face heat up at the thought of him catching you. He was focused on clearing the bed at first, he had moved the scattered papers and books left there from your morning in bed, and had moved them onto the chair beside you. Next he had ensured all the curtains were closed, only left open the tiniest crack to allow some of the air to flow in from the open window. He had then flicked off the main overhead light, choosing to turn on the warm bedside lamp on his side of the bed instead. And finally, he fluffed up your pillow, turning to you when he was done and extending his hand towards you, stretching it as far as you could in a bid to get closer to you.

Smiling, you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet and lead you towards your side of the bed. He had left your favourite green fleece blanket at the end of the bed, and as soon as you laid down he wasted no time before placing it over your body. You smiled, wiggling a little to get comfy. Spencer checked the room one last time, as though he needed everything to be perfect for you, and paused. You weren't sure what he was doing. At first all you could see was his back as he rummaged through a draw, but it didn't take long for you to realise his idea once he turned to face you. He was holding a matchbook.

“Which scent?” He asks simply.

“Hmmmm,” you tilt your head and purse your lips while you think. “I don’t know, there’s so many— Oh! How about the white jasmine and sandalwood candle you got me last week? I haven't had a chance to use it yet.”

Spencer nods, and wordlessly walks to your bedside to light the candle. He smiles as he watches you slowly close your eyes, happy that you’ve given yourself some time to rest.

“Spence? Are you going to continue watching me, or are you going to come and join me under this blanket?”

His smile widens to a grin at your words.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m coming.”

And, true to his word, after barely a minute he is next to you.

You curl your body towards his, lifting your neck so he can slot his arm underneath it. You can feel Spencer bouncing his foot ever so slightly underneath the blanket, and you smile, leaning further into his chest. You hadn't realised how tired you had been, but you feel it now. You take a deep breath, wanting to relax yourself even more. You can smell the outside on Spencer’s shirt, a fact that, although is not unsurprising, does make you a tad disappointed. Until you met Spencer you never realised how addicting it can be to be enveloped in a partner’s smell, you never realised that a smell could make you feel so relaxed and so calm. Draping your leg across Spencer’s body you take another not so subtle sniff, trying to smell that familiar mix of vanilla, coconut and coffee.

“Are you smelling me?”

You bury your face in his chest before answering, and you feel Spencer squeeze your arm.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“You like how I smell?” His question is genuine, but his voice is small—almost as though he was afraid of the answer.

You crane your neck upwards to look at Spencer.

“Yes.” You whisper again, with a smile on your lips.

You feel your cheeks warm as Spencer looks at you, you think he must be looking for a sign of teasing on your face.

When he doesn't find one he pulls you even tighter against his chest.

“Thank you.” He breaths, the words barely perceptible.

You smile, wrapping your arms around him as best as you can from this angle, and you feel his other arm lay on your side. His touch completely surrounds you, and you can hear his heart beating in his chest. The rhythm relaxes you, and coupled with the candle and the dim lit room, you find your eyes beginning to feel heavy. You know sleep is not far away now.

“I love you Spence.” You whisper. “Thank you for looking after me.”

Spencer watches you as you finish speaking, he loves that he was able to help you this afternoon. And, despite your regular insistence that you can't nap, he feels your head go heavy and he can hear your breathing change. He knows you must be practically asleep now, but he doesn’t mind, he always has his thoughts to keep him company, and luckily when you’re in his arms he knows it will always be the good thoughts, and never the bad ones.

“I love you too, baby.”

Spencer’s voice is quiet so as to not disturb your peaceful rest, but he hopes you hear him. He hopes you are able to hear what his actions say to you.

I love you, I love you, I love you

You mean everything to me

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vetteltea · 5 months

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Lewis Hamilton and Building Snowmen [no warnings]

Day 4 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

Note: This is for you, @f1version. Steph is a complete legend in the way that you’ve loved Lewis for as long as I have, if not more so, and we had this beautiful realisation about young Kimi Raikkonen being a complete crush. This is also the first time I’ve written a full Drabble for Lewis so I hope I did some justice!

Willow’s face was squinted in concentration, her tiny tongue poked out as her fingers moved to press the rock from her front garden into the molded face of her snowman. She adjusts in your hold, silently thankful when your own hand reaches out, using a little more pressure on the lump which resembles the snowman’s eye.

She had been focusing on her wintery project for the best part of an hour; after a desperate call from your sister in law, rapidly explaining how due to the weather conditions, Willow and Kaiden’s school was closing, you and your boyfriend had agreed to drive straight from the airport where you had just touched down to pick them up whilst she stayed at work, promising to leave as soon as possible.

You were tired, unbelievably jet-lagged, but that didn’t matter when the two children saw you pull up outside of the school in that signature Mercedes, both of them leaping onto each of you, shocked it had been their adorned Aunt and Uncle to come and collect them. Whilst you helped them to adjust their coats, hats and gloves, Lewis strapped in the car-seats, settling both of them into the back and driving back to the family home.

It had meant to be a surprise; the two of you were supposed to arrive that evening, surprise the family at dinner. However, plans changed, which led to the two children in the back begging to stop at the park so they could go and play in the snow. A single plea from both of them had caused their uncle to change direction, parking in a quiet spot and letting the four of you go to explore the snow laden park.

The two younger ones had been dressed appropriately, whereas you both looked insane; you, wrapped up in Lewis’ coat whilst he opted to put on two heavier jumpers, hoping that would be enough to keep him warm.

The park was a little busy, many families from the school deciding to do the same thing as you and Lewis had done. Children dotted around the park, playing in the snow, tumbling down the hill in excitement. Your eyes had flickered over to where your boyfriend and nephew stood, now focusing on their own creation.

A small tug on your arm pulls you back to Willow, now reaching for the hat which sat atop of your head. You finally caught up to what she was attempting, grinning as you passed it down to her, letting her tiny hands place the cap atop of the snowman’s head. She lets out a small giggle, before giving you a thumbs up, letting you know that her masterpiece was finished, just in time for when her brother and uncle walked over.

“What have you two been doing then, huh?” Lewis is quick to speak first, his dark eyes flickering over the snowman he’d seen the two girls working on. He begins to notice the details; the dark eyes made from coal, a green leaf wrapped around each stick-arm to represent gloves, the biggest giveaway is the Mercedes cap you had been wearing.

“Is that me?” He laughs, heart warmed by the fact they had attempted to craft him. “I love it!” He leans forward, wrapping both of you into his arms, pressing a kiss to each of your foreheads. “I know why you’re always so good at drawing me pictures now!”

Kaiden by this point, was tugging on your arm. “Come on, you gotta come and see us now!” He insists, his tiny body attempting to drag you across the snow.

Stood just a few meters away from Willow’s Snow-Uncle, was another snowman. This one was smaller, squat, with four legs and a giant head. You can’t help the grin which falls from your lips when you notice the scarf wrapped around its neck, your boyfriend holding the remaining length up as a leash.

“Hey, it’s Roscoe!” You laugh, Willow giggling too as she climbs from your grasp, taking over from holding the leash where Lewis had once done. He soon settles next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently, head resting on your shoulder in comfort as the two of you watch the children pretend to feed Snow-Roscoe treats.

“I want one.” Lewis mumbles, out of ear-shot for the two younger members of the party.

“Another Roscoe?” You tease. “We can get another puppy-”

“You know what I mean.” He’d grinned back, pressing a kiss to your lips softly. It’s something the two of you had discussed for a while now; the idea of beginning to grow a family with the man you loved always gave you butterflies; even if the two of you weren’t even married, it was something that you had discussed. You wanted three; all with his eyes, his smile and compassion.

“Look!” Kaiden draws the two of you away from one another, pointing in the direction of where the trees overlaid one another, creating a pathway down to the playground, the giant slide now clear of now from the endless use. “Everyone is sliding down, can we?” You don’t even get a chance to answer, both Willow and Kaiden running in that direction.

You’re the first to follow, Lewis taking a moment to see the smile blossom onto your face from the escapades of his niece and nephew. It was something that all those years ago had made him realize how much he loved you; when he came home from picking up his sister and saw you on the couch, deep into reading them both a story they had decided on.

Cold fingers lace back together, both of you walking behind the two children, Lewis’ thumb absentmindedly rubbing over your fingers. It warms his heart, hoping but knowing it would only be a few days until he could run his hand and feel a silvery engagement ring under his touch.

#Lewis Hamilton #LH44 #Lewis Hamilton x Reader #Lewis Hamilton Imagine #Lewis Hamilton One Shot #Lewis Hamilton x You #Reader Insert #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Lewis Hamilton Blurb #Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

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certified-ni-ki-lover · 4 months

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Winter Wear

ENHYPEN Ni-ki Oneshot

While rushing out of your house since you were late for school you forgot to check the weather or grab something to keep you warm, so when someone offers you theirs you gladly accept it without realizing who gave it.

Word count: 2517

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, kissing (let me know if there's anything else)

This is purely a work of fiction & I do not have anything against the idols used as "bullies" in here (I only use idols from groups I stan btw so I love all the idols in this)

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You were rushing around in your kitchen with a waffle stuffed in your mouth & a brush stuck in your hair. You were trying to get your backpack together & brush your hair at the same time. You had fallen asleep while studying last night & forgot to set your alarm & since your parents were out of town for two weeks no one was there to wake you up.

Quickly swallowing your food & gulping down a glass of orange juice, you finished brushing your hair, grabbed your backpack & the first pair of shoes you could get & rushed out the door.

Only once you were outside did you realize that it was snowing & you didn't have your winter coat or a scarf or anything & to make matters worse the shoes you grabbed were a pair of heels. It was too late to go back up to your rooms grab your winter wear & find a more suitable pair of shoes so you just sighed & decided to bear with it for today. At least they went with your outfit you thought trying to make this situation positive, & thank goodness these were block heels & not the stilettoes you wear during your nights out & at least they weren't too tall. But it still made walking in the snow a struggle & the fact that you were practically FREEZING didn't help either.

Suddenly you felt more warm. You realize someone had placed their coat on you. When you looked behind you saw an incredibly tall boy, perhaps your age or a year older. His hair was dyed to a dirty blonde & he had a mole under his eye but you couldn't see the rest of his face clearly since it was covered by his scarf. "Take it," was all he said before he continued walking. You thanked the boy, but you were doubtful if he even heard your cause of his earmuffs.

On the rest of the walk to school, you couldn't help but think that the boy who lent you his jacket seemed familiar. You couldn't make out his voice either since it was muffled by his scarf but you just hoped you would run into him again.

Once you reached school you walked towards your locker. You noticed a few girls staring at you & whispering but you didn't think much of it & just headed to class. Since you were late you couldn't walk to school with your best friend, Danielle, like how you usually do.

"Y/NIEEEE" She yelled when you walked in hugging you. She thought you wouldn't be coming today so she was glad when she saw you. "Hey Dani, sorry I couldn't walk with you today, woke up late," you explained hugging her back. "No worries, I was worried though. Thought you were sick or something," she explained & you just smiled at her. You & Danielle have been best friends since you were seven years old. You loved to death & so did she. "Girl, what's with your shoes?" she asked laughing slightly. You just rolled your eyes & replied, "Ugh, don't even get me started. I had to rush this morning & these were the first pair I had grabbed plus I had also forgotten my winter coat when it's literally freezing outside," you grumbled but before Dani could ask more questions the teacher walked in & you two decided to talk more during lunch.

