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The Boundless Sphere of Fate - Lee Taemin - Chapter 6 - A peace offering

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Chapter 6 - A peace offering

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~present day~

~third person POV~

“Okay, Miss, I think we’re done here with the measurements. We will get back to you as soon as we’ve made the plan with an estimated cost.” A man in a blue jumpsuit speaks. He is sporting a slightly too large beer belly, which makes it difficult for him to bend.

“Blair, what’s going on?” Taemin asks with a tilt of his head, but Blair doesn’t pay him any mind.

“Thank you so much!” She says to the man instead. “I can’t wait for this room to be ready.”

“What are you doing to my room?” Taemin asks again, but Blair doesn’t pay attention to him yet again.

“I bet.” The man laughs happily. “It’s gonna take up to 3 weeks until we get everything ordered and installed.”

“That’s not too bad.”

“You’re lucky, it would usually take way longer but we don’t have many orders coming in as of late. By the way, is there any other room you’d like remodelled? I can give you a discount for choosing to work with us on multiple rooms.” He winks.

“Oh, not right now, thank you though. I’ll surely call you up if I change my mind, though.”

“Eh, you know how it is when business is slow! You try to persuade others!” He laughs.

“Indeed. Such a shame you don’t have as many clients lately, though. I’ve seen your portfolio. Your work is amazing.”

“Thank you. Can’t wait to add this beautiful piece to it.” The man looks at the large walls and grins. He seems happy.

“I’ll wait for the price quote then, and I’ll see you in a few weeks?”

“Rest assured Miss, we’re gonna move as fast as we can!”

The man finally goes back in the hall and starts putting on his shoes, which makes Taemin desperate to know what’s going on.

“Blair. Blair. Blair? Blair! BLAAAAIR!”

“Thank you for coming, and drive safe!” Blair smiles and waves the man off, who leaves with a smile on his face.

“BLAAAAAIR”

“What?!” She turns to Taemin with an angry expression, which then turns cheerful as she starts laughing. “You’re so loud, Taeminnie. The man can’t see you, did you forget?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

“So why are you trying to talk to me when he’s here?”

“I’m bored.” He grins.

“You little shit.” She laughs and pretends she’s about to hit him, and he moves back, playing along.

“So so so so, what are you doing to my poor room?”

“Uhm, you mean my room. And I told you already, I’m redecorating. It can’t stay empty forever.”

“Redecorating how? My poor dance studio!” Taemin fake-cries and covers his face with his hands, shaking it. “What could that man possibly measure the whole wall for?!”

“A bookshelf.” Blair shrugs. “I was thinking of making a reading room.”

“Yea, cause you loooove reading. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you pick up a book since you moved here.”

“Hey, mind your own business!” Blair retorts, and both start laughing.

“So, shall we watch a film?”

“Oh my, Taemin, it appears you enjoy the perks of new-age technology.”

“When I was your age-”

“Grand-grandpa.”

“Don’t be rude, old lady.” He laughs. “When I was your age, you’d usually have only one single movie in the theatres for a few consecutive months. The whole city knew all the lines by heart.”

“Really? Do you remember what it was about?”

“Oh, no, I don’t remember. I’ve just seen it a million times. Of course I remember, dummy! It was a sappy romance about a man who sacrificed everything for love.”

“Oh wow, truly sappy.”

“All the men in the theatre were excited because the woman was wearing this low-cut neck dress and her boobs were bomb.”

Blair rolls her eyes.

“Wow, men are sooo mature!”

“Says you, who keeps photocards of random men in your wallet.” Taemin retorts.

“Hey, that’s different! They are my inspiration.”

“Is that code for ‘just horny’?” He mocks.

“Shut up.” Blair laughs.

“Speaking of horny, how is it at work with the ugly dude?”

“You mean Brian? Awkward as hell.” She grimaces. “He thankfully hasn’t told anyone about what happened-”

“He must be just as embarrassed as you, if not more.”

“Why would he be?”

“I mean, dude knows he’s ugly as fuck, and he got kicked out by the girl he likes. It sounds pretty traumatic.” Taemin shrugs.

“Oh, come on. I don’t think he likes me or anything. We were just drunk and horny and took it back to my place, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure. Haven’t you tried explaining, though?”

“Explaining what? That I see ghosts?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, no.”

“Why not? I think it’s the coolest shit ever.”

“Coolest shit ever? Taemin, you’ve been watching too many American shows on Netflix.” Blair chuckles.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do when you’re away from home?”

“What have you been doing when I wasn’t living here?”

“Messing up with whoever was living here.”

“Child.”

“Hag.”

“Ugly.”

“Ugly?! I’m not ugly!” Taemin’s eyes grow wide. “Stop making that face at me! Ugh, should I break another one of your coffee mugs?!”

“Please don’t. It took a while to clean up and I cut myself.”

“Oh, sorry…”

“No, I actually wanted to talk about this. I’m the one who’s sorry. I was pretty mean to you that morning. Why or how you died is none of my business. I know it’s a sour subject for you-”

“You think?” He chuckles. “It’s just the reason why I’ve been stranded here for a few decades or so, nothing much, ha-ha.”

“I’m really sorry, Taem. I didn’t mean to put salt on the wound.”

“It’s fine.” He waves his hand in the air. “Whatever.”

Blair starts walking towards the kitchen and pours herself some water.

“Do you think… I could help you with anything?” She asks while filling the glass.

“Depends, are you willing to kill for me?” He asks in a serious tone.

“What?” Blair almost spits out her water.

“Joking!” He laughs. “Well, not really. I was waiting until eventually, hopefully, someone related to the man who killed me would move into this house. He’s probably dead, so… a son, or grandson, or something, would do.”

“You know the chances of that happening are so low, it would be more possible for me to win the lottery and become a billionaire?”

“I guess so. It hasn’t happened so far.” He shrugs. “And it probably won’t happen anymore until you die or sell the house. Or who knows? Maybe you’ll marry one of his grandsons and he’ll move here.”

“I doubt it. But even so, how would you know that whoever moves in is that man’s relative?”

“I assume I must feel something if that happens, right?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Ok. Let’s say someone does move in and you somehow know it’s that man’s relative, or whatever. What would you do?”

“I haven’t gathered all this power for nothing.” Taemin shrugs this time. “I’d kill them just as he killed me. I would stab them.”

“’Gathered’? Wasn’t your spiritual energy always this high?”

“No.” Taemin chuckles. “The first decade or so I wasn’t able to interact with anything. It was boring as heck.”

“Then? What changed? How?”

“I don’t know, I just… I started trying to touch things, and it eventually worked. Now I feel stronger than ever. Of course, I still can’t touch humans, but…”

“Mhm.” Blair nods. “That’s so weird. I’ve met ghosts who can interact with objects, but not every day, and definitely not with every freaking object in the house. Maybe it’s because you’ve been dead for longer?” She contemplates.

“How would I know? I didn’t even know ghosts were real until I became one.”

Blair laughs as both head into the living room and plop themselves down the sofa.

They keep talking and talking, and Blair figures out that Taemin is not as bad as she initially thought, and that maybe giving her ghost-roommate a chance wouldn't be such a bad idea.

~a few weeks later~

“Why would you need big ass mirrors for a bookshelf?” Taemin whispers next to Blair, as if the men that were furnishing the room could’ve somehow heard him.

Blair doesn’t respond, which irritates him, but he understands she can’t really talk to him when other people are present. He’s heard a few of Blair’s horror stories of when other people found out that she sees ghosts – specifically those about her time in school or in the psych ward in the hospital, and he couldn’t believe that people were so weird when it came to the supernatural.

Of course, thinking back at his time alive, he probably would’ve thought someone like Blair was a witch for being able to see and communicate with ghosts, but watching her day-to-day uneventful life made him realise that, despite this weird, unexplainable ability she had, she was just a normal woman.

“Can’t they leave already so you can talk to me?” Taemin asks, making Blair softly chuckle.

“Did you say something, Miss?” One of the men asks.

“No, no, nothing at all. Please continue. Would you like some water?”

“Yes, please!”

The men continued working for about one more hour, and when the room was finally done, it didn’t resemble a reading room at all.

“Blair, what is this?!” Taemin asks, shocked.

“My olive branch to you.” She grins.

“No way…” Taemin looks around in disbelief.

“Oh wow, your reflection actually appears in the mirror.”

“Only you can see it, though.” He chuckles. “Just as you see me.”

“So, do you like it?” Blair looks around as well, satisfied with the results. She never thought she’s going to build a dance practice room in her house, but oh, well, life is truly unexpected.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this.” He grins and seems happier than Blair’s ever seen him. “It’s not similar at all to my old room, but… this works.”

“Don’t be a prick.” Blair warns, and both start laughing. “With this, you’ll hopefully not get bored anymore when I’m at work. I’ll put a TV in here as well, since I know you can interact with it, and you’ll be able to dance as much as you want.”

“This really is great.” Taemin smiles. “I’m so, so happy, Blair. Thank you!” He throws his arms around the girl, but, of course, they just pass through her. “It really sucks not being able to touch one another.”

“It does.” Blair nods.

“AHA! So you WANT to touch me! Knew it!”

“Yes, I sooo wanna smack that head of yours, you idiot!” Blair runs after Taemin, and he plays along and runs away from her, and they keep running around the room, the large mirrors on the wall capturing this sweet moment shared between them.

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duskwoodgirl4life · 2 years

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The Night Stalker

Chapter 15

Jake's POV

I let the words try and sink in hearing what MC just said, I feel my heart break to imagine there being no us. I need too take Alan out completely, if I am going too win MCs heart back I have too do this. I will make sure it doesn't interfere with the FBI I have my ways around this.

Jake walks back over too the car and gets in the drive home was silent MC looking out the window, every now and then she would look in Jake's direction. She sat and thought about what she had said, she knew deep down she didn't mean what she said.

MC: Jake, can you pull the car over?

Jake: yeah sure, what's up?

MC: it's about what I said before I do want there too be an us, I love you too much too lose you.

Jake: MC you will never lose me, I love you

MC: I love you too Jake, more than I can ever express.

Jake: we will get through this, I will do what ever it takes

MC takes hold of Jake's hand holding it tight, they both share a kiss knowing that they are each others forever. They arrive home and MC goes too make some dinner but Jake stops her. He takes hold of her by the waist and kisses her softly on the lips and whispers in her ear.

Jake: let's order Chinese

The next morning MC woke up too a text on her phone it was from agent Finn with the instructions on what too do and who would be keeping her safe, she was told an agent would be arriving at her apartment in plan clothes at 9am. MC quickly jumped up out of bed and quickly grabbed a shower and got dressed. Just as MC had finished getting dressed there was a knock at the door.

MC froze she knew that behind that door would be the one instructing her too contact Alan. Jake went too answer the door and let the agent in he introduced himself at agent Turner.

Agent Turner: hello MC, I trust you understand why I am here I have your first assignment.

MC: why do I have too do?

Agent Turner: first I want you too message Alan asking him for a meet, tell him you will meet him near the black lake. There is an old log cabin here are the keys too get in.

Jake: wait a minute, what's going too happen when Alan arrives? I am not going too risk MC getting hurt

MC: Jake as a point

Agent Turner: the cabin as camera's already set up we will be able too keep an eye on you at all times, plus we will hear everything that is said.

MC picked up her phone and sent a text message too Alan, everything she was too say was written down for her.

MC: hi Alan, I want too start off by saying how sorry I am for everything that's happened. I hope you can give me a second chance, and meet me at the log cabin near the black lake today at 1pm all my love your wife xxx

It didn't take long for Alan too message back too MCs message.

Alan: my sweet,sweet MC your message brings me such joy, there is no need too apologies. You have reached out too me and that means so much, of course I will meet you all my love my angel. Xxxxx

MC: I feel sick, I can't do this

Jake: I will protect you MC I promise I won't let him hurt you

Agent Turner: as I said you will be perfectly safe, no harm will come too you

1pm soon came around and MC arrived at the cabin, MC waited inside for Alan too turn up. She didn't have too wait long for him too arrive, the door slowly opened and there stood Alan bloomgate.

Alan: my sweet angel how I have missed you

MC: I've m..m..missed you too

Alan: it's okay my sweet angel no harm will come too you, no one as followed me here

MC: that's a good thing, thank you for replying back too my message

Alan: how could I not, the way you reached out it melted my heart I love you MC we can truly be together now.

Alan started too move towards MC pushing her up against the wall, his hands all over his touching her breasts and thighs. Jake saw what he was doing on the camera, and the anger inside him was boiling over. He had too be held back so he didn't burst in there.

MC: Alan please, can we talk I feel we need too get too know each other again

Alan: you are right what was I thinking let's sit and cuddle awhile and we can take things slow.

Alan took MCs hand and walked over too the couch, Alan wrapped his arm around MC pulling her close too his side. They both sat and talked for awhile but it was getting harder MC too keep Alan off her. His hand kept trying too go inbetweene her thighs but MC kept moving his hand away.

Alan: I think we have talked enough now I would like too take things further, everytime I look at you it makes me want you even more.

MC: this is a big step Alan, I need time too get myself ready for you

Alan: oh you have a sexy outfit for me I like where this is going, I can feel myself getting very hard.

MC went into the bathroom and sank down too the floor, trying too think of a way too get out of this.

Alan's POV

I am so happy too see my beautiful MC again, everytime I look at her I just want too take her there and then. I sit waiting for her on the bed, but I just can't help myself and start too touch myself. She turns me on so much that I could just go all night.

Jake: RIGHT THIS IS TOO MUCH!! GET MC OUT OF THERE NOW BEFORE I DO!!

Agent Turner: we are going too get her out of there now.

The agent quickly sent MC a message saying that there was a family emergency and she had too come home straight away MC picked her phone up and saw the message. She got up from the floor and unlocked the door, Alan had just finished doing what it was he was doing.

MC: Alan, my love I am so sorry I've just had a message from my brother, my mum as had an accident and is in the hospital I need too go.

Alan: no need too apologies, you go too your mum I will wait here for your return

MC quickly grabbed her bag and got out of the cabin and walked as fast as she could too the unmarked van, the door opened and MC fell into Jake's arms tears falling from her eyes.

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ash-winchester · 2 years

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First Attempt at a Fanfic. Please let me know what yall think.

“Don’t you think it’s time boys? The sweet release of death?” Billie hisses with a coy smile, running her scythe down the wall as she calmly chases Castiel and Dean through the Bunker. They were never out of her sight for too long, not since they left Death's Library.

Castiel pulls Dean into a storage room in the basement, helping Dean lean against one of the shelves before digging in Dean's pocket for his knife. Finding it, the angel cuts his palm and starts drawing warding on the door.

As Billie approaches the door, the warding glows a deep red, signifying that it was completed.

Castiel turns to Dean as he asks, “Did it work?”

Dean nods silently, standing straighter as the pain subsides. He turns and looks at Cas, a pained smile in his face.

Castiel lets out a sigh of relief, but it's short lived as Billie starts banging on the door.

“Will…. Will it hold?” Dean asks Castiel, turning to stare at the door. He had squared his shoulder, preparing for a fight.

Castiel nods. “It will hold for a short period of time.... but it will not hold for long.” He says, moving so Dean would turn to look at him. “And once it stops holding, we will fight."

“This is all my fault.” Dean says quietly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t hurt Chuck, so I led us into another trap. I n-needed something to kill because it is all I know how to do. And now everyone is going to die and....and I can’t stop it. She's going to break through that warding and kill you. A-and then she's gonna kill me.”

Dean looks up to Cas' eyes, his own eyes filling up with tears. “And no one can stop her.”

Castiel goes to speak when he blinks, a memory making itself known. A last resort of ideas. “There is…. There is one thing that can beat her. One thing that she is afraid of.” He takes a deep breath. “I made a deal with The Empty in order to bring Jack back.”

Dean stares at Castiel, his eyes wide in disbelief. “You... made a what?”

“The deal was my life for Jack's,” Cas explains. “When I finally experience true happiness, the empty will come and take me forever.”

Dean shakes his head “Why…. Cas, why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like.” Castiel looks at Dean with a fondness that Dean has rarely seen. “I… never found an answer, because the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't having, it's being. It's in just saying it.” Cas says, his own eyes start tearing up.

Dean looks at Cas. “What are you talking about, Cas?” he says, his voice filled with desperation as he tried to piece together Cas' words. But he knew exactly what Cas was saying.

“I know how you see yourself Dean.” Cas continues. “‘You are destructive, angry, broken. You are simply ‘Daddy’s blunt instrument’ and that you think it’s the anger and hate that drives you, that… that’s who you are.’” He swallows hard as he fights back his tears.

“But it’s not, and everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have done- the good and the bad- you have done for love. You raised your brother for love. You fight for the entire world for the sake of love. That is who you truly are.”

Dean's face looks like it's struggling to hold back all emotion, not wanting to lose Cas.

“You are the most caring, selfless, loving human being that I will ever know. Ever since I met you, you have been changing me. Because of you, I cared about you. About Sam and Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you.”

Dean's despair crashes over him as a tear finally falls down Cas' face, crashing on the floor.

