#it sounds so cheesy but i truly don't know where i would be right now if it wasn't for you guys :(

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The Loneliest [Epilogue] | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Epilogue]

Summary: A glimpse into your life with Kylian Mbappé.

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), cussing, crying, pregnancy, badly google translated french, super cheesy (sorry not sorry), I feel like I got a little preachy at the end there but I feel like it fits, so it stayed in, 10.8k words so read when you have time to spare lmao. Let me know if I missed anything! – English is not my first language –

Masterlist

"You seriously need to get out of this place." Kylian grunted as he wiped his hands on a dirty hand towel, sweat shining on his forehead.

You scoff. "You're telling me." You leave the fruit you were slicing on the counter to lean over and quickly peck him on the lips. "Thanks for fixing the AC, babe."

"Don't thank me yet. I don't even know if I did any of that right." He chuckles, stealing a peach slice from the cutting board and popping it in his mouth.

Fair point. Though you felt the air finally blowing coolly on your sweaty neck, Kylian was absolutely not a handyman. But all you had to do was bat your lashes and he was game, taking his shirt off with a wink and throwing it at you jokingly.

Even after almost seven months of living in this shoebox, your landlord had only come once to replace your doorknob which promptly fell off the next day. Besides being absolute dog shit at his job, he's a creepy man. Always with a lingering stare and invasive questions. Kylian met him one time and assured you you didn't have to call that guy ever again, that he'd take care of any maintenance issues. You laughed out loud when he told you this which bruised his ego, but he's kept his word.

So far, he's successfully captured and released a rat, unsuccessfully repaired your ceiling fan, and more recently, accidentally sprayed himself in the face with a vicious stream of water while trying to fix your drippy kitchen faucet. He was pissed, but only for a second. Your unstoppable laughter cut right through his bad mood that was sure to explode out. Instead, you both shared a moment of wheezing, clutching your stomachs and clinging onto each other for balance.

It had been a good six months officially back together. Better than good. The relationship itself was easy. Of course it was easy… you knew him inside and out, and vice versa. You’d tried to keep your guard up, truly... but, whenever Kylain wrapped his large hand around your waist like he was now, you melted into him.

You continue slicing peaches and berries, Kylian's sweaty and shirtless body pressed behind you to look over your shoulder, resting his chin on your bone, placing only one kiss to the side of your neck to hear you giggle. The sweet sound was his absolute favorite since the moment he met you. The spot where your shoulder met your neck would scrunch into his face when his lips landed there — a useful piece of information he took advantage of ever since he discovered it.

“I have a knife in my hand, you know.” You warned playfully, making him squeeze you affectionately.

“Wow, I’m very scared.”

“You should be.” You set the knife down and turn in his arms, facing Kylian, only a couple inches away from his face. “I’m deadly.”

“That, you are.” He mumbled in a sultry tone, pressing forward to kiss you without hesitation, letting his hands begin to move on your hips, pulling your body directly into his.

You wrap your arms around his neck and move your mouth against his, careful not to touch him with your sticky fingers. He smiles against you, walking your entwined bodies backwards until his leg hits the couch, bringing you both down onto the soft cushions.

“Kylian!” You chuckled delightedly, pulling away from his face as you straddled his lap, his hands resting on your ass comfortably. “I’m making a tart.”

“Let’s make out first.” He dictated, biting his lip as his stare became needier.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with an adoring grin. “It won’t take me long to finish.”

“Me neither.” He joked, wiggling his eyebrows, defensively laughing as you smacked his arm at the comment.

You still haven’t had sex, not since before the break up. It wasn’t a precaution or punishment you intended on keeping for this long, but you wanted the timing to be perfect. You understand that this is quite a large amount of pressure to put on one single moment, but it’s a part of you you didn’t want to give away just yet. A safety net, of sorts. It had been almost eight months since that dreary night of your birthday. To some, that might seem like a long period to not have sex — but to you, the broken intimacy extends far past the parameters of time. You’d do it when you were sure you were ready.

Thankfully, Kylian accepted your decision and respected it, but refused to hold back his affections. Physically, he didn’t think he could. You were just so cute, so sexy, and exclusively his again.

You climbed off his lap, tusking at him as you walked away back into the kitchen. Not a far walk, but Kylian enjoyed the view nonetheless.

He wanted you so bad. Obviously, the amazing sex wasn’t even close to the sole reason for wanting you back… but he was just a man. An impressive man, yes. But still only a man. He could whine about it as much as he wanted to, but this was still your timeline and his fuck up.

You were stuck in a daydream as you began to roll the dough out. Your shitty oven preheated fourteen degrees hotter than your recipe called for, but the heat mechanism inside was as old as Paris itself. You’d had one too many under baked dishes until you finally figured it out. You made sure the line was drawn for handyman-Kylian when he needed to stick his head inside of an oven.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the oven started to click. Now, you’re no expert, but that’s not something an oven should do. You and Kylian both locked eyes, a furrow of concern growing on both your faces as the clicking turned to rattling. Then, it began shaking, shaking until it plopped itself open like in a cartoon, the oven door breaking off completely and clanging on your floor, sending a wave of strong heat straight to your face.

“Jesus!” You jumped back and Kylian was pulling you away toward the front door in a millisecond.

“Stay there!” He yelled running back to the kitchen, carefully stepping around the heated door on the ground while avoiding the scorching air from the oven, turning the knob to turn it off hurriedly. He sprinted back to you as you both watched the oven calm itself, the laser red heaters inside slowly dwindling.

You stared at your kitchen with tears of frustration brimming your eyes, uniting your apron and throwing it down. “I fucking hate this place!” You crossed your arms, well aware your pout looked like a third graders.

Kylian hooked his arm around your shoulder, bringing your crying figure into his chest. “I know, amour. I know.”

Kylian felt waves of guilt in moments like these, knowing that if it weren’t for him, you’d be comfortable in your shared home, lavishly living like he wanted you to. Like you were meant to. He’d offered many times to at least let him pay for an upgrade, but the scowl alone let him know that he was not to do that. You made it clear that your life and his were to be separate until further notice. Even offering to buy you a new shower head was crossing that line, no matter how badly you wanted one that didn’t feel like you were being pissed on by an elderly man.

“How ‘bout we finish your tart at my place?” He murmurs, tilting your head up, wiping the tears away carefully. You nuzzled your nose back into his skin, nodding and sniffling.

He helped you place everything neatly in Tupperware containers while you made yourself an overnight bag.

You kept disposables at his place; toothbrush, extra face wash, makeup wipes… the sort of things that were replaceable in case anything went awry. But recently, you’d notice you’d leave your charger there accidentally, a couple of nice shirts or jeans. Though you scolded yourself for the carelessness, a part of you was happy your subconscious knew you’d be back there. The possibility of everything going to shit again wasn’t anywhere in sight, but you didn't want to jinx it.

His place always smelled the same. Woody, slightly floral, airy like the windows were always left open. Your place, on the other hand, always smelled of mildew, no matter how long you’d let fresh air in, how many candles you lit, how many air fresheners you bought. His home was evocative. Comforting. The perfect place to finish your tart.

“Can I help?” Kylian asked, taking yet another peach from your tray.

“Yeah, how about you stop stealing my ingredients?” You poked, sifting more flour on his countertop.

“But they taste so good.”

“Don’t care. Chef’s rules.” You shrug, pulling the bowl of fruit away from Kylian.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as you focused on making your desert, continuing to roll the dough out like you had been trying to do for the past hour. Suddenly, you felt a sharp whip on your ass.

“Ah!” You squeal, turning around and seeing Kylian wearing a shit eating grin and holding a kitchen towel innocently. “You whipped me!” You try and hold back a grin, but it slipped through.

Kylian shrugged. “You can’t prove anything.”

“Oh, you wanna mess with me?” You shake your head, taking the towel that was thrown over your shoulder and twisting it menacingly, instantly sending Kylian on defense with his own towel.

You both were set in position, just waiting for the other to make a move. You tried your luck and it worked, whipping him right on the leg.

“Putain!” He curses, immediately retaliating but missing when you step back. You tried again, hitting him in the butt as he attempted to run away, laughing when you heard his playful scream. “Oh, now you’re really gonna get it, mon chérie.”

You both psyched each other out on opposite ends of the kitchen island, giggling at every move you made. This was Kylian's game. Having professional practice at this daily, he caught you when you tried to make a run for the living room, strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“No!” You cackled, doing your best to hit him with the rag as your limbs went weak with joy, letting him carry your full body weight down to the couch, your head landing on the cushion as he straddled you. He poked your sides, successfully tickling you into a silent laughing mess, big intakes of air were few and far between until you could pull yourself together enough to wave your white flag. “Okay! Okay! I give up! You win!”

He stopped, chuckling at you who was still calming down, arms protectively covering your stomach. Kylian was absolutely filled with adoration at this moment. He loved seeing you so happy, so candid, so full of life. He loved knowing he played a part in that. That he made you laugh. He was responsible for the now subdued giggles that found their way up from your chest by their own accord.

He couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and kissed your lips so sweetly that it made him dizzy… it made you dizzy. You placed your gentle hands on his face, pulling him in deeper, scratching the nape of his neck and pulling back enough to watch the goosebumps flood his skin.

“You still love when I do that.” You mumble, voice quiet and wispy.

He hummed, turning his head to kiss your wrist. “I just love you.”

Your heart thumped at his affirmation. It did every time. “I love you too.”

With nothing else left to say, you pulled him back into you, letting the passion take over as your leg wrapped up and around his waist to pull him closer.

He might as well have been devouring you, soaking in every ounce of love you presented him with. His tongue lapped yours, hands roaming up and down your sides, feeling the hums you sang in his entire body like electricity.

His hips began to grind gently on yours, lost in the sweet kisses you bombarded him with as he moved down your neck, leaving purposeful hickeys on it as proof that he was there. Proof that you were his. He began to get hard, something he’d usually try and hide to not make you feel bad about the no sex thing, but he didn’t this time. He was too caught up in this moment with you.

Without much warning, you flipped both of your bodies around, now straddling his taken-aback figure. You leaned down and pressed one single long kiss on his lips before pulling off completely, standing and walking away.

You left Kylian on his back, a disappointed look on his features as he caught his breath, your body nowhere near his anymore. He wanted to fully feel you again so badly, already making a plan to excuse himself to the bathroom for approximately 5-10 minutes to take care of himself.

Before he could, a piece of clothing landed on his body. He looked at it confused, leaning up and over the back of the couch to see you standing halfway up the staircase, topless, a flirtatious smirk dancing across your features. Once you saw the realization hit him, you giggled and jogged up the stairs.

He only let himself sit in shock for a second before he jolted up, making long strides toward the staircase, following the trail of clothing. Your shorts, your socks, until he reaches the doorknob that you hung your bra on. He took them all in his hands, slowly opening the door.

There you were — revealed, laying with your arms propped up, facing his direction in nothing but a pair of underwear, your figure shining in the afternoon sun that was steeping through the open window. The backlighting provided a luminous halo around your head, eyes traveling down to your hardened nipples, your navel, your legs — you looked completely angelic. His limbs lost the ability to hold up your strung clothing anymore, letting them drop to his feet as he exhaled, eyes hooded with need.

“Shut the door, baby.”

He does as he’s told, closing it with his foot so he wouldn’t have to turn away from your practically naked body. As he walked to you, he shed his own clothing, leaving himself only in boxer briefs when he reached you, laying on top of you. He wastes no time kissing you, showing you how desperate he is for this moment to go on.

His left hand held his weight up as his right traced a gentle path from your thigh to your neck, pulling your face ever closer to his, noses smushed against each other.

You whimpered, feeling wetness pool between your legs, moving your hips against his now obvious erection. You placed your thumb under the hem of his boxers, tugging them down as far you could until he rolled over on his back and pulled them down the rest of the way, erection slapping his stomach. His eyes were wide as you straddled him again, placing your warm hands on his bare chest.