Now, stuffing your faces full of ramen you, explained to Danielle what had happened to you that morning. "Woahhh! You're literally so lucky! A super cute tall boy gave you his jacket!" she gushed "It's just like a K-drama omg!" you just laughed at her.

But just then you were interrupted. "Why the fuck were you wearing Ni-ki's jacket this morning?" someone yelled slamming her hand on your lunch table. It was Leeseo. She was one of the popular girls in your school. She was known for her pretty looks &also for the fact that her mom owned a share of your school. This meant she could do whatever she wanted since no one in the school could do anything about it & her parents were too busy working to care, which she didn't mind either.

The boy she was talking about was Nishimura Riki or Ni-ki which is what he preferred to be called by. He's the star player of your school's basketball team. Everyone on the basketball team was super popular & incredibly good-looking, including Ni-ki. He was the tallest on the team. Girls would leave flowers, chocolates & letters for him after every game but he would never mind them. It wasn't a rare sight to see a girl with flowers in her hands looking heartbroken from confessing to Ni-ki. He never accepted anyone's confession. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on the said boy. How could you not? But from the scenes you witness you grew a fear of ever confessing. Leeseo's family was friends with the Nishimura family. Even though Ni-ki barely even speaks to her as well, Leeseo is the only girl who had the closest "connection" with Ni-ki. Of course like the other girls Leeseo had a crush on him as well, but she had more confidence in being able to be with him than the others. But just to be safe Leeseo would try & keep as many girls as she can from confessing to him.

Leeseo never liked you. You don't know what you did to her but all you can remember is that at any given opportunity she would try & make your life as miserable as possible. Things only got worse when she found out about your crush on Ni-ki. She would always get so infuriated about any little interactions you had with him.

But right now you didn't even know what she was talking about. That is until you remembered about the boy from that morning who gave you his jacket. That's why he was so familiar to you. Cause it was Ni-ki. That also explained the stares & whispers you got when you entered the building. "Um he gave it to me..?" you replied. You could see the anger rise on Leeseo's face & the confusion on her friends. "He never shares his clothes. Why would ever give his jacket to you?" she asked glaring at you. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him since you're so "close" to him," you replied back. "Fine!" she replied back before storming out of the cafeteria.

Danielle looked at you with wide eyes, "Ni-ki gave you his jacket???" she asked. "It seems like it," you replied, your cheeks slightly pink. But you knew Leeseo would pull a stunt now & you weren't ready for whatever she was planning.

***Next day***

You woke up at the right time today & were dressed more appropriately. Unfortunately, you couldn't walk with Danielle again today since she had some work to do at her journalism club so she headed to school earlier.

When you entered the school everyone was staring at you & whispering again. "She's so lucky!" "I'm literally so envious of her!" You were confused by all this & went to find Danielle, just then you saw her running over to you. "GIRL YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED" she yelled pulling you into her office in the journalism club. You were confused by what was going on so you asked her to which she just handed you her phone telling you to watch the video that was playing.

The video was probably taken yesterday after school cause it showed Ni-ki's basketball team practicing. A few seconds later you saw Leeseo approaching him. For some odd reason, you felt your heart beat faster. "Ni-ki!" she cutely yelled in the video, to which he turned. "I heard that you gave your jacket to Y/N L/N," she said. "Yea," he replied shortly continuing to warm up with one of his teammates, Lee Heeseung. "Um why?" she asked. "I saw her rushing this morning. Seems like she forgot it & was cold," he said shrugging. "But you never share your clothes. You don't even lend me your jacket," she said pouting, emphasizing the "me". You cringed wanting to stop watching, "Bear with it & just keep watching, trust me," Danielle spoke. "Cause she's my girlfriend," Ni-ki spoke shortly walking away from Leeseo to grab his bag & head out. "WHAT?? Wait Ni-ki where are you going?? Come back! Do your parents know about this?? You know they've always wanted us to be together right...." Leeseo's screaming trailed off as she followed Ni-ki & the video ended. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" you screamed. "GIRL YOU'VE GOT TO ASK NI-KI ABOUT THIS!" Dani shouted as the bell rang. Since you had class now you decided to wait after school to ask him about this during his practice.

***Time Skip***

The final bell had rung, indicating that school was over for the day. Your classmates were packing their things & talking to their friends about their weekend plans. You packed your stuff & thought to head to the journalism room first so you could go to the basketball court with Danielle. There was no way you were going to talk to Ni-ki alone.

Arms linked with Dani, you both headed to the basketball court. You saw that practice had already begun. The players were doing warm-ups while the couch went over a few things with the assistant couch. You spotted a few girls sitting on the bleachers. Some of them were a few player's girlfriends while the others were fans who had crushes on the rest. You found Leeseo & her group of friends sitting in the front row. She was obviously here for Ni-ki. You looked away when she spotted you. You made your way over to the drink cooler to wait so you could talk to Ni-ki during their break.

The coach blew the whistle indicating that it was their break time to rest & get refreshed for the rest of the practice. You noticed one of his teammates, Jake, another player on the team & one of Ni-ki's close friends, nudge Ni-ki whispering something to him while looking at you. Ni-ki took a glance at your direction & whispered something back to him. You saw Ni-ki approaching you so you took out the energy drink you got for him. Ni-ki took a seat next to you on the bench, "Here," you spoke softly offering him the drink, but before he could accept it, Leeseo came over, "Hi Ni-ki! You played so well! Here I got you a drink," she said giving him the drink. "Thanks but Y/N already got a drink for me," he said grabbing the drink you got for him & taking a sip. You could see Leeseo's expression shifting into annoyance, but she plastered on a fake smile. "Uh Ni-ki I wanted to talk to you about something," you started, "Sure," he replied, "You can tell me when we walk home together," he said before you could ask what he meant by that, the coach called him over since practice had begun again. So you waited for him again this time with your heart beating out of your chest.

"Let's go," NI-ki said picking up his bag. "NI-KI!" Leeso shouted, you could see Ni-ki roll his eyes at her, IT'S FRIDAY! WE HAVE FAMILY DINNER TOGETHER! WHY DON'T WE-" you couldn't finish hearing what she wanted to say cause Ni-ki had grabbed your hand & started walking out. "Hey! It looks like you have something important to do," you said. "I never go for those dinners. My parents have learned that by now," he said. "Oh," you replied, Leeseo had always bragged to you how every weekend Ni-ki & her would spend time together & how interested he was in her, looks like she had been lying this whole time. The realization gave you butterflies for some reason.

"So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. "Uh well there's been a rumor going around that you gave me your jacket that day cause I'm your girlfriend," you said. "Yea," he responded casually, "Yea?" you asked confused, "Is there anything wrong with that?" he asked "I know you like me Y/N," he said. You looked at him with wide eyes, your heart hammering out of your chest. "What?" you asked him, "I had heard Leeseo's confronting you about it," he replied. "So that whole video was like some joke or something you planned?" you asked looking down trying to hold in your tears. "Y/N," he said stopping & turning towards you. He softly held your chin making you look up at him, he held your face in his hands, his thumb softly caressing your cheek, "I don't know how you've never noticed the way I look at you. I've liked you for such a long time. I didn't know how to tell you cause I wasn't sure if you also liked me. But when I heard you & Leeseo talking about it, I found you did like me. Now I just had to figure out how to tell you, but I never found the perfect opportunity. That's why I gave you my jacket the other day, you're the only person I wouldn't mind wearing my clothes & When Leeseo asked me about it, I figured that was the perfect opportunity, not only would I get to confess to you but it would also keep any of the other guys from trying to ask you out. Plus I also figured if she knew I liked you back, she would stop giving you a hard time about your feelings & would also leave me alone." he confessed looking into your eyes. You didn't know what to say. You were left speechless at his confession. So instead you tiptoed & placed a soft kiss on his lips. You felt his arms fall around your waist while you put your arms around his neck. You could feel him kiss you back with the same amount of love & passion you had for him, if not even more. A few seconds later you broke the kiss, "I love you Riki," you said looking up at him. "I love you too Y/N," he said, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before hugging you. "Oh yeah here," you said breaking the hug & handing him a bag. He looked at you confused, "What is this," he asked taking the bag, "It's your jacket. I figured you would want it back," you said smiling at him. "Keep it. I don't want my girlfriend to freeze to death," he said. "Oh so I'm your girlfriend now?" you asked him, teasing him. "Obviously," he said rolling his eyes. "If you thought I was just going to leave you like that then you thought wrong sweetheart," he said pulling you into another sweet kiss.

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a/n: This was left incomplete in my drafts for SO LONG😭😭Hope you guys liked it!

My requests are OPEN btw🤍

Thank you for reading!!🧡

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kooksbunnnn · 8 months

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Lost cause? 3: Who is it really that you're trying to fight?

Previous chapter

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook× Female!Reader

Genre: Established relationship/ marriage, angst, heartbreak, INFIDELITY. Panic attacks (TRIGGER WARNING). Pregnancy (do not read if this content triggers you) also, 18+, This is purely a work of FICTION please take it as FICTION only. Therapy and psychological conversations. Tears, guilt, regret and hope maybe?

Word count: approx 6.5k

Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you.

Authors note: Hello everybody, thankyou for waiting so patiently, I have a long message so I will put it at the end of the chapter, here is chapter 3, I hope you like it. Enjoy! Hehe~

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"These sunflowers just look happier than the roses, don't you think?" you point at the various vases and bouquets as Jungkook holds your hand listening to your confused queries.

"But didn't you find the roses pretty the moment you walked in?" He teases you with faux confusion and you stomp your feet like a toddler. "I am not buying both of them, kook." You pull him by his hand and he chuckles.

You didn't want to buy both of them, they're ridiculously expensive and he won't even let you pay. You tried taking your clutch but he kinda snatched it and shoved it back in your luggage. Although your little playful squabble suddenly turned into a makeout session against the hotel wall, he still successfully hid your wallet.

"Fine, baby, whatever you want." He pecks your cheeks and pulls back, fixing your scarf around your neck. "I'll get the sunflowers wrapped, you go check the gift shop for that snow globe you saw earlier, okay?" You smile and mutter 'okay', happily walking towards the gift shop with your hands in your coat pockets.

You reach the gift shop and ask for the snow globe along with some fridge magnets and keychains for your friends as souvenirs. Jimin and Hobi love magnets, and it was specifically mentioned in the group texts you got the night before your flight.

'HAPPY HONEYMOONING, Y/N AND JUNGKOOK!! Bring souvenirs tho, tc♡'

You get all the stuff you want and turn around to look for your husband. He walks towards you with a smile on his face, Oh, that pretty face, the prettiest amongst the flower lanes.

You give him a big smile when he hands you the sunflower bouquet, and your eyes crinkle looking at the yellow flowers. Looking up at him you find him looking at you with hearts in his eyes. You giggle with pink cheeks and turn towards the counter with your face half hidden by the bouquet.

"How much is it for everything, ma'am?" He asks the cashier when someone comes from inside the flower store and hands Jungkook a bouquet of roses making your eyes widen.

"Jungkook!" You whisper-yell at your husband and he looks handing his card to the lady. "Yes, baby?" He asks with love filled in his voice, You tilt your head towards the red flowers and he follows your gaze moving his neck dramatically and exclaims, elongating his words,

"Ohhhhh, the roses?"