“You have changed me Dean.” The angel finishes.

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?” Dean asks quietly, his voice wrecked beyond repair. There was nothing to fix the pain he felt. The one person who said they would never leave… was finally leaving him. For good.

“Because, it is.” Castiel admits, tears falling freely now.

He takes in a shaky breath as he smiles widely. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” Cas says, watching the Empty start to ooze into the room as the door behind him breaks down.

“Cas-” Dean starts saying, opening his mouth to continue and keep Castiel here. However, he stops when Cas places his hand on his shoulder, over the brand he had made those many years ago when he pulled the righteous man from hell. Dean's words catch in his throat, choking softly as his eyes become watery with tears.

“Goodbye, Dean.” Cas says, pushing Dean to the wall as the Empty takes Billie. Dean tumbles to the floor, his mind heavy with Cas' words as he watches the angel. No. His angel. Castiel.

Castiel smiles as the Empty wraps its tendrils around him and sucks him into the darkness.

Dean sits up, in shock as he runs his hands through his hair and the tears in his eyes finally fall. “I never got to say it back.” He finally whispers to the silent room.

Sam and Jack arrive back at the bunker a few hours later, the building silent and still. Dean hasn’t moved from the basement.

“DEAN!” Sam screams, hoping his brother is still here.

Dean stands slowly, heading upstairs to the Library where his brother and Jack were.

Jack looks at Dean as he enters the room, his head tilted slightly in a similar way Cas would have.“Where... is Castiel?” He asks, looking behind him. Jack was expecting Cas to be coming up right behind him.

Dean shakes his head. “I lost him. That damn son of a bitch sacrificed himself for me.” He says quietly, his voice sounding pained.

Sam pats Dean’s back. “I lost Eileen…” He says softly, “...and Gabriel.”

“This....This is different." Dean shakes his head. "You got to tell her that you loved her. I didn’t tell him ANYTHING!” He screams before storming off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Jack tries to go after Dean, but Sam puts his arm out to stop his action.

“He needs some space, Jack. That is what we will give him.” Sam says softly, looking at the kid with a sad smile and a nod.

Jack frowns but nods back, following Sam into the library as they search for a way to bring everyone back.

Dean sits in his room, taking his phone out of his pocket. His head races as he stares at the screen, pressing a button and putting it to his ear.

“Hello Dean.” Cas’ voice says through the phone's speaker. “I noticed we were running low on food in the bunker, so I went on a supply run. I purchased beer and some pie for you. They were out at the store we normally go to… so I had to go a bit further than usual, but I didn’t forget the pie this time.”

“End of Current Message.” The automated voice says. Dean presses another button, his jaw clenched hard as tears fill his eyes.

“Hello, Dean. I think I found a case for you and Sam. There seems to be victims missing their hearts in Dodge City. I know you’re probably excited, after all, I know how much you love cowboys.” Dean smiles when Cas chuckles in the recording. “I will meet you there, and I will be sure to bring the hat you bought for me last time. Oh and, I still have my badge. After all, I’m your huckleberry.”

“End of Message.”

Dean brings his knees to his chest, trying his best to hold back his tears. “Dammit, Cas. Why do you have to be so damn selfless? Why did you- why did you have to go sacrificing yourself?” He says softly into the empty room. He takes off his jacket, running his fingers gently along Cas’ bloody handprint. He lays his hand over the dried print on the shoulder before placing it gently on the chair in his room. The same chair that Cas has sat in so many times before.

Dean continues to listen to Cas’ messages as he lies in bed, listening to him talk about more hunts as well as the supply runs he ran. Dean feels a smile on his face when he hears Cas tell him about a case he just did. Defeating a vampire nest.

Then, without a thought, Dean dials up Cas’ number.

“This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.” Dean can’t help but chuckle softly, the sound broken as it leaves his throat.

His battery continues to dwindle as the night creeps on, but Dean finally reaches the voicemail he saved for last.

“Sorry for being gone for so long, I am sure you must have been worried. I am fine though. I’m coming home. See you soon Dean.” Castiel’s gravelly voice says through the phone, before the phone dies and goes dark.

Dean’s eyes slowly close, tears falling onto his bed as he curls up and falls asleep, dreaming of a man with electrifying blue eyes wrapping him up in an embrace he would never feel again.

The next night, Dean sits at the table in the library, his computer open as he drinks beer after whiskey. He watches Cas’ love confession, tears streaming silently down his face as he remembers it all.

With hesitation, the hunter takes out his pocket knife- the one Cas had used to protect him from Billie- and starts carving the word "Cas" into the table next to their initials. However, once he reaches the "s", he can’t stop because that means it’s really over. That Cas was… really gone.

So he keeps carving until Cas' name is finished, tracing it lightly with his fingers. He doesn't know he held his breath until after his fingers traced across the indented wood.

“Castiel…” He whispers. “Please... come back to me.”

A few days on the road later, Sam runs inside an abandoned diner to grab some food while Dean waits outside.

Dean wasn't looking for him, but it was as if a Miracle that Dean spotted a dog sitting nearby. He smiles for the first time since Cas sacrificed himself, but it's quick-lived. His smile was bright, only for it to fade when Chuck snaps his fingers again, standing in the fields nearby with a cruel smile.

Time passes once more, just Sam and Dean on the road. Nothing but open road ahead of them.

When they finally confront Chuck, Dean grabs him by the lapels, pushing him against the construction sign nearby saying, “We’ll do it!”

Sam stands a few steps away as Dean growls, “You want the whole Cain and Abel thing? You've got it, but first you have to bring everyone back. Bring Cas back.”

Chuck laughs, removing Dean's hands from him. “Why would I do that? 'Bring Cas back'. This is such a better punishment for you two. You Winchester's have given up everything to protect this world only for it to slip right...through...your fingers." Chuck says with a wicked smile. “So, why would I give you reprieve from this emptiness, from knowing that you failed and I won?”

Chuck then disappears, his laughter echoing in the wind.

Sam stares at the ground as Dean punches the steel pillar sticking up from the ground.

“Dammit!” Dean yells, storming off to his car. The drive back to the bunker is a long, quiet one, and once they arrive back, Dean shuts himself in his room for the rest of the night. He doesn't look to see if Sam is okay. To see if his brother even came down the stairs.

Sinking further into the bed, Dean holds his phone to his ear as he replays Cas’ voice mails with muffled sobs and tears.

“You promised, Cas.” He whispers into the darkness. “You promised that you would n-never leave me. Why would you think that you…. You could never have me? Why did you wait for so long to tell me? Cause of course…. Of course I loved you. I still do, with every fiber of my being. I have l-loved you for so long… but I’ve never been good at this romance thing. I keep… I keep waking up and hoping that this is all a bad nightmare. I keep hoping for a miracle. You are…. You were always so good at those.” Dean drags a hand down his face, wiping away the tears as more fall. “Please Cas, just one more miracle? One more miracle for us?” He asks into the darkness of his room. However it’s only the silence that answers back. Defeated with no answers, Dean closes his eyes, crying himself to sleep once more.

Sam comes home with Jack the next day, finding Michael in the bunker.

“Where is Castiel?” is the first thing Michael asks Dean once he comes into the room.

Dean says nothing, staring at the floor.

“I am sorry. He was a good soldier.” Michael says solemnly, his face showing the briefest glimpse of sadness.

Dean shakes his head. “No. No, he was more than that.” He says quietly.

After Michael and Lucifer had finished duking it out and Chuck had killed Michael, Sam and Dean had fought Chuck with everything they got. At the end they only ended up bloodied on the ground, until Jack absorbs Chuck’s powers and heals them.

Sam and Dean walk over to Chuck, with Sam explaining their whole plan to him.

“This is a fitting end to my story.” Chuck says after finishing looking through his “empty” book. “To be killed at the hands of Sam Winchester, of Dean Winchester. The ultimate killers.”

Dean frowns, thinking back on what Cas said. “That’s where you’re wrong. That is not who we are.”

Chuck looks up at them. “Wait, what? What kind of ending is this?” He asks, panic slipping through his normal cool facade.

Dean looks at him “The kind we wrote. The kind of ending where you are just like us, you grow old and eventually die, forgotten and unloved by your creations.”

Sam, Dean, and Jack all climb into the Impala, leaving Chuck lying on the ground, ignoring his pleas.

“Are you coming back to the bunker?” Sam asks Jack as Dean laughs.

“Of course he’s coming with us!” Dean says, but Jack looks at Dean and shakes his head.

“I’m not coming back to the bunker Dean. In a way… I am already there.” Jack lifts his hand. “Goodbye.” He says with a soft smile before walking off, fading as he leaves.

By the time they arrive back at the bunker, it’s late at night and the hunters go back to their respective rooms.

Dean reaches his room, climbing into bed and listening to Cas’ messages again. He falls asleep to Cas’ voice, “...See you soon Dean” being the last thing Dean hears as he drifts off into unconsciousness.

When he wakes up in the morning, he presses the phone to his ear, waiting for the messages to start when all of the sudden his phone says, “One new message.”

Dean freezes, hearing a voice he never thought he’d hear again.

“Hello Dean. I am coming home. See you soon”

#supernatural #destiel #supernatural angst #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #spn fandom #spn scripts

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grcvityfclls · 24 days

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀The President’s Key

August 23 - 8:00 am

Back to Gravity Falls. Finally! Summer is almost over, my birthday is so close and yet so far away, but today I'm coming back. Hopefully forever. I like Piedmont, don't get me wrong, but that one summer at my gruncle Stan's house? I'll never forget it. My whole life is based on that and all the secrets I discovered back then. Okay, okay. I didn't discover them alone, but that's just MY story. 𝘔𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴? I never want to hear that again in my life! I love Mabel. I truly and deeply love her, but I'm moving to Gravity Falls. I graduated from college w̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶n̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶o̶n̶e̶. Now it's my turn. And it's my turn alone. (𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔!)

August 23 - 11:30 am.

My first break since I started my car in the morning. My stomach was so empty I was afraid it would eat itself if I didn't take a break. It's about 7 hours from Piedmont to Gravity Falls, which means I'm halfway there. Still without incident. I'm knocking on wood (𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥) that it stays that way. At dinnertime, I decide to take a break at the Golden M in Red Bluff. Never had better chicken nuggets, tbh. But I'm already looking forward to the pancakes at Greasy's Diner. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!

August 23 - 1:00 pm

F◬🜲☆. As if I had conjured it up, my car had a flat tire. I decided to take another break so Terry could take a break and drink some water. Have I mentioned Terry here before? His full name is Terbium Pines. He's a massive black wolfhound with long fur and deep dark eyes. I found him on one of my unexpected outings and he never left. I think he chose me to be my best fur friend ever. The vet said he's about three years old, but his eyes look much older sometimes, and when I talk to him I occasionally think he really understands what I'm saying, but then he wallows in the dirt and has those puppy eyes that he gets a treat for. I love him. (𝒯𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉!!! ♡)

August 23 - 10:00 pm

What a day! Changing a tire was never this hard. The heat was killing me and Terry barked at every car that went past. Then he wouldn't get back in the car when I tried to drive off. It took me another half hour to get him back in. Crazy guy. We passed a traffic jam and I stopped to help. Luckily no one was hurt, but I took way too long to get back on the road and finally emerged a couple hours ago. Ford helped me with my stuff and now I'm sitting in my old bed in the attic. I wonder if Mabel would be mad if I pimped it out a bit. I guess I'll only know if I ask her. Or I'll just do it (ha ha). ( 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒮𝒪 𝑀𝒜𝒟 𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊!!!)

August 28 - 2:00 pm

Okay, the last couple days have been ridiculous and overwhelming and too much to talk about. Here's the most important info: I found the President's key. I hid it in case Stan or Ford were looking for it and forgot about it for the last few years (literally), but now I have it back in my hands. It opens all doors made before 1877 (𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰? 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘣𝘩. 𝘵𝘰-𝘥𝘰: 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘺 ⬜ ). Where did I hide it? Oh man, you'll never guess. Mabel is going to kill me. ( 𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝒶𝓂! ) Our attic? It's a bit of a mess. ( 𝒜 𝒷𝒾𝓉?! ) I've been doing a bit of redecorating since we were teenagers, the last summer we lived here, and now it's a temple. I found a door in the wall that was locked, of course, but a day later I found the key and - surprisingly - it fit. The whole time I thought that our room in the attic was all that was supposed to be here, though I was so wrong. We never realized there was a whole room next to our beds. The house looks so small from the outside, but I was so wrong this time. Why didn't I realize that the length and width of the house didn't match its rooms!!! I've been so blind. And we've found secret rooms here in the past!

What, you want to know what was in that room? Boy, that's a topic for another page in this journal. Be careful out there. Maybe you've been watched by something behind your walls.

But: THE PRESIDENT'S KEY IS BACK! Nothing can stop me now! ( 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁! )

#⬴ Novels ⸻ For those I love I will sacrifice.#⬴ Journal ⸻ It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.

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klodizzle · 5 months

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Zach

I’m so sorry, I wish I could talk to you. Focusing on me has made me see how deeply insecure I am and also how shitty I treated you because of that. You never deserved any of it. I do miss you so much. I love you with everything in me and I’m scared that there is never going to be a point where I don’t feel that way. I’m scared to watch you move on from me when I do feel like you’re perfect for me. I want to live my life with you right here holding my hand. I know I have ruined your trust in me, I wish that I could’ve shown up better for you. I know we both have issues we couldn’t see and I know we both projected a lot. I hope you know no matter what how much I really truly do love and care about you. I know who you are, I know how kind and caring and smart you are. I know how sensitive you are and I know how much I truly have hurt you and I feel like I have been so so blind. I have continually hurt you and disrespected you because I felt you were doing those things to me. We both have acted immaturely. I know how many people have hurt you and treated you with zero disregards to how things would make you feel. It was nobody’s right to treat you that way and to not consider your feelings. You being hurt was a valid feeling that you let people beat out of you for their own selfish reasons. You are enough Zach, you will always have been good, you will always hold a spot in my heart because I do truly see you. I see all the things I feel like you can’t see in yourself. I love you for exactly who you are and no matter what that isn’t going to change. I know I’ve lashed out as you just as much as you have lashed out at me. I don’t know how to not see you as the person I want by my side forever and that’s what I am scared about, I don’t ever want to be just your friend, I want to be buried in a grave next you you. My love is possessive and jealous but it is also much more than that. You were worth every thing I tried to do to make you feel loved. You were worth loving, you deserved to be treated better than I treated you. You ARE special, you are uniquely you. I don’t care what you think about it because you are. I’m sorry that I put out your light. I’m sorry that I couldn’t see myself how you saw me until after I broke your trust and your heart. No matter what I will miss you every single day, I feel like nobody will ever compare to the way I feel about you. I’m sorry that I’m so young, I’m sorry that I took out so much on you. I’m so fucking sorry. I know what we had was real, I know I fucked it up, I know that I will regret it every day of my life. I know I stopped doing things to show you how much I really cared. I know that both of us have fences and walls built around our hearts and I know we’re both so fucking stubborn it’s insane. I do see my faults, but I hope you can see me through them. I am still the person I used to be, you are still the person you used to be. We’re both just more hurt and less trusting. I am really so incredibly sorry I ever ever made you not feel good enough. I did expect too much, my standards were way too high. They were built to keep people out and I know that. I wanted to go back to how things were but I know we couldn’t. I know why. I miss the little things more than anything. I miss being so close to you. I miss the safety I felt in your arms. I miss getting to witness you in the smallest moments. I miss waking up next to you and driving you crazy. I miss your toes in mine, your butt snuggled into my back. I miss the conversations we had before going to bed. I miss the attic, I miss it so much. I miss breaking the walls on accident. I miss how much time we spent just you and me. I miss you playing the flute to me. I miss your interests and you sharing them with me. In a perfect world we wouldn’t be so stressed and I’m sure we’d have been so much happier but we aren’t. I’m sorry I pushed you to the point you didn’t want that life with me that we talked about because I truly want it with you. I’m sorry I can never fully appreciate what I’ve got when it’s in front of me.

I miss you so much, I’m so sorry

#I wish I could tell you this #I wish I could take it all back #I feel like I have so much I wish I could say to you

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randomnightlythoughts · 1 year

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Thoughts

As I sit here at the close of my birthday I reflect back on the past 31 years. What a wild adventure of memories, adventure, pain and progression. The memories I hold dear to my heart grow fuzzy as the years keep moving forward and the future truly scares me. I dont think anyone will ever really realize that my 17 year old self is different from who I am today. How it hurts that 31 years ago, I was brought into this world but those who brought me into this world havent even said a single word to me.

What comes to mind when I think back to 17? I think back to the joys of meeting with friends from all over town and having to be back before the streetlights came on. How bike rides seemed like forever when traveling around the small town. The wind running its cool fingers through my hair, the one time I could think and be myself was on that bike. In that very moment I had nothing to worry about. But the dreaded moment came when I would have to head home. Face whatever had happened or was going to happen for the rest of the night.