“You’re so sweet to me.” You praised, voice like candy but extremely sultry. You pecked his bicep. “And patient.” You kissed his chest. “And thoughtful.” Just above his belly button. “You’re… everything to me.” You sigh, kissing almost the base of his wanting member, keeping eye contact as you grab it, kissing his red tip.

He whined at the contact, caressing your hair. “Bébé…” He wanted to say so much more, but when he saw your lips wrap around his head, all he could do was throw his head back into the pillow and lift it just as fast, not wanting to miss a second of this moment.

You took him down slowly, twisting your hand up and down with slight pressure, tracing the familiar veins as you went on. His moans were pure filth, just getting filthier the deeper you took him. You were proud of yourself for not losing your deepthroating abilities as his tip went down your throat and your lips met his base, massaging his balls as he groaned into the air.

You pulled back and flattened your tongue against his slit, using the tip of your tongue to circle around it stiffly. “Mon dieu…” He hissed, breathy and laced with unadulterated pleasure.

Finally, you gave into your craving – fully realizing how much you’d missed having him in the palm of your hand like this. Taking the entirety of his length all the way back in without warning made his hips jolt into you, causing you to gag but not pull back. His eyes were fixed on yours and how tears formed on your lashes. Your mouth is so full of him, bursting at the seams as your lips touched his base. The way you tried to take him deeper with a slow shake of the head… it all drove him mad. He felt like he was under your spell.

The shallow breaths and whines Kylian sounded out made you soak your panties even more. You felt as if he were close, but you didn’t want him to come. Not yet.

You pulled him out with a pop, wiping the corners of your mouth as he wasted no time sitting up. His gaze didn’t falter as he watched how you stood on your knees on the bed, straddling his legs, looking down at Kylian who made eye contact as his hands were placed flat on the outsides of your thighs. Slowly, he pulled your panties down. He was practically face to face with your pussy but felt the need to look at you, your eyes, the way you bit your lip. He finally looked forward and groaned appreciatively at the sight, seeing you glisten for him.

“You’re perfect.” He said almost to himself, putting his hands on the round of your ass to get you to shuffle into his face. Once you were close enough, he buried himself in your slit immediately as you grabbed his shoulders and dug your nails in.

He tilted back to get the perfect angle for his tongue to meet your clit, expertly moving his tongue back and forth, up and down, every direction with consistency and pressure. He couldn’t get enough of your taste, feeling like an addict who’s relapsed on his drug of choice.

He couldn’t be positive that this wasn’t another wet dream as he watched your chest heave above him, the light now hitting you directly. It illuminated every goosebump, every divot, every curve, every stretch mark, every bit of your skin. He didn’t even know if he was blinking, taking a mental video of the way you looked right now for later, whenever he was alone.

Your legs shook as he added a finger up into you, then another to accompany it. “Holy… fuck… yes!” You couldn’t keep the moans in if you tried, your mind blank from anything but the thought, why the hell did I wait this long again? You’d know the answer in a heartbeat if Kylian hadn’t begun scissoring his digits, curling them like he had a map telling him exactly where to go.

“Oh, god… Kylian… yes! Right there… feels so good, baby.” You blabbered, maybe not as coherent as you meant for it to come out, but Kylians ears perked at any noise he could get out of you, pressing his face lower and deeper into your pussy. He continued to eat you out, fingering you mercilessly. His own moans were blubbered, sending the vibrations through you anyway, amplifying the sensation of him being tucked between your legs.

“Ky… fuck!” Your voice shook along with your legs as you neared your climax. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard, baby.” You grabbed the back of his head and pushed it harder against you. He wanted to tell you how he wanted to feel you cum all over his face, on his tongue, on his fingers… but couldn’t find it in him to pull away from your sweetness.

Instead, he laid down on his back, doing his best to pull you with him to not break his movements. You let him pull your body down to effectively sit on his face, eyes rolling back at the increased pressure as he tugged you deeper.

“Holy shit.” You groan, grabbing the headboard with a white fist, peeking down at Kylian who had his hands wrapped around your upper thighs, his eyes the only visible portion of his face from where he drowned himself in you.

His long, long fingers were relentless at speeds you’d only attribute to him, tongue lapping perfectly in sync, brutally abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves over, and over, and over, and over…

“Oooh, fuuuck!” Your high pitched voice elongated and wobbly as your orgasm nearly brought spots to your eyes, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You shook uncontrollably as Kylian continued to lap up everything you gave him, fingers still working inside of you until you instinctively used any strength left in you to pull off of him, moving your hips lower until your upper body rested completely on top of his.

Kylian breathed heavily on his back, feeling so accomplished and satisfied, no matter how painfully hard he still was. He was surprised he didn’t blow his load watching and listening to you scream his name. Even now he could cum with the feeling of your wetness bare on his skin and your lazy kisses on his peck, shaking fingers reaching down to tangle your hands together.

Without saying anything, you pulled yourself up, shifting your weight until you were lined up with his cock, pressing your wet core down on it and grinding against him.

“Ah…” He groaned, shutting his eyes at the friction. “I really am not gonna last if you do that, bébé.”

You bit your lip and smirked lovingly down at him, untangling your hands and used them to run up and down his bare chest. Feeling his muscles flex and heave was so intimate, wanting, needing to feel every inch of his skin with your own.

You lifted your hips once more, using one of your hands to line up his girthy member to your weeping core, letting it prod you open like he has hundreds of times before. The tightness from your last orgasm, the slick mix of his own spit and your cum, the feeling of finally getting to bury himself inside you once more… to think it all felt elusive to him just six months ago. To think he could have lost you forever.

His brows furrowed as you took him to the hilt, resting there to let yourself adjust to his massive size. Kylian looked to where your bodies connected, biting his lip to keep from moaning at just the sight. His hands grabbed your ass cheeks as you slowly began to move. The stretch was perfect, the pain from it even heightened the sensation of the intimate act.

“Fuck.” Kylian breathed as you found a slow rhythm, bouncing up and down on his dick.

He began to meet you halfway with his thrusts, hypnotized by the way your tits bounced in his face as you leaned forward. He hummed in pleasure, reaching out in front of him to grab two handfuls of your breasts, tweaking your nipples under his fingers, tugging at the supple skin.

The sun beamed on you like a goddess, as he continued to watch you in perfect clarity. The noises in the room were filthy, moans and grunts, skin slapping together, low curses that groveled out straight from your chests.

Your legs became tired and you leaned forward more, bodies pressed up against one another completely as you moved your hips against his, feeling your second orgasm beginning to brew inside your lower belly.You buried your face in Kylians neck as he held your body tightly, hugging your torso as you continued to move back and forth.

He could tell your muscles were sore from riding him, so he shifted his hips up slightly. “You’re so amazing.” He praised into your ear, kissing your shoulder as he propped his legs up. “I love you so much.”

Kylian, though not on top, wanted to have some of the control. Make you feel so good. He positioned himself perfectly to fuck up into you… and he did.

The first thrust was deep and hard. “Oh, Ky… oh… fuck!” You moan out, pulling back from his neck to look him in the eye. The second thrust was the same. And the third. And the fourth. His pace was ruthless and tender, perfectly rough as the drag of his dick going in and out, poking and poking that spot that made your toes curl into themselves.

You cussed out, moaned out his name — the vibrato of your moans matching the continuing thrusts into you that didn’t falter, didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. Not even when you saw the familiar scrunch between his eyebrows raise up.

“You gonna cum inside me, baby?” You heaved, not knowing how much longer you’d be able to hold your own climax.

He screws his eyes shut, trying to form a word but just grunting instead, nodding quickly. You leaned down and kissed him, gently biting his lower lip and tugging it.

He held you tighter, leaning up to press his forehead to yours, lips and noses brushing against each other, breaths becoming one as your opened mouth pants fanned the others face. “Cum with me, amour.”

“Mhm.” You hummed out a moan of agreement, actual words being much more difficult.

Staring dotingly into the eyes of the man you love, letting him make love to you… Bare and vulnerable together. Tethered to each other through years of good humor and solid devotion. In that moment, you two felt unbreakable. Whether that was true or not didn’t matter. Not even a little bit. You’d weathered the storm and found out it was impossible to survive it without the other. That feeling of true love translating into a physical act, knowing that the emotions you held for each other were authentic and reciprocated was a feeling you’d carry with you for the rest of your life.

You felt the warmth spread in your lower abdomen as you curled into Kylians sweaty body. “I’m gonna cum,” you pant, bracing his shoulders.

“Me too. Fuck.” He cursed, not wanting this moment to end. He continued his thrusts, watching the pleasure and torture grow on your face by the second. He thrusts again, again, again, again, until he knew he couldn’t stop himself anymore. “Cum for me, bébé.”

You cried out into his mouth. He did the same, squeezing your body against his so tightly. Simultaneously, your orgasms ripped through your bodies. Your walls shook around him as he spurted his hot seed inside you, effectively painting your walls white as he fucked it deeper into you. He did his best to keep his eyes open, needing to see how you fell apart… It was magic.

His thrusts slowed until they halted altogether. Your ears rang at the silence that followed the passion, slowly regaining the ability to listen to the synchronized breathing, the rapid heartbeats that thumped loudly against the others chest, the faint ambiance of the outside world you both had forgotten about, only focused on the one true love in front of you… in front of him.

“Kylian?” You heaved after a moment of basking in each other's presence, feeling his hand move up and up your bare back to hold the back of your head against his chest.

“Yes, mon amour?”

You paused, smiling and kissing his chest tenderly. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna finish that tart.”

Five months later

“Okay. Fine. I’ll hand it to you.” You sigh, hand resting on your hips as you try and catch your breath. “This was definitely worth the hike.”

Kylian blew a raspberry as he set the blanket down on the tall grass. “That was barely a hike.”

“It was a steep hill.”

“You didn’t even carry anything.” He pointed out, setting the basket down and gesturing to it. “That shit is heavy.”

“You packed it.” You respond, walking over and sitting down on the checkered material and shuffling through the items in the wicker basket. “Oh, damn. Ky. I thought this was going to be like… ziplock baggies and canned wine kind of picnic.”

“Canned wine?” He repeated, shocked and almost offended.

“It’s a thing.” You shrugged, pulling out the glass tins full of food, opening them, spreading them around neatly as he sat next to you and helped by lighting a candle he brought to keep away the bugs.

He pulled out a bottle of cabernet, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Tonight is for real wine.” He stated, uncorking the bottle with the corkscrew.

He really thought of everything.

You thanked him as he handed you a stemless glass full of red liquid. “You’re so cute.” You mumble, watching him as he opened the container with pastries, neatly organized, somehow unaffected by the long drive and trek up to this spot. A light laugh escaped his lips, shy under your loving gaze. You squeeze his hand for a second before you request, “let me take a picture of you, honey.” 

It obviously wasn’t a suggestion as you shuffled opposite of him, positioning yourself behind your cell phone.

Kylian smiled, squinting slightly at the direct sunlight of the lowering sun. The captured moment couldn’t be more sweet, feeling a goofy giggle rise from your chest looking at your man digitally captured. It couldn’t possibly compare to the actual sight, but it was a close second.

“Adorable.” You go back to your spot, now leaning some of your body weight on his shoulder. “Let's eat. I’m starving.”

He chuckled, having heard that from you the second he began driving from the small rental cabin in the French countryside to this spot. A secluded hillside facing west, painted with wildflowers and tall grass. He felt around discreetly in his pocket, finding that the small box was still secured safely in there.

He handed you a cloth napkin when he saw you devouring one of the finger sandwiches and using your hand as a plate. You thanked him with a giggle, not even embarrassed about the glob of mustard you felt at the corner of your mouth.

You both carried casual conversations while you munched on the packed dinner; listening to his stories about the team, asking about family members, laughing at inside jokes, gossiping about people at your work… domestic conversations that flowed like a river downstream.