You raise an eyebrow biting your inner cheeks, a smile threatening to appear on your face at his cuteness. "I got them for me, You said you don't want them but you know, I loooove red roses, so I got them for myself. The red makes me feel pretty, you know?" He explains with comically wide eyes and a coy smile, shrugging with the red roses in his arms, and you can't help but laugh and hug him.

He pats your head and kisses your hair, chuckling. The lady hands hands him his card thanking him and gives him the items you both bought in a cloth bag with mountains painted over it.

Heading out of the shop you both hold hands while you walk towards your car. After keeping the stuff in the back seat and handing you both the bouquets, he opens the car door for you but before you get inside he stops you and turns you towards him.

"I love your laugh, you know? and I love it the most when you laugh because of me." He says with his gaze fixed on your scarf while covering it around your neck carefully. He boops your red nose and you playfully scrunch it making him chuckle.

"I love you, kook." You say leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you, too, baby." He smiles against your lips.

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Your face has a sad smile as your gaze lingers on the newly replaced sunflowers in the vase on your kitchen counter. The memories of the warm winter you spent in Switzerland cuddling with your husband make your heart feel chill and cold. You sip on the herbal tea with bags under your eyes due to the many nights of crying.

You hear the couch in the lobby rustle and your gaze shifts to your sleeping husband. Yes, he slept on the couch not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way but still being close to your room, since you felt very nauseous the night before.

Your mom asked him to sleep in the guest room but he preferred sleeping near your room in case you needed something.

It has been 4 days since you both decided to give your relationship a chance. Since then you have not talked much about anything other than the therapist's recommendations you got from Namjoon, Taehyung and their wives.

Jin was supposed to return in 2 days from his trip with his wife to her house, his brother-in-law getting engaged. You feel like a lot has happened in the last 5 months and you were so clueless, you felt guilty for not being there for everybody.

Apparently, Yoongi broke up with his girlfriend after 3 weeks of constant arguments. He seems okay, but you never know how a person actually feels from their face now, do you? You don't know what the arguments were about but you just hope he is fine.

Hobi's girlfriend just moved in with him, they wanted to hold a get-together but postponed it saying you were not well since you went to the hospital 2 months ago. Somehow you know that is not the reason. You would also prefer not making anyone awkward with all the tension that you've been going through, You suggested them doing it without you but they refused, stating they want everyone there.

Jungkook has been trying to be silently available and you can notice every one of his efforts, You feel your heart shatter every time you look at him but you try not to cry. You don't succeed.

This was the decision you made, your doctor and therapist both suggested you start couple therapy, soon. Are you ready? No. But would you run away from your problems? Nope.

You have your first combined session in 4 hours and you feel nauseous already. You haven't talked much to Jungkook in the past four days except for thanking him whenever he helps you with stuff like getting up, switching the fan on if you feel hot suddenly, helping you with covering yourself with the comforter, putting your feet in your slippers and many more things.

You both finally decided on a therapist that your doctor and Namjoon, both suggested.

You absolutely feared this, you have no idea what outcome is waiting for you on the other side of the journey you chose. But you have to try, for the baby. Finishing your coffee you straighten up and walk towards the sink.

Suddenly you hear three loud knocks on the door and the mug slips from your hand.

Hearing the mug hit the floor Jungkook jolts up and comes running towards you, "Hey, you okay?" He inquires holding your hands, speaking groggily, still sleepy. His eyes search you for any burns or injury.

"I am fine. It's okay." He hears you and it's like you both realize at the same moment that he has your hands in his, you both lift your heads at the same time. His eyes are swollen and red, with dark circles and slight stubble.

Your eyes lock and you feel a weird feeling in your stomach.

The knocks on the door intensifies while your mom came into the kitchen to take a bottle of water. Your dad and mom are supposed to visit your family doctor for your dad's regular checkup. He has been having fluctuating blood pressure and you feel like its because of you.

Jungkook opens the door and a grumbling Jimin walks in along with a sheepishly smiling Namjoon holding some paper bags. "Get your door bell checked, I rang it four fucking times- oh shit, g-good morning everyone." Both men stop in their tracks and bow awkwardly greeting you and your mother as she giggles greeting them backward.

"It's 10 am, Hyung. Why are you guys banging at the door so early?" Jungkook asks rubbing his left eye and you smile looking at their banter.

You missed this.

Namjoon comes around the kitchen island and gives you a side hug while Jimin and Jungkook just argue about how 10 a.m. is not very early for some people.

"I'll go get ready for your dad's appointment and then come make breakfast until then you kids have juice, I'll be out in 10 mins-" Your mom says while she pats your head but Namjoon interrupts her by telling her they brought some sandwiches you would love according to his wife.

You wanted to accompany your mother to the doctor's appointment but she insisted you focus on the day that awaits you, Her being the most honest person, she told you that today wouldn't be easy, it would be heart-wrenching. You would feel uneasy and maybe you might feel relief unexpectedly. Don't fight it. If the decision you both have made is something you both want to work on, don't fight your feelings.

"Oh! you brought the tomato and cheese sandwiches, yay!" You say a little too loud the whole room goes silent and you feel too aware of your voice, you gulp, chest deflating and the room getting bigger around you. Your eyes glisten slightly, which namjoon and jungkook notice immediately. Jungkook, notice the way you shrink physically, if that's even possible, after showing a little light on your face.

It's something inside you, that makes you want to withdraw from anything slightly happy. Guilt? Of smiling? You dont want to think about it.

"Yes!" Jimin says cheerfully and Namjoon joins him yelling for him to bring the sandwiches to the table. Your mom smiles at the yelling grown men while Jungkook just watches his hyungs trying to cheer you up. You walk up to the table and join them, lifting your head to look at Jungkook. You wanna tell him to join, but suddenly your face heats up and you can't talk.

He must feel your eyes on him coz he looks at you and your eyes widen when you make eye contact. You can hear the bickering of the two men in the background, You try to speak, and he looks at you with hopeful eyes. hopes that you talk, to make a conversation, anything.

"Jun-" you start

"Dude, the sandwiches are getting soggy, I already put the mustard, come and eat them," Jimin says and you sigh feeling weird again and you notice how Jungkook's eyes shut for a second before he looks away.

"I dont like mustard in sandwiches, hyung. Thanks." He starts to walk away towards the guest bathroom with a sigh and you panic. You dont know what happened but you suddenly blurt out, "My sandwich does not have any sauce."

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you with wide eyes. Seeing him turn you look down immediately. "You can t-take this, I'll eat the one with mustard."

The room falls silent again and you feel like you could cry, you wanna run away. Thats what your brain tells you to do, you almost get up already thinking of an excuse to run away but then you see your plates being exchanged. "Thankyou." He mutters looking at you, more like, looking at your head facing the table.

You chose this, you need to be strong and have to at least start making full sentenced conversations. You need to make this work, for your baby. It's just not very easy to look at your husband and not think about it- you just don't want to think about it.

The breakfast ended with slight conversations between the guys. At least someone felt comfortable around each other, you, on the other hand? You felt like you made everyone around you awkward and the fact that you could've sensed their pity everytime they made eye contact with you made you want to bury your head in the ground.

You could hear the small talks and the hums they let out, it all settled in your brain, it even made sense but you couldn't move your mouth any more than chewing the sandwich on which you almost choked on due to trying to eat fast and get away.

The breakfast ended with the guys leaving after you excused yourself for the shower you planned 30 minutes later in your head, but still escaped the situation to breathe. Now that you see yourself in the bathroom mirror you watch how your chest rises and the tears burning the rims of your eyes. You didnt want to cry but you also know that crying helps you breathe these days.

You can clearly see how your decision is affecting you, you're miserable. Which is definitely not good for the baby's health.

Would you really be a good example of parents to your baby?

You can't decipher if it's because of the betrayal you feel, the guilt of missing him even though he cheated, the regret of regretting giving him another chance or just the fact that you feel guilty by feeling better around him?

You don't know how to give another chance, your past has been full of abandonment and ignorance towards you making heartbreak a bitter and sour feeling. Immediately forcing your heart to want to hate him.

The guy you loved, still love, are you in love? Of course you are, that's such a stupid question to ask, you love that guy to death. The main question that lingers in your head is, should you be in love with him? Is that correct?

Your doctor adviced you to keep your anxiousness at bay for the sake of the two lives you are now held responsible for. Your therapist advised you to respect the decision you have made but also respect your personal boundaries. Both of the professionals telling you to prioritize both of your mental peace, only then things would work.

The concept of mental health confuses you at this point. Is putting your mental peace as your priority staying away from him and feeling the panic take over you? Or sit around him feeling better for some time but worsen later since you owe this to your past self.

You feel yourself zoning in onto the flowing water from your tap in front of you. Your thoughts are disrupted as you hear your mom knocking on the bathroom door, quickly wipe your tears and taking deep breaths, a sad try to stabilize your voice.

"Y/N baby, I am heading out for the clinic okay?"

"Y-yea mom." You cringe as your voice breaks, silence filling the spaces on both side of the door.

"You know I'm here for you, right?" She says and you want to sob hugging her but you don't want to stress her more. You feel the pain in your throat, the knot making your vision blurry with every second passing by.

"Yea." You reply with a shaky voice expecting her to leave but then you hear her sniff. Your stomach clenches and you feel that you might vomit out the sandwiches from the morning.

"Love you, baby, take care." She says and you murmur the affectionate phrase back. Turning off the tap you hear her retreat to the door and the door closes with a thud. Your mind reels over so many thoughts and you just need some silence from all the noisy voices in your head telling you shit about yourself and your choices, him included. Your mind wants you to answer questions, about feelings and your family's future, the questions only you and your husband sitting and waiting for you in the lobby could solve.

Maybe you can get some help from the therapist you so dread to meet.

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The ticking of the clock, the beating of your heart, every passing second is making your eyes blind towards the white wallpaper of the waiting room. You wait for your husband sitting on the couch, fiddling with the rings on your ring finger.

The room is decorated with plants and a lot of flower vases on every side table, and the reception desk is unattended since the lady who sweetly smiled at you went inside with a cup of something, you couldn't see clearly though, you guess it's for Dr. Shin.

Out of anxiety, you start fiddling with your rings. You still remember the day he proposed to you, promising you to never leave you alone and always be by your side, no matter what ups and downs.

You never knew the ups and downs would someday lead you to the thought of divorcing him. The ring he wed you with on your wedding day shines along with the promise ring making you force your eyes away.

The session hasn't even begun and you already are on the verge of crying.

The glass door slides open and you watch a middle-aged lady approach the L-shaped couch you were sitting on. She smiles and calls out your name along with his making your heart drop.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jeon?"

This stings but also gives you comfort. It's so fucked up.

You're scared. You don't know what's gonna happen after this session, are you afraid of being alone? You have this war going on inside you between morals and what your heart wants. You feel nauseous, however, you take a deep breath and get up.

When you enter the counsellor's office, it seems way more comfortable than you thought, it gives you more of an art studio vibe, with plants and canvases lying around, paints on a desk along with an almirah full of books and files.

You smile as your eyes meet Dr. Shin, and she smiles back. Her face radiates a professional persona but it is not the kind of personality that could make someone uneasy, it makes you feel safe somehow.

She sips on her coffee and keeps the mug on a coaster, clearing her throat. She was really pretty, sophisticated and she looked really smart. Her husband wouldn't cheat on her, would he? She seems perfect, unlike you with your baggy and red eyes.

Were you ever attractive?

"Would you like some water or tea?" She offers with a smile.