I think back to the fights I would get into with my parents. How I always wanted to be a “street” kid and live with friends. But the responsibility of being there for my siblings took more from my childhood than anything. I think back to the times my dad would get so mad and his voice and character would change. Many times plates would go flying at dinner. In one particular fight, I remember spaghetti plates being thrown against the wall. Watching the noodles slink down the wall like the old sticky hands you’d win at the arcade. I remember the nights of rolling blankets out on the floor and my siblings sleeping in the “girls” room as I sat on the staircase listening. Listening to the footsteps below and the way they sounded on the cold grey tiles, all the while holding the metal end of the vacuum cleaner in case a split decision needed to be made.

One would think these are the secrets that hide in the closet and stayed in the house. But things like this would happen on vacation. I remember many things about the vacations we would take. We would take the Camper or RV to visit my grandfather. Sometimes if we were luckily we would stay at his cottage. I remember nights at the cottage that mom and dad would be fighting. They’d go outside thinking the world was asleep but in actuality one of the four children stayed up, just in case. Maybe thats why I find such peace in the night now. I remember looking up at the moon and wishing for the quiet to find the cottage. Almost like looking for the Blue Fairy in Pinocchio, but wishing we could enjoy one summer with no fighting.

Summer was always us on the move. My parents always wanted to go see some museum or landmark so we could talk about it in school. But looking back at my memories, I dont remember them. I remember being there and being able to say “i’ve been there!” But the memories must have faded or maybe there are other things blocking it.

The last vacation we ever took as a family was the car accident that I still have nightmares today about. No one knows the effect of watching someone you look up at walk away from a situation that is terrifying. Or the pain that even years later you buried deep and in the depths of the night keeps you awake.

I remember this night as clear as day. Mom was driving and had a bag of chocolate donuts. She had the radio on and kept reaching into that bag as if they were the best donuts in the world. Dad was in the passenger seat asleep. We were in a GMC truck and my sister and I were asleep on the bench seat. My youngest brother was in a car seat and my other brother was laying across the floor. The trucks were zooming past us in the fast lane and the truck would shift cuz of the wind and the camper. I remember my dad muttering something. Then almost like in slow motion I watched my father reach over, grab the steering wheel and jar it. I remember my mom screaming and everything going black. I remember waking up to my mom trying to wake me up from the driver seat. She had blood all across her face and there was glass everywhere. I remember sitting up and my head hurting and I looked around at what happened. We were in some field and my father, the police officer, was 50-75 yards away from the car in the headlights. Then everything going black. I remember waking up and someone lady (mom calls her the angel) pulling off and asking if we needed help. I remember getting in the car but then nothing else. I dont remember who was in that car or if my parents were there.

Now you are probably wondering, does this all really matter? Havent you moved past it?

I thought I had.

But again as I reflect back on 31 years, I realize I made my personality, at this moment, all about my family. Putting on the show to make sure that no one knew things were wrong. No one knew that my family was hurting. I learned to bury my true emotions and pretend everything is fine. Yet the child in me who witnessed all this, is screaming. She’s screaming because she was forced to grow up. As many times as she thought about suicide or hurting herself so her parents would pay some sort of attention, she is screaming.

I remember going to a birthday party and we had gone to the movies. When we returned I was picked up and brought straight to the house where there were cops. I remember being confused because I had such a nice time out. To finding out later that dad had beat the shit out of mom. I dont remember anything else from that day. I just remember one day before heading to high school my mother made me listen to the recording of my dad beating her. Her idea was that then I would understand that men could not be trusted and they may say they love you but they dont mean it. I remember listening to the 45 minutes of recording and going to high school as if nothing happened. I can’t remember the feelings of that day or what happened. I must have blocked those days out. But I do remember telling myself I needed to protect my mother.

Again, why dont I move on from this? Cuz the high schooler is screaming. She wanted to be a normal teenager and couldn’t. I had a helicopter mother who kept us busy with church if I wasn’t busy with school. I remember that is when my mom became more involved with the church. She was staying away from home and would be at church. Again, the high school me screams because I remember there being times I needed to be picked up and I would sit for HOURS waiting for her or for the activity bus. I dont blame my mother. I just wish my parents would have gotten help.

Now here we are, fast forward to tonight. Its 12:30 at night and my father just texts me now Happy Birthday. My mother and I arent talking because she thinks I stole stuff from her. Is this where I wanted to be at 31? Is this the life that high school me, little me or even my 20’s me thought I’d be at? No. The pain of these memories are just like ripping a bandage of a cut that hasnt healed. Maybe, I just need to get help. That’s why I’m where I’m at because I chose to be comfortable. I was so afraid of being alone for the rest of my life that I chose comfortability.

So, I sit here… on my 31st birthday with tears running down my face wondering where could I have changed the path I was on. At what point did the Adjustment Bureau put me on this path that now I wish would change. Cuz here I sit on my 31st birthday, wishing for change. Rebelling and ready to start living my 20’s in my 30’s. Married to someone who I dont think understands me, but doesnt like who I am becoming. I dont’t even know who I am becoming. I’m not even close to the person I was at 17. Which I guess, is a good thing?

Edit: Then again, do I want people to become close to me? Or do I push them away because the puzzle of my life is tossed in with many other 1,000 piece puzzles and it isn’t worth trying to separate the pieces. Or am I just afraid no one will understand me and jump to conclusions. No, the adult me is stuck protecting the little girl, the teenager, and the adult and putting a smile on everyday. Even though everyone is screaming and I can’t find the light switch to turn the lights off so we can sleep.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Crackin’ the Code

prompt: Harry and YN tie the knot in a beautiful castle off the coat of Italy. Harry reflects back on his life before his love. YN has past insecurities creep on on her before the wedding.

note: this is the necklace that YN receives as (one) her wedding gifts from H and she wears it during the ceremony.

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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The world expected an extravagant wedding with week-long festivities, celebrations in destinations only the richest could afford, and all the big names of the business world who ran in his circle.

The media outlets were just waiting, quite impatiently, for the day that the richest man in Europe settled down with a significant other. They would have news stories for decades when it came to the couple.

Of course, Harry Styles was going to marry a household name - the public thought.

Whether it be an heiress, a model, maybe even an actress? The choices for the most eligible bachelor were limitless.

Any time he was at an event, usually a charity gala or black-tie dinner, paparazzi would take candid pictures of him with any female and then the following day publish an article about how they were a couple.

However, what the world didn’t know was that he’s been in a relationship for a year and a half, has already been engaged after the eight month mark, and moved into pretty soon after but that was hushed.

Nearly no one except a few key employees and family members knew about the couple. Everyone in his office building in the heart of London had to sign NDA’s at the beginning of their job - though almost all of them didn’t know she existed.

Harry did not put any limits on YN for the wedding planning.

No price, no expectations, nothing. If she wanted ten-thousand people or zero people in attendance that was her call. If she wanted to drop ten million dollars on a wedding or a hundred that was fine too.

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding.

Well he had but no in the terms most do. He didn’t sit and imagine the venue, the food menu, or the decorations.

No, he didn’t care about any of that, he daydreamed about the fact that he and someone would commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

He was usually a very patient man, couldn’t have gotten where he was if he wasn’t. When it came to this, each day he wasn’t married to the love of his life felt like torture.

Since he proposed to her in his briefs in their bedroom, he had imagined her looking immaculate in whatever she chose to wear, exchanging vows of devotion, and then being tied together for life.

He never thought he would get here. He’d never felt a connection with someone like he had with the feisty waitress who bumped into him. Begin to believe that he was broken or lacking emotion because no matter how sweet the girl was he couldn’t see himself with the person.

Don’t get him wrong.

He took many women out on dates that were downright awful. Asking him about money, suggesting he take them on expensive vacations or buy them a designer item, being too forward and palming his crotch in the middle of dinner.

One of the last dates he went on before he gave up was the one that made him stop looking all together, about six months before he ran in YN.

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It was an expensive restaurant in the heart of London. It had a waitlist for months but one call and they could magically make an available booth for the billionaire within the hour.

The girl he was sitting across from was a so-to-speak blind date.

A set up by one of his business partners who stated that they would be a good match. Harry had rolled his eyes at that but couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough to say ‘no.’

Her name was Aria, she had a respectable job at a local law firm as an assistant to a very well-known lawyer in the area.

She was beautiful in the way of looking just like an instagram model with long dark extensions, false eyelashes that made it hard to determine what color her eyes were, and an outfit that made Harry a bit embarrassed to be seen with her - short and low cut at a five-star restaurant.

“Yeah, I just got back from Mallorca with a group of friends,” She tells him, flipping through the photo album on her phone to show him pictures.

When she ‘accidentally’ swipes (and slowly swipes) again so that Harry definitely gets a glimpse of a nude selfie.

Harry internally groans, couldn’t be less turned on by that, and doesn’t acknowledge it - much to Aria's disappointment.

She was fishing for a compliment, maybe a request for him to take the phone and look closer at the picture like most men would.

Instead he sits back, takes a sip of his wine, and nods curtly, “It looks like you had a good time.”

She stumbles for a second, confused by his sudden standoffishness, and clicks her phone locked before putting it next to her on the table, “Did I offend you?”

He was already done with the date, with the dating scene, with fucking everything honestly.

What a goddamn waste of a night.

Harry barks out a cruel laugh, “It takes a lot more to offend me than a picture of y’tits but it’s a bit offensive that y’think so little of yourself that you think that’s how y’going to impress me. Those tits didn’t impress me much, darling.”

Aria’s eyes narrow in blatant disbelief at how much of an asshole he was being.

Granted, she did feel a bit of embarrassment creeping up in her stomach about thinking showing him that picture was a good idea but still, he didn’t need to react like that.

“It really makes sense why you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s because of what an asshole you are,” The girl sneers with venom as she tucks her phone into her clutch, swigging down the last drops of the expensive wine.

He shrugs like he’s unbothered, a nasty feeling quilling in the pit of his stomach as he keeps an outward expression of nonchalance and ease, it make the raven-haired woman even more furious as he replies cooly, “I’m not being an asshole, honesty hurts sometimes. Maybe if you think the way you attract someone is by nude pictures, you should try Tinder or Bumble.”

“I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have,” Aria tells him before pushing out her chair and leaving before the main course even arrives.

Harry sits there for a moment, swallowing and pleading with himself to not let the nasty words set in because they felt too real and too personal - she had actually struck some type of chord within and it had his stomach churning.

When he pays the bill, apologizing profusely for leaving dinner before the entree arrives but with an excuse of a company emergency - it’s eerily quiet in his car as he drives home to his massive home with no one in it.

It doesn’t happen often.

He should call his mum, Gemma, Dorothy even to talk it out but he feels so fucking alone because he can’t get it right. He can’t connect with anyone and it is starting to feel hopeless.

He is angry, so angry at himself, that he can’t shake the feeling of it and he feels like he’s losing control because he never fucking talks about his emotions.

A beautiful set of dishware was sitting out his dining room table, the housekeeper had carefully unwrapped them earlier in the day.

They were imported from Beijing, decorated with real gold, and handcrafted. It had cost him nearly forty-thousand dollars for a set of fucking plates and bowls.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

It is repeatedly on a loop in his head, glares at the items on the dinner table like they’re mocking him, and he has no wits about himself before he’s taking one of the beautiful bowls and throwing it against the wall as hard as possible.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

By the time he’s done, his chest is heaving, and his face is red.

When reality starts to set back in, every single item from the set is destroyed on the floor, the wall’s paint chipped from where he’d hurled them.

He was so fucked up.

Harry couldn’t help but relieve the feelings of that nasty flashback. He couldn’t believe that he had been at that point in his life - not when he had the most all-consuming, amazing in every single way woman laying next to him in his bed.

YN had shown Harry that he had never been broken, he had just been waiting.

She was his soulmate and he had been waiting for her since forever. He truly believed that as he looked at the girl next to him with enough emotion his heart might burst.

She was just...everything.

YN was so fucking funny - the funniest person Harry had ever met. She was loving in a way that made you feel like you belonged. Compassionate in a way that makes you want to be more selfless yourself. Intelligent enough that it was breathtaking and unreal - and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

She was uncaring of who Harry was - in the most perfect way.

Money wasn’t a personality trait that she defined him with. She loved him for who he was at the bare basics, stripped away from his public life.

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were.

Bared face and more beautiful than the highest-paid models.

Her body was her own, embracing every curve and inch of it without any shame. Let herself be authentic in front of Harry which made him feel like he had won a secret lottery.

Right now, she was fast asleep next to him in bed after stuffing herself full of oreos that she was dunking in milk. She ignored Harry’s looks of disgust at the soggy cookies and munched away happily which made him happy in turn.

She still had a dark crumb on the corner of her puffy lips, her mouth parted just the slightest amount, and her face smushed halfway into the pillow.

The shirt she had on was so oversized she was swimming in it and a pair of soft pink cheeky underwear.

Currently, she was the farthest thing from graceful and Harry loved that so fucking much.

As they lay mere days away from their wedding, remembering that nasty flashback, he can’t help but remember their first date and how he had known from them that he had finally found a spark, a connection to another human being.

Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous.

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that.

It was an unsettling feeling that was currently pooling in the pit of his stomach as he changed his outfit for the third time before finally being somewhat satisfied with the suit he had picked out - tighter black jeans, black button-up, black blazer - couldn’t go wrong there. ***

YN had texted him asking what she should wear for their first date when Harry told her he was going to keep it simple and take her to a restaurant.

He had to dress nice, it was an expensive restaurant that he had not taken any other dates to before, it was right outside of London - going towards the countryside with a beautiful view of a meadow and stream.

When he had arrived in front of her apartment, well he had never been on this side of town, and it quite frankly looked like the roof of her building was about to collapse at any minute. It was rough to say the least.

Harry had picked out a car he thought would impress her. He remembered her saying the doors of his Lamborghini were stupid so he picked a car with normal doors this time. It was his new Audi Quattro that had cost him upwards of 170,000 pounds. ***

YN had popped out of the front door, her face didn’t read impressed when she saw the car like he had hoped. It was interesting before YN, he did not care whether or not his dates were impressed by him - now he craved it.

She looked extraordinary in a form fitting silky black dress that hugged every single curve of her body perfectly while accentuating them at the same time. Minimal makeup, loose waves, and simple high heels - it was like a dream that he was taking this girl out on a date. ***

When she slips into the passenger seat, the smell of her floral yet cinnamon perfume makes the car smell heavenly, she looks over at him and says, “You didn’t even come open the door for me. We’re off to a bad start, Harry.”

His heart sinks, fuck - he had been blindsided by her beauty that he wasn’t even being a proper gentleman, “M’so sorry, I wa-”

She chirps out a tender laugh, patting his arm, “You’re face, oh my god. I was just fucking with you.”

Harry’s frown turns into a pout, “S’not nice, pet.”

YN shrugs before a bit self-consciously adjusting the fabric around her midsection, “Erm, I hope this outfit is nice enough? It’s really the only semi-decent thing I own.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’look absolutely stunning. I can’t even believe y’real to be honest, so fuckin’ pretty.”

YN gives him a shy, unsure smile but he can tell she’s preening at the compliment internally (which she totally is).

The restaurant is one of the nicest in England, let alone London.

There wasn’t even a menu, they just served eight courses over a few hours time by servers in suits with bowties on.

YN had never felt more out of place.

As they sat down, Harry was proud that he was able to show off his abilities for a good date, YN was looking around nervously before looking up at the server and saying, “We didn’t get menus yet.”

The man gives her a humorous expression before telling her, “We don’t do menus here, miss. Your date is a regular, I am sure he can fill you in. However, we are starting off with a Cabernet from 2001 imported from Napa, California.”

As he pours the wine into their sparkling glasses, she asks unknowingly, “I don’t really like wine. Is there any way I could get a Coke?”

Harry frowns when the server laughs meanly at her, “Ma’am this isn’t McDonald’s. We do not carry soda. I can provide you with water, if you so wish.”

Harry can’t help but snap at the waiter, “Oi, she’s never been here before. Lay off with the attitude alright?”

“My apologies, Mr. Styles,” He murmurs obediently before finishing the pouring off the whine and retreating from the table.

YN is trying to hide how uncomfortable she is but it is still obvious with how she fidgets in her seat, doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands as she doesn’t even bother to reach towards the wine glass.

“This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Harry murmurs, embarrassment with his failure to impress her with an expensive car and dinner.

It was falling flat and it was the only thing he knew how to do - flaunt his wealth, everyone else had always been impressed.

“No, it isn’t,” She agrees quietly, fingers folding the edges of the cloth napkin to keep her anxiousness directed somewhere, “I appreciate this, er, dinner. I thought we were going to go somewhere like Mary’s.”

Mary’s was a restaurant that was considered ‘nice’ to the commoners in the city. It was a bit more expensive than a pub and the attire was a bit fancier than if you were going out to a bar.

For someone like Harry, that was not considered a fancy restaurant.

However, YN was not him and this was not something that she had ever been accustomed to. He now definitely felt like an idiot.

It’s made even worse when a massive plate is put in front of each of them.

The plate is huge but the dish is merely one scallop with a lemon sauce and sprinkle of parsley on top. YN can’t even try to hide her confusion at the food.