The way you gently brushed away a crumb on the corner of his mouth… how you’d take a bite of his pastry even though you had your own…  watching your nose scrunch up and your head tilt back when he made you laugh… when he shielded you from the gentle spring breeze and you tucked yourself deeper into him until eventually, the pair of you might as well have combined into one. It was all so comfortable.

He noticed as you became distracted from the conversation, the clouds in the sky whisking together as the colors change catching your attention more than his locker room story.

“It's so beautiful here..." You mumble softly, trying to conserve this serene moment. You romanticized this kind of life; settling down in the French countryside; acres of open land and rolling hills, living off of homegrown vegetables and freshly squeezed lemonade.

Kylian pulled your shoulder down into his body, letting you use him as a headrest until you shuffled your way in between his open legs, falling into his warm embrace as if it was chiseled just for you by whatever higher power was out there.

He wrapped a snug and affectionate hug around your waist, pressing his cheek to the side of your head. Solely your presence in this time was enough to make him yearn to grow roots; plant himself deep into this soil with you in his embrace. The old oak trees that were scattered across the land were calling him to settle down with them. They reached toward the sun, strong and tall, branching out with leaves that danced happily in the sporadic gusts of air, content in their growth, their place, their permanence.

Ever since he'd known you, he knew you had a thing for sunsets. You would point them out so frequently as if it were your first time ever seeing one. His fondest memory is winning your love back while watching the long rays of sun break through the clouds in his Paris home, the home you finally share again. Well over a year has passed, but he remembered every detail like it just happened the day before. That's why this was the place he'd ask you – again – to marry him. This time, he'd see it through. He'd watch you walk down the aisle. He'd kiss you after declaring his love in front of everyone. He'd spend the rest of his days cherishing you, growing a family of your own, reminding you how perfect you are to him.

He kissed your temple, warmth spreading when you pressed into his lips, hearing you take a deep breath in. He took one also, preparing himself for what’s to come. "Come on. I gotta show you something."

He stood up and helped you along, grabbing your hand and entwined your fingers, leading you down the hill, walking hand in hand for a couple minutes. You saw it immediately, even from yards away; the field of wildflowers that sprung up from the ground, invading the land for miles was impossible to ignore. The untouched area leaves them at peace to grow and be beautiful, insusceptible to the wrath of lawn mowers and weed-wackers.

As their petals reflected the gold rays of the sun, the light changed the colors of your skin. He couldn’t focus on the deep warming hues above him like you were, completely distracted from the sight. The sun kissed the horizon and he could see its mirrored image in your eyes. He decided that was a much better way to experience this.

“Kylian.” You breathed, your voice airy and dreamy. Your eyes couldn’t be torn away as you walked into the field of flowers, feeling the stems tickle your ankles. Kylian stayed in place, your hands parting when you walked too far away. “Look at the sky.”

He found himself in this situation before, having to disobey your request once again as his eyes were preoccupied. He wished he was a painter so he could recreate this scene and look at it forever; put it up in a museum with a silver plaque that told everyone how much you mean to him — though he was sure that even with the largest of vocabularies, the words to truly explain the way you made him feel didn’t exist. It was allconsuming. Overpowering. Unreal.

He thought about the last time he was in this position – with a ring burning a hole in his pants pocket. The sweat beads on his forehead were obvious that night, having to use his suit jacket’s sleeve to keep them out of his eyes. He remembered how all of your peers cheered when you said yes, the rooftop restaurant rented out for only your close friends and family. It was nice experiencing that blissful moment with others, but today felt calmer. Like the eyes of the world couldn’t reach you. The pressure of it all was still heavy, but his soul was still as water in a pond, only riddled by the distant worry of the inevitable day's end — healed rapidly by the knowledge he’d have you in his arms every day after.

You faced the horizon still, back turned to him when his knee had found the earth below him, his fingers clutching the pocket sized box. He should be nervous now like he had been all week, overthinking every integral moment of the rebuild of your relationship — but he knew right now, in this moment, in his heart, it’d be you and him forever. Just as the universe intended.

“Isn’t it perfect?” The words escaped your lips just as you twirled around, not expecting to have to look down to meet your lover's adoring gaze. You gasp, putting your hand on your chest at the man on one knee.

You two shared a second of silence, throats clogged with weeps that waited patiently to break free inside your throats, hearts beating at the same pace, bound to each others’ without the promise of a ring.

“In all my years, I’ve found many things that make me happy in this life. But none of them compare to you.” The emotion of it all brought tears to his eyes, matching your glossy ones. “From the first moment I saw you, I was yours. Every day since, I fall deeper in love with you. I promise you, I will fight for our love until my last day on earth. I’ll work hard to keep a smile on your face, because no one can make me smile like you can. I’m so in love with you. I can’t wait to grow old with you. To grow a family. To spend the rest of our lives by each other's side. The good and the bad.”

Your hand covered your mouth, but he saw the smile reach your eyes, trails from your crying running down each finger. You sniffled into your palm, Kylian's beaming and hopeful smile radiating brighter than any sunset ever has.

He flipped open the box, still fixated on only you, and you only him. “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for my whole life.” His voice cracked as the words escaped him, speaking directly from the deepest part of his soul. “Will you marry me?”

You clutched your heart once more and stumbled toward Kylian, getting down on your own knees to be at his level. You grabbed his face softly, staring into his sparkling irises, giggling happily through the tears, wiping his own with your thumbs.

“Yes!” You rejoiced, words laced in pure honey, kissing his lips aimlessly. “Of course I’ll marry you, Kylian.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, both your faces fitting delightfully in the crooks of each other's necks, wetting the skin with the endless waterfalls that fell freely.

You pulled back, kissing him once more. He kept his head close to yours as you both finally looked down at the ring inside the box.

“Oh my god, Ky.” You gasped, allowing him to take your left hand in his. “It’s gorgeous.”

His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he kissed your ring finger before sliding on the band, fitting perfectly.

“They’re the same diamonds.” He explained, referring to your first engagement ring while you took in every detail of your newest and most permanent piece of jewelry. “It didn’t feel right to give you the same ring but I couldn’t get rid of it, so...” 

He had spent months with a designer figuring out the different cuts and bands to symbolize a second beginning for an eternity with you.

“It’s perfect.”

You both stood together, heads leaning into each other until the trees turned to shadows. The moon's faint blue light provided no guidance for finding your way back to the car, yet neither of you grew any concern over it, finding security in entwined fingers and shared laughter.

Seven years later

“I’m definitely balding.” Kylians voice echoed from the hallway over the soft music playing.

You shake your head with a chuckle, arms tired from rolling and kneading a ball of dough. “No you’re not. You’ve been looking at the back of your head too much, hun.”

He saunters into the kitchen holding his phone out at arms length toward you. “Look.” You stare at his screen displaying an awkwardly self-taken picture of the crown of his head, only slightly less hair on the top than a couple years ago. “See?”

You shrug at him as he continues to analyze the image, pinching it to zoom in. “I think the back of your head looks just as handsome as the day I met you.”

He clicks his tongue, setting the phone down as if that’ll make him stop thinking about his inevitable aging. Kylian leans against the counter next to you, obviously eyeing the strawberries you’d just washed inside a bowl in the sink.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even think about it.” You read his intentions, Kylian being a notorious and shameless ingredient thief.

A playful smirk found its way to his lips as his hand inched closer to the pile of fruit, watching and waiting for the reaction that he craved to get from you.

“Kylian…” You warned in a whiney tone as he snatched one by the stem, bringing it to his grinning lips. He made a whole show of taking a bite of it, humming and closing his eyes like it’s the best thing he had ever tasted, even rubbing his belly comically for dramatic effect. You sigh, biting back a grin that would only fuel his shenanigans. “I’m gonna have to start putting out decoy ingredients covered in hot sauce, or something.”

He smiles wider, showing off the creases in his face that are now permanent. Though he felt insecure at times about his aging skin that portrayed wrinkles even in his most relaxed state, you couldn’t love them more — a souvenir from decades of laughing and happiness. Proof of a joyous life. It’d formed your semi-new habit of kissing the crows feet at the corners of his eyes, loving how it made them more prominent as he’d grin at the simple act of adoration.

Kylian extends the other half of his bitten fruit to your mouth, feeding you the rest of the strawberry, feeling your lips brush against the pads of his fingers.

You hummed at the sweet juice, savoring the flavor. “I don’t know how your mom’s strawberries always taste so perfect.”

“I’m pretty sure she gives us the best ones.”

“She’s so cute.” You praise, washing the flour off your hands. “When are they getting here, again?”

Kylian looks at his watch. “Uh, like seven, I think.”

You nod, seeing that you’re cutting it close on timing to finish the tart, but it should give it enough time to chill once the crust is cooled off. Kylian made himself a snack as you put the crust in the oven, immediately beginning the clean up of the mess you've made with a big sigh.

While munching on a sandwich, your husband helped you by putting away the refrigerated items. You’d gotten used to the little things after all these years, like him cleaning the kitchen with you. He hated cleaning but simple things like that show love and respect. He never expected gratitude when he did these things, but you always showed him anyway.

Sometimes, you'd get to thinking about all the small acts like those that add up to keep you both feeling like equals in the relationship. Your heart just fills up, usually leading to you roughly grabbing Ky’s face and smushing your lips to his cheek, dramatically smacking loud kisses onto him with a flooding wave of appreciation for your significant other. It’d take him by surprise at the most random of times, but looked forward to your next smooch attack every time. When you’d get to looking at him for too long, sentiments you’ve collected through the years take over your brain like wildfire, needing to express your love in some physical manner before you explode. 

Kylian’s more immediate with his affections. He’d have one thought and would have to share it with you that instant. Ranging from easy compliments when he’d wake up before you, claiming “I love your nose” from the deepest part of his soul; to “you’re really turning me on right now” when you ran your hands down his chest post-shoulder rub after his training. His affections poured out of him into you.

You hummed along to the music mindlessly, songs you haven’t heard in years shuffled on your mass playlist. The beat had your hips moving and head bobbing as you began wiping down the counter, but you found yourself grinning down at the marble when the soft piano began to play through the speaker.

“I haven’t listened to this in forever.” You mumbled, not looking up to see your husband trying to contain his smile behind you at the familiar and lovely tune. 

Kylian pressed two warm hands at your hips, kissing your cheek from behind you. “Me neither.” He slowly swayed your movements to sync with his, moving his hands to wrap around your stomach loosely. “You know, I almost cried when we danced to this at our wedding.”

“Yes, I know.” You giggle, collecting some crumbs on your hand and tossing them in the sink next to you, wiping your palms with a rag. “You’re a big softie.”

Though the version you had at the wedding was much different than the original, the words still rang true. The lyrics to La Vie en Rose begin to take over the kitchen.

“Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche. Voilà le portrait sans retouches de l'homme auquel j'appartiens” A gaze that makes me lower my own, a laugh that is lost on his lips. That is the un-retouched portrait of the man to whom I belong.

“Dance with me.” He whispers, stretching his fingers over the material of your shirt.

You chuckle like a schoolgirl, looking down to try and hide your love-struck timidness. “You’re so cheesy, Ky.”

“I don’t care.” He walks your bodies away from the counter, turning you around to show you his dimpled face, looking absolutely content to just be there with you. “I want to dance with my beautiful wife.”

You gaze up at him like he hung the moon, already over yourself as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you close by the small of your back.

“Quand il me prend dans ses bras, qu'il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose. Il me dit des mots d'amour. Des mots de tous les jours, mais moi, ça me fait quelque chose.” When he takes me into his arms, He speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses. He speaks words of love to me. They are everyday words, but they do something to me.

He touches his forehead to yours, closing his eyes just for a second before lending them back to you. The eyes that made you feel seen so many years ago are making you feel seen, still. 