"Some water would be good, thank you." You say and she nods, calling her someone, probably the receptionist for the glass of water.

"Are you here just by yourself today?"

"No-no he should be here any minute, he must be in the traffic, I am so sorry." You frantically start searching your bag for your cellphone to call Jungkook.

"It's okay, we can start the session when he arrives."

"No, please, you don't have to do that, you must be really busy." You say looking at her with an apology on your face. Finally finding your phone, you check your messages and yes, he has texted you about being stuck in traffic.

"He is on his way, in traffic." You say to which she nods and mutters a 'It's okay'. She resumes sipping her coffee while noting down your details in her notes. While she scribbles your head can't help but think about certain scenarios as to why Jungkook is late.

You feel anxiety fill your nerves, you clench your fists tightly at the thought and shake your head slightly. You don't notice but Dr. Shin notices how you start to shake your leg, so she starts a conversation putting her notepad down.

"Do you paint, Mrs. Jeon?"

"Please, it's just Y/N and yes, sometimes." You say straightening your back, your baby belly very visible.

She opens her mouth to say something but gets interrupted by the receptionist knocking on the door. Dr. Shin lets her in and she informs her that Jungkook arrived, asking if she should send him in.

She nods and the receptionist leaves.

"You know the best thing about art is that when you understand it, you can fix a mistake in a painting as many times as you want. Being able to do good art doesn't mean you wouldn't make mistakes, but you could fix them at any time you want. The only thing that matters is do you still want the results you wanted before you started to paint or will the excess anxiety to finish the art piece make it worse?" She says and you feel confused, before you could ask if she meant what you think she meant, Jungkook enters.

He is wearing a black button-up tucked in his pants along with checkered trousers, a black blazer in his hand and his black hair slicked back. He had an important meeting today and you think he came directly from work. He looks good too and you hate that you feel that way.

"Good afternoon doctor, I am sorry I got late, I got stuck with a client and then the traffic, I am really sorry." He bows apologetically and quickly takes a seat beside you. You look at him and he mouths an 'I am sorry' with beads of sweat on his temples. You smile slightly and nod to tell him it's okay.

"It's okay Mr. Jeon, you're just 4 mins late." She chuckles and picks up her notepad and pen.

"Shall we start?" You both nod in unision.

"So, I wanna assure you that this is a safe space and the information told or discussed here would not be disclosed unless there are any legal or medical emergencies which we hope wouldn't happen. Okay?" You squeeze your fists shut, you don't even want to think of all that. You notice how his Adam's apple bobs as he gulps in nervousness.

"Shall we start?" She asks and you both nod in unison.

"Mr and Mrs Jeon, how long have you known each other?"

"6 years"

"6 years." Dr. shin nods at your answers.

"..and how did you two meet?"

"We met through mutual friends, Taehyung, his best friend, he was her roommate's boyfriend at that time." You explain.

"I wouldn't call that boyfriend." He whispers and you smile huffing a breath.

"Yeah, they were in a 'situationship'." You air-quote the word with one hand and smile, the other hand tracing the water ring, your glass is forming around it.

"They used to wanna hang out with someone because she had a strict aunt as a guardian. So we spent time at Taehyung's place, Y/N used to live with her too, at her aunt's place, for the last year of her graduation." He says, smiling slightly at the memories of you creating excuses for your friend.

"We could simply say, they ended their relationship soon after graduating, she started her Ph.D., moved out and we still remained friends." You point your thumb towards him and then you.

"After some months we started dating when he asked me out.." your eyes are still zoned in on the glass while Jungkook stares at your face.

Clearing your throat you give a small smile to the therapist and through a sniffle you speak again, "After 3 years of dating we finally decided to get married. We got married in his home town, Busan..."

You pause, your heart aching at the irony of you taking the vows in Busan, the same place where your husband spit on your 5 year-long relationship. You feel tears rising in your eyes but you blink them away, ears getting hotter by the second.

"..And then I broke my promises." He nods slowly, as if owning up to his acts, eyes glossy and his Adams apple bobbing trying not to cry.

You hear him say it and you feel nauseous. Yes, he did, and now you're sitting here in front of a therapist. Back to square one.

"Yes." you whisper without raising your head, nodding. A lone tear slipping through your eyes.

The only thing you could hear after you said this was Dr. Shin's pen scribbling something in her pad, the clock ticking and the aquarium motor producing bubbles.

There was an aquarium in the room?

You feel Jungkook's gaze on you, but you don't dare lift your head.

"Mr. And Mrs Jeon.." Your therapist keeps her pad down and looks at you, making you both lift your heads and pay attention to her. "..this is your first session, so I would only talk about things you are comfortable with, we'll take things according to the pace you both want, but if you want to make things work I would suggest you be honest and open with me, it might make you feel vulnerable and 'too exposed'." she emphasizes on her last words and continues, "It would be hard considering you both have a lot going on but trust me it would definitely be better than how it is now."

You both listen to her carefully, slightly nodding your head whenever she adds a question mark in her statements.

"Before I address the situation I would like to ask you if you are comfortable in continuing this relationship?" she asks and he nods but you feel hesitant. There it was, the question that you know the answer to but still feel weird to say out loud. Your husband cheated on you, you can't change that. You have a life growing inside you, yours and Jungkook's flesh and blood, you can't change that. You decided on never giving cheaters a chance but why do you want to now?

Do you think it would be good for the baby? Would it be good for him? For you? You love him, but what about the morals you promised you would never give up on? Would love be worthy enough to let go of the beliefs you have?

"Mrs. Jeon? It's okay if you're still a little skeptical, you can take your time-"

"No ma'am, I am sure. I wanna try again." You say it out loud, for your baby's sake, at least that's what you want to believe. Jungkook breathes a relieved sigh and you look at him at the same time he does. He raises his eyebrows hesitantly trying to ask if you are sure, you nod softly making him give you a grateful smile.

"Its good to know that both of you are on the same page. Now, I would like to hear what caused this distance.."

As you let it out of you, how the last 5 months changed the trajectory of your life, the 5 years of your relationship, the trust, the bond, love, your self-esteem, your and his moral values, both of your belief systems, the trust on each other, the trust on yourselves, the honesty, the loyalty all bruised up and on the ground. What were you fighting? Each other? Society?

Maybe it's you who you're fighting.

You told Dr. Shin how you have faced this many times in your life, She nodded and explained to you how certain incidents affect our brains and the way we think, changing the way we live, think and even breathe.

She explained how going through this would be tough for both of you, considering the pregnancy and the emotions you and your husband are feeling. She explained how your mind should be made up before going through with this because sometimes withdrawing from therapy or quitting in the middle of the process or sometimes going with it without a made-up mind might cause mental problems and since you were with a baby, you should be extra careful. You both try to assure her that you will make sure this goes well.

You cried looking away from him while you told the events that happened, he sobbed agreeing to them. He cried covering his face while cursing himself for what he did to your relationship and the happy family you both deserved. You both cried as she wrote and noted in her notepad. In the end, you reached out to hold his hand with tears running down your faces, admitting how you want to give your family a chance.

With red eyes and shaky footsteps, you both leave the office. You get in the car since you've been taking cabs ever since you started showing. The car feels oddly comforting, the same fragrance mixed with the leather seat cover smell, the car having water bottles on each side, just like a few months ago. He used to keep them in the car just in case you felt car sick like that road trip in the hills where you were nauseous the whole time.

The bottle beside you looked new since it was sealed so you couldn't help but think that he bought them today, maybe for you. You wanted to ask him but before you could say you felt the soup and the tofu stew you had in lunch come up your throat.

"Stop the car, Jungkoo- f-fuck stop the car. Pull over!"

Jungkook pulls over to the side and opens his side of the door to runs over to your side, he holds your hair up as you vomit your food and feelings out. You have been feeling uneasy ever since you left your apartment for the clinic.

'You might feel physical changes as well, Mrs Jeon. You may feel everything at extremes, mood swings, food cravings, agitation, maybe sexual desire, frustration, or morning sickness might hit you at any time, Basically the anxiety is not gonna help you with the hormones and staying away from your husband might also not do any good. So I would suggest you be strong and try to get through this.'

You remember Dr. Shin's words coughing as your throat feels sore, your stomach aching from the pressure you put in puking. When you're done, Jungkook opens up a bottle of water for you as you tilt your head towards the seat resting it there. He helps you drink and wash your face. Feeling better you look up at Jungkook who makes sure your breathing is better and even now.

"Jungkook..?"

"Hm?"

"Are those new bottles?"

"Huh? Ye-yeah. I bought them on the way to work this morning knowing you get car sick often and n-now...because of your nausea, I just wanted to be sure. There's more in the back, do you want? Wait-"

He takes a step back to walk to the back seat or the trunk you don't get to know where because you hold his wrist freezeing him in his steps. You notice how he tenses so you hesitantly let go of it.

"I-I'm sorry, I just, I don't need it right now I feel better." He nods when you look down retracting your hand, you smile slightly at him and turn back in your seat. He comes up and closes your door helping you pull your seatbelt so that you can plug it in yourself, not wanting to make you feel weird by getting close.

Sitting back in the car, you expect him to drive but he doesn't. Instead, he takes your hand slightly turning in his seat. He looks at you with glossy eyes making yours widen.

"Y/n, If I need to apologize my whole life and still you dont feel comfortable with me?.." he breathes shakily holding your hand tighter, its killing him to say this but he needs you to know this.

"You can still leave me, I don't deserve to be forgiven, I know. I betrayed you, I don't deserve you and her.." he almost sobs and you feel tears rise in your eyes as he mentions your daughter as well. Sometimes seeing how sure he is about a daughter makes you forget how you still don't know the gender and it's just both of your assumptions.

One hand in his and the other one on your tummy you listen to him, "You are giving me another chance to live Y/N, this means so much to me, by trying again and giving us a chance, you are giving me another life. You don't know how much it means to me, I-I am so grateful for having you in my life but.." he breathes sharply and his hands start to shake.

"You can still leave if you wish, I love you. I want you to be happy. He sniffs and you notice his nose getting red. "Being a normal human I would prefer it would be with me but.." he chuckles sadly tears falling down his cheeks, "I would let you go if you ever feel like you don't want this."

He knows that statement is risky, he might make you think that he is having second thoughts but when he sees your lips in a small ssmile he feel like you got the message.

You squeeze his hand and mutter, "I know kook, but we're gonna make it, for everybody in this car, you her and me." You chuckle as your tears fall as well.

Jungkook holds in a whimper sniffling and then he nods. You feel slightly lighter after today. Not completely okay but still a little better and hopeful. You are gonna get through this, you both are gonna be strong. Your child will be okay, he will be okay, your relationship and family will be okay.

Everything would be okay.

Reaching home, You take a shower wanting to clean the sweat and the slight vomit smell you have on you. You brush your teeth and head out to have dinner that your mom cooked. You told her that you would talk to her after your shower about the day you had.

You sit at the table and ask your parents how their appointment went, She tells you how your dad needs his medicines changed, of slightly lesser power and doze. You tell your dad to take care while he drinks his soup for better blood pressure. You all wait for Jungkook to join while having light conversations while you tell your dad a slightly less stressful version of the session.

Jungkook joins you on the table with wet hair, a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His body wash smell hits your nose comforting you just like you remember. You don't question your feelings, something was pulling you back but you still decide to find comfort in your husband's presence.