“I’ve mucked this date up,” Harry sighs, nearly thirty minutes into the actual date.

YN had taken a small bite of the scallop before setting down her fork and not touching it again - it tasted like dirty feet. Did rich people like that taste?

She decides not to answer directly, “I already know you have money. It doesn’t ‘wow’ me. I was hoping for a fun date, this is….nice but quite truthfully, not for me. I prefer a pub or bowling - this feels more like a business meeting.”

Harry usually doesn’t have dates that are this honest with him.

He feels embarrassed but he really did appreciate her honesty. He should have known to do something different than this but he was comfortable with his normal pattern.

“Can we get out of here?” YN asks, placing the napkin back on the table and gathering up her small purse to swing over her shoulder.

He feels defeated as he nods, paying for the meal in full as he accepts that he’s fucked up the date beyond repair by being an arrogant, ignorant asshole who doesn’t truly know how to talk to a girl he likes.

It’s quiet as he starts the car and pulls back onto the road, he startles a bit when YN points to a glowing sign of a golden arch and demands, “Go there.”

With a bit of confusion, Harry pulls into the McDonald’s parking lot and then to the drive-thru as she motions for him to do so.

God, he hasn’t been to a fast food joint in years now if he was being honest.

When they pull up to the screen, YN leans across and shoots out their food order with ease before sitting back with a smug smile, “We’re going to have a date my way.”

Harry sighs with relief when he realizes the date isn’t over - but really just beginning. They sit and chat in the parking lot. He is thoroughly impressed when YN manages a box of nuggets, a fry, and a milkshake without shame.

Not like she should be shameful - just usually on dates women were hesitant to actually eat and instead picked carefully at their food instead. Their conversation in the car is bright, at some points deep and meaningful, but refreshing. It made him feel young again.

After they finished eating, she’s ordering him to drive a bit further out into the country where he can’t help but make the joke, “Are y’taking me somewhere to kill me?” YN smiles happily with a wide grin, “You’ll just have to wait to see.”

It ends up being a lake. A beautiful body of water that was surrounded by trees that were being reflected into the ripples with the light of the moon. The only sounds were of crickets chirping and the light lapping of the water against the small shore. ***

“I used to come here a lot in the summer in high school,” YN murmurs as Harry takes in the scenery of everything. It had been so long since he had appreciated nature - not the bright clear waters in the tropics but something like this.

“S’beautiful,” Harry replies, can’t help but observe this girl he’s infatuated beauty in the moonlight.

Her skin looks like it’s glowing, the moon sparkling off the twinkle of her iries, and she just looked...ethereal. Like she belonged in the beauty of the wilderness.

He couldn’t believe his eyes - had to blink harshly a few times to make sure he’s not imagining it when she pulls the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and shimmy the garment down her body until she’s left in a delicate lace bra and cheeky pair of underwear.

Harry, always the gentleman, keeps his eyes (with effort) on her face. Unsure of what is going on in her mind before she turns around with a little run and dives headfirst into the deep waters before popping back up and giggling, “Jump in!”

She’s just so...carefree, adventurous. Harry hadn’t felt free in fucking years.

It has him shucking out of all of his clothing, just down to his tight black briefs before he’s diving in, right next to her, and feeling around. He wraps his hand around her ankle to teasingly tug her under with him before they both surface.

As they wad in the water, YN swims over to him, and wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Her soaking wet hair was dripping and he was breathing heavy, feeling his ribcage expand against her soft tummy.

She murmurs quietly over the light lapping over the water, “You haven’t even looked at me once.”

Harry swallows, feeling like a schoolboy again, “I...I didn’t want to without permission.”

“I want you to look at me,” YN replies, letting her nose nudge his and her eyes searching into his nervous ones.

He nods, closing his eyes when he feels her lips brush his, letting his large palms grip at her sides and pull her closer to his chest. Their lips not breaking when his hands begin to explore the intricate, plush curves of her body.

They don’t do anything else, don’t go any further but he groaning when she traces her fingertips down his muscular, defined abs and thumb rubbing over the trail of light hair leading into his briefs.

After a swim, filled with splashing and dunking, they retired to lay in the grass. Both of their backs, looking up at the clear night sky, moon full and stars glittering against the stark darkness that surrounds it.

YN wriggle until she’s tucked into his side, hand running up and down his chest, as she says, “I’m sorry your date didn’t go as planned. I ruined it.”

“Y’didn’t ruin anything. I...I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” Harry admits as he gives off an embarrassed laugh, “I..I’m a little bit scared, to be honest.”

“Scared? Of what?” YN asks, lips pressing against a tattoo on his bare shoulder.

“Because I already am falling for you,” Harry utters, heart racing and his eyes glued upwards and pointedly not wanting to see her interaction.

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

“Yeah, I would say. I’m falling too,” YN whispers before leaning up to connect their lips once more as the moon rises further in the sky and the crickets sing a little louder. They lay like that for a very long time.

Harry went home that night for the first time not feeling the empty weight of his loneliness, instead he feel asleep imagining the beautiful, spontaneous girl next to him in his bed.

It wasn’t going to be the wedding everyone expected for The Harry Styles. **

There was not many invites set out for this event. It wasn’t the wedding of the century or the most expensive wedding of the decade.

Harry would have let his wife-to-be have this day however she wanted without complaint but could say he was very happy that it was going to a be a low-key event. It was going to be some of YN’s family, though she didn’t have much, and Harry’s extended family. No one from work or business. Just family.

They had just gotten finished with the rehearsal dinner, the couple being ordered to separate rooms for the final night before they were married. It was tradition.

Harry had walked YN to her hotel room, they were staying at the venue, and pressed her up against the door. His hand coming to weave into her meticulously curled hair and cupping the back of her head, bring her mouth to his.

He wastes no time in letting his tongue find hers, hips coming to press her further back against the aged wood, and his teeth nipping roughly at her plump bottom lip, “Baby, y’gonna be m’wife tomorrow.”

YN’s eyes twinkle up at him like they did during their first date, “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

His fiance laughs kindly as he gets a bit watery eyed, her thumb coming to swipe under his eye, she jokes, “Are you regretting proposing now?”

“Just never knew I could be this happy,” He murmurs against her lips, can’t help but reach around to grip a generous amount of her backside and pulling her flush against him where he’s hardening quickly.

“Mm, down boy. You don’t get the goods until tomorrow,” YN scolds, hand wrapping around his wrist and squeaking when he squeezes harder to get the point across - how much he wants her, all the fucking time.

“Want it now, pet,” Harry whines lowly, grinding his hips forward into her, “Give it t’me, y’mouth, y’cun-”

“Alright lovebirds! Separate now!” Gemma barks to interrupt with the laughter of their childhood friend Chloe.

They pull Harry by the back of the shirt and push him forward towards his room, Gemma smiles back at YN, “Make him put a ring on it before you give it to him!”

“Gem!” Harry scolds with a whine, giving his fiance puppy dog eyes and a pouted bottom lip, “Baby, don’t let them take me!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you!” YN shouts back, waving and smiling to herself as she opens up the door to her room and then locking it after she steps in. It feels weird being in a hotel room without him but she was a bit sweaty and her nerves were wiry so she decided a nice bath would be a good idea.

It’s past two in the morning and she was no less ready to find sleep. The worries of whether everything will be set up properly, if she’ll stutter during her vows, there were just so many things that could go wrong.

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment.

She was marrying her husband at an amazing castle on the coast of italy with family to surround them in love. She had the perfect dress, the perfect flowers, the perfect partner. ***

She had never had it easy. Never thought she would deserve something like this. Harry had made her feel worthy of all this, they deserved to have a happy ever after.

When it hits three in the morning, she can’t stand the quiet of the italian countryside anymore, and is swinging her legs over the bed. She pockets the keycard Harry gave her earlier in the day in her cotton shorts before sneaking out of her room.

After she taps the card to the sensor, the large oak doorknob clicks, she slips in and closes the door as silently as possible. YN steps in to the room, Harry's asleep in his bed on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow.

Harry’s facial expression and body language while he was awake was so severe, serious, intimidating. In sleep, his face was lax and his limbs loose. He looked more boyish when he was dreaming.

YN’s heart aches at how much she loves him, pulling the covers up, and crawling under them until she’s jostling him unintentionally, waking him from his light sleep with a mumble, “Baby, y’okay? Wha’s wrong? Y’alright?”

She giggles at his dazy panic, “I just missed you.”

“Mmm,” Harry agrees, pulling her all the way down and rolling on top of her, “Missed y’more.”

“You’re like a toaster!” YN squeals as he’s encompasses her, laying on her with his weight. His lips finding her pulse point and gently sucking. He was barely awake and he still couldn’t stop himself from her finding comfort in her body.

“I’m warmin’ y’up,” Harry growls against her neck before giving her a lick which has her giggling even more and pushing him off until he falls on his back and she’s swing her legs over his waist, straddling him.

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

YN shrugs, humming while he palms at her belly, and she (much to his disappointment) ignores where he’s hard and waiting for her.

“I want t’sleep with you,” She pleas sheepishly, leaning all the way over to connect their lips in a quickie peck before she’s moving off of him and into his side.

“Never say no to you, y’know that, dovie,” Harry replies as if it’s obvious (it is).

“We’re getting married tomorrow,” YN whispers into the dark, like it’s a secret just between the two.

Harry nuzzles his nose against her temple, “Never wanted anythin’ more than I want you.”

YN can’t help but sniffle softly, overwhelmed with emotion and love, “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You saved me. You saved me from myself, from where I was going. You gave me hope, feeling again. Y’are m’heart, it fuckin’ beats for you.”

It may not be tradition but YN wouldn’t of had it any other way, sleeping in a magnificent castle on the ethereal coast of Italy in a classic hotel room, and the excitement of their wedding rumbling in both of their stomachs.

“You sneaky bastards!” Bethany screeches, door flinging open with Gemma in tow as they intrude into Harry’s room - finding the couple curled up under the covers with Harry spooning YN with his face tucked into her hair.

“Fuck off,” Harry groans, pulling his fiance closer into his chest as she wriggles awake and whimpers lowly, “Mornin’ lovie.”

“Out out!” Gemma shoos, pulling the covers off of them and the sisters showing no mercy while they yank YN out of the bed and titter about how she needs to start getting ready, no time for cuddles, breaking traditions.

“Bring her back!” He whines childishly, hurling a pillow at his sister’s retreating back as they guide YN back to her own room.

“You’ll see her in a few hours!” Gemma shouts back before slamming the hotel room door and leaving Harry to doze off for just a few more minutes.

Hair and makeup went fast.

It was getting closer and closer to actually walking down the aisle towards her soon-to-be life partner and she’s never felt more nervous.

Rosemary and Bethany were all rushing around - attempting to get ready in the midst of getting the bride ready.

YN didn’t want to look like a doll or have any intense makeup. It was a soft champagne smokey eye with dewy skin and a glowing highlight. A nice lip with a bit of glittering gloss.

Her hair was in big, loose curls that cascaded down her back with the front pulled off of her face. A real white flower holding it back.

Then it was the dress. She was anxious about whether Harry would like it or not. She wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to wear - a massive ball gown, a form-fitting mermaid, or something less over-the-top?

It was a show-stopper that had her memorized when she had first seen it - could automatically imagined herself getting married in Italy with this on her body.

It was also one of the only times she didn’t even care about the price tag - she knew this was it. Yes, it was absurd to spend fifty thousand pounds on a dress but it was the one time she took advantage of Harry’s wealth.

It was flowy, reminding her of the soft waves that lapped at the coast of the italian beaches. It was sophisticated, classy with a sharp starch white that billowed into a dreamlike beauty.

What had made her fall in love was the sheer, detailed sleeves that gave the dress more of a vintage, glamour appearance than the modern tight-fit, overly sexy gowns that most brides wore nowawadays. ***

The train was long and sleek. It would trail beautifully down the aisle before being bustled for the reception. It made her feel confident in a way that an item of clothing next had made her feel before.

“Your tits look amazing,” Bethany compliments before giggling when their grandmum pinches her arm for her crude language.

YN couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She felt like her voice was stuck in her throat and it wasn’t moving.

It started to feel real.

The fact that Harry had proposed, had planned a wedding with her, that he was agreeing to marrying her today.

It was starting to scare her - no, not cold feet but anxiety that he would realize that he could do better than the lowly waitress.

Now, on a normal day, she wouldn’t be having these irrational thoughts. Today was different and it felt too good to be true.

Rosemary and Bethany sense the tension in the room, rub her shoulders, and respect her wishes when she asked for a moment alone.

YN debates picking up her phone, knowing he was busy with his bigger side of the family in the groom’s suite.

She finds herself picking up her mobile, dialing his number, and waiting with bated breath for his syrupy, warm voice to pour through the speaker.

“Everythin’ okay?” He answers, she can hear Anne and Gemma tittering about in the background, yelling at him to get a move on.

“I’m scared,” YN whispers, she holds back her tears because the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her meticulous makeup.

“Leavin’ me at the altar?” Harry jokes lowly, stepping away from prying ears.

YN giggles at his teasing tone, “Never. I…I feel like this is all too good to be true. Like it’s a dream and I’m going to wake up.”

Harry huffs, “Sweetheart. Y’my soulmate, if y’wake up - I’m right there with you, okay? God, if anyone is dreamin’ it’s me. I get t’marry the most beautiful, intelligent -“

Gemma’s voice interrupts him, “You already seduced her into marrying you! We don’t have time for this sweet talk!”

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

Rosemary was going to be the one walking her down the aisle to her new husband. It didn’t feel right to have anyone else do it as she was the one who raised her into the strong, independent woman she was today.

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding.

What would be more perfect than a cool evening in Italy? It was what she had dreamed about since she was little without the idea that it would ever happen.

The weather was absolutely perfect. There was a slight warm breeze that would keep the guests from being overheated, the sun was peeking in and out of vibrant white clouds that complimented the blue sky.

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing.

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about.

The old material had lovingly grown luscious ivy that kissed the walls in a swirling, natural design.

YN would never forget how beautiful that ivy had looked on her wedding day, encompassing the magnificent that was her soon-to-be husband.***

The venue was open, airy but still gave off an intimacy. There weren't many rows of chairs because not many were invited to share in such an ethereal experience where soulmates have found each other and were announcing their commitment to the world.

“Are you ready, my daughter?” Her grandmother had asked quietly as they lined up behind the expansive, old brick wall that hides them from the rest of the ceremony and crowd. She could hear the whispering as people took their seats.

YN nods, her vocal cords refusing to cooperate as she imagines Harry just as nervous on the opposite side with his family.

When the twinkling, traditional music begins from the small orchestra off to the side - the realization hits her - it is actually happening, right now.

Bethany puts her bouquet in front of her, giving one last meaningful smile at her sister before she takes her cue to turn the corner and begins her walk down the aisle.

It meant Harry was up there, watching as she was about to appear.

Then the orchestra’s melody became louder, more grand in the signaling for the guests to stand and turned toward the back of the room - awaiting the bride’s entrance to the ceremony.

Rosemary takes the initiative to hook their arms and guide her past the wall.

YN clutches onto her own flowers as if it’s her lifeline. ***

Every fear, insecurity, moment of self-doubt dissipates when her eyes connect to Harry’s. There is no longer a doubt in her mind that she wasn’t enough. It was a deep, unbreakable stare as Harry’s mouth parts in a gasp of awe.

He was in a suit that was undeniably him. It displayed how fucking regal he was, how it looked like he was handcrafted into the italian design, how it fit him just perfectly.

It wasn’t a normal tuxedo. It was a perfectly tailored, custom (of course) Gucci suit that excentuate his broad shoulders and the nip of his narrow hips *** ***.

YN can’t even hear the noise of the guests - whispering about how beautiful she looks.

All she can see is her future husband, who swallows harshly as an unexpected sob wracks through his chest at the sight of his bride.

The guests can’t help but look with wide eyes as the man they know - who they’ve barely ever seen smile, let alone cry, cannot control his emotions.

Gemma, who was his ‘best man’ which they deemed ‘best woman’, rubs his back soothingly with a watery smile herself at seeing her brother so estastatic as he looks at the woman of his dreams.

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

YN is holding back her own tears as she reaches the end of the aisle.

In tradition as old as time, Harry steps forward and Rosemary passes her hand over to him in a signal that she trusts him to take care of the girl she’s spent meticulous time raising and cultivating into the person she is today.

“I trust you to take care of my girl, she is now yours,” Rosemary tells Harry, her tone is calm and full of emotion as she allows Harry to lean over to kiss her cheek softly.

Harry nods, his usually stable voice shaky as he replies, “I promise, I’ll take care of her until the day I die.”

Rosemary nods before patting his cheek and finding her seat in the audience.

When they are finally standing face-to-face, YN reaches over to thumb off a stray tear that was sliding down his cheek before he turns his head to kiss her thumb then kissing her palm.

Harry didn’t even acknowledge that there was anyone else watching - it was just him and her.

“Y’look breathtaking, can’t believe y’mine,” Harry murmurs trembling, his chest moving faster than usual and it felt like it was nearly impossible for him to catch his breath as he looked at the woman in front of him.