Some fights and rough patches you thought you could never get over… but you could. You did. Sure, time heals all wounds and all, but earning forgiveness takes a lot out of a relationship. Both of you had to set aside your own agendas and get over useless spurts of bitterness, grudges; forcing yourself to put aside your pride because your heart just can’t go on without the other. Love isn’t about forgetting mistakes, but growing past them together. Love is about mutual respect and security. Having a companion through it all. It’s about commitment and feeling safe in that commitment. Allowing them to see the lowest lows and trusting that they’re right there with you. 

“Il est entré dans mon cœur. Une grande part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause. C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie.” A bit of happiness that I know the cause of. It's only him for me, and for me, only him, for life. He told me, he swore to me, for life. 

You nuzzled your face into his chest, letting your arms wrap completely around him as he did the same. To be loved by him was fulfilling and exhilarating and placid and right. The feeling of your family home, familiar in ways you can't describe but can only experience through the nostalgia of fond memories. 

You didn’t even need to say the words anymore. You both just knew. Always. 

The song ends and Kylian pulls his head into the crook of your neck, needing to feel the crinkle of your skin when he places his kiss there, smiling dopily when he gets his wish. “Mon coeur.” My heart. His breath tickles you more when he whispers into you, but you just hug him tighter, feeling your devotion for him heighten in every nerve in your body.

You scratch your fingernail on the spot you have been for over a decade. The reaction not as prominent anymore. Not as it was when you were only a young couple, but it meant more to both of you than just a reaction. It was a form of saying I love you, that you know him just as he knows you, that your affection for him still lives in you just as strong as your fidelity. 

He puffs out some air with his giggle, feathering your neck again with the sudden gust as he pulled back just to take another look at you, brushing his nose with yours. 

He places his hands on your stomach once more, looking down at them as he caressed the tiny forming bump. “Number two can’t get here fast enough.”

“You can’t call it number two when they're born.” You say, voice soft to match his. “Especially not around Meline. She already has only child syndrome and she’s barely three.”

“My baby Meli is perfect.” He defends instantly. 

You shake your head, pulling away from his warm embrace. “That girl really has you wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

“She got that from you, didn’t she?” He always knew how to make you blush, even after all this time.

Kylian was head over heels for his daughter. They were attached at the hip, similar in so many ways that it frightened you. She looked just like him despite everyone saying she got your nose and smile. It was the eyes. The dark chocolaty brown, the deep set almond shape that caught the attention of anyone in their line of vision. You knew you were in trouble when you caught the first glimpse of them after she was born, already finding it difficult to say no to Kylian when he’d bat his lashes at you. Now there were two of them, getting away with their tomfoolery like masterminds, abusing their built in god-given charm. 

A nice shower and some quick tidying up later, you realized that your crust was fully cooled and you hadn't even started on the filling yet. It sat on a rack that you eyed as you finished off the pear salad. 

It’s any second now until Fayza and Wilfried arrive with Ethan to bring Meline back home. It was nice that she got to spend so much time with her grandparents. They’d pick her up in the morning and drop her off at night, sometimes she’d beg to stay at her pépé and mamis house.

Planting roots in Paris was the best decision you both could have made for your family. Kylian had explored different teams, different cities, but when you found out you were pregnant the first time around, Kylian made sure that the family had a steady base under their feet.

Kylian was marinating the chicken thighs as the grill out on the patio warmed up. You giggled as you watched him through the window, sporadically swatting at a bee that buzzed around him. It kept coming back for as long as he was out there, visibly spooking and frustrating him when it got too close to his ears.

“Stupid bee.” Kylian mumbled under his breath as he walked back in, tongs in one hand, a dirty dish in the other.

“Hello!” You hear Ethan's familiar voice bounce through the home, three sets footsteps clicking closer until the family appeared in the kitchen. Meline squealed when she saw you two, wiggling out of Ethan's arms as she reached out as far as she could for one of you to take her. 

“Mon canard!” My duckling! Kylian cooed out her nickname as he clattered the dishes in the sink to whisk her out of his brother's arms, kissing her cheek repetitively as she giggled.

You greeted your in-laws and Ethan with big smiles and hugs, taking Mel's overnight bag from Fayza. “Was she good today?” You ask as you lean over to Kylian to plant a big smooch on your daughter's chubby little hand. “Were you good for pépé and mami?” You direct it playfully at the toddler.

“I was! I pwomise!” Mel claims almost defensively, balling Kylian's grilling apron into her small fist. Everyone giggles at her. She immediately won everyone over, bringing a bright light of joy to any room she was in. “Me an’ Teetin even did clean up time.” 

Teetin is what she calls Ethan. When she was first learning to talk, Ethan constantly crowded her, trying to make her say “Oncle Ethan” since she had referred to everyone else as some sort of coherent name for days at that point. One day, she blabbered “Teetin” and he went nuts, boasting about how he finally got her to say his name. Turns out, she was saying “teetee”, as in, she was teetee-ing her diaper while he held her on the sofa. The nickname stuck, though Kylian called him piss baby for the following month.

“Yes, she was an angel, as always.” Fayza confirmed, still making googly eyes at Meli. 

You set the table outside with the help of Fayza, serving iced tea and chatting with her. Kylian and Wilfried stood together by the grill and Ethan and Meline rolled around on the grass, your baby girl giggling so joyously it warmed your heart. 

Crap, the tart.

“I’ll be right back out.” You mumble to Fayza and speed walk back in, getting all the ingredients out to make the filling, pretending you’ll be okay if it doesn’t fully chill like it’s supposed to. You’ll just have to pretend you’re okay with the tart not being firm. It was a sudden frantic feeling that hit you as you stood alone in the kitchen, overwhelmed by the raw ingredients in front of you.

Kylian was posted up at the grill with his dad, talking football as usual when he felt a tug on his jeans. He looks down at his little girl with wide eyes.

“I have t’ go teetee.” She disclaims, bouncing slightly. 

“Okay, mon canard, let’s go.” He scoops her up in his arms, feeling like they should move fast after seeing her potty dance, a tell-tale sign she waited too long to ask. “Give the thighs another minute or two before you take them off.” He instructs his father, handing him the tongs before walking back inside.

She was off of diapers and was usually good at not having any accidents, but lord knows once that little girl gets distracted, tinkle time gets pushed to the back of her to-do list.

He walks past you in the kitchen, you give him a knowing look as he scurries into the bathroom, getting her on the toilet just as she began to fuss about not being able to hold it anymore. 

“Remember, Meli, let papa know as soon as you gotta teetee, ‘kay?” He reminds her as he holds her up to the sink so she can wash her own hands. 

“Okay.” She promises, but Kylian knows her well enough to deduct that this will still happen every day. Even if you ask her if she needs to go potty she’ll say no because it’s not about to burst out. 

Ky and Mel walk out of the bathroom hand in hand into the kitchen. You were almost frantically mixing together your ingredients, puffing hair out of your face. “Need some help, maman?” Kylian questions.

“Um,” you look around at the cluttered countertop. “yes, please. Can you slice these?”

Kylian smirks as you hand him the bowl of strawberries. “It’ll cost you one strawberry, mon amour.” You give him a warning look. “We’ll share it.” He points to his daughter making grabby hands at the fruit.

“Pick a small one.”

He did not. 

Kylian picked out the biggest one in there, making sure you were too distracted with mixing your concoction than on the cheeky pair. Kylian cut the berry, handing his daughter the bigger half as she sat on the counter, legs dangling down and swinging back and forth as she sucked on the sweet fruit. It was an effective distraction from begging Kylian to let her help with the slicing. No knives for her just yet.

Kylian saw the look on your face, brows furrowed. You seemed distraught as you added the jam into the bowl, hands almost shaking. “Relax, bebe. You okay?” 

“What? Oh, yeah. I’m good.” You fake smile. “Allll good over here.”

He raises his brows, not believing you at all. He wiped his hands and put Meline back on her own two feet, leaning down to her level. “Meli, baby, go show grandma your strawberry.” He whispers. She nods, running back through the open door to the patio. Kylian watches as she holds the strawberry up to his mother, a wash of pride taking over his body for his baby girl.

Then, he walks right next to you where you were beginning to sweat from the vicious manner of mixing. He places his hand over yours holding the spatula, taking it off of the utensil. 

“Kylian, come on. I have to finish this tart.” You whine, upset at him for making you stop. 

“Relax.” He soothes as you try and break free from his grip.

“I am relaxed.” You groan. “Just let me finish this tart.”

“Forget the tart. This isn't about the tart.” He points, effectively taking your attention away from your mixing bowl, though you weren't happy with him about it. “Tell me what’s wrong. What are you thinking right now?”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead as if it would clear your mind. “I think…” You stop, toying with his fingers as you look down at them. “I think I’m just a little freaked out about having another baby.”

Kylian hums, then goes quiet. You seemed so excited the first time you found out. He remembered how you jumped in his arms when the two lines showed up on the pregnancy test, how you’d already begun decorating their room, how many baby name books you’d gotten out of storage and kept on your nightstand. 

“Freaked out how?” He gently asks.

“I don’t know… just... yeah, just forget it." You grab the spatula again. "Because I really do have to finish this tart or else we won’t have dessert. It’s already going to suck because it won’t have time to cool and your mom always loves my desserts but this time she’ll hate it and I’ve been planning this since she gave us these strawberries but now it won’t even go how I thought it would. So, now, you’re all just gonna pretend to love it, but I know it's gonna be soggy and it won’t be firm and it’ll be embarrassing, so please. Just help me finish it quickly. Please.” You rant mindlessly, roughly folding the mixture together. 

Kylian's eyes are wide as he watches you. He had no idea you’d been carrying this worry about another baby but he’s seeing it simmer out of you, hoping you won’t blow your top completely. 

Slowly and silently, Kylian stands next to you once more, slicing the berries into slim pieces one by one. He lets the silence sit for a little to let you calm down and gather your actual thoughts before he speaks again.

“I’m a little freaked out, too.” 

You look up for only a second and look back down. “...You are?”

“Sure.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. “I mean, I'm excited, yes. But babies are a lot of work. Meli didn’t make it easy on us. Remember, she was such a night owl and wanted us with her all the time. She would literally cling onto us in the rocking chair to make sure we wouldn’t leave. Oh, and remember how scared of leaves she was for a couple of months? That sucked. Also balloons... God, that birthday party was a nightmare.” He recalled. These stories send a grin to your face as you wondered where the time went. She was so big and only getting bigger every day. Soon, she wouldn’t even need your help to reach things on the table or tying her shoes. 

“I can’t believe she’s three.” You sigh, tasting the filling and feeling your shoulders relax when you realized the consistency and taste was just right. Kylian finished slicing, now leaning against the counter to continue the conversation.

“She already told me what she wants for her next birthday.” He scoffed and you shook your head. Her third birthday was only last month. “A real life purple hippopotamus. But it has to be tiny enough for her to hold it.” You laugh at her request as you begin filling the crust. “She has a name for it already, too.”

“Oh, does she? I bet I can guess it. Monsieur purple hippo?” 

“Close.” He laughs. “Monsieur petite purple hippo.”

“That’s a mouthful, but very on brand for her.” You point out, scraping the last bits from the bowl. You begin to place the berry slices neatly on top of the tart, much calmer and relaxed. Your hands weren't even shaking anymore.

Kylian kissed your temple sweetly, helping you put the finishing layer on. “It’ll all work out. I promise. It’s scary, but nothing our family can’t handle.”

Your heart swells. He’s so right for you. The way he easily noticed and eased your racing mind made you focus on your left ring finger, feeling the weight of the bands that wrapped around it. They’ve been on for so many years that it just feels like part of your body, not uncommon to overlook their beauty or forget the promises they hold in your daily life. But it's simple moments like these that you remember the words engraved on them. Always pressed against your skin, never failing to stay close to you. Mon cœur t'appartient was the promise he’s kept for years, and you have as well. My heart is yours. 

Though you thought you messed up your dessert, you now look down at the finished product, and it’s perfect.