After Dinner, Jungkook decides that he will do the dishes and clean up, your dad goes to sleep after wishing you and your baby good night. Your mom discussed the session with you encouraging you to stay strong, making sure that you wanna go through this. You smile and assure her that this is your and his choice. You hug her goodnight when she finally decides to sleep after Jungkook refuses her help with the cleanup for the second time.

Sitting in the lobby as you watch him clean up the kitchen, like old times. Date nights with him were generally filled with laughter and kisses, cleaning and cooking, bickering over recipe ingredients and sometimes giving up and ordering takeouts. You smile at the memoriesthinking, would things ever be like they were? Would they be better or would they worsen?

Helping you get into your bed, Jungkook places two bottles of water, a coaster and a glass which was filled with water and covered with a lid. He plugs your phone into your charger, your AirPods next to it. He tells you to call him if you feel any type of uneasiness but still places a small bin if it gets too late to run to the washroom or call for him. You smile at his efforts, never wanting this feeling to end, the way you feel.

Comfort.

"Good night Y/N.", he says looking into your eyes, you can smell his body wash as he kneels in front of you, holding your hands gently. He tells you things like call me if you need something, again. But..

It's weird, you can't focus. Somehow the little circles his thumb creates on your palm are distracting you. Looking up at you he notices how you zoned out so he calls your name softly, flicking his wet hair.

Fuck, why are you feeling like this? You've seen him with wet hair so many times and why is hair still damp?!

Since you were first bullied in high school, you generally question your instincts and always do things rationally. But this time, you don't know why your hand unconsciously reaches his hair and cards through it. Call it muscle memory? but you both freeze when your hand rests on the back of his head, his wet locks in between your fingers.

Never breaking eye contact you do what you never thought you would in the past 4 months. Jungkook gasps with eyes wide as you just look at him like it's something you commonly do.

Did you just pull his hair?

He still looks at you confused and when you do it again with a tighter grip this time, he groans with his eyes shut. The sound he makes helps you realize what you just did and immediately withdraw your hand.

"Um..are you okay?" He asks, voice low and soft but with wide eyes.

"Yeah, just sleepy." You quickly say cover yourself with your duvet, lying down immediately, not too fast because it is physically not possible for you, but you still try hiding.

"O-okay. Good night." He awkwardly gets up and leaves the room switching off the lights. Closing the door just enough to let you have privacy, not locking it for emergency purposes. As soon as he leaves, you search for the reasons of why you might be feeling this way.

You type in the search bar, your friends who have had their babies sometimes mentioned about this but..

Search: Can you feel aroused during pregnancy?

Eyes wide you scoff at the results, gritting your teeth you feel frustrated. This is not how you should feel about him, you decided to try again but this is not right. Right?

Top result: It is a common symptom to feel sexually aroused in the late first trimester and the second trimester.

Another result: You might feel a little sexually heightened during your pregnancy.

Another click: You might feel your clitoris and labia are sensitive making you feel aroused which might be healthy too, so we would suggest you not miss this opportunity to have good orgasms-

You read on your phone with wide eyes and grit your teeth. Switching your phone off and throwing it to your bedside, you snuggle in under the covers, fists clenched. The touch of his damp hair still lingering on your hand and you stomp your feet under the duvet, irritated. Dr Shin was right. If you wanted to get through this, you need to be strong.

Very strong.

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oliversrarebooks · 5 months

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can we see fitz's far less patient approach to taking a thrall?👉👈

I'm working on a much longer piece about Fitz's magic show, but I wanted to write a short holiday piece to cheer up anyone who might be cheered up by a vampire kidnapping them off the street.

Couldn't be me.

TW: hypnosis, kidnapping

It's a cold day, much colder than you expected it to be when you went out Christmas shopping. The sun's already long since down, the street lamps are flickering to life, and snow is falling gently from the sky, sticking in your hat and scarf. If you don't make it out of the cold soon, you feel like you might freeze to the sidewalk. But all the streets look alike, and none of them look familiar.

As you're trying to get your bearings, you run straight into a young man in a dark green peacoat, almost spilling all of your shopping. "Sorry, sir! I didn't see you there."

"Oh, no need to apologize," he says with a quick flash of a smile. He kneels down to pick up a bag you dropped. "Are you lost?"

You're not keen on admitting that to a total stranger, but something about him puts you at ease. "Not seriously... I only just came from Clarkson's Five and Dime, and I'm trying to find my way back to Grove Street."

"I see. I think I can help," he says. But instead of pointing you in the right direction or handing you back your bag, he reaches out with his hand -- ungloved, on a chill winter night -- and brushes a snowflake from your cheek.

His hand is cold, so freezing cold, but you feel flooded with delightful warmth, as if you're sitting by a roaring fire. It's so comforting that you ignore the alarm bells in your mind trying to warm you, and instead stay stock still as he steps closer and caresses your cheek.

"There you are," he says. "Feeling better?"

"Yes... sir..." you say. The world around you is starting to blur, a featureless haze of gas lamps and shop windows. All you can focus on is eyes the color of rainclouds.

He smiles, and you might be able to recognize something wrong with his grin, if only you weren't feeling so utterly relaxed and calm and helpless.

"Let me take your bags." He pulls them from your arms, never breaking eye contact, before replacing his hand on your cheek. He plucks your hat from your head and pets your hair, and you don't mind a bit, because you're so warm that you don't need it. "I'll help put you to sleep."

Sleep? That doesn't seem right. "I was... I was trying to get to Grove Street..." you explain again, your words sounding weak and shaky.

"No." His finger brushes your cheek. "You were trying to get to sleep. You're so tired, and that's dangerous out in this snow. You need to find some place to sleep."

A yawn escapes you. It's true. You've been shopping all day, and now that you're warm, you're so very, very drowsy. "I need to sleep..." you agree.

"Yes, you need to sleep. You're so sleepy, and you're sleepier every minute you're out in the snow. Your eyes are so droopy it looks like you can barely keep them open." He smiles again. "It's an awfully good thing I've found you."

"Mmmm... mmm hmmm..." You feel like you could agree with anything he has to say. You're practically asleep on your feet, and it's only his arm around your waist that's holding you up now. You let your head come to rest on his shoulder, letting your eyes rest.

The next thing you know, strong arms are scooping you up off the sidewalk. You're in the strange man's arms, and it feels so normal and natural. "I need to take you someplace a little more private so I can take my meal and so that you can rest," he says into your ear. "How does that sound?"

You snuggle in close to the wool coat. It smells of flowers, expensive soaps. You find it hard to be bothered that the man is taking you anywhere. You're so warm and you just want to curl up and go to sleep.

He chuckles. "Sometimes I really can't believe what easy marks humans are. I suppose I was too, once."

You stir, your sleeping mind trying to understand what he means.

"Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep."

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#ask #fitz #hypnosis #mind control #vampire #whump #vampire whumper

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codemiracle · 6 months

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brain too small to figure out how Seth’s coat works :(

Hear me out... it doesn't have to make sense. Especially that red scarf he wears on his arms, that thing is being held by what I can only consider as something invisible because it's impossible that thing can stay on just like that without falling onto the floor. No, for real, his coat defies all logic. It's big, it doesn't fit properly, it's always hanging off his shoulders- that coat defies all human logic, maybe it's part of being god I guess?? Just kidding I just think it looks cool like that, maybe I should do a ref sheet for him so your brain (and mine) doesn't start a fire every time we look at his coat lol.

here's my best attempt at explaining it... kind of. It actually looks like I'm trying to dissect him like a frog.

#ask

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wisteria-cherry · 10 months

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forty days and forty nights

(hey guys! this is a series, so go check out the rest of them on my masterlist :)

sometimes, you really wondered why people wanted to be heroes.

sure, there was the moral aspect of it. wanting to protect your loved ones, wanting to make the world a better place, wanting to stand up for what’s right. but there was so much more that came with being a hero in modern society. heroes had little to no privacy, they were constantly involved in violent fights, justified or otherwise, people constantly gave them their opinions, whether they were encouraging words of “thank you for protecting us, you can do it!” or venomous declarations of how they hate what that particular hero did in that one particular instance. there was just so much attention on them, so much pressure. regardless, you were happy that those people chose to step up so they you could live the life you wanted— peaceful, steady, and safe. suffice to say, you never watched the news.

you worked in a cute coffee shop that you hoped to make your career one day (although not anytime soon; the pay wasn’t enough to cover living costs by itself so you worked another job). your boss had taken a liking to you and often talked about how she hoped you’d stay for the long run. you’d been working there for years. your coworkers looked up to you and all the regular customers adored you.

it was one of those days where you really loved your job. you had started brewing a fresh batch of coffee, and a coworker was making a few more pastries, so the air smelled heavenly. all the customers had been served, and they were all chatting pleasantly amongst themselves at the table.

you look up as the bell on the door jingled merrily, signaling another customer’s entrance. he was tall, and well built, with wild blond hair and red eyes you thought were beautiful. he was dressed slightly warm for the autumn day, with a long heavy-looking coat, gloves, and a scarf covering the lower half of his face, but you paid no mind to it; people had preferences, after all.

“welcome,” you chirp as he approaches the counter, studying the menu briefly. “what can i get you?” he finally pulls the scarf down from his face with one finger, and you note a sharp jawline and a scowl.

“just a medium black coffee.” came the gruff response. you nod, ringing him up as as he pulls a few bills out of his black leather wallet, waiting for you to tell him his total. you do, and he gives you the money, etcetera. the usual routine.

“for here or to go?” you prompt.

“here.” he responds.

“name for the order?”

“dynamight.” what an odd name.

as you go to get his coffee, you glance back, taking in his appearance. he looks vaguely familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it. however, you do notice one thing— dynamight seems to be having a bad day, given his tense demeanor and scowl. so, you resolve to make the best black coffee you can (or at least, the best you can make it when there’s only one step: pouring the coffee.) regardless, you’re glad the brew is fresh for him, at least.

as you slide the mug across the countertop to dynamight’s barstool, you opt to make conversation, hoping that maybe you could make a positive in his seemingly bad day.

“so, i haven’t seen you around here before. is this your first time here?” you ask cheerfully, polishing cups as you talk so you’re at least doing something.

“yeah.” dynamight sipped the coffee. he glanced down at it once before taking another sip.

score.

“can i ask what brings you here?”

“i’m tired as fuck.”

“that does explain the coffee.” you laugh lightly, despite his tone being dead serious. dynamight looked up at you from his coffee, brow furrowed slightly as though he were trying to decipher why you were laughing.

“long day, huh?” you ask sympathetically, leaning on the counter.

“you have no idea.” dynamight rolled his eyes.

“you’re right, i don’t. so, what do you do that tires you out like this?” you ask. did you ask because you hoped talking about it would help him feel better? of course. did you also ask because you really wanted to know what he did in hopes of figuring out why he felt so familiar? maybe.

dynamight looked surprised at your question, so much so that he looked up fully from his coffee.

“… i’m dynamight.” he stated as though it were obvious. you blink.

“…yes…?”

“i’m the number one hero.” dynamight stated this as though it were common knowledge. in his defense, it was common knowledge, you just didn’t follow heroes.

“oh, sorry,” you say apologetically, “i don’t really follow heroes. that’s why i didn’t recognize you or your name.” dynamight really did seem startled that you didn’t know him at all, but clearly tried to blow it off.

“tch, do you live under a rock or something?” he scoffed. “everyone knows who i am.” you simply shrug.