When it comes to the vows, Bethany hands over her small piece of paper that she had scribbled onto and scratched out multiple times - never quite able to get the wording just right and she says just that.

“I couldn’t find the right words to explain my love for you,” She starts, voice raspy as she looks up to see Harry watching her raptly, eyes intense and only focused on her.

“And maybe there aren’t even words to explain it because nothing felt like enough. It is how I feel a lot of the time with you. I’ll never have enough of you because you’re all-consuming to me. I have never felt happiness like I have with you.”

YN is trying to stifle her tears as she continues, Harry reaches out to rub her arm in reassurance then he lightly brushes over the new necklace he had gifted her, “You’re by far the most complex, closed-off person I have ever met. I feel like you’ve allowed me to crack the code and once I did, I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve cracked my own code, you see.”

“The code to explaining my feelings for you will come with my dedication, love, loyalty to be your wife for the rest of our lives.”

Harry can’t help what he does next despite it not falling in line at the ceremony.

His hands come up to cup her jaw and he sears his lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion and emotion he cannot seem to keep in any longer. It’s too much, has to show her in that moment how much he loves her.

A few of his uncles whistle from the crowd as their wives smack their chests in warning.

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off.

The look in his eyes is one she knows extremely well - it sends shivers down her spine and makes her hair stand on end -, the stare down of lust and want.

“Mr. Styles,” The officiant redirects, nodding towards the piece of paper he has in his hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry mumbles, unraveling the wrinkled notecard he had tucked in his inner suit pocket.

“I knew I was in love with you the moment you spilled that drink on me and undressed me in that dodgy employee bathroom,” Harry says with full sincerity, smirking at YN’s blush when he brings up the way they met.

“I tried to talk myself out of it. It was impossible to fall in love in mere minutes of meeting someone but it was the truth. I knew after our first date that I wanted y’to be m’wife. I knew after the second that I wanted y’to be the mother of my babies one day. And by the third date, I was planning on buying you a ring.”

“It sounds insane because it is. I’ve never been an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment, hopeful person before you. You made me throw all that out of the window, you make me feel alive, and when I tell you that you saved me. You saved me, m’love.”

“There is a lot of uncertainty in this world but I can tell you one thing that is absolutely fuckin’ certain -”

“Harry,” YN hisses with an eye-roll at his crude language.

“The one thing that is absolutely certain in this world is that I will always love you, always take care of you, and always do everythin’ in m’power to make you happy.”

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless.

They’d never heard such passionate, meaningful vows from a couple.

This was not what they were expecting of Harry who had never once put his heart on his sleeve and right now he’d laid it all out on the table.

“YN LN, do you agree to take Harry Edward Styles as your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant asks, voice ringing against the walls of the castle.

YN has to take a big breath before she replies in a strong, firm voice as her eyes bore into Harry’s, “I do.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do you agree to take YN MN LN as your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant repeats.

Harry, in ever typical fashion, in his loud, booming voice replies, “Of course I fuckin’ do.”

The guests in the audience laugh lightly as the officiant states, “I now announce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. You may now kiss your bride.”

It doesn’t take more than a second for Harry to step forward, grip her face and pull her in for a kiss, it doesn’t matter that their family is there to him as he licks into her mouth which is bordering on obscene before YN brings it back to a softer, more appropriate one.

He whispers against his lips, barely audible, “Can’t believe y’my fucking wife, m’fucking heart.”

As people are moving towards the reception area, Harry manages to find a secluded area of the outside gardens where there is no one in sight.

“Baby, baby, y’married me,” Harry is nearly chanting, like he’s in disbelief, at the same time he’s cornering his new bride up against the brick wall with his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses down her shoulder.

“Mmm, it was everything I ever imagined, it was so beautiful. Everything I had imagined for our day,” YN replies blissfully, hands running carefully through his meticulously styled hair.

When he bends down and lifts up the bottom of her dress, she giggles when he ducks his head underneath all the tulle and fabric, finding a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that are supposed to be saved for later.

“Harry,” YN scolds half-heartedly, it would only take one person to find them in this undeniable inappropriate situation but she willingly let him push her further against the brick and take one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Baby, these fuckin’ panties,” He groans, muffled by the barrier of the heavy fabric, and she hisses when pulls them down to the thick of her thighs and his mouths finds her center within moments.

“Fu-fuck,” She hisses, trying to keep her moans down as he wastes no time in pushing in two thick fingers to curve towards her front as his tongue laps quickly and sloppily on her clit until it feels like she’s about to explode.

“S’right, fuckin’ m’cunt. I have it f’the rest of my life, found the best one,” Harry mutters against her wet skin, almost to himself like he can’t even believe the words, before he’s back to speeding up his fingers to match the rhythm of his mouth until she’s quivering for a whole other reason now.

It takes a few minutes for Harry to calm himself down enough to be able to go into the reception, he tells YN that he can’t even look at her right now because if he does he’ll be perpetually hard throughout the whole thing.

The reception is more of a dinner than a party.

Fairy lights strung above the two long tables where decadent, mouth-watering food was served with the orchestra playing light, melodic music in the background. ***

It was perfect.

Their family drank, laughed, ate, and were merry.

Everyone was basking in each other’s company, congratulating the new couple, and enjoying all the beauty that was surrounding them at the castle.

There is not much more to say than that.

The honeymoon suite was located on one of the highest floors of the castle, away from all of the other wedding guests and staff.

YN was sure it was beautiful but from the moment she was carried over the threshold, she didn’t see anything but her new husband - he was blinding in his beauty. His skin was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat from the reception, and the still warm bite in the breeze. ***

“Sweetheart, baby. Please let m’undress you, y’my wife,” Harry pleas softly, his hands are everywhere - her face, her shoulders, hips - continuously wandering as if it’s impossible to find one place to settle.

“Please, c’mon. I need you, H,” She agrees, letting him take down the zipper on the side of her gown.

The expensive garment discarded on the floor in a pool of fabric as he fully takes in her lingerie set. ***

“Fuck me, darlin’,” Harry chuckles in amazement, fingertips tracing over the delicate lace that was stitched by Alessandro Michele himself for the bride, "Y’body is a god damn dream, look at you. - fuck.”

“Please,” His wife whimpers, voice desperate as his light and careful touches are no longer enough.

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers, moving her back until he can have her right where he wants her, on her back in the middle of the massive, blanket-ridden bed - her white lingerie standing out against the dark duvet.

Harry had always imagined this night.

To have someone laid out underneath him.

No rush, no urgency but to truly, physically show that person through touch that you love them.

He starts near her collarbone, feathery heated kisses that warm her skin as she welcomes him with heavy weight on top of her so eager he wasn’t even undressed yet.

When his mouth finds her nipples through the sheer fabric, she pushes her chest up in encouragement as he bites at the nubs with sharp but careful teeth that wet the fabric.

“It feels so good, baby,” YN mewls, letting him nip and suck for a moment before pushing him up until he’s rid of every inch of fabric that had been covering his body.

“M’always gonna make y’feel good. I’ll fuck you wherever, wehenver cause you’re m’wife,” Harry grunts, impatiently reaching behind to unclasp the corset until her breasts spill free and jiggle in a way that makes his mouth water.

“Wait, wait,” YN puts a hand to his cheek when he already has his mouth darting out to lap at her hardened nipple.

“Don’t make me wait, m’heart,” Harry grumbles with a furrowed brow, his hand still unable to stop from reaching up to palm at her full breasts, thumbs rolling the nipples as he stares fiercely up at her.

“You know how you got me a present?” YN murmurs, biting back a whimper when a zip of electricity shoots from her nipple down to where she’s already dripping for him, “I got you something too.”

Harry’s face relaxes, it’s like he finds his grounding again, “Baby, didn’t need t’get me anythin’. Y’the best fuckin’ gift I could have gotten. Does look beautiful sittin’ between y’tits though.”

His new wife giggles, “Well I really hope you like mine….it’s non-refundable.”

He looks at her with confusion even more so when she wriggles down her panties and flips on her belly with her arms resting under chin.

Of course, Harry finds it immediately and she can tell by the deep, pleased growl he emits from the back of his throat, “You fuckin’ didn’t.”

“I did.”

It was his name, small and cursive right on her bum cheek.

After they got engaged, he went out and got her name tattooed on his pec - much to her dismay.

She had never talked about returning the favor and had kept it the ultimate surprise.

“I think I almost just came from this,” Harry rasps, his fingers tracing the small ink over and over in awe, “Baby, y’put m’name on your bum. It makes y’look like my property, sweetheart.”

“I am yours,” YN giggles, yelping when she feels his teeth graze the sensitive skin before he’s suckling and licking at his name - can’t take his eyes off the beauty of her.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” He agrees whole-heartedly, his hands calming to cup and palm at her cheeks as he fawns over his wedding present, “This is the best present I’d ever fuckin’ received, fuck - never goin’ to get over this.”

He doesn’t want to look away from the tattoo but knows how he wants to fuck his wife for the first time so he flips her onto her back once again, lips finding hers.

She whispers, hand wrapping around his cock, “Still have to pay you back for earlier.”

“No blowies tonight, pet. We’re goin’ to do it the right way, m’gonna make love to you,” Harry murmurs, his lips finding hers as he bats her hand away to grasp at his thick base. He teases the sensitive head over her clit and entrance a few times before slowly sinking in.

“Ohh, been ready for you all day. You looked like a fucking wet dream standing at the alter, waiting for me,” YN sighs happily, wriggling her hips to adjust a bit before she spreads her legs and lets Harry rest in between them, “Ever since I saw you in the suit, I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, baby? I can tell, y’so wet, warm f’me,” Harry praises, his movements are slow and unrushed, their hips meeting gently as he pushes in each time with care, “Can’t believe y’gonna let me have this for the rest of m’life.”

“I love you so so much,” She utters breathlessly as he continues to make her feel so fucking full - emotionally and physically, “Best husband ever, can’t believe it.”

Harry chuckles tenderly, “Baby, I need y’to come soon. I’m so close, never come this quick. The thought of y’being my wife is making it impossible to last then with the tatto-”

YN soothes his hair in understanding, pushing up to meet their lips and allow their tongues to dance as he lifts her thigh against his hip to thrust in with a bit more force. His thumb comes to her clit to spur her along which doesn’t take much with how aroused she’s been all day.

Harry follows right after, much to his embarrassment of his lack of stamina but can you blame him? He has the hottest fucking wife on the planet.

“Round two?” YN smirks as he leans down to pepper kisses all over her cheeks. She knows the night has just begun.

“Mmm,” He agrees instantly, “Now that we made love, m’gonna fuck y’from behind so I can watch my name jiggle on your arse.”

And that’s what he does. It takes nearly no rebound time, flips her on her belly again to gaze and worship his name as he fills out in no time again. His fingers occasionally dip back between her thighs to tease at her entrance before he swipes her own wetness on the tattoo to lick it off.

She’s tired, exhausted from the events of the day but wants to reach that last orgasm before sleep overtakes them.

On her hands and knees, Harry doesn’t pound into her like he normally would.

Instead, he eases back in with eyes darting between his wedding present and where they’re connecting, his thumb diligently rubbing hard and steady circle on her nerves.

“C’mon wifey, need y’to not be stubborn,” Harry goads, feeling his release coming again - he pinches her clit with just enough pressure that has her whining before Harry has to hold her up by the waist as she quivers.

It has him finishing right after with a gentle smack to her bumcheek, the skin already tender and sore from all of his attention on the spot as it was.

“I loved your vows,” YN murmurs against his chest. He had wrapped her up in one of the plush blankets and he had pulled on a tight pair of briefs and they were laying on a lounge chair on the blacony under the italian stars.

“I loved yours just as much, y’did crack the code m’love ‘cause now I’m yours forever,” Harry rumbles, his voice raspy with drowsiness.

Little did they know that in a few short years, they would be back under these italian stars with knowledge that they were growing a little product of their love in her belly.

A litte baby named Ivy, just like the beautiful, lucious nature that had decorated the place in magneificent as they spoke vows - dedicating their lives to each other.

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stanleyparableaudio · 2 years

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Transcript:

At 15 minutes

Good to see that enthusiasm, keep it up, Stanley! Just 3 hours and 45 minutes left to go!

At 30 minutes

Ok, so clearly you're in it for the long haul, although I find it hard not to believe you're simply running a program to click the button over and over automatically.

Which kind of ruins the point of the game, don't you think? Wouldn't that take the art out of it? You can tell me in your post-playtest analysis.

At 1 hour

Just popping in to say hi. I hope you weren't expecting more regular intervals of commentary from me. But that's not why you're here, is it? You're here for the game!

For the art! For the endlessly spiralling sense of pointlessness and despair! Yes, this is what drives your every action! Keep clicking that button! For hope! For freedom! For science! For love! Don't ever, ever stop!

At 2 hours

You know, I've been spending the last 2 hours here embroiled in thought, and it's occurred to me: this game is incomplete! It's missing something, it still doesn't have that... oomph.

What is it, I thought to myself, what could possibly be missing from this incredible experience? And then in a moment of rapture, as though delivered by angels, it came to me.

Before this moment I was blind, but those days are behind us. I now understand the true manifestation of this game. It needs... a puppy!

(wall opens to reveal a puppy)

That's right, this puppy is being lowered toward an aquarium filled with nothing but piranha! Now you have to click the second button to avert the puppy's death in addition to the baby's!

This is it Stanley, art! I did it! Video games are art! Ah, but you have good 2 hours or so to go, so I'll just let you get to that. No time to waste when there is such a meaningful game to be played. Bonne chance, mon ami!

At 2 hours 30 minutes

Ah, good to see both the puppy and the baby are still alive. It warms my heart to see how deeply the message of this game has resonated with you.

I can only imagine the joy welling up in your chest, the sheer joy of such pure distilled life essence flowing through your veins.

It must be amazing! I'm jealous of you, truly, I am. No seriously! I'm deeply envious of your position at this very moment.

At 3 hours

Ah, the joy of artistic expression must be even stronger now! Drink it in, Stanley, few people on this planet will ever get such an experience.

Peer through space and time, the universe unravels itself at your feet. This is the one true meaning of life!

At 3 hours 20 minutes

I know we said this would go for 4 hours, but what if... you never stopped? Think about it, you could just keep going forever!

Visitors would come from around the world to see the man who never stopped pushing the buttons! You would be famous! That's what you've always wanted, right? To be famous?

That and the surging power of artistic beauty to flow through you for all of eternity. You could have both of these things! We'll talk about it when you get there.

At 3 hours 40 minutes

Have we really been doing this for over three and a half hours? Goodness, how the time flies! Wouldn't you say it's flown? Oh no, you don't have to answer that, I understand you're quite busy. Just keep at it! Almost there!

At the end

(room begins to shake)

Nearly there Stanley, art itself is about to burrow into your skull. Aren't you excited for spiritual immortality?

For transcendence and oneness with the beauty and essence of all beings? Just a few seconds now, here it comes...!

#never heard any of this before and inconsolable about all of it #the stanley parable #voice

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tobesoalive · 3 years

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Josh Kiszka NSFW Alphabet (Smut Headcanons)

ok....so I've been wanting to do one of these for a while and I may have gotten a little carried away. This is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written, please forgive me. let me know if you guys wanna see more stuff like this, maybe with the other boys? idk anyways enjoy!!

Warnings: Everything....