Dinner went long, caught up in conversations and hilarious stories that embarrassed Ethan and Kylian. You looked around at the family you’re a part of, physically feeling the love from every single one of the humans sitting under the dim shine of the string lights in the gazebo. With good food and better people, time slips too quickly. 

Life is short, moments graze by like a freight train passing a station. You never know what could happen tomorrow, the future is in no one's hands. Things can happen in the snap of a finger. You say your last goodbye without even knowing. You can wish to control the clock. You can wish that you could turn it back and do some things differently. You can wish you could jump forward and prepare for what’s to come. But all this wishing would do is drive you insane, because everyone lacks control when it comes to time. Appreciate the moment. Live in it. Dwelling on the negative will only comfort the pessimist that lives inside of you. Worrying about the future will only hold you back from the journey you take to get there.

So, for now, you sit sipping wine in front of empty plates while your daughter slowly falls asleep on your husband's shoulder, your mother in law's sweater drapes over your cold legs, the stars are left alone to shine brightly without a cloud in sight. Everything was just as it should be. Everything will be okay.

All this escaped time allowed for your dessert to chill. 

Finally, your tart was finished.

A/N: Officially the end of this fic, and if I do say so myself, it's satisfying. I had so much writers block through this so I'm sorry I haven't updated in over a week. I wanted to make sure this one was good after all the love that I got from this fic. Love you all so much! Thank's for reading!

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R.I.C.H

-Ricky x reader-

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Requested: Helloo! can you maybe write smthn about rickyy, like ricky buying almost anything for his s/o like expensive thingss ykyk (@wtfhyuck)

Author's note: Hi anon, I made a little drabble because I didn't know if you wanted headcanons so i hope you are fine with that

Anyways thanks for your request, enjoy it <3

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Young and rich, tall and handsome, charisma boss baby ricky goes into action again because he can't help but buy you the whole world <3

"Ricky, baby, you can't just buy me everything I lay my eyes on!"

"I can and I will"he said leaning in and giving you a short peck while he chuckled

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Yeah ricky had done it again, he had bought something for you for the 5th time that week. It was not that you didn't appreciate it, because you truly did, but you didn't like when he spend that much money on you.

So here you were on the door of your apartment as the bell had rung suddenly. To say you were confused was an understatement, you weren't waiting for anyone right?

As you got closer and opened the door revealing ricky with your favourite flowers your heart skipped a beat, smiling shyly at your boyfriend that was staring at you with the sweetest smile ever.

"Just a little something for my baby"he said as he entered inside.

However what you noticed is that he had something else that he was hiding on his back.

"Uhm, babe what is that?"you asked pointing at the little box he held in his hands.

"Oh, you'll see"

Yeah that sounded a little bit suspicious in your opinion.

As he gave it to you and you opened the little box it revealed a delicate and precious gold necklace with two letters hanging ever so gently. And I am not judge but just by looking at it you could tell that it was not the cheapest thing...

"Ricky, you didn't have to"you whined

"Of course I had to, you are really special to me y/n"

Blushing by his comment and hitting lightly his chest you answered back: "i know that, but there are plenty other ways of showing it idiot"

But actually this was kinda more special to him indeed because he hadn't just bought it for you, he had the time and the dedication to order a custom made gift for you. But you didn't know that yet, so curiosity getting the best out of you led you to ask him another question.

"But why are the initials S and Q? Those aren't my initials" (if they are let's just pretend they aren't for the plot to continue ahahshs)

"But they're mine, so you can always have me by your side" (yeah from shen quanrui if you are wondering)

And that's when you felt a literal festival of emotions exploding on your stomach, you had never seen this side of ricky. I mean the one where he spoiled you yes, but not this kind of more personal and close to his heart one, he almost felt kind of vulnerable and unprotected here but everything he did came from deep inside his heart so he hoped you treasured his efforts.

The blush on your cheeks gave away the state you were at right now, and your eyes full of love did too.

"You can't just go there doing that to me y'know?"

"Doing what?"he smiled giggling at your behaviour

"Spoiling me that much, I feel bad. But this one was really cute of you to do, thank you"

"You don't have to feel bad love, that's just my way of expressing my love, I do this because all these little details remind me of you"

"That's kinda cheesy..., but I'll take it"

He then grabbed the necklace and helped you to put it around your neck positioning himself behind you while you held your hair high to make it easier for him. After he finished, he pressed a small kiss on the back of your neck lovingly and made you twirl to see how it fitted you perfectly.

That literally made him fall in love all over again,making him the happiest person on earth.

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Now looking back at the first time he gifted you something,you probably wouldn't have guessed how much he would spoil you in the future, but if he truly wanted to be like that you would accept it BUT drawing the line of course, because we all know this man would most definitely buy you the moon and all the stars if he was capable of so. He is really whipped for you.

"Now that that issue is covered, you remembered the bag you liked the other day and that it wasn't on stock?"

"Ricky don't tell me-"

"Yeah, it should be here by tomorrow"

"Ricky, you can't just buy me everything I lay my eyes on!"

Yeah, you should definitely work on the drawing a line part from now on...

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[saintlevrant]

I would like more thoughts on merman Lev, Like how do we meet him and how does he realize 'Oh shit. I'm in love"?

ANON!!! ANON! I KNOW THIS IS LATE, BUT...

€ I have one main scenario where a merman!Lev sighting would take place; however, I am not a romantic person, so bear with me.

Now, this is probably where you take a walk along the beach, and- oh my! What is that odd figure laid up on the sand like it's sunbathing? Can't be a human cause the way it's squirming around is NOT very bipedal-esque. As you get closer, you realize it's a merperson. You approach the being, and this is where it begins. Cue the... whatever this is!

£ By heaving him back into the ocean, you help him out of the beached merman situation, and of course, he's very grateful.

£ Well, he shows how grateful he is cause bro only makes aquatic whooping and chittering sounds.

£ From then on, you go to the beach just to see how he's doing, yk, yapping it up and checking on his health and stuff. And that develops into a friendship!

£ Little by little, you guys start exchanging trinkets; for example, you'd bring land shit, like apples and flower crowns, and he'd bring you valuable items from the sea, such as pearls and handmade necklace.

£ There’s a lil unspoken competition between you two, trying to present the better object to the other with each round of gift-giving; but you never seem to be able to outdo each other.

£ And giving you valuable deep sea knickknacks is one of the only ways that Lev communicates with you, besides the occasional, broken mimicry of your words and the playful splashes he gives you with his tail.

£ He's never gotten upset with you. Maybe he feels a little irritated when you give him a gift just as beautiful as the one he gives you, but never truly upset.

£ That changes after he sees you walk along the beach with a human man. Knowing that you're not alone, the merman can't approach you, so he stays away from the shore, only peeking out from the sea surface.

£ Although he's far away, he can tell that you're smiling and laughing along with that man, and it makes an unpleasant bubble up within him. Who the hell does that bastard think he is walking with you? Haiba Lev's human?

£ You should be talking to him right now, not wasting your angelic laughter on whatever cheesy thing that man just said to you.

£ This is the moment where it hits him; you may mean more to him than a precious friend. Yes, it takes seeing you with someone else to make him realize.

£ Cliche. I know, but what else do you expect from me?

£ Lev doesn't come to the surface for days after that, even when he knows you're sitting at the edge of the water waiting for him, even though he wants to give you a token of his love.

£ He wants to. He really does, but he's scared. What if you don't understand his sentiments? What if he can't convey his feelings properly? What if that guy got to you first? What if you reject him?

£ Days pass with these thoughts clouding his mind, and the only thing that pulls him out of his head is the sound of you humming next to the water.

£ Mindlessly–like a man falling under the spell of a siren–he follows your tune. His head pokes from the surface of the water, surprising you; you didn't expect him to show up today, but you're happy he did.

£ Lev's emerald eyes watch your surprise melt into a warm smile as you beckon him closer. His heart beats faster at the welcoming sight, swimming closer to you until he reaches where the water meets the sand.

£ You talk to him as you normally would, speaking excitedly and rambling about what's happened in your life.

£ He doesn't understand half of what you're saying, but his finned ears twitch when you mention bringing a family member to walk on the beach with you.

£ Family? His gills flare as he roughly garbles the word back to you. After you explain that family means "same blood" and related, he clicks happily and disappears beneath the surface of the water.

£ He comes back after a few minutes, chirring with a hesitant rhythm.

£ Obviously, you don't understand what he's trying to tell you, but from the flush of color on his cheeks and the stiffness of his shoulders, you can see that he's nervous.

£ Mid-trill, the merman extends a webbed hand to offer you a stunning necklace decorated with pearls, delicate seashells, and coral.

£ Just by looking at it, you can tell that the necklace is of much higher quality than any of the other items he's gifted you; then, you piece it together.

£ He's confessing to you.

© xenclev 2024. ♡ thank you for the ask!

[skelinor]

Love your art! Also, this may a dumb or too personal of a question, but where did you learn to draw so well? I've been trying to teach myself for the past couple years and it hasn't been working out

Hey thanks! :)

When I think about it, there are a few different things that I believe are important when learning how to draw.

In random order:

Passion. You need to really want to become better. You will only see your greatest improvement happen if you have the right mindset and truly believe you can get to where you want to be. It sounds cheesy, I know, but having this mindset really helped me. You just have to be passionate not only about drawing, but also about improving yourself and being the best version of yourself. If I'm being honest, this is something I'm struggling with right now. It's difficult. So don't be afraid to take breaks and rediscover what drives you forward.

Practice. You've probably heard this a million times. But it's stated over and over for a reason. It may be discouraging, though, when you spend hours upon hours a day practicing only to see little to no improvement. So I would say it's important to learn WHAT and HOW to practice. What I would do is set some time aside- however long you want but short enough that you can really make the most of your attention span- and practice one specific thing. Learn how it works, draw it from different angles, draw its components, etc. If it's a muscle, learn how it fits in in relation to the muscles around it. Study what happens when it bends or contracts. What does it look like when it's small, like on a child? Or big, when it's on a bodybuilder? Really take the time to learn about and love the world around you, and everything else will fall into place.

Learn from your mistakes. This one is difficult, but extremely important. You need to recognize what you did wrong in order to improve. If you don't, you will keep making the same mistakes over and over again. You will most likely need a second opinion, as it can be hard to know what you did wrong by yourself. Don't be afraid to message artists you like and ask for a critique. Some may be too busy to respond, but others may take time out of their day to answer.

Emulate art you like. Now I want to preface this by saying in no way do I condone copying or stealing. You shouldn't be completely copying what others do. What you can do, though, is take bits and pieces of art you like and translate it into your own style. My own art style is an amalgamation of a bunch of different styles I like. It's important to learn from people who know what they're doing, especially if you don't have a teacher yourself. You can learn a lot from studying what others do.

Have faith in yourself. This ties into what I said in the passion category, but I think it's important enough that I'm putting it here too. You need to believe you have the ability to push yourself to improve. Self-confidence is important. I assume it's different for everyone, but I've found that the less self-confidence I have, the worse I do. And my passion snuffs itself out. It's really cheesy, but I can't stress enough the importance of loving yourself. It's hard- I get it, believe me. I'm still working on it myself. But you have to be patient with yourself and love who you are as a person.

Okay, that's it. Sorry for the whole entire essay. I hope this helped you ;u;

[kingpoprocks]

Femme oc x Hawks (Eli Moskowitz)

Content warning: Party, underage drinking, kissing, cursing, Hawks (Eli Moskowitz) is a bitch boy, heartbreak/angst.

Summary: Oc is Hawks' ex and when she goes to a party with her friend, she sees hawks. Some sadness happens because he's too much of a bitch boy to realize oc would get back with him if he just embraced being Eli/wasn't 100% Hawks.

The vast years drowning by were enough to write a full journal of her exploits, However one page lay fully untouched. For The naive girl, entranced by the blue-amber eyes of the once sorrowful love, continued to desire the adoration of his royalness, knowing full well his eyes will never look her way again.