“i live in an apartment.” you reply. “and now i know, too.”

you liked this dynamight fellow. sure, he was rough around the edges (and egotistical), but he seemed to have a good heart. you talked with him for two and a half hours before you said your goodbyes (his was a grumbly “see ya”) and he left. you figured you’d probably never see him again— after all, from what you heard, heroes often go to bigger coffee shop chains. you had no proof of them doing otherwise. you supposed they just went to the bigger, more expensive coffee shops just because they can afford it.

still, when you went home after your shift, you found yourself settling down on the couch, a movie playing in the background as you open your laptop and then Google.

dynamight pro hero

billions of results in less than a second. his name was katsuki bakugo, and he was famous, to say the least. he was the youngest number one hero japan had seen, working his way up through intense fights against the strongest villains. instead of watching his fights, though (you didn’t like the violence), you watched some of his interviews. before even pressing play, you could see that he hated being at every interview, every public event you watched. he answered questions with blunt and sharp language. some hosts were shocked, others found it funny. you found yourself smiling, sharing the sentiments of the latter category of talk show hosts. part of you hoped he’d come back to the shop again.

and he did.

“i’m tired as fuck.”

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junkissed · 1 year

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finals season

day one of junkissed's svt seasons greetings event

member — tutor!seungcheol x student!reader genre — fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort ?, college au word count — 2k synopsis — getting a degree isn't easy. fortunately, your tutor that you maybe have a crush on is here to help. warnings — frat president!cheol, mentions of math (yes this is a warning), mutual crushes but they’re both kinda idiots, friends (?) to lovers, really awkward confession scene oops, there's 2 screenshots at the beginning bc i wanted to! notes — lowercase intended; honestly idk how this happened i promise the rest won’t be angsty like this sjdgkfs it was supposed to be cute but then my brain just kept chugging so. um enjoy !

one reblog = one snowy frat party

you sigh and stand up off the couch, wrapping your scarf around your neck. as much as you hated doing math, you always seemed to jump at the chance to study with seungcheol. the weather had made you reluctant to leave the comfort of your home, but the promise of coffee (and your unfairly attractive tutor) was more than enough to lure you out of the house for a couple hours.

even though your major had almost nothing to do with math, you’re still required to take so many credits of the subject to meet your requirements.

you shrug on your coat and grab your backpack in the dark, shoving your laptop and charger in with notebooks and folders. turning to take one last look around to make sure you aren’t forgetting anything, you shut the door quietly and lock it.

the lady working the shift at the front desk smiles and waves as you walk through the lobby of your apartment complex. “where are you headed?” she asks, setting down her nail file.

“tutoring,” you say, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder.

“ooh, that hot guy that comes through here every thursday?”

you giggle. “yeah.”

“well, good luck, baby,” she grins, giving you a very indiscreet wink. “have fun with you man!”

“no– we’re not together,” you explain, feeling your cheeks start to heat in embarrassment. not that you don’t want to be together. you don’t even know if he’s single or not.

“not yet! you never know!”

“i’ll see you later,” you laugh, walking out the front door with a wave behind you.

seungcheol’s house is on the other end of campus where the fraternity houses are. it’s not a far walk, but with the snow still coming down heavily you decide not to risk showing up at his door looking like a total mess. so instead of walking like you usually do, you wait at the bus stop outside your apartment, rushing to find a place under the overhang with a crowd of other students waiting to get to class.

fifteen minutes later, you step off the bus, trudging through the quickly growing piles of snow on the ground up to the door of cheol’s apartment.

it’s only friday afternoon, but lambda phi epsilon is already gearing up for whatever party they’re hosting this weekend. you can hear faint music playing from one of the houses across the street. you wonder why cheol, the current president of the frat, isn’t over there with them, but you don’t dwell on the thought.

you smooth down your jacket and check your hair in the reflection of your phone screen, then take a deep breath and knock twice.

the door swings open immediately, revealing your tutor dressed in his… pajamas. you almost choke, your eyes falling to his flannel pants and collared pajama shirt, the top buttons undone revealing an expanse of smooth skin. the material looks soft, so soft, and you have to physically restrain yourself from reaching out to touch him.

“hey! come on in, it’s cold out there,” he smiles warmly. you snap back to attention, drawing your gaze back up to his face.

“thanks,” you manage, stepping inside. “you look, um. comfortable.”

“i love the snow,” he explains. “perfect weather to stay inside and get cozy for the weekend.”

you raise your eyebrows. “you’re not going to the party later?”

“no?” he questions. “why, are you going?”

your cheeks flare. “no, i’m– work,” you laugh awkwardly as the entirety of the english language disappears from your brain.

he smiles. “cool. you can stay as long as you want, then, i don’t have plans. we can work until you have to leave.”

“sounds great,” you squeak out.

oh, it’s gonna be a long night.

but the night isn’t as long as you thought it would be. it actually goes by pretty quickly, once you sit down and start working. as distracting as seungcheol is, you’ve really gotta learn these concepts before your final.

after many tutoring sessions you’d already figured out that cheol is insanely smart, but it never occurred to you before just how smart he is. not only does he understand the material, he understands it enough to explain everything in a way that makes sense to you— something your teachers could never do. everything just seems to click in your brain when he tells you things like why the angle of elevation is below the shape and not above it. hell, he’s even made his own practice problems for you that aren’t in your book, and after hours of teaching you get them all right, all on your own.

“try using this equation,” he says, gently nudging your elbow.

“huh?” you realize you’ve been staring at him and you whip your eyes back down to the workbook in front of you, embarrassed to be focusing on him and not the actual reason you’re here.

what is the reason you’re here? you wonder, your mind wandering. you went to the math department and signed up for a tutor, and a week later you met him in a private corner of the library to get help before your exam. and after a while, you started meeting him at your apartment, because your sessions ran long after the library had closed for the night. and now you’re sitting in his living room, contemplating every life decision you’ve made up until this point and wondering how the hell you ended up studying triangles with him in his pajamas.

he calls your name again, and you turn your head to look at him. but when you make eye contact, you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to cry.

“do you wanna stop for now? we’ve been on this for a while, we can switch to something else if you want,” he asks. his eyes are full of concern at the sudden way you’ve stopped responding.

how did you end up falling in love with him?

“i… i think i should go home now,” you choke out. your throat feels like it’s closing up from the effort it takes not to burst into tears in the middle of his house.

“oh,” he says quietly. “are you sure? i have more practice problems for you, here, you can take–”

“why are you so nice to me?” you say abruptly.

he pauses. “i– what?”

“our study sessions go way past the hour set by the university, you make practice problems for me, you invite me to your house in your pajamas. you don’t have to do any of that. you get paid no matter what. why?”

his gaze shifts around the room, from the workbook still lying open on the table to the posters on his wall behind you. “i’m sorry about… this,” he says finally. “we can meet in the library again if you don’t like meeting here. and i would’ve changed, if i knew the pajamas made you uncomfortable.”

“it’s not the pajamas,” you whisper.

“sorry?” he says, not hearing you.

“it’s not the pajamas,” you repeat, louder this time. “it’s you. i… i don’t think i need a tutor anymore,” you say.

your vision begins to blur with tears when you hear him say softly, “okay.”

you grab your things and pack your backpack in record time. cheol holds the door open for you as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder.

“i’ll, uh, talk to the tutoring advisor and tell her you don’t need help anymore,” he says awkwardly as you rush out the door.

“goodbye, cheol,” you say, and turn down the steps to leave.

the sound of the door closing quietly behind you is what finally breaks you. tears stream down your face, burning your skin in contrast to the freezing air.

the snow had stopped while you’d been in his house, slowly turning into slush. you plop down on the sidewalk, not even caring that you’re sitting in a puddle of dirt and ice. not only had you just lost your free homework help, you’ve lost a friend who might’ve maybe been something more, if you hadn’t panicked and run off at the first thought of him.

your nose starts to run and you cry harder, wiping your nose against your sleeve, but it does nothing. you sit on the curb outside in the cold for so long you start shivering, but you don’t have the motivation to get up. a part of you doesn’t want to leave, and you don’t know why.

without the extra practice from cheol, you’ll probably bomb your final, which means having to take even more classes for even more credits next semester.

you hear a squeak behind you, but you don’t look back. whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.

“are you okay?”

a familiar voice calls out, and you force yourself to turn around.

“i mean, you don’t look okay,” he adds. “you’re sitting in front of my house, in the snow.”

you hadn’t even noticed it had started to snow again. “oh.”

“do you want to come inside?” he asks gently.

“no,” you answer immediately, but the cold is starting to get to you. “yes.”

he smiles, and just that makes you feel better. he moves out of the middle of the doorway, leaving room for you to come inside.

you stand up, trying to wipe the snow from your backside, and walk back into his house.

a pot of coffee is already steaming on the countertop, and he pours a mug and hands it to you. “why were you sitting in front of my house, in the snow?” he asks after a moment, giving you a minute to warm up.

“i don’t know,” you admit, sniffling. he hands you a tissue. where did he get that?

as you start to calm down and take in your surroundings, you notice he’s changed into jeans and a sweater.

“you didn’t have to change,” you say quietly.

“i know,” he says. “i, uh… i decided i’m going to the party later.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

the tension in the room is almost unbearable, but you purposely ignore it, bringing his mug to your lips to drink with shaky hands.

“what did you mean, ‘it’s me’?” he says finally. “what you said earlier.”

you swallow. no running away this time.

“well. um. because you’re too good. at everything.” you close your eyes and sigh. “you’re good at math and you’re good at tutoring and you’re a good person.”

“oh?” he asks cautiously. “is that… a bad thing?”

“i don’t know,” you say,. “i don’t know. you’re too nice to me. i can’t figure it out.”

he smiles, and his hand moves at his side, as if he wants to reach out and touch you, but he stays put. “i–” he swallows. “i think you’re really great. and nice. and i wanted to, i guess, get to know you better. that’s why i suggested meeting outside the library. and why i help you so much. because i do want to help you, but, uh…” he trails off, staring at his feet. “i also want more than that.”

“you do?”

he looks up at you nervously, waiting to see if your reaction is good or bad.

“i also want more than that, i think,” you say quietly.

"do– do you wanna stay for a little while?" he asks, glancing out the window. "it's started snowing again."

you smile. "yeah."

his face brightens. "we can order food or watch tv, or– we could keep studying, whatever you want," he says shyly.

"i thought you were going to the party?"

"nah," he grins. "i’d rather stay right here.”

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hoodharlow · 6 months

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solamente tú y yo

AN: 🤪🤭🤪🤭🤪🤭

Requested? No

Warnings: THAT question gets asked in the most inopportune moment, smut, slight angst but not really

Word Count: 3k words

Jack leaned against the doorframe watching Miriam layer on clothes. She wore some sweats and a long coat; under her coat she had a thick cardigan, a crew neck sweater, a long sleeve and a tank top. She completed the outfit with a huge scarf that looked like a shawl from Acne Studios and a beanie. Meanwhile Jack wore his signature cargo pants with a puffer coat and only turtleneck underneath.

They were in London. Miriam was back at work. Jack took a few weeks off from working on his album after his work trip to Bahrain. He went to Louisville for a few days to and to work something out with a jeweler he knew. After that he flew back to London.

"Okay, I'm ready." Miriam said, dabbing some of her signature pomegranate lip balm on her lips.