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Josh likes to stay inside you for a minute after he finishes, either burying his head in the crook of your neck or pressing his forehead to yours. Once you are both ready to part, he immediately goes to get you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to clean you up, making sure you’re doing okay. Sometimes one of you will suggest to clean off in the shower or soak in the bath for a little bit, and the entire time he’ll hold you close and press kisses to your temple, cooing words of praise and telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Josh loves his mouth, how it can give you passionate kisses and whisper praises, but also bring you to an orgasm so easily. He loves your hands, the feeling of them roaming the expanse of his skin, how they look wrapped around his cock, and the tingle he gets when you tug his hair and claw his back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There is nothing Josh loves more than being buried deep inside you when he cums. He loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, loves to see his seed leak out of you when he’s pulled out, using his fingers to fuck it back into you. As far as your release goes, what he loves most is feeling you fall apart on his tongue, tasting your release turns him on more than anything.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Every once and a while the thought of you dominating him crosses Josh’s mind, specifically pegging. He had kept his longing a secret for the first year of your relationship but accidentally let it slip one night, but you informed him you’d try it out if he really wanted to. It became an activity you two revisit every couple of months.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has some experience under his belt - I mean he is a famous musician - but nothing too crazy. He had about five or six partners before you, but most of his experience he gained with you. Both of you had vastly improved your game over the course of the relationship, and you knew each other’s bodies like they were your own.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Every position quite honestly, but he especially loves when you ride him. It allows him to gaze up at you and get the perfect view of his length going in and out of you, the sight often causing him to throw back his head and let out a throaty moan. Truly Josh loves any position, but especially the ones that allow him to see your face and the expressions you make. He still likes to have you on all fours every so often and also spoon you while lazily pumping in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the day, but most of the time sex with Josh is light and playful. Giggling is a common occurrence from the both of you during the act, and you will catch Josh with a smile on his face quite often.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Josh prefers to keep it natural down there, only trimming every once in a while if things get really out of hand. He has a dark happy trail leading down from his belly button to a lighter patch of brown curls on his pubic bone that surrounds his length. In addition I think Joshua doesn’t really care what his partner decides to do for their grooming, actually I believe he finds it extremely hot if they keep it natural down there because he thinks you were made perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is extremely intimate, only being taken out of the moment if there’s a lot of other stuff on his mind, or if he is particularly stressed, but he is a very romantic and attentive partner for the most part.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Let’s be honest, Josh has a very high sex drive, and that can be a bit of a problem when he’s on tour or when you’re not around. He takes care of himself by thinking of you, porn isn’t really his thing, if he’s gonna have some sort of visual aid it is going to be photos/videos of you, his favorites being intimate polaroids he’s taken of you that he keeps hidden away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Whooo boy, there are a lot of things this man is into. I’d love to go more into detail on each one of these, so maybe one day I’ll write a piece on these. To name a few, Josh is into hair pulling, light choking, period sex, squirting, mutual masturbation, praise, edging, domination, i really could go on forever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bedroom is always the top choice, but you guys like to get creative, you’ve done it in the shower, bath, car, backyard, restaurant bathroom, empty field at night, secluded hiking trails, his childhood home, and when you guys are very impatient he’ll bend you over the kitchen counter or prop you up on the arm of the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn this man on, he’s so insanely in love with you that everything you do gets him going. Sometimes on stage he’ll spot you in the crowd, seeing you dancing and singing every word, that’s something that really gets to him, and it takes everything within him to not run off stage and fuck you right then.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Josh wouldn’t wanna do anything that puts you in pain, he hates seeing you suffer and would never want to do anything that hurt you, no matter if it would feel good for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There is nothing more beautiful than the face Josh makes when you take him in your mouth. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, grinning with his perfect teeth and sticking just the tip of his tongue out. His moans and words of praise are angelic as well, and the way his soft eyes gaze at you as you swallow his release. As much as he loves your mouth, he prefers to have his on your core. God that man eats your pussy like it’s last meal. Lapping and sucking at your clit, alternating between dipping his fingers and tongue into your tight cunt. He could-and has- cum from just eating you out, it brings him just as much pleasure, and his mouth waters thinking about how good you taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s all of it. It depends on what mood you’re in but this man will make slow, passionate love to you in the morning, fuck you fast and rough in the evening and everything in between.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Josh doesn’t mind a good quickie every once in a while. If you have somewhere to be 10 minutes after he gets home from the studio, no problem. Man can make you cum in less than five minutes, and he does not hesitate to demonstrate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yassss Joshy boy loves to take risks, as long as you’re comfortable. If you propose an idea and it intrigues him, you’ll be trying it within the next five minutes. That’s part of what makes your sex life with Josh so satisfying, you two aren’t afraid to switch things up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually two is where Josh taps out, but sometimes you two decide to stay up all night smoking, talking, cuddling and fucking. Times like those he can go about 4 or 5 rounds. When you two are both home he fucks you at least twice throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You own a few toys that you both use, together or alone. After he left for tour once Josh bought you a vibrator so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Sometimes he’d pull it out while fucking you, just to hold it on your clit. That usually ended with you making a big mess and Josh being extremely satisfied.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Josh likes to tease you a little bit, but he actually enjoys it more when you’re the one teasing him. He likes still being a little submissive.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Much like on stage, Josh is loud in the bedroom as well. Between his throaty moans and grunts, he also is constantly talking to you. He responds to your sounds by saying “Yeah, you like that?” and “tell me how good it feels” and so much other dirty talk because he’s a cocky little shit. He’s also big into praise, whether that be praising you or getting praise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If there’s one thing that makes Josh feel totally elated, it’s making you squirt. The first time he did it was totally unintentional, he was just eating you out like usual, but his fingers curved a certain way and you bursted. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he became obsessed with making you do it over, and over, and over again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man has a beautiful dick. It’s about 7 ½ - 8 inches long with some nice girth to it. It leans a little to the left and has a nice curve to it, and it has some veins that rub your walls deliciously. He used to be self conscious of his dick but you assured him it was perfect and it never failed to please you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Have you seen how hyper this man is? You briefly mention something or even say the word “sex” in a sentence and his clothes are off.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the day, but for the most part he likes staying up for a little while to talk with his arms around you, eventually quietly thinking about how lucky he is before drifting off.

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sugarbooger513 · 3 years

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Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

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coffee is the sixth love language | part two

Summary: Over three cups of coffee, Spencer realized his feelings for you. And over three cups of coffee, he acts on them. gn!Reader.

A/N: the italicized this time indicates Spencer’s thoughts, not reader’s. part of this story is inspired directly from these comments made by @doctorthreephds on the reblog! thanks for letting me incorporate them :)

category: fluff, sfw

warnings: technically none, but the “profiling” part is kind of a reach.

word count: 3k

Once Spencer was firmly resolute on asking you out, he knew he wanted it to be special in a way that only the two of you could appreciate. He realized that he had yet to be the one bringing you coffee, and so it felt only right that it should be how he makes his first move. He woke up extra early on a weekday morning to stop by your favorite coffee shop on his way to work because he knew you loved their banana nut muffins and double-brewed coffee. It was an extra twenty-five minutes out of the way for work each way, so you only got to go there on the rare occasion that you had a day off and were not out of town on a case. It might have been ridiculous to drive fifty minutes for a single damn muffin, but Spencer wanted to make this perfect for you by any means necessary. This was one of the special times that Spencer drove his car, needing the extra speed in order to complete his mission.

He picked up your regular drink order and the muffin and was anxiously on his way back to Quantico. As per his plan he arrived at the office before you did, though not too much earlier because he wanted to make sure your coffee was still hot by the time you got it. If Spencer’s calculations were correct - which they almost always were - you would arrive within a two to four and a half minute window from when he did. Spencer took out a sharpie from his desk drawer and delicately scrawled a message onto the top corner of the pastry bag holding your muffin. He thought it felt like something out of a cheesy romance novel, the kind of novels that you could find in the fifty cent clearance bins, but dammit if Spencer didn’t deserve a little cheesy romance in his life. The other benefit of this was that he thought he would almost certainly choke on his words if he had to ask you himself. He set the two items on your desk and returned to his own to sit and observe. Spencer hoped it would be the first of many coffees he could buy you.

It wasn’t until you had already walked into the bullpen and were halfway to your desk that Spencer realized he had forgotten to sign his name to the bag. How were you supposed to react to him asking you out if you didn’t actually know it was him? And oh God, he left unsealed food on the desk of an FBI agent, with no indication of who had put it there. That is infinitely more suspicious than it is romantic. He wouldn’t be surprised if she took it straight to the trash can. So long for cheesy romance, Dr. Reid.

But Spencer was absolutely elated when your first reaction was to peek into the bag and gasp out of joy at what was inside. He watched you break off a piece of your beloved banana nut muffin and chew it gleefully, and all he could think of was how cute you looked when you were happy. Shortly followed by concern that a federal agent would so readily eat unmarked food that could have been tampered with. That’s something I should bring up to her on the date.

Spencer’s stomach was in knots not knowing if you would pick up on the message. You swallowed that chunk of the muffin and turned the bag over to find an almost illegible black script that you had nearly missed: Would you like to have coffee with me? It just felt like all of the air had been knocked out of your body.

It didn’t even take you half a second to know who this was from; there were so many tells it was Spencer. Before you even noticed the note, you knew it was from him when you saw what was inside the bag. The whole team knew what your favorite coffee shop was because you had talked about it enough times. Hell, you even owned a oversized tee with their name on it that you kept in your go bag as a sleep shirt. But nobody knew what your favorite muffin was because you never mentioned it. In fact, if you thought about it there were maybe only a handful of times over the six months you’d been at the BAU that you even elected to eat this pastry in lieu of a real breakfast. But if anyone was going to detect a pattern, it would have been Dr. Reid. Of course he would pick up on the fact that you only picked those out at cafes when you felt like having a sweet treat, or that when Penelope brought in baked goods for the office you would only indulge if you saw your favorite item in the lineup.

You already knew it, but in case you had any doubt, the note itself confirmed your theory twice. One indicator was the phrasing choice would you as opposed to will you. Use of would posits a hypothetical, as in hypothetically, would you have an interest in drinking coffee together, rather than a hard, come with me to get coffee. The hesitance in the tone came off as if the sender were testing the waters, wanting to put the idea out there without coming off as too strong. Because it was reserved, it gave you room to think if you would genuinely enjoy doing so as opposed to making you feel like you should oblige. That level of respect screamed Spencer to you. And though it was so glaringly obvious, if you needed some concrete evidence it was the fact that nobody else had such endearingly atrocious handwriting like Dr. Reid. It was something you always found hilariously ironic for a man who often analyzes other people’s writing styles for work. You wondered what his way of scribbling said about him, and hoped he could tell you on that date of yours.

You looked straight at him, finding that his eyes were already fixed on you.

“Yes.”

One word was all you had to say to make the lump in Spencer’s throat disappear, replaced by the sensation that his heart was leaping out of his chest. He was going to keep that memory stored in his brain forever, just to replay the moment when the future of your relationship changed with a simple word. Little did he know that when you finished that muffin, you neatly folded the pastry bag and tucked it into your desk drawer, saving it for the exact same purpose.

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Spencer had gotten to see your favorite coffee spot already, so for your date you requested that he take you to his to make it even. It was small, but incredibly cozy under the soft ambiance provided by string lights and charm of their mismatched furniture. There was one exposed brick wall adjacent to another that was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf; it housed copies that loyal patrons left behind for others to pick up. All of those books had different colors of post-its peeking out from the pages. It was almost too eclectic and disorganized for what you would expect Dr. Reid to be into, but at the same time it made perfect sense to you.

“You know, I think I just learned something about you.” You leaned gently into his side to tell him, both hands wrapped around your coffee cup because you were too nervous to know what else to do with them. Spencer was the kind of guy to sit adjacent to you at a table, rather than across, and you loved that about him. You loved having him as close to you as possible.

Spencer’s lips pulled at the edges to form a perfect, lazy smile. “What did you learn about me?” The team had an agreement not to profile each other, but under your gaze, Spencer never felt the kind of scrutiny that came with picking people apart. He trusted that whatever you had to say was going to be kind.

“I think this place says so much about you. Something about how all those books are donations passed on from locals, and that people feel comfortable taking a book off the shelf and opening it up to read what others recommend. The fact that they leave little notes in it for the next reader to share what those stories meant to each of them. Nobody asked those people to do that, but they all chose to take part in these small actions that ended up creating an entire community.” It was one of the most beautifully human things you’d ever witnessed. A group of people engaging in understated and innocent gestures of love between perfect strangers, completely unprompted. “I think you value simple acts, the kind that can take on profound meaning without even intending to. Like when silence feels so comfortable when you’re with the right person.” You paused to take in his reaction as a gauge for how right or wrong you may be. He gave no objection to what you had posited, eyes simply glued to you in intense focus. Spencer was hanging on everything you said, wordlessly encouraging you to divulge more theories you’d developed on him.

“And, visually, this furniture reminds me of a family home. The kind where some items were handed down for generations, some bought new, and others gifted by a distant relative who has no idea what the family likes.” Spencer’s soft laughter mirrored your own at your very accurate description of the shop’s decor. The room truly could not be more disjointed in its aesthetic, but that was entirely its charm. “It probably reflects that there are some aspects of your life that just don’t make sense to you, that almost seem to conflict with each other. For a guy so smart, I’m sure it’s scary to feel like you don’t understand something, and there are probably dark spots in that brain of yours that you try to hide from the world. But in this room, these things that don’t seem like they work together actually amount to something so lovely. And just like the charmingly hideous suede couch and the oddly fur-covered armchairs, every facet of you deserves appreciation because without them you wouldn’t make up to be the beautiful person you are overall.”

Neither of you could pinpoint the moment which your hands had drifted together, fingers loosely intertwined in gentle embrace. There was too much to unpack in what you had said for Spencer to know where to begin. The only thing he could say for sure was that he was astounded by how deeply you understood him without him ever saying any of those things. He considered that maybe you understood him better than he did himself and wished that he could spend his whole life observing the world through the same rose-tinted lenses with which you viewed him. At a loss for words, Spencer chose not to say any right then. The silence I have with you is the most comfortable I’ve ever had.

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After each of you consumed one too many caffeinated beverages, you still were not prepared to let the date end. You were willing to sit there and have as many espresso drinks as you could to keep talking to Spencer.

The universe must have been in support of your romance as the overcast skies broke and began to rain just minutes after the two of you had left the shop. Spencer was walking you back to your apartment, clearly forcing his long legs to slow down their naturally fast stride so to extend how long it took to get there. He could get an extra thirteen minutes with you this way. Spencer was given his perfect excuse to keep the date going in the form of heavy downpour; his apartment was far closer than yours, and he proposed you two should seek shelter together until it stopped. I hope it never stops.

Spencer held tightly onto your hand as he ran with you through the rain, giggling all the way to his apartment. He may not like wet, cold climates, but he sure did like holding your hand. Being next to you made him feel incredibly warm somehow when the temperature outside was very much not. And you felt completely at peace sitting on Spencer’s couch wearing one of his sweaters that he lent you. Truthfully, your own clothes weren’t so wet from the rain that it was necessary, but you both pretended it absolutely was just to be able to experience this.

It was clear that the rain would be going for a while and all you wanted to do to pass the time was continue listening to Spencer talk. You discovered that when he’s not interrupted, he loves to go on runaway tangents, often bouncing between different trains of thought as one idea sparked him to remember another. It was almost a sport to keep up with him, but it was perhaps the only one you’ve ever enjoyed. It was so easy when everything he said interested you. You loved that Spencer taught you something new every day, but no matter how niche a piece of trivia or shocking an unknown fact was, it could not beat the things that he taught you about himself. He was letting you in on so many unseen dimensions of himself whether he knew it or not, the explicit ones revealing implicit ones.

You had happily stayed in his home for hours, absorbing every word he spoke. What entertained you the most was the ability of your conversation to jump from deep, serious places to lighthearted stories filled with jokes and teasing and back again in a way that felt completely natural. Your favorite anecdote of his was the story of how he got addicted to coffee. It was the BAU’s favorite inside-joke that Spencer liked his coffee sickeningly sweet and you always wondered how he could tolerate it. Just looking at it made your teeth ache. When he told you why, you thought that the backstory was even sweeter than the coffee.

As a twelve year old college student, Spencer found himself experiencing sleep deprivation for the first time in his life. The course load was more rigorous than he had in high school and even the boy genius needed to readjust to the new expectations of college. More importantly, he needed to cope with pulling late nights at the library if he wanted his first degree by the time he was eligible for a driver’s license. The Red Bulls that the other kids seem to gravitate to seemed far too aggressive for Spencer, their potent smell of chemicals a huge turn off. They were definitely not for him.

He remembered how often his mom used to drink coffee, always in the morning while Spencer got ready for school. Being at CalTech and away from his mother, who remained in Las Vegas most of the time due to her condition, made him so homesick that he took up a coffee habit as a reminder of her. He loved the way it smelled like every comfort he had ever known.

Though he appreciated its smell, Spencer, of course, was not ready back then to love the way it tasted. He was still after all a twelve year old boy who had a sweet tooth like any other kid. The bitter drink was almost offensive to him, so he always made his coffee with extra, extra sugar. He was a menace to the baristas at the campus coffee cart because they would have to refill the shaker every time he stopped by. As it turned out, Spencer was actually a little troublemaker in his youth.

You utterly adored this story and the way it humanized Spencer in a way that other people did not consider often enough. Yes, he was the genius in incredibly advanced classes for his age, but he was also a little kid who behaved as all little kids did. He also experienced struggle and had to cope with it just like everyone else. He was not, as some chose to believe, a complete anomaly beyond understanding. Those many misunderstood idiosyncrasies Spencer had started to feel grounded as you learned more about him and could appreciate how and why they came to be.

But the night was dwindling down and two of you had gone through many stories since the start of your day together. Hitting a caffeine crash, you found yourself unable to keep some rogue yawns at bay. It was only eight o’clock in the evening, not an unreasonable time for you to ask Spencer to drive you back home. The rain was letting up to a mellow drizzle. Spencer was running out of excuses to keep you here.

But you thought about how still hadn’t heard about his first pet lizard, which he caught in his backyard, and you didn’t yet know what kind of music he listened to when he was fourteen. And you no longer thought you needed to make excuses to stay with him longer, so you told him honestly that all you really wanted was to stay the night with him and keep hearing his stories. So you asked him if he would set on a fresh pot of coffee, just so you both could sip at it, staying awake all night together.

He happily did so, and while he set the large coffee pot on and took out two cups from his cabinet, he thought, this is the first of many wishes of yours that I’d like to make come true.