"Earth to layn!" A family voice calls out, snapping me out of my book trance.

Groaning, I close my book. "Dude, I'm reading a book."

Lily, my roommate, shrugs. "Haven't you read that book five times already?"

"Yeah, and?" I sneer, tossing the book onto my bed.

"It's a cheesy romance that ends depressingly." She says as I notice her start to change into a tight black dress. " I mean, who wants to read a book where the main love interest dies? That's just denied gratification."

I chuckle lightly." That's kinda the point. She spent her entire life searching for the one person that truly loved her, but he eventually died. It's a sense of poetic morbidity."

" Mhm…" she hums." Anyways, get changed."

"For what?"

"A party." She bobbles a little.

Tilt my head." You do realize we're 17, right?"

She nods, putting in some hoop earrings. "Duh, but my friend is hosting a party at their house in an hour and a half. It's just going to be people 16 to 18 years old."

"Do I have to go?" I whine, flopping onto my bed.

"Yep, you need to get out. Get your mind off of things! Plus, you love parties!"

I snort. "I used to love parties. But it just seems like a chore now."

She pays my shoulder softly. "One hour."

"Huh?" I glance up at her.

"One hour." She repeats. "Let's go for one hour and if you still wanna come back, I'll drive you home."

Thinking for a few minutes, I decided to go with it. "I don't know, maybe it'll be fun."

"Yay!" She cheers, throwing me an outfit to put on.

I get up and change into a black mesh bustier tucked into tight black cargo pants with 2 inch black heels. Adorning the outfit is a black and silver belt, a chain connected to that belt, my ruby ring, and silver hoop earrings.

 

Brushing my dirty blonde- brunette hair, I fluff it up with some mouse, slicking it back,nrevealing my 360° undercut fade. 

Last thing I do is wash my face and apply some light makeup. I smile at my appearance.

"Alright, I'm done!" I sing out.

Lily grabs her bag. "You're alot more energetic now."

I nod. "How could I not with how hot I am?"

Shaking off the nervousness, we walk to the house and knock on the door. In a few seconds, the door opens and a girl with dirty blonde hair pops out.

She snaps her fingers in approval as we head out. I can't drive so she drives us there. It's a big house and it sounds pretty loud.

"Hey, Lily!! You made it!" The girl says flamboyantly.

"Hey moon, I brought my friend, Layn, is that okay?" Lily asks. 

Bro what, she didn't ask to bring me before?

Moon smiles. "Oh yeah, the more the merrier!"

Lily then grabs my hand, pulling me into the party, going straight for the drinks. She makes two shots of rum chata and fireball, handing me one of them.

"Girl, you know I hate Fireball." I tell her, holding the shot glass in my hand. 

She shrugs. "Yeah, but it's a party, try the shot! Then you can get your mixes."

I hum to her, putting the glass to my lips and quickly dumping the liquid into my mouth. The liquid itself goes down quickly but the lasting taste of cinnamon burns my throat causing me to cough a little. 

"God, I hate that-" I stop my sentence as I notice the lack of Lily in my area.

Bruh she left me.

Groaning annoyed, I grab vodka and ginger ale, adding a ratio of 2:8 into the cup. Swishing it around a little, I start to drink it.

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I'm not sure how long went by, but it's not light out anymore and there's a lot more people than before.

All I know is music is playing and I'm dancing and everything feels nice.

My blood is pumping and the only thing I'm focused on is the beat of the music, my hips swaying back and forth, right hand in the air whilst my left hand is grazing down my body from my chest. 

The exhilaration of this moment making me relish the idea that I'm single again. The release of fear, nervousness, guilt and more- like a weight off my back, flying through the air.

Closing my eyes, I envy myself in this moment, being engrossed into the bodies bouncing and swaying around, feeling as if I'm the only person in the world whilst being one in many.

I could finally breathe.

Until I open my eyes, and lock onto a pair of deep blue ones. Eyes I haven't seen in weeks. Eyes filled with so much rage yet so much guilt. Eyes that make you run away yet risk the threat of challenging them.

It was a moment in which everything seemed to vanish. The music, the people, the voices, the lights. Just him and me.

His eyes, as he watches me, are filled with regret, and yet something disconcernable swells within them- it's not negative or positive, it's something entirely different.

But for me, I just want to hear his voice. Not his hawk persona voice, his Eli voice.

Without even thinking, I take a step towards him.

Then another.

And another.

And another till I'm a foot away from him; our breaths almost matching rhythm.

My eyes glance at his lips for a split second before snapping back up to his eyes. But this time, the emotion is different- his expression is almost a one of desire.

Oh.

Our gazes volley from one eye to the other as if we were having an entire conversation in silence. A conversation distracting me from the feeling of warmth around my hand… Of skin.

I sharply inhale as I squeeze his hand, a smirk tugging at his lips. He says something to some guys around him before guiding me out of the house.

In silence and a weird desperation to know what's going to happen next, I follow him. 

As I get into his car, the second the seatbelt clicks, the loud echo of music rings in my ears. My eyes snap up to Eli as the sound of the car engine revs.

He takes notice by looking at me out the corner of his eyes.

"What?"

His voice. What happened to his voice.

"Your voice." I get out, struggling to verbalize.

"Huh?"

"Your voice." I repeat, moving my hand over his. "What happened to it?"

He just looks at me confused.

Gulping lightly, I play with his finger a little- something he used to love. "It's tense, aggressive."

He shrugs. "Well yeah, I'm Hawk."

" Eli." I hum." You're Eli."

He pulls his hand away, my heart breaking a little. " Hawk. I'm not that whiny bastard from before."

I look away from his gaze this time. "But I loved that person."

He then places his hand on mine, his aggressiveness dropping just slightly. "I don't want to be that person. He was weak, sensitive. Not Cobra Kai material."

I shake my head, grabbing his hand in mind. "There's nothing wrong with being sensitive! I liked when you were. I felt safe."

He doesn't move his hand from mine. "I was insecure, Layn. I was hit, kicked, laughed at, called names… You'd be alot safer with me now" he pauses before making his voice aggressive again. "I'm not being a pussy again."

I release his hand, slowly moving it up to his jaw. He moves closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine, something softening in his. "I miss you, Eli."

His lips touch mine, the softness of mine moving through the roughness of his. My tongue touches his for a second as he licks my lips before pulling away.

 "I'm sorry." He mumbles, his voice as soft as what it used to be; the voice I fell for.

"But I'm not Eli anymore." There it is, Hawks' voice. The intense tone filled by anger and ego, not my Eli.

Feeling the pain in my chest grow, I look away from him and exit his car. I take one last glance at him before running back into the party.

I hate him so much...

[queen-of-the-avengers]

The Avengers: Part Five

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Natasha escorts you three into the bridge where a ton more people are. Computers on both sides with people working on all of them. There is a long table in the center of the room with Nick Fury and Maria Hill posted on a small platform with a control desk.

"Gentlemen. Ladies," Fury greets. Fury moves to go past Steve when your friend stops him suddenly. He pulls out a ten-dollar bill and hands it to Fury. Nick takes the money and walks over to Bruce who is still shy about everything. "Doctor, thank you for coming."

"Thank you for asking nicely." Bruce looks at you and shakes Fury's hand politely. "So, uh, how long am I staying?"

"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear."

"Where are you with that?"

Fury points to Phil so he can explain it to him. Natasha looks at one of the computers that has Clint's picture on it. Clint is her best friend whom she owes everything to. She's not going to go down without a fight. She is going to bring him back home.

"We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet--cellphones, laptops, tablets. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."

"That's still not gonna find them in time," Natasha sighs.

"You have to narrow the field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?" Bruce asks Fury.

"How many are there?"

"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?"

"Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr.Banner to his laboratory, please?"

Natasha walks past you without a look in your direction.

"You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys."

It's going to take a while to track down Loki, and you're not needed for that. The computers will do it for you, so you decide to take a little break to gather your thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asks when you walk past him.

"I just need some air. I'll be back."

You walk out of the bridge and onto the long airstrip. This process is going to take all day but you'd rather enjoy the sunset from out here than in there. You're high above the clouds so that you can't see the world below you. There is nothing preventing you from seeing such a beautiful sunset. You walk to the edge of the helicarrier and sit down so that your legs dangle off the edge and right above one of the wind turbines. The sky is beaming with pink, orange, and purple colors. The clouds look like a blanket you can just walk over.

It's truly beautiful.

"They told me you were outside."

You look back to see Natasha walking out to you.

"Hi," you say and immediately get up. "I needed to get away from everyone for a bit. You know how that goes." She nods and uncomfortable silence fills the space between you two. "Nat, I am so sorry."

"What happened? You were just... gone."

"I don't know. I was sent to Asgard. I don't know why I ended up there. I tried to leave but Thor just dragged me along with him. I--I don't have an excuse. I didn't realize two years had passed. Time works differently on Asgard than it does here."

"I thought you left me like you didn't want to be with me. It's hard for me to let people in, and I thought you... I was pissed at you for a long time."

"I know. I really am sorry." Again, more uncomfortable silence. "Just because two years have passed, doesn't mean I don't think you're still gorgeous. You are."

"Does that mean...? You know, between us...?"

You fill in the missing words of her questions on your own.

"I think you're amazing. I think you deserve all the love in the world, as cheesy as that sounds. I think if given another opportunity, we can be something, but I don't think it's right now." Loki pops into your head, and you try to will it away. "I have to figure out my feelings for someone before I try to enter a new relationship. I don't want to string you along or take advantage of you. If we do date, I want you to know you have my whole heart. My heart just isn't whole right now."

"You really know how to let a girl down easy," she chuckles.

"I do really want to be your friend. Do you want to be mine?"

"Yeah," she nods with a smile.

"Good. I can't wait to tell you what I've been up to for the past two years."

"If it has anything to do with what happened in New Mexico, I kind of have an idea." You two walk back inside the bridge to see people running around like they have their heads cut off. "What's going on?"

"We got a hit. Seventy-nine percent match."

"Location?"

"Stuttgart, Germany. He's not exactly hiding."

"Captain. Y/N. You two are up," Fury says. "Y/N, we made a suit for you while you were gone. It might help with the fire and ice powers. Plus, it looks cool."

"Thanks," you say.

You've never had an issue with your clothes burning off whenever you used your fire powers, but it'll be nice to have a uniform like everyone else. It's nice to have someone who cares enough about you to make you one even after being missing for two years. It's very form-fitting but has a material that allows you to move comfortably and breathe properly though. Fury though it was funny to make the colors match your powers... kind of. 

You and Steve arrive in Germany before more people can be killed. Natasha is on standby in the Quinjet just in case she needs to be the big guns. Tony still hasn't shown up to help, and now you're not so confident Phil got through to him. If you know Tony, and you do, then he'll join this team on his terms.

When you fly in, there is a crowd of people at Loki's mercy. They are all kneeling in front of him, and he's put up illusions of himself around the perimeter to keep them in check. Even from where you are in the sky, you can see how much pain he's in. He's broken and angry and someone is manipulating him for their own selfish greed. Everyone around him is quiet as they don't know what he is going to do next, and he holds his arms out, smiling.

"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

An elder German man stands up despite how fearful everyone is of Loki.

"Not to men like you."

"There are no men like me," Loki grins.

"There are always men like you."

"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example."

Loki raises his scepter to blast the old man back when Steve comes barreling in like a hero. He slams to the ground in front of the old man and deflects the blast from the scepter. The blast ricochets off the shield and back at Loki who crumbles to the ground. You fly in next to Steve but stay in the air with your hands up in flames.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

"The Avatar," Loki sneers and looks up at you. "The soldier. A man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time."

Natasha comes swooping down with the Quinjet and a machine gun slides out of the bottom of it and points at Loki.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," she says over the PA system.