"About time." Jack mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

She glared at him and slipped her phone in her coat's pocket. She also grabbed her house keys. Sha checked on Daisy one last time then came to the foyer. She walked out with Jack following close behind her and locked the door. They pair made their way to the front gate and she unlocked the door then relocked it.

They were on their way to get some fish and chips. One of Miriam's favorite spots was just a few blocks from where her parents had their house. They were going to walk since the neighbor was pretty chill and not that many people paid attention to others. Though for an extra measure of safety, their security was going to be tailing them in a SUV. As they walked down the street, in a British accent, Miriam gave Jack a quick tour of the neighborhood, pointing out a few of her favorite shops and even where she went for secondary school, middle school. Ten minutes later they finally reached the fish and chips place.

Jack reached forward and opened the door for them. Once inside he took in the place. It felt homey and vintage, like an Italian mom and pop. There were several posters of the family and the generations that contributed to the restaurant's legacy. On a separate wall was all the famous people ate from Harry and Meghan Markle to Mateo Dominguez. There was another picture of Miriam’s dad and she was with him. She had to be about twelve years old. Her curls were all over the place and her bright smile was hidden behind braces.

“Oh god they still have this up.” Miriam groaned seeing the picture Jack was looking at.

“I like it.” he said. “I would have definitely annoyed the shit outta you in class.”

“I would have requested to be removed from the class if you were in my class. I just know you would have messed with my expensive pens.” she bluntly.

“I knew a girl like that in high school. She gave me some of the best head at the time. Then I met you and you changed my life.” he smiled adoringly at her.

“You’re so annoying.” Miriam playfully rolled her eyes.

They took a table in the back. An older woman came by and she exchanged pleasantries with Miriam then she took their order. Miriam then explained that she’s known the older woman since she was a kid. There weren’t many stores that sold quality Mexican ingredients so it was rare for Mateo cooked for them. They mostly ate out and the fish and chips place was their go to 85% of the time.

It really hit Jack how differently they grew up. He’s never lived with one parent at one time; much less lived with them in an entirely different continent as his other parent or sibling. He’s always had his parents together. The love they shared for each other was something he always wanted for himself but he knew with the lifestyle he had now it wasn’t something he could find. What he had with Miriam was completely different from what his parents had, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He really was lucky to have found her. She’s changed how he viewed love and what it was like to be in love. He wanted to grow a life and a family with her.

“If we were to have kids where would–”

“Without a doubt Louisville.” Miriam answered, spreading butter on her bread.

“You’ve thought about it?” Jack smirked, uncapping his sparkling water.

“I mean…” she trailed off, shrugging. “But like not right now. Like we’re both so busy with work. You have that dropping in April and then White Men Can’t Jump in May. Awards season is starting for me not to mention I’m in the middle of filming. Then I have to promote the mini series with my mom for mothers day–”

“Bro, I’m not asking you to pop kids right now.” Jack cut her off. He reached for hand and gently squeezed it reassuringly. “We’re in our twenties. We have time to add to our family. I was just asking to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Oh, okay.” she giggled nervously.

A server came by and set down their food.

Jack smiled to himself, watching Miriam as she used a fork and knife to cut her fish. He looked over at his plate and he was dipping his fried fish like how it came. Their mannerisms were so different, but Jack and Miriam always made it work. They complimented each other. He was nervous about asking her. But after almost two years he knew it was finally time.

After lunch they went and did some more sight-seeing. Jack had been to London a few times for work but he never had the chance to do any proper exploring with the packed schedule he had. He even rode on the ‘tube’ which he found out existed. They went back to Miriam’s home and made dinner with some of the things they bought. They were currently cleaning up and putting away leftovers.

“So… where do you really see yourself settling down after all this?” Miriam asked Jack as they finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room.

Ever since he casually mentioned them having kids during lunch. That’s all she’d been thinking about.

“Wherever you settle down.” He said, carefully placing the glass cups on the shelf she couldn’t reach.

“I’m being serious.” She giggled, pushing herself to sit up on the counter.

“So am I.” He said, leaning against the counter. He tugged her hand so she could pay attention to him. “Miriam, I’m not kidding. Where you go, I go. I don’t see myself with anyone else. Only you. You’re more than just my partner. You’re someone I see myself still keeping me on my toes by the time I’m 87 and some robot has to give me sponge baths. I see you at my side telling our grandkids that I fucking bagged a baddie. You’re the one I see myself waking up to every morning all bricked up. You got that?”

Miriam blinked away some tears. “Yeah, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He smiled.

Miriam stood on her tippy toes to kiss him but Jack curved her. “Okay, rude.”

“I don’t want to give your dad a show.” he said, looking into one of the many kitchen appliances. He opened a cupboard and peaked inside.

“I’m telling you he didn’t put cameras in the kitchen.” Miriam facepalmed herself.

“Then how did he know we fucked in here?” he gestured to the kitchen island.

“Because you don’t have a serious bone in your body and play around too much.” she shrugged. She scratched her head. “I’m gonna go take this shit off and come back so we can watch The Menu.”

For Poison Ivy, Miriam dyed her hair red. To conserve the mystery of the movie, she wore wigs that matched her natural dark curls.

Jack nodded and went to the entertainment room. He went around taking the various paintings decorating the walls. They were similar to the ones Miriam’s had in her houses and some her parents’ had in their LA home. In his humble opinion, the paintings represented rich people and their love for obscure art that had no business costing more than $100k. Some were abstract paintings; random paint swatches with figurines, mixed media glued on top for extraness while the others were scenic paintings of places Miriam's family has been to. Each painting was completely different to the one before but at the bottom right corner of each one was ‘MDM’ in gold pen. Miriam's initials.

"You paint?" Jack asked her when she came back to the room.

"Yeah when I'm bored." She shrugged.

Jack got distracted momentarily watching Miriam’s ass as she bent over the armrest of the couch to get a blanket from the basket of blankets. He blinked back to reality and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Since when?"

"I don't know for a while I guess. I mainly started when I moved here. My dad did best to keep me busy. He would sign me up for a bunch of stuff. It's why I'm so well rounded." Miriam explained.

"And in all of those extra curricular activities, he didn't think of signing you up for dance classes–"

A pillow came flying at him, hitting his stomach. Jack dramatically fell to the ground like a pro soccer player and groaned in pain.

"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned.

Jack rolled to his side, facing the tall shelf of DVDs and BluRay discs. At the bottom row were a bunch of white boxes with titles of musicals and plays hand written on the spine of the disc box.

“What are these–”

“Don’t touch those.” Miriam pounced on him.

Jack was faster than her and scrambled to his feet. He held up the disc in the air, way out of Miriam’s reach. He turned the box and in the front was a picture of Miriam on stage.

“So this is where you have your school plays. Your brother wanted to show me one of you when you were in fourth grade but he couldn’t find them.” he smiled.

Miriam ignored him as she tried her best to climb him. Thanks to her stunt work she was able to do it with ease and snatched the disc from him.

“So you’re a legit theater kid.” Jack teased.

“Not really.” she shrugged.

“Bro, there’s at least twenty boxes on the shelf.” His smirk grew even more.asit

“Whatever, so what if I did theater as a kid.” she crossed her arms.

Jack raised his arms defensively. “There’s not thing wrong with it. But it does explain…a lot.”

Miriam rolled her eyes and got on the couch. Jack put the disc back and joined her on the couch. Fifteen minutes into the movie, Miriam made him spoon her

Jack got a sense of deja vu as Miriam pressed her ass onto his crotch so she ‘wouldn't fall off’ the couch. It took him back to when she invited him to New York for a few days before her mom and he were on SNL. He couldn’t concentrate on the movie they watched. All he wanted to do was spend his time between her thighs. That was before they revealed their feelings and he was trying to be respectful. Now he had the privilege to not be respectful.

He pulled his arm off her waist and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them.

“Relax for me.” He whispered in her ear. He kissed her jaw.

He slowly inched his hand in her sleep shorts.

“So you can’t kiss me in the kitchen because of these alleged cameras but you can finger me in the tv room?” Miriam quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t seem to mind.” Jack pointed out as he tugged off her now soaked panties.

Before she opened her mouth to make an unserious remark, her phone rang. She reached for it. Miriam made a face, confused why her mom was calling her so late.

“Bueno…” she said, pushing Jack off her.

“Baby, I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”

There’s never a day where Jack isn’t impressed with something Miriam did. She was sitting in the shade with a paint kit she brought from London, painting away their beach view. They were currently in Turks and Caicos for a much needed break. Isabela had called Miriam to let her know that DC decided to scrap her movie so that the remaining budget could go to promoting The Flash. Miriam’s heart broke. She’d been working her ass off on the movie for almost four months and they had about eight weeks of filming left.

Jack didn’t know what to do, all he knew was that he had to get Miriam out of London. He got a recap from last year’s Turks and Caicos work trip and thought the beach was their safest bet. While Miriam went to set to clean out her trailer and sign off some final contracts, he made the arrangements. He was able to reserve the same airbnb he stayed with her last year. Then he booked a flight to New York where he flew out Clay to pick up Daisy so he could watch her while they were gone for the week. From New York they took a direct flight to Providenciales. His team had a field day when they saw the airport pictures of them in landing in Turks andCaicos, but he didn’t care. His main priority was to distract Miriam from being sad because she was in her ‘unemployed era’. Her words, not Jack’s.

Miriam walked back to the terrace, where Jack was going over his lines. He had booked a part in Dave and when they got back to New York he was going to film a few scenes. She carefully set the canvas down and cleared her throat for Jack to see.

“Holy shit.” he said, impressed.

He stretched his hand out, but Miriam smacked it away from the painting. “It’s still wet.”

“You’re still wet?” he asked, with a smirk plastered.

“You’re not funny.” She looked at him unimpressed.

She went to the house and carefully set down the painting on the table to dry. She set her art tote with all her art supplies on a chair. While she was at it, she removed her shorts, staying in her bikini bottoms. She was sitting on the grass and wore them so her ass wouldn’t get itchy. Now that she wasn’t she didn’t see the point of wearing them. As she walked back to Jack, she unbuttoned the linen shirt, making it known to Jack she wasn’t wearing her bikini top. She sat opposite of Jack and read a book while he memorized his lines. She felt Jack’s eyes on her, as she stretched her arms. The shirt fell off her shoulders and her breasts were on full display. The tiny gold necklace Jack got her with the letter ‘M’ glinted as Miriam pretended to be engrossed in her book.

She watched Jack from the corner of her eye. He moved with cat-like movements, slowly inching his way to her. He reached for her book and laughed when he saw she was on the table of contents and not the actual book.

"You're not slick." He commented, putting the book face down.

Miriam untied one side of her bikini bottoms, exposing her arousal to him. "Are you sure?"

That was all he needed to hear. He scooped up Miriam, securing her legs around his waist and carried her back to the house. She squealed and hugged him tight as he ran upstairs to their room. He gently tossed her in bed and scrambled to get naked. He got on top of her and Miriam pulled his neck down to claim his lips.

With ease, she rolled him onto his back and slowly rubbed her folds over his cock. Jack groaned and reached up for her breasts. He cupped them with his large hands and used his thumb to play with her nipples. Miriam leaned forward and held Jack’s jaw as she kissed him. His hands were on her ass, guiding them along the length of his cock.

“Fuck!” he groaned.

He came seconds later while Miriam kept moving her hips. Jack’s stomach was coated with his release.