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PART THREE

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 3)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Warnings: underage drinking, mild swearing, mentions of drugs

Words count: 2k (it’s short but the next part is long)

Part Summary: As the night dwindles away, JJ feels pressured to secure a place in your life. His chances grow times ten when Sarah arrives with some interesting news.

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You and JJ share a log around the fire. His arm rests over your thigh, his hand gripping your knee slightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you two exchange whisper back and forth, making the Pogues sick with how lovey-dovey you two already are becoming.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” JJ asks, kinda hoping he could ask you for real date but he’ll understand if you already have plans.

“Hanging out with you,” you cheekily answer, earning a blushing grin from him.

“Oh! cool, cool...” He presses his lips together with a faint laugh, finding it hard to hide his childish grin.

You giggle at his bashfulness. He’s so shy around you and you can’t help but find it adorable.

"Here comes Sarah!" Kiara announces as he spots their friend's car rolling up the drive.

You and JJ finally break your hype-focused attention away from each other. Almost to make up for the lack of verbal communication, JJ shifts closer to you and plants a quick peck to your temple.

"Hey! Sorry for the delay!" Sarah announces as she walks over from her car. John B rises from his position, trying to intercept Sarah before she sees you and JJ. Once she reaches John B, she notices how you and JJ are sitting. Her brows scrunch together, but she does her best to mask her confusion. "My parents were having a hissy fit about me borrowing the car. I told them and Y/N's parents that we were staying the night at Kiara's since she doesn't feel well. I hope that's okay, Kie," she asks as she gets closer to the bonfire.

"Yeah, no problem!" Kiara waves her hand, not caring at all.

"Wait, so what's the game plan?" You ask Sarah, but also everyone else for their input. You're thankful for the group's help, but weren't exactly prepared for an overnight stay. You understand why Sarah did this nonetheless.

"You all can stay here tonight," John B shrugs as the Pogues do it all the time.

"Your parents believed it," Sarah assures you. "I would just text your parents to help it seem more legit."

"Okay! I'll text my mom," you comply with enthusiasm.

Hey, I told Sarah to tell you but in case she didn't, we're staying over at Kiara's tonight. I had to drive her home in her dad's car because we think she got food poisoning or something. I'll text you when I'm heading out in the morning. Sarah can drive me home or something :)

"Finally! It'll be nice not being the only girl! I was kinda hoping you and Sarah would stay over anyway," Kiara adds, offering you a kind smile.

"That makes two of us," JJ whispers for only you to hear.

"My folks were pretty pissed about me ditching on the party, so I feel no urge on going home," Sarah huffs, right as John B asks for her to help him inside real quick.

You and JJ watch as John B escorts Sarah inside by the arm. They try to be nonchalant, but it's so obvious they're freaking out. Sarah's whispers aren't exactly quiet and John B's doing his best to fill her in on what he knows.

JJ turns his face toward yours with a smirk, suppressing his laughter. "They're definitely talking about us."

"Oh for sure!" You nod slowly with a snicker.

You two share in your amusement as your friends slowly lose their minds. A Pogue from The Cut was caught kissing the Princess of the OBX. If your friends from the other side of the island found out they would have an even more dramatic reaction.

Your phone buzzes in your lap and it's from your mom.

Ok. Text me when you wake up.

"All set!" You voice to everyone remaining around the fire. "I doubt they'll even care since "I'm still on the Figure 8,” you make air quotes.

"Yay!" Kiara claps her hands.

"I say we watch a scary movie tonight!" JJ suggests beside you.

"The Conjuring!" You vote swiftly, earning a laugh from JJ.

"No!" Pope instantly refuses. "Nope! Last time we watched that you guys made me sleep on the porch and I heard creeks all night!"

"Aw, I'll stay with you tonight Pope," Kiara offers, reaching for her friend's hand with a pout. "I'll keep you safe from all the ghosties."

JJ leans in brushes his lips against your ear. "You gonna keep me safe?"

You smile softly, turning your head toward him as you nod slowly. "I'll have your back if you have mine."

His beautiful eyes meet yours in the gold flickering light of the fire. "Always, Baby." He plants a kiss to your lips, this time slow and comforting, as though you two have been doing it forever.

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All six of you are gathered in the living room, watching The Conjuring. John B and JJ insisted that all lights in the house must be off, much to Pope's dismay. Kiara and Pope are positioned on the carpet, their backs against the couch. Pope has been hiding in a ball with his face behind the blanket he shares with Kiara. Sarah and John B are sprawled comfortably on the couch, well invested in the movie. You and JJ share the old red recliner, tucked close in a ball under a comforter. Right before the movie starts to get interesting, you shift forward in your position. JJ whines, disappointed in the loss of contact. His pouty face makes you giggle and he playfully tries to keep you close by holding onto your wrist.

"I need another drink, anyone else?" You offer quietly, making sure not to step on Kiara or Pope on the floor on the way to the kitchen. You receive various forms of declines as you do your best to navigate your way through the dark and unfamiliar house.

Finally finding yourself in the kitchen, you make yourself a glass of water. The moonlight shining through the window over the sink acts as your saving grace. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump.

"Hey, Gorgeous," the blonde whispers against your neck.

"JJ!" You gasp your heart racing.

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles quietly to not alert the others.

You spin in his hold and nudge him on the shoulder playfully. "You did that on purpose!"

"Not really but-" In one swift motion, JJ picks up and places you on the counter. He parts your legs to stand between them. His palms glide up and down your thighs. "That I did mean to do," he smirks, biting down on his lip.

"JJ! Y/N! You're going to miss the wardrobe part!" Pope shouts, his voice shaky with fear.

"I wish I had spoken to you sooner," JJ confesses abruptly, completely his friend in the next room. All he cares about right now is you.

"Dido," you smirk, placing your arms over JJ's shoulders.

"Really?" He voices in disbelief. Despite how much you've reassured him or have reciprocated his affections, he still isn't convinced that you truly like him.

"That first time I saw you at the Cameron's?" You recall with raised brows. "Um, yeah! You looked hot in that pale green Ron Jon shirt."

"I can't believe you remember that," he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. I thought there was no way you'd know who I am."

"JJ," you say his name in a mild groan with a toss of your head. How can this boy not see how amazing he is? "You're definitely worth remembering."

"It was at the Boneyard," he states a matter-of-factly.

"What was?" You grin.

"The first time I ever saw you," he tilts his head back slightly, relieving his sharp jawline. "You were dancing with Topper on the wall. The fire made your skin glow and shimmer like bronze. You wore a navy blue bikini with ripped white booty shorts. Your hair was half up and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run my fingers through it. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he tells you, never once breaking eye contact.

"That was last summer!" You can't believe he remembers that.

"I know," he replies as though it's completely ordinary.

Your jaw drops, "you're saying you've been waiting to talk to me for a year?!"

"Okay well, when you put it that way," he tries to play it off and be cool now.

"Aw JJ!" You express a little too excitedly, bringing your hands to his cheeks.

JJ is quick to press his hand over your mouth. "Shh, Baby. Before you alert everyone in the living room!" Mischievously, you plant a kiss on his palm, catching him off guard. JJ swallows hard, peering down at you with hooded eyes. "Okay, now you're just teasing me."

You place your hand over his and remove it from your mouth. "You make it too easy," you giggle in a whisper.

JJ simply stares down at your lips as he bites down on his own. Before you have a chance to react, he hungrily presses his lips to yours. Ever kiss up until now has been gentle, new, and hesitant. Now, JJ is forgetting his nerves and is acting on impulse. He breaks away from you and moves his assault to your neck. You comb your fingers through his thick blonde hair, gripping the strands on the back of his neck.

"JJ," you pant breathlessly as your eyes fall shut. "What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time," he breathes against your neck. I'm really kicking myself right now."

"It's my fault too," you try to speak as JJ makes a track down your neck to your collarbone. "I could've at least said 'hi' instead of smiling like an idiot."

"At least you were nice," JJ mumbles against your chest. "I was a statue. Plus, I always thought you and Rafe may be-"

"Ew! Don't even finish that sentence," you scoff in disgusts.

"You were always at the Cameron's. He's always on top of you and watches you like a hawk," JJ explains as he pops up for air.

"He's had a thing for me for a while now. I've turned him down," you inform him.

JJ frowns in confusion. "Why?"

You figured it would've been obvious, especially considering how much JJ hates Rafe. "He's an arrogant ass. He thinks he's invincible and I hate people like that."

"Well, you can tell him you're taken now," JJ grins, leaning in to kiss you.

"Oh, I am?" You question playfully against his lips.

"Yep," the boy nods as he begins to glide his lips across your jawline. "You're mine... and only mine..." He whispers, making you bite your lip with anticipation. Boy, this kid knows how to get you turned on. "I'll make sure everyone in the OBX knows it too," he declares as he starts to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck. At the rate JJ is going, he's certain to leave a mark or two, just as he wanted.

"You guys!" Kiara calls this time.

JJ huffs with annoyance as he appears out from your neck. "Coming!" He shouts, completely unfazed by what he was just doing. "Got you're so sexy," he plants a quick peck to your lips. "I hope you know I'm going to be dying through this entire movie."

Ever the gentleman, he grips your waist and helps you down from the counter. He slips his hand into yours and grabs your water with the other before leading the way back into the living room.

"She couldn't find the sodas in the fridge. I had to grab a new box from the back," he conjures up as you two cross the living room toward the recliner.

"Sureee," John B and Sarah say in unison with amusement.

"Sorry guys, what did we miss?" You ask while you and JJ get settled.

After you take a quick sip from your water, you place it on the side table between the recliner and the couch before getting comfortable again with JJ.

"Nice water, Y/N." Sarah giggles as she peaks over from the couch at your hand, earning an eye roll from JJ.

"The crazy demon lady jumped on the daughter. I hate this!" Pope rushes out to answer your question.

"Oh my God! You're fine, Pope!" Kiara groans, not hiding her annoyance.

"I wish it wasn't so dark in here!" Pope shouts dramatically.

"I kinda like it," JJ purrs in your ear.

You turn your head to the side and he plants a kiss on your lips. As the others watch the movie, you and JJ spend most of the time whispering back and forth or too caught up in each other physically to talk at all. Of course, you two are respectful of your friends and keep it PG. Yet, you can't get enough of each other. It's all so soon, energetic, and freeing. As the thought of tomorrow morning lingers in the back of your mind, you’re starting to dread the idea of parting from JJ.

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beomcoups · 4 years

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I’m Sorry

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: idol!Jaehyun (NCT) x femme reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, fluff, loves to exes au, idol au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R(18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy emotions, small drinking, kissing, fingering, oral (f.receiving), missionary, Jaehyun hits it from the back, choking, nipple play, slight nail digging into skin.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s been months since you and Jaehyun have broken up and you thought you would be okay, until he asked you to come over.

You know you shouldn’t be here, standing outside his door. You two are no good to each other, you fight more than you make up, and you’ve both been hurt so many times; yet, when he called, you came running.

You’ve been broken up with Jaehyun for months, your last fight so brutal that you vowed to never see each other again. It worked for a while, distracting yourself with work and blocking him from all social media. You felt strong and confident that you could get through this and that you can move on from him. But then you saw him on your friend’s Facebook page at dinner, his handsome dimpled face catching you off guard as you watched your mutual friend celebrate their birthday. It angered you, seeing him happy and without a carefree in the world while you had to pull yourself together and go through life without him.

Yet, as mad as you were, the happy memories you two shared flooded your mind, and your heart sank from the loneliness you had to bear and the feelings you have from missing him. When you think of Jaehyun, you get emotional, almost sick even; the love you have for him is greater than anything you experienced. He wasn’t your first love, your first kiss or your first sexual experience, but meeting him on that sunny afternoon on the beach changed your life. He understood your fears and your innermost thoughts and had a way of speaking that calmed your restless soul. Jaehyun has a wicked sense of humor and a kindness that melted your heart beyond words. He took you on spontaneous dates and would buy you flowers because he knew you loved them. His impeccable features and his sex drive were only pluses in the relationship that made you feel like he was the one; that you could be with him forever.

But his duties as an idol started to keep him away, and you knew that being with him came with that risk. You thought you could handle it, not being able to see him for weeks at a time and sometimes months if he was out of the country. The facetime and skype calls lasted for a while until those slowly started to fade, and you were staring at your phone at night, wondering when he would call. It didn’t help see him on tv, flirting with other women and showing off his charms that made you fall in love with him. You saw red when you saw him escort that famous actress to their premiere with his hand on her back. You have never been the jealous type, but seeing the man you love and have not seen in weeks with someone else set you ablaze. You pleaded with Jaehyun to carve out some time for you, even if it was just for an hour, but he always claimed he was too tired or busy. So you got fed up, marched over to his dorm unannounced and gave him a piece of your mind. He called you selfish and insecure, and that hurt you to the core. You screamed at him, throwing the promise ring he bought for you at his chest and broke up with him. You stormed out of the dorm, the members pretending that they didn’t hear anything, but you knew deep in your heart that they heard it all, and it just added more to your embarrassment.

As the months went by, you thought about that night often, what you could have done differently and if you would still take him back. So many nights, you held your phone in your hand, wanting to dial his number and make it alright. You hate him for letting you leave, but you love him just as much, so when he asked you to come over, it was a no brainer. So with a bit of liquid courage, you made your way to him, holding your breath all the way.

𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Seeing Y/N again after all these months was like a breath of fresh air. She walked into Jaehyun’s room, beautiful as ever, her hair down in all its shiny glory, her skin glowing like the yellow orb in the sky. She is wearing that oversized sweater he bought her when he came back from tour, with shorts that show off those legs he loved to be in between. She smiled at him as she came in, but behind those beautiful eyes held a sadness he knew because of him, and he would do anything to take it away. Jaehyun is hopelessly in love with her, and there is no him without her. Y/N keeps him sane and anchored when he feels like he is going out of control. She understands him better than anyone and takes care of him, nurturing him with her sweet words and kind actions. Jaehyun’s never been able to convey how much she truly means to him, and he regrets letting her go. Seeing her in front of him brings colors into his gray world, and he needs her.

“So,” she stands there, twiddling her fingers as she sits down on the bed. “How have you been?”

He rakes his fingers through his hair, unsure how he should answer. Jaehyun wants to be honest with Y/N and kiss her beautiful face, but his pride will not let him. Instead, he leans back against his desk and folds his arms, trying to keep his cool demeanor.

“I’ve been okay, I suppose,” he clears his throat.

There is awkward dead silence, and he would be a liar if he said his heart wasn’t jumping out of his chest. He’s never been good with expressing his feelings, and it took a lot of courage and convincing from his members to give Y/N a call.

“You know you miss her, man,” his member Johnny voice rings through his head. “Just call her. The worst thing she can say is to fuck off or not respond at all.”

“So what have you been up to?” Jaehyun questioned, attempting to break the ice.

“Nothing really,” she sighs. “Just work work work.”

The deafening silence comes back, and Jaehyun is panicking, unsure what to say next. He doesn’t want to push things too fast and scare her away but damn it, he wants to be with her.

“What am I doing here, Jaehyun?” Y/N interrogates him, catching him off guard. “If you called me here for small talk, we could have done this over the phone.”

“I didn’t invite you here for small talk,” Jaehyun swore, his eyes pleading with her.

“So why am I here-”

“I miss you,” he blurts out, his voice echoing in the walls. “I fucking miss you, and I want you back.”

Her eyes widen, shocked at Jaehyun’s revelation, and he continues to confess how he feels.

“I was a fucking idiot for letting you walk out that door,” he laments, taking a seat in his chair. “At the time, when we were fighting, I felt like I was suffocating. I had comeback schedules and movie premieres to go to, and I didn’t want to let you down, but I felt like I was being pulled in different directions from everyone. So when you yelled at me, I got frustrated and lashed out at you instead of listening. I’m sorry about that.”

Watching Y/N’s eyes well up with tears broke his heart, and he wanted to kiss her pain away and make her whole again. Jaehyun yearned for her, and he was not letting her go again.

“You called me selfish and insecure,” Y/N sniffled, wiping her tears with her sweater. “That really hurt me.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun gets up and softly grabs her hand, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was feeling like you were not hearing me and you yelling at me made me feel like I was backed into a corner.”

“So you couldn’t handle me expressing how I feel?” Y/N criticized him, taking her hand away from him. “You were barely talking to me, and to see you on tv and flirting with these women, it made me snap.”

“So that made it okay for you to barge into the dorm at 1am and scream at me?!” Jaehyun rebutted, staring deep into her eyes. “You embarrassed me and wouldn’t let me get a word in. You called me a coward and accused me of cheating on you. God Y/N, I would never do that to you. I love you and respect you too much to lose your trust like that.”

Y/N looks down, twiddling her fingers once more, tears falling down her cheeks. He moves closer to her, wiping more tears from her eyes and lifting up her chin.

“Do you still love me?”

Y/N looks at him, her eyes already telling it all before she could answer.

“Yes, Jae, I love you,” she confesses. “I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried.”

Jaehyun’s heart flutters at her soft words, and a wave of relief washes over him. It felt good to hear that she still loved him after all these months have passed, and caught up in the moment, he kisses her deeply.