Loki blasts the Quinjet but Natasha quickly maneuvers out of the way, giving Steve time to throw the shield at Loki. Loki shoots the shield with the scepter while Steve runs at him at full force. You muster up fireballs and throw them in Loki's direction, causing him to be smart about how he is fighting. Where Loki uses his scepter to fend off Steve, your best friend is using hand-to-hand combat to defeat Loki.

Still, Loki is a much more skilled fighter than Steve is and knocks him down completely. Steve is on his knees with his head bowed and Loki shoves the end of the scepter into his helmet to keep him there.

"Kneel."

"I don't think so," you say from behind Loki.

Loki turns just in time to see the shield coming right at him. You have grabbed it and are now using it to whack some sense into him. You smack the side of the shield into his body and he goes flying off to the side, freeing Steve. You hand him the shield back before walking over to Loki who is just now getting back on his feet. He quickly points the tip of the scepter to your chest to mind control you, but it doesn't go quite according to plan. When the power inside the scepter collides with the power inside you, it explodes as if they aren't meant to be mixing together. You and Loki go flying back, and you hit your head on the concrete.

Steve rushes at Loki but the God grabs your friend and tosses him to the side like he's a ragdoll. Natasha comes swooping in to try and help, but Loki has cast a bunch of illusions to make it more difficult for her to figure out which is the real him.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker on the Quinjet roars to life, and ACDC's Shoot to Thrill starts playing loudly. That can only mean one thing. Tony comes flying in like the hero he is and blasts Loki away with the repulsor on his chest. Loki smacks the stairs leading up to a building. That is enough to take him down, especially when Tony aims everything he's got at the God.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games." Loki puts his hands up in surrender, and his golden armor shimmers away. "Good move."

"Hey, Tony," you say and join the duo.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, had to come back."

"I thought you were dead."

"I'm not."

"I can see that."

"Mr. Stark," Steve says.

"Captain."

Loki is taken as a prisoner onto the Quinjet. With him in custody, Fury wants him back at the Helicarrier as soon as possible. Natasha is piloting the aircraft, Steve and Tony are whispering to each other by the cockpit like school girls, and you're sitting next to Loki on the side... just staring at him. He can't seem to look you in the eyes now that he's forced to be with you. He can't take the heat of you burning holes in his head.

"Y/N..."

"Shut up," you immediately cut him off. "Fuck you."

He looks into your eyes, and much like before, your reality is swirling into the past.

Asgard is known for many things, but the one thing they love to uphold is their annual balls where they invite everyone in the kingdom to come and celebrate in the castle. People of all classes show up to enjoy good food and delicious wine, and to laugh among their peers. The royal family can get so many things wrong, but this is one thing that everyone looks forward to.

You obviously don't have any clothes since everything you own is back on Xenia, but Loki pulled something out of a closet that is just your size. It's a beautiful gown that reaches your feet. Even in the heels he's given you, your feet are barely visible. The color is a dark forest green that doesn't puff out like most ball gowns. While it does have a bit of volume, it's relatively close to your body. The straps are ones that you tie together like a bow, and the top of the dress is covered with even darker-colored rhinestones that seem to drip down as if it's melting.

It's perfect for someone who is Loki's date.

Once you're done getting ready, you walk over to Loki's room to see if he is. You knock once and enter without waiting for his permission. He is facing the floor-length mirror in an all-black suit including the undershirt. The jacket he's wearing over it is unbuttoned so that you can see how form-fitting the undershirt is. He is working on his tie that he can't seem to get right away. When he does, he buttons up the rest of his jacket to complete the look.

His eyes shift from his task to you, and his breath is taken away. You walk closer to him until he is forced to turn to face you in order to see things more clearly.

"You look very handsome," you grin and wrap your arms around his neck.

"You look stunning. Absolutely ravishing."

His blue eyes shine brightly against the darkness of his suit.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. You shake your head in disappointment and leave his side. Steve knows how overwhelming this is for you and welcomes you into his arms. You look over at Loki to see him watching you with careful eyes.

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[guitarnacle]

album review - she wants revenge, she wants revenge (2005) by a fool who knows nothing

tracklist:

red flags and long nights

these things

I don't want to fall in love

out of control

monologue

broken promises for broken hearts

sister

disconnect

us

someone must get hurt

tear you apart

she loves me, she loves me not

i really like this as an opening song. it introduces the kind of synth and electro guitar and monotone singing that literally IS she wants revenge, and is very straight up about it. i like it when albums open with a long intro and then get into it, and this song nails both parts. the lyrics are alright, better than some of the ones on here at least. i love how he sings ((two weeks, two years or just tonight.

slow start to second track is bold, feels like an entirely different song, i would have put this further along when the style starts getting repetitive. then again i dont know shit about ass and have never made an album. i like this song. its very the killers. i like it when songs are sexy. hes not a bad man hes just overwhelmed. i think this album is a collection of terrible love stories rather than one narrative

this song is real full frontal monotone nasal synth drums brittish man. i hate it when people count in songs though, and this is EGREGIOUS. the lyrics are bad. the saving grace is the massive cannon-esque drum sound: (( I don't wanna. DOOF DOOF .... . other than that this is boring to me, but it fits in well so far, it feels like a heightened pitch of some of the other songs.

nobody writes songs about powerful DJs anymore... what happened to dj got us falling in love? anyway i like the opening because its sexy and i like the line we're slaves to the DJ and out of control. this song is where it starts getting repetitive. still no good transition betwixt songs which is sad but fine. no one else will ever be folie a deux or pretty hate machine

i like this beat it wriggles around into you! it is scissor-sisters esque and i really like distortion in pop songs and the lyrics. this is a good one, smack in the mouth mentioned (sweet dinosaur world reference) and it feels different enough to everything before it to rejuvenate me. good outro

cheesy title!!!! it kind of seems like a retread to me. not that into it but it knows when and where to cut back different instruments

religious sex song religious sex song. what else is there to say. groovy. there is a really high pitched upsetting beeping very faint in the bg though.

i truly enjoy an intermission instrumental track <3 this was so relaxing

slowest song yet, sadly it is boring. nice layering though

i love it when songs are selfish and mean and there are good hooks (( i stand quite still / someone must get hurt and it won't be me, sadly this song was also boring

here we go !!! best song on the album, instantly iconic, nin-esque mixing, insane toxic lyrics, catchy, no flaws. its the most popular for a reason. listen to it right now. The backing vocals rly differentiate it and the tone and lyrics are standout

This is a good closer, feels like a weird aftermath to all the other songs' stories. Slow in a good way

[tiredpoetry]

i was just going through some old messages that are still in my inbox on here, and wow. i used to live on this website. it was my safe space, and still kind of is. my life is a lot different than when i was super active on here. it's kind of crazy. i was just looking at my blog via url and i have an about my on their that i haven't updated since i was 19. back then, i had just dropped out of college and was probably in the worst period of my life. i was ruining everything for myself left and right, i got really into drinking and drugs. i blew up every single friendship i had, i was in a downward spiral-- in a very dangerous way.

now i'm 24 and i still haven't gone back to college. i at one point had a 6 month depressive episode after getting fired where i did absolutely nothing but play mario cart and drink and and do drugs. i've had 3 different jobs. i'm now in a job i really like, but not a forever job. i'm seriously considering going back to college. i'm sober. i have a lot more tattoos, some of which happened during that depressive episode, haha. i realized that i'm nonbinary, which explains a lot of the masking my feelings with drugs and alcohol now that i can think about it. i'm mentally in a really good place, at least comparatively to my teenage years and very early 20s. i'm proud of the progress i made.

i can also now look back on the time i spent on this app and as weird or cheesy as it sounds, without a lot of the people on here i probably wouldn't have made it through my teen years. i had a community on her that was really unlike any other. i wasn't the most social person on here but the messages i would get when i treated this blog like a diary telling me that what i was feeling was okay, that the hard things would pass, really encouraged me. this place helped me to realize i was very much not straight, exposing me to things i never would have been exposed to otherwise; for better and for worse. i was able to have a place to talk about the things i truly cared about and no one made fun of my obsession with teen wolf or degrassi or any of the other fandoms i was in. people on here understood me in a way that i don't think anyone in my real world did.

i don't know, i'm just having feeling about this stupid website and my formative years, which maybe i'm still in, i'm not sure how that works, haha. but i guess what i'm trying to say is, if anyone reading this was one of those people who messaged me when i posted about being sad, or talked with me in the replies of a post about stiles stilinski, or liked my poetry, or really just interacted with me in any way, thanks. ya'll made me not feel so alone when i felt really goddamn alone. i appreciate you guys and hope you're all doing well, wherever you are out in the real world

[yourmidnightlover]

ours

Summary: spencer breaks things off just before you tell him important news, only to run into you months later to find that you're in danger from an unsub.

Content Warning: pregnant reader, unsub kidnaps/kills pregnant women, death, anxiety, vomit (reader), canon typical violence, birth, suggestiveness (16+), language, kissing, angst, fluff. *please let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 7.8 k

A/N: this piece is a bit suggestive so i'm gonna go with 16+ with this one. nothing explicit is stated or described, but it hints heavily at it. just for my comfort, 16+. i haven’t been posting much at all bc ive been in this slump recently? i won’t bore you with the details but just know that college is kicking my ass. this has been in my WIP for ages because i don’t know how i feel about the ending, but here we are. please be nice? i hope you enjoy :)

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today was supposed to be the day you told him. you had already imagined his reaction, the bright smile that would likely adorn his face before he picked you up and swirled you around.

you had even planned everything out. you baked a hamburger bun yourself and placed it neatly in the oven, a classic - almost cheesy - way to reveal a pregnancy to someone. now, all that was left was to wait for him to get to his apartment from work.

a part of you might've been nervous about telling him, only you've known him for so long the nerves were just nonexistent. you started off as friends, around 3 years ago when he stumbled upon your bookshop. after two years had passed, things began to heat up between the two of you. nine months ago, the tension between you finally snapped and became something more sexual.

you hadn't ever clarified what your relationship with him was within those months - it was more than a friendship and just sex. the closeness between you had become something out of the realm of friends with benefits, only neither of you wanted to admit anything.

"spencer! you're back!" you smiled and greeted him with a warm hug, his arms gently wrapped around your waist.

perhaps you thought you meant too much to him. maybe things were muddled in your own mind. part of you thought that the friendship you harbored with him had developed into something more than just sex.

"that i am," he sighed. "listen," he pulled back from your arms, holding your forearms carefully, "we need to talk."

"okay...?" you questioned, moving your arms out of his grasp. "what is it? you're worrying me now."

slowly, you could feel all of the hope and happiness from the news you were once

going to share with him slip through your fingers faster than he did, himself.

"things with my mom are just... complicated, right now. i think it would be best if we just... ended this?" he whispered, toying with his fingers and looking where they intertwine.

"you don't sound so sure of that," you scoffed. "like us having sex is over?" you crossed your arms, wanting the clarification.

if it were only the sex that was over, you could handle it. you could handle trying to keep your hands off of him, even if it would be difficult. you could handle not kissing him when he wakes up and before going to sleep, even if it would be difficult.

what you couldn't handle would be not being in his life at all. tearing away the friendship you've built over many cups of coffee, brunches, and sleepovers. it would be like tearing a baby robin away from its mother, not able to fly on its own yet. spencer was your wings, and you weren't ready for them to be clipped.

"just sex being over would still bring the tension and chaos, y/n. you know that. i think we should stop... we should stop being friends altogether," he revealed, stepping back from you.

suddenly you understood the rage and confusion exhibited in everything you stood against. you liked peace, you maintained it. it was what truly got you into books, wanting to understand why so many people could be so cruel.

and now you understood.

you didn't want him to leave. you didn't want him to make you leave under a false presumption that you would distract him. how could he do this so easily?

"you're serious?" you felt that last ounce of hope drop from your hands. "so you don't even want me in your life?"