“Facetime doesn’t do this justice.” Miriam commented while drawing a heart with ‘MD+JH’ on his stomach. “Also I can’t believe all of this is inside me when you come inside me. How deep is my pussy? Do you think–”

“Marry me.” Jack blurted out.

“Okay I know I was rambling, but if you wanted to shut me off you–”

“I mean it.” He said more confidently. He sat up and rubbed her back. “Obviously I didn’t want to ask you after you dry humped me but it slipped out. You’ve been the one since I made you laugh at the soccer game. I meant it when I said I want to be with you even when we’re old and robots have to give us sponge baths. Before you get in your head about how I brought you here to propose I didn't. I wanted you for myself.”

“Oh that’s reassuring,” Miriam snorted and wiped tears from her eyes.

“I love you, Miriam and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jack said.

“Do you even have a ring?” she laughed as more tears streamed down her face.

“I’m glad you asked.” He grinned, earning an eye roll from Miriam.

Jack got off the bed and grabbed his discarded t-shirt to clean himself off. He slipped on his shorts from earlier and went to his suitcase and grabbed his toiletries bag. He pulled out a small box that Miriam recognized that was from his go to jeweler. He walked up to her and sat next to her, opening the box to the most beautiful ring Miriam had ever seen.

“Miriam no middle name Dominguez-Miller, will you marry me?”

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GROUP CHAT

Miriam: y'all....

Clauds ☁️: OMFGGGGGG

La Sandalias: 1. 😭😭😭 and 2. Girl it's 12am for you and me

La MILF 🦦: Danny caleld it lmao

Alina 🎤 : SAY SIKE RNNNN

G🥰🥰🥰: 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭

Seesterrrrr: finally, he asked mom and dad since LAST December lmfao

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@'jackharlow: went all out on her necklace

@'mdm: you're so unserious

@'claybornharlow: are you sure it's not too big?

@'saintclauds: no is talking about that dragonfly brooch

@'Kehlani: respectfully GOD DAMN

-> @'mdm: you can say it disrespectfully too. I don't mind

-> @'jackharlow: but I do

@'mackshipper: damn for FREE

@'miriamfanbutjackhater: it's so obvious that he's only with her because of her body. It's so sad that she settle for him

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budgiesunset · 1 year

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Advice || Reader x Gilbert Blythe.

Requested by: Anonymous

•Summary• When YN sees Gilbert getting closer with Anne YN assumes the worst breaking up with Gilbert and Leaving.

•Warning’s• Angst, fluff, happy ending, not proof read, bad grammar, Arguing parents, sort of dumb reader, overthinking

You where lying on your bed deciding on what to do next.

When you saw Gilbert and Anne talking you just wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear.

It was no secret that Anne had feelings for Gilbert but you didn’t think that she would try and take him.

If you had to be honest you where scared Anne was beautiful, smart and wasn’t scared to speak her mind.

while you on the other hand where shy and had gotten use to being forgotten about that was until Gilbert had taken an interest in you and you started going out together and he would walk you home.

He had helped bring you out of your shell.

So after seeing him interact with Anne you knew what you had to do so you left your room walking down stairs putting on your coat, beanie, scarf, gloves and slipping on your shoes.

When you arrived at Gilbert’s house you where terrified to do this but after taking a deep breath you approach the door and knocked.

“Y/n. What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

“We can’t see each other anymore Gilbert.” You said looking him in the eyes.

“What are you talking about Y/n… did something happen?” Gilbert asked trying to see if you were joking about that and didn’t truly mean it.

“Gilbert you don’t have to pretend I saw you and Anne today. I wish you two every happiness I really do… Goodbye Gilbert Blythe.” You said turning away and walking off. Before he could explain.

You knocked on the door of the Cuthbert’s home. “Oh hello Y/N what a pleasant surprise, Anne is in the barn working if you’re looking for her.” Ms Cuthbert said once she opened the door.

“Thank you” you said quickly before walking towards the barn.

“Y/N.. what are you doing here? Is everything alright?” Anne said seeing you walking into the barn with red puffy eyes.

“I broke up with Gilbert” You said looking down.

“WHAT? WHY? What happened?” She asked dropping the pitchfork and walking closer to you.

“Why do you sound upset. I saw you both this morning.. so I broke up with him so you could be together. I hope you both are happy- excuse me I have to head home.” You say turning around and running off.

When you arrived home you where greeted with your parents arguing but once the noticed your presence they told you to pack a suitcase because you would be staying with your grandparents in Charlotte Town for a couple days.

Once you finished packing you walked back downstairs being met by your parents yet again arguing before ushering you into the carriage joining you after a couple of minutes.

•••

Gilbert knew he screwed up the moment you said you saw him with Anne. But since you left before he could explain he didn’t get to tell you that he was just asking for advice on how to be a better boyfriend.

But it really started to sink in when he saw Anne and Diana walking towards his house.

“Gilbert we have a massive problem!” Anne said as Gilbert opened the door the two girls pushing past him. “After Y/N was at my house saying that she saw you and me talking she told me that we could be together and then apparently Diana saw the Y/L/N’s getting in to a carriage and heading towards the train station with suitcases… Don’t you realize we must have upset Y/N so bad that now she’s leaving Avonlea!” Anne blurted out

“ANNE! Calm down they wouldn’t just leave Avonlea ok.” Diana said in an attempt to calm down her friend.

“Wait… What do you mean you saw them leaving?” He said sinking into his chair feeling his stomach drop as if it fell into a bottomless pit.

“We have to do something. We have to-“ she was cut off by Gilbert getting up.

“I just remembered I have stuff I have to do.. umm- I will see you guys on Monday.” He said pushing the girls out the door before shutting it on them. He turned his back to the door before sliding down the cold wood. Warm tears slid down his cheeks his breathing picked up and he slowly got up and walked towards his bed lying down shoving his face into his pillow.

•••

The next morning it was Saturday and he woke up extra early quickly changing his clothes and grabbing his coat and hat as he rushed at the front door and headed towards the train station.

when he arrived he got on the first train to Charlotte Town. Remembering you saw that your grandparents live there and you normally stay with them after your parents had huge fights. He even visited you a couple months ago so he remembered the way particularly well.

When he arrived at the house he knocked on the door to be greeted by a maid. “Hello can I help?” She asked looking curiously at the boy who stood on the steps.

“Umm.. Yes, I’m looking for Y/F/N.. is she here?” He said looking up at the old woman.

“And who should I say is calling?” The maid asked.

Knowing you probably won’t answer if he said his name He said “a friend.” The maid nodded before closing the door and walking off.

When you opened the door you were surprised to see Gilbert “Gilbert?.. what are you doing here?” You asked ready to slam the door in his face.

“Y/N you never let me explain. I was asking Anne for advice on a date that I had planned and needed an opinion on from one of you friends” he said taking you hands in his and rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“w-what?” You croaked out.

“I would never cheat on you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He said looking deep in to your Y/E/C eyes.

You pulled him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist while resting his chin on the top of your head placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you Gilbert Blythe”

“I love you too Y/F/N”

••••• AN: hey I know I said I would write this like two weeks ago but I have had serious writers block followed by several anxiety filled days and then it’s week I has the honor of having tonsillitis for the 4th time in a span of 2 years so that was fun. But anyway I hope you liked this. Love you guys❤️

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dearshelby · 1 year

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Hey there!! I hope you’re doing well! I will never not request something from you when you say blurb requests are open, Lora!!

Could you do [ 🧤 ] - sharing a pair of gloves when it’s cold out with Tommy please?

Thanks so much in advance! ❤️

K, darling, I'm sorry I let your request unanswered for so long, but I struggled to write this I didn't know if I should rewrite everything and ugh 😫 Surely you know what it's like, hope you like it nonetheless <3

P.s Tommy is a grumpy old man and reader is kinda annoying in here

[ 🧤 ] - Sharing a pair of gloves when it’s cold out + Tommy Shelby

"How fast do you think a Rolls-Royce can go?" Tommy asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed behind his wife.

"You wouldn't content yourself with less than the fastest," she applied some more cologne and continued, "if you want to get there faster then quit sulking and get my gloves, I'm almost done,"

He sighed and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Usually, he loved to watch her getting ready to go out, tonight wasn't one of these times. The party they'd attend wasn't too far, but Tommy had the habit of arriving early and she certainly would make him late.

"You look beautiful already," he whispered in her ear, making a shiver run down her spine, however she knew it was just another trick of his.

"Tommy," she pushed him away, "the gloves, will you?"

"Tsk, which ones?" he walked to the wardrobe.

"The black ones, to match my coat,"

He lit up a cigarette before opening a drawer with scarfs, stockings, hats, but no black gloves.

"Where are they?" he asked.

"There,"

"No, not in the drawer,"

"Of course they are, Tommy, just take a better look at it," she argued while fixing her lipstick.

He held himself back from cursing at her petulance, he wasn't blind nor stupid, the gloves weren't there.

"They're not here, I'm telling you,"

"Tommy, they're my black leather gloves, the winter ones! Look at the glove drawer!"

"I am! And they're not here,"

"Look somewhere else then, I'm almost done,"

"Look where? I don't do the fucking laundry,"

"Neither do I, Tom, they should be at the drawer,"

"Well, they're not,"

"Oh, for fucks' sake," she cursed "ask Frances, she'll know,"

"We don't have time for that,"

"Tommy," she finished her make up and took her coat from the hanger, "it's freezing outside, I need gloves,"

"Alright, fine," Tommy walked to his part of the wardrobe and took his own pair of leather gloves, it looked exactly like hers, except for the size, "there you go,"

She stared at the gloved in his hands and gulped, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Don't you have another pair?"

"Of leather ones, no,"

"Then I can't take these from you, Tommy, it's not fair,"

"Love, for fuck's sake, I just want to leave,"

Sitting down at the bed, she sulked like a child, unwilling to admit that the reason why she was taking so long to get ready was because she didn't want to go, it's freezing outside and all she wanted was to stay home with her husband.

"Don't," Tommy scolded, "don't give me a fucking pout, it won't work, put the fucking gloves on and take yourself to the car,"

"I-" she shrugged off, "I can change my dress to match another pair of mine,"

"No, no fucking way, stand up," despite his harsh tone, he pulled her up gently, "c'mon, we have ten minutes,"

"Take it," she gave his gloves back, "I'll change,"

"You take this coat off and I'm leaving you here,"

"You wouldn't," she stood close to his face, "you wouldn't,"

Tommy pressed his lips together and slowly nodded, holding her arms, he explained the situation like he'd do to a child, "Listen, this dinner is important for the legitimate business,"

"...why?"

"Because if we cause a good impression, more people will believe we're legitimate and we'll get more partnerships, do you understand?"

With a frustrated sigh, she agreed, "...I still won't take your gloves though,"

"Alright, take just one then,"

"What?" she giggled while Tommy put one glove on his hand and the other on hers.

Holding her naked hand with his own, he put them in his pocket, in a way both could be warm, "It's not ideal, but it's the best we have now, eh? Let's go."

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foxy-eva · 1 year

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Nevada Desert Boy

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend find the best way to warm up after enjoying the first snow in the backyard of their new house

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) heavy kissing, teasing, nipple play, thigh grinding, oral (male receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

Author’s note: This is a rewritten/edited version of the first fic I wrote for Criminal Minds. I am much happier with it now and I hope you enjoy it too!

Word count: 3k

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