“I’m sorry, he apologizes, giving her space. “I should have asked if that was okay.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly, gazing at him lovingly. “Kiss me again.”

(𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕)

Jaehyun kisses you, and it feels like home, like you finally found the missing piece to your puzzle of your soul. You give into him completely, sliding your hands underneath his shirt, feeling his toned abs before taking off his shirt. You pause to gauge his response, and he smiles, whispering that he loves you and that he’s sorry. You nod and kiss him again, allowing his hands to roam around your ass before giving it a tight squeeze.

“I missed you,” he breathes in between kisses.

“Did you?” you tease him, fumbling with the button on your shorts.

He undoes the button for you and slides your jean shorts off for you, laying you down on the bed as he climbs on top of you. He holds back for a moment, admiring your beauty before continuing his onslaught of kisses, trailing down to your neck. His cool hands slide up your sweater, unhooking the front of your bra and softly rubbing your mounds. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your moans, the electricity sparking from each touch.

“I’m never going to hurt you again,” he promises, lifting up your sweater and revealing your breasts.

He cups them and puts them in his mouth, sucking on each nipple tentatively and with such care. Your center is dripping, and you slide your hands down to your panties, softly rubbing yourself. He takes notice of your action and trails his kisses down your stomach, nipping you lightly until his face is in between your legs. He pulls your panties to the side, taking a long swipe of your sweet nectar before diving in.

“ Oh my god,” you moan, taking a fistful of his hair.

He ravages you, lavishing his tongue at your entrance and sucking on your clit, his nail dug dip into your hip. Your moans get increasingly louder, and he slides two fingers in you, your walls already convulsing around him.

“You gotta be quiet for me, baby, okay?” Jaehyun whispers, slowly thrusting in and out of you. “I don’t want everyone to hear us.”

You nod feverishly, covering your mouth as you fall into a euphoric state, being finger fucked by the love of your life. He returns his mouth to your clit, your legs buckling on impact, your hand pulling his hair tighter. You create a rhythm on his tongue, slow fucking his face until you feel yourself reaching your breaking point.

“Baby…” you moan, your stomach coiling. “I’m almost here.”

He suddenly removes his fingers out of you, shoving down his grey sweats and revealing his hard dick, eager to be inside of you. He lifts your leg up and slams into you, making you yelp from impact.

“It’s been way too long,” he groans, slow stroking your tight cunt.

Jaehyun allows you to get used to his size before increasing his pace, the lust in his eyes evident. Your hunger for him in insatiable, begging him to fuck you harder, not caring about the bed hitting the wall loud enough to wake everyone up. You lifted up your shirt and pinched your nipples, slapping them because you knew he liked that, and you like the slight pain from it.

“You are so sexy,” his breathless praise of you makes you hotter and want more of him.

He slides his hand on your throat, holding a firm grip as he continues to plunge deep inside of you. You try your best to cover your moans with your hand, but then your stomach coils, signaling your release. You tap his shoulder feverishly, and he pulls out and flips you over, taking you from behind.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, slamming into you with such force you almost fall off the bed.

Jaehyun grips your hair tightly, skin slapping filling the walls in the room, and he fucks you into the mattress, releasing his feelings from missing you all into this moment. He tells you he loves you over and over, and you believe him, not wanting this moment to end. You grip the sheets tightly, warning him of the upcoming rapture that was ripping through you.

“Go ahead, baby,” he encourages you. “Cum for me.”

You scream his name in the sheets, your orgasm rushing through and all over him, your insides convulsing on his dick. He shudders and pulls out shortly after, emptying himself on your ass and giving it a small smack. You collapse on the bed, your legs sore and shaking, unable to move.

“That was…” you start to say.

“Amazing,” Jaehyun finishes your sentence, leaning over and kissing your sweaty forehead.

You both laugh in unison, and you slowly sit up, admiring the physique of the man you love.

“Hey Jae,” you call him softly, holding your hand out for him to take. “I don’t want to fight like that and be away from you that long ever again.”

He nods and smiles, giving you a deep kiss before pulling you into a hug.

“Me neither, baby,” he agrees. “These months without you have been hard. I felt like a piece of me was missing.”

You gaze up at him lovingly, placing a small kiss on his lips.

“It’s about time you two made up,” Johnny’s voice comes through the door. “He’s been miserable without you.”

Jaehyun sucks his teeth and throws a pillow at the door, his face red with embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” you giggle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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huenjin · 4 years

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wicked games.

pairing — hwang hyunjin x reader

genre — smut

word count — 2.732 words

request/warnings — hyunjin + face fucking + aftercare. also includes, corruption kink, daddy kink, masturbation (f), deep throating.

note — this was supposed to be a drabble, but oh well. yeah, home girl's on a mission to finish all the requests so she can open it up soon! ah~

"I want you to fuck my mouth."

Hyunjin stills. It is probably from the unpredictability of your suggestion but you decide for it. You lean forward into your boyfriend's warmth, his arms wrapping around your frame instinctively. Hyunjin knows exactly what you are talking about but being the ever gentle boyfriend he is, he kisses your forehead, nuzzling against it for a while before asking,

"You already give me the best blowjobs ever. Do you really want me to fuck your mouth? I mean, it could hurt you." He brushes the hair from your forehead, smiling softly as he holds you close.

"I want you to hurt me," you mumble and Hyunjin's eyes darkens.

He has always played it safe. Always. Because he truly and passionately loves you. So much that that's all he can think about. However, now that you brought it forth onto the table, talking about how you want him to hurt you — it's driving him insane. The very thought of him having his big dick deep down your throat, letting you get used to it. The very thought of him fucking your face; fuck, he used to jerk off to the thought of that and now you are asking him to do the very same.

The gods must be very kind to him.

"If my baby wants that, I'd happily oblige." Hyunjin kisses your nose before asking, "Since we are on this topic, is there anything else you want to try?"

"You won't think it's weird if I tell you?"

Hyunjin pulls your cheek, cooing at you, eyes wrinkling in mirth. "Absolutely not. I'm so glad you found it alright to talk to me about this. After all, your wish is my command, ma'am."

You chuckle slightly. Your index finger draws small circles into his chest as you finally tell him. "I want you to call me degrading names."

"You'd be alright with that? Is there any hard limits or anything?"

"Yeah. I'd be fine with that," you smile, eyes sparkling in anticipation. "There's none that I know of. I'd really like you to say mean stuff to me and treat me roughly during sex."

Hyunjin feels his heart lunge and he does not know whether it is a good thing or bad. He holds you closer into him, almost having your face buried into his chest as he says, "You can't say stuff like that with such innocence, oh my fuck. You're going to end me."

"Can we try now?"

Hyunjin stiffens again. This relationship with you is the most exciting thing he has done in forever. The fact that you are so unpredictable, so innocent and so easy to ruin in his hands excites him. You move away from him, looking at him again with those very eyes that he thinks makes you insatiable.

And you know you have convinced him when your boyfriend runs a hand through his hair, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. It's guttaral and almost animalistic in its nature and it's the bare minimum that excites you.

To your surprise, Hyunjin grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it back and angling it in an almost condescending manner. "Fine. My girl wants to act like a needy slut, huh? Get naked and kneel on the floor by the time I come back."

Hyunjin walks out from the bedroom the two of you share and you are beyond bewildered. However, you do as ordered. The submission that you can finally give to Hyunjin arouses you. Your hand grazes your covered panties accidentally as you remove your night dress. You discard your undergarments too, fingers grazing your sodden lips and you look down at the arousal that sticks to your fingers. You hop off the bed, kneeling in your birthday suit.

Waiting for Hyunjin in nothing seems almost disdainful. Like some pet waiting for its master to play with it. Deep down, you yourself couldn't understand why this excited you but it did and you had to accept it. You loved the submission you could offer before Hyunjin and the fact that it excited Hyunjin too made you only happier.

It's arousing. Your fingers move gradually down your body, caressing every single expanse of your body. It cups your breasts, squeezing it lightly at the thoughts of Hyunjin's mouth mercilessly sucking at it, scattering purple marks all over it to call you his. You pinch your nipples with your thumb and forefinger, grimacing at the pain that shoots a rush in you. Your palm rubs against your stomach, back arching at the thought of Hyunjin's hands doing the same, only for it to come rest on top of your leaking core. You rub small circles into your clit, barely there and you moan, "Fuck," as you press it a lit further. Your other hand still twists your nipple, pain closing in on your senses.

Hyunjin would do exactly that, you remember. Teasing your clit and never letting you finger yourself till he gives you the permission to. He would do that. You rub your clit, circling around it and tapping the engorged button occasionally, inconsistent moans leaving your mouth. Your hand leaves your breast only to stay horizontal over your mouth to bite as your rubbed your self quicker before letting go and slipping a finger in you.

"Fuck, Hyunjin. Baby, more. Need more." Your eyes close as you picture how Hyunjin would have his mouth on your nipple, flicking his tongue against it only for one of his fingers to slip in and tease your walls, rubbing your insides softly at first; right when he knows you're so close from all the clitoral stimulation.

But that would never be enough. Not for his cock. It's all a big tease before Hyunjin would do exactly what you are doing to prepare you for his length — slip in another two. Three fingers thrust into your wet core, squelching noise resonating when you hear the harsh tone of your boyfriend.

You were so caught up in chasing your pleasure that you do not notice your boyfriend who is standing in front of you, arms folded forever, cock hardened in his pants and just waiting for you to give him the attention. His eyebrows narrows at you and he clicks his tongue as he looks at you, eyes raking your body mercilessly before they stare at your core stuffed with three fingers.

"And here I thought I should be all nice and gifting to you. What a slut. All I asked was for you to get naked and wait for me. Were you such a needy whore that you had to start playing with yourself," Hyunjin bends forwards, teeth grazing the side of your pinna before he huskily continues, "before daddy came?"

You're about to remove the fingers when Hyunjin holds your hand. He glares at you, "No," and you look at him like a puppy kicked. Was he already disappointed in you? You were disobedient and you hated making Hyunjin upset. Was this such a case?

"I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers as I fuck your mouth. Got that? You wanted to get off so badly, right? I'll let you do that. Stuff yourself with those three fingers as deep as you can go. That's all you're getting today."

Hyunjin unbuttons his pants and pulls it down midthigh along with his boxers. His cock springs up after lightly his abdomen and you crawl forward, slightly rubbing your inner walls to the sight of your boyfriend's cock leaking precum.

"Is it alright if daddy fucks your mouth, babygirl?"

You can't think. Your mind is so blank with nothing but the clouds of lust that you wouldn't mind Hyunjin doing anything with you. The three fingers stuffed into you, rubbing your spot occasionally does not make the situation better.

If you had known this was the outcome of your little desire being brought up to your boyfriend, you would have ditched the idea of trying to avoid the thought until the urge went away and instead just begged to have his cock buried into your mouth from the get go.

You wrap your mouth around Hyunjin, your fingers thrusting and rubbing against your sodden lips till they burn with passion to have something so much thicker than your long fingers. A deep moan pulls from Hyunjin's chest as he panted, long fingers weaving through your hair before gripping it tightly and pulling, making a ponytail, a muffled moan leaving your mouth as he plowed into your wet hole.

Your knees ache, from all the kneeling and you are dripping onto the floor, leaving stains from the repeated thrusts of your fingers. You know it's a helpless chase because your fingers could never reach you to an orgasm as quick as Hyunjin could to you and yet, you're desperate. To kill two with one stone — have your orgasm and to make him reach his.

Your mouth and barely your throat, screams for mercy, but the sight of your boyfriend losing himself in your mouth is so worth it that it has you quicken your speed, your fingers rubbing the insides miserably.

Hyunjin's cock is heavy and warm on your tongue. You've known this before with all the blowjobs you've given him but none emphasises on how thick it is as much as when he fucks your mouth. Your jaw begins to ache from the constant task of fitting his fat girth into your mouth, but the feeling of him sliding against your tastebuds and battering the back of your throat makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. Hyunjin's grip on your hair is stronger to position your face and yet you release another moan, the vibrations rolling against his cock.

“F-Fuck!” He stutters out, grunting into you, balls slapping against your wet chin as he leans his head back in pleasure, hips never ceasing their ruthless rutting into your tight mouth in the middle of your bedroom. "Your mouth is made for me to fuck. Oh god, look at how you're taking me. What a slut. You must have practiced with a dildo thinking it was daddy's, huh?"

He caught you. Your fingers slip in even further, knuckles deep, as he says those words and he pulls you all the way along his cock, cock hitting the back of your throat, coating it with the thick mucosa. Hyunjin stills for a minute, letting your jaw ache miserably at the feel of having him completely in you.

"Can that stupid dildo compare to daddy's cock, cumslut?"

Tears stream down your face as his fat cock stretched your throat, your thumb rubbing your clit as you felt yourself stretch out. Your mouth and your pussy being so full that your mind is slowly spiralling into the awaiting bliss.

Hyunjin sees you speeding your ministrations on your engorged button that he pulls out of your mouth, letting you breath in air. He chuckles, "You're so desperate. What a needy slut, rubbing your slutty little clit while I destroy your mouth. Are you having fun? Is this what you wanted?"

He holds your jaw, pressing slightly in an attempt not to hurt you more as he holds your hair with the other. He angles your face up to look at him as he asks, "Words. I need answers."

"Yes, yes, yes," your voice is groggy and desperate. Hoarse from all the fucking, you beg, "I need more. Need your cock to ruin me. Please."

He places his cock back into your mouth, "Rut faster for daddy," and he thrusts in, continuing to move against your tongue, whining at how your tongue feels against his dick.

Your thumb rubs your clit faster, chasing your high as Hyunjin's hips begin to stutter soon, losing their tempo has he chased his orgasm as well. His grip on your hair tightens as he feels it tightening in him. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of his balls slapping against your chin, muffled moans coming from your stuffed mouth and rapid panting from him. Hyunjin is a whiner and they sounded nothing less of a symphony to you.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He grunts out, trying to hold out a loud moan. His hips still surges forward to reach deeper into your mouth, a little more than before. You gag slightly around him and the coil in his stomach snapped. Hyunjin comes undone in your mouth.

“Oh fuck! I'm coming. Ah," Hyunjin chokes on his moan, cock buried to the hilt in your mouth as he pumped his cum straight down your throat, legs quivering slightly from the force. He tries to not be as loud as he could normally get, worried over your sensitive self. White spurts leave his cock in turns to coat your throat and you swallow them.

You gasp around his cock, your orgasm washing through you only moments after his. Your fingers are coating in thick orgasmic release as you pull it out, slowly playing with your clit.

Hyunjin finally pulls out of your sore mouth, shuddering at the sight of a thin string of his cum and your spit linking him to your lips. You sit back onto your ass gasping heavily for air, jaws aching from all the action. Your hand came up to weakly grasp at your throat as you calm your rapidly beating heart, adrenaline shooting into your stream and oxytocin flooding you.

His brown eyes take in the sight of your swollen pink lips, cheeks tinged red and covered in tears and spit. Hyunjin, swears to God, feels his cock twitch slightly as a pang of arousal shot through his body again. But he chooses to ignore that. He has to take care of you first.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Hyunjin crouches down, squatting in front of your collapsed frame. He holds your wrist, taking sight of your fingers slick with your arousal. He puts them into his mouth, licking them clean and you moan, breath hitching.

You think you are bound to get more action for the night when he licks your fingers. However, he take them out, slightly tapping your cheek with his fingers. He holds your waists with your arms and picks you up, carrying you. Your wrap your limbs around his frame, chin nuzzling into his neck at the warmth your boyfriend gives you.

He lays you down on the bed, only to climb the same and cuddle against you. He plays with your hair as he mumbles into your ear, "I'm so, so, sorry. Did I get too rough?"

He kisses your jaws, slowly, caressing the skin with his thumb. "I love you, okay? You're not a slut. You're not a whore. I love you and you're my babygirl. All mine to love and protect."

"I know and I love you too." You voice back, hoarse however.

"Hush," he places his finger against your lips. "Don't speak. Rest your mouth." He leans forward to grab a cup from the counter and you realise that that was what he had gone to get before. "Drink this up," he places it against your mouth after allowing you to sit up slightly. Hyunjin explains, "It's supposed to help. It's a honey and thyme infusion, with a bit of lemon squeezed in."

You look at your boyfriend wide eyed, heart thumping so loudly in your chest. This is the man you definitely want to spend a lifetime with. You made your choice right. Your drink from the cup and Hyunjin places it back on the table, helping you lay back and cuddle into his chest as he kisses your hair.

"I'm sorry, ah," Hyunjin groans in regret. He kisses your forehead as you look up at him, smiling softly. "Did I hurt you too much?"

You shake your head from the left to right to signal that he didn't. "It's alright," you whisper. "I wanted exactly this." Hyunjin laughs, arms wrapping around you a little tighter almost as if he wants to be a part of you.

"I'm still sorry for hurting you like that," he pokes your nose before kissing your cheeks and resting his head against yours, only to mumble, "I love you so much," before closing his eyes and holding you to him for the rest of the night.

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