"that's not it-"

"that's what you're making it sound like!" you threw your hands up before running them through your hair. "you don't remember how much we've been through together? my mom's cancer? you being in prison?! does it all mean nothing to you?!"

"that's not what i said, y/n. please, don't do this," he pleaded, his eyes welling with tears.

"you already did, spencer," you scoffed once more before grabbing your purse, digging through it and throwing it over your shoulder.

"y/n..." he trailed off, you turned to face him expectantly.

maybe he changed his mind. maybe he would say this was all a terrible prank gone wrong. you stood there for what felt like hours, tears in your eyes as you waited for him to say something, anything. yet, nothing was said.

"exactly," you scoffed before placing his key on the in-table, turning once more to face him. "have a nice life, spencer," you slammed the door shut, and with the door, the chapter of your life with spencer reid in it.

—

you didn't contemplate this part of your life. part of you had thought that you'd wake up the next morning in spencer's arms and tell him about your nightmare. he would comfort you and tell you that he'd never leave you like he once had. but as the days past, you realized that dream was never real. it was a nightmare. your life was now a nightmare.

in said nightmare, you had to go through everything alone.

over the next 5 months of your pregnancy, you found yourself wishing you had someone to help you out. being 6 months pregnant and having nobody to help you with simple tasks like doing the dishes or cooking was wearing you out more than expected. especially when the morning sickness, that was supposed to end by the end of the first trimester, never ceased to wake you up in the middle of the night to early in the morning.

you've spent countless nights crying, wondering where everything went wrong. spencer's mom was always a sore spot for him, but you've helped him with her before. you've even met her - she loved you, and you, her. you just didn't understand why he decided to be so rash all of a sudden.

and to make matters worse, you were carrying his child. you had to go to the first appointment alone, two days after he decided to end things with you with tears staining your cheeks. you listened to their heartbeat, by yourself. you bought a crib, by yourself. you did everything this far, by yourself. everything you had imagined doing with spencer by your side - already knocked off of the checklist. alone.

maybe you shouldn't have gotten so excited of a life with spencer so soon. after all, that's why you were so upset. you never should've imagined he was in your life. imagining that would always bring on disappointment.

and now, wandering around a baby store for onesies in an attempt to cheer yourself up, you were completing another set of firsts without spencer. or were you?

out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone wearing one of the cardigans you always liked on him. it was red, a classic color that brought out the golden honey in his eyes. you couldn't help but investigate to see what was going on once you smelled a hint of the cologne he always wore. the smell of faint vanilla that was masked by a scent of coffee and old books.

only when you got closer, you heard his voice. and this time, it was actually his voice. the voice of the man that broke your heart. the voice of the man who didn't want you. the voice of the man who's baby you're carrying.

and then he called your name.

"y/n? is that you?" there was a tap on your shoulder, and in spite of your insistence to not turn around, to not reveal what had been going on the past few months, you turned.

his eyes widened once they landed on your stomach, "are-are you...?"

the audacity he had to force you to leave. he pushed you away. he ran you away. he didn't even give you a choice to stay. he didn't want to work things out.

over the last few months you've started to realize that you thought of your relationship as something totally different than he did. to you, it meant everything. you had grown to love him as more than a friend, which was never intended to happen. but for him... well, for him it was only sexual. it had to be. how else would he be able to let go of you so easily? he's always said he's been a blinker, yet with this decision he didn't even close his eyes.

and he wanted to know something so pure, and personal, and deep about you. he had some courage.

maybe if he had felt that bold during the time you spent together, you'd still be with him.  

"i think you've lost the right to ask me any questions the second you ended things with me," you felt tears welling in your eyes and allowed yourself to wipe them away.

"is-is it mine?" he stepped closer to you, you stepped back away from him.

"what do you think?" you scoffed before turning away from him once more. "if you don't mind, i have to shop for my baby."

"wait! there's-there's a case. a new one," he grasped your hand, silently begging you to turn around. "i shouldn't be telling you this. but i can't-i-the unsub is killing single pregnant mothers. we think it has a religious aspect having to do with sex out of wedlock. please, just come home with me. let me protect you and-and our baby," he held your hand closer to his heart.

"what would happen to my baby?" you asked, finally turning to face him.

"the child is taken by the unsub, probably placed into foster care. but the mothers... they-they're always killed immediately after childbirth. they're taken three months before they give birth, just to get them conditioned to the new environment. please, let me protect you," he pressed a kiss to your hand, holding it with both of his as tenderly he would a child.

if you hadn't heard the emotion and desperation in his voice and thought of your child's life without you, you might not have decided to say, "fine."

"but only because i don't want my baby to be harmed," you confirmed.

—

"y/n, we've slept in the same bed before," he huffed as you laid a blanket and pillow on the couch.

"that was when we were still having sex, or, y'know, friends," you rolled your eyes.

"you're pregnant. if you seriously won't share the bed with me then i will sleep on the couch," he ordered, sitting down on the blanket you placed on the cushions.

he hadn't changed much about his apartment. really, nothing was changed. the poctures of his mother were still by his desk, his phd's hung above it. you were quite surprised to see pictures of you and him at the state fair, him looking at you smiling while you were fixated on a large cone of cotton candy, still displayed on the table beside the couch.

"i might be mad at you, but that doesn't mean i forgot about your back problems, genius," you reminded him. "i guess sharing a bed will be fine. just... stay on your side."

"deal!" he smiled, placing a hand on your knee before you crossed your legs to remove it.

you could only hope that doing this wouldn't bring any emotions back. after having all of those months alone, reflecting on your time together, you figured that spencer couldn't handle a serious relationship with you. if he couldn't handle the intensity and heart it took to maintain a relationship, how was he supposed to be able to raise a child with you?

"so... how've you been?" he asked once you were settled into the blankets on the bed.

"you're seriously asking how i've been?" you turned to face him on the bed with a huff. "well, let's see. i mean, with all of the baby's doctor visits, moving to a place with two rooms, buying everything i need for my child, all of the morning sickness, and trying to not break down any time i think about how i'm going to manage raising my baby on my own, i haven't had much time to reflect on myself and "how i've been." so please, don't try to make small talk with me," you rambled out with more attitude than you realized.

"why didn't you tell me? why didn't you tell me i'm going to be a father?" he asked in a tone that reflected his hurt, as if he had the right to say that.

"i was going to!" you sighed. "the day you ended things, i was going to tell you. i put a bun in the oven... i thought it was a cute way to tell you," you chuckled in attempt to calm yourself down. "i still have the pregnancy test back at my place."

"i-i had no idea," he placed his hand atop yours. "i'm so, so sorry."

"yea, so am i," you sarcastically added before wiping your eye. "i'm just gonna blame the pregnancy hormones," you both chuckled.

"how has the pregnancy been?" he asked, clearly showing his concern.

"hard. it would've been really nice to have someone there with me," you smiled sympathetically. "keeping up with the house and working and just carrying a baby inside of me is harder than it seems."

"i wish i was there to help you. i can't-i can't believe i wasn't there for you during a time like that," tears of his own flew past his waterline and down his cheek. "you don't have to say yes, but, if you'd have me, i'd love to be a part of yours and the baby's life."

"what about your mom?" you questioned with a bit of an attitude. "is she alright?"

"she's doing much better. it turns out you were right, she just needed to stay in the same place for some normalcy," he chuckled. "you were always good with telling those kinds of things."

every time he had entered her in a new study, moving her to a new, strange place, you would remind him that sometimes the best thing you can do for someone in a situation like hers is to just accept it. he never listened, he has always been stubborn. but you can't blame him, he just wanted what was best for his mom.

"i guess now i can just call it 'mothers intuition,'" you nudged his shoulder lightly.

"have you found out the baby's gender yet?" he whispered, probably afraid you'd experienced another first without him.

"no. i don't really know why," you furrowed your brows slightly. "it just didn't feel right. the envelope with the gender is actually in my purse. do... would you want to look at it? together?"

"really? you-you'd want me to look at it with you?" he questioned, sitting up in the bed.

"i think that's why it didn't feel right? you weren't with me," you shrugged before sitting up beside him. "i'll go get it," you started shuffling in the bed before he grasped your arm.

"let me, please," he begged you with his eyes. "i haven't been there for you throughout your entire pregnancy, the least i can do is get your purse for you."

"alright," you smiled, gently grasping his hand as an extended olive branch.

he returned with your purse in hand, a smile adorning his face as he crawled back on the bed beside you. you retrieved the envelope from the bag and held onto his hand tightly.

"are you ready?" he asked with a grin, looking at the smile you returned with a nod. "together."

"together," you repeated once more before you opened the envelope.

as you two looked at the sheet of paper, you felt your eyes well with tears. you trailed your hand from his hand to his arm before looking into his eyes. there was a click, like you both knew your life would be changed for the better.

"it's-i'm..." you trailed off, tears already streaming down your face.

his fingers wipe the tears from your face, letting them linger before you placed yours over his. slowly, you leaned in closer to him and let your hands tangle in his hair. as if the world didn't want this to happen, your baby bump apparently got in the way of your lips finally meeting. you pulled back with a chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face.

"no," spencer furrowed his brows before bringing you back in for a kiss, him leaning in further so you didn't have to.

all the air in your lungs was expelled as your lips met with an eagerness you hadn't felt in 5 months. your hands flew to the head of hair that you missed oh, so much and gently tugged on it.

"i'm not letting you walk away again," he rested his forehead against yours. "never."

"i don't know if i can do this," you confusingly stated, pulling away quicker than you had before.

he hadn't been able to maintain an actual relationship with you within the three years you knew each other. there was always something in the way, prison, crazy psychopaths that are obsessed with him and ruining anything good in his life, and apparently his own mother.

regardless, seeing him today and being put through so much stress in such a short amount of time has made you exhausted. you turned onto your side and quickly let rest overtake you.

"i-i need to tell you something," spencer whispered after a couple of minutes, only to realize you had already succumbed to sleep. "goodnight, beautiful."

he wrapped his arms around your torso, letting his hands rest atop the place in which your child rested, feeling the most content with his life as he had in the past 5 months.

—

the next morning, spencer had woken up at around 3:30 am to the sound of gagging. he ran into the bathroom where the sound had come from and saw you kneeling on the ground, holding your hair up as you threw up into the toilet.

"sorry i woke you," you sighed out after wiping your mouth. "you can go back to bed, it-" you were interrupted my more puke. "i'm sorry," you wiped the tears in your eyes. "i should've shut the door," you laughed humorlessly.

"i'm sorry," he apologized.

it was obvious what he was sorry for. for impregnating you and leaving you to fend for yourself, even if it was unknowingly. he was t there for you when you woke up every night in need of a toilet. he wasn't there for any weird cravings in the middle of the day. he wasn't there to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. he wasn't there to feel the baby's first kick. he was never there.

he wishes he was there. for everything.

"it's not your problem," you mustered up the courage to give him a smile. "i'll be alright. i've done this alone for five months now, i've got the drill down."

"let me help," he knelt beside you, gently rubbing circles on your back and his fingers through your hair.

"it's not pretty, spence," you furrowed your eyebrows. "it's actual vomit. it's gross."

"i don't care," he shook his head. "i haven't been there for your pregnancy at all. please, let me do this for you," he begged.

"you can't say i didn't-" he held onto your hair as your head was thrown forwards towards the toilet bowl.

"let it out," he held onto your hair and stroked your back, repeating kind phrases. "you're doing so good," "i'm right here."

after you had finished, he washed your face for you and left you to brush your teeth. once you were done, he returned with a cup of fresh chamomile tea.

"tea?" you questioned as you grasped the warm mug.

"it'll soothe your nerves and help you sleep," he informed you with a smile.

"you didn't have to..." you reminded him as you took a sip of the liquid.

"i guess i just feel... guilty," he sat down on the bed, facing you. "i mean, i haven't been there for you at all. if i hadn't been so... childish, i would've been able to experience everything with you and helped you through everything. i just... i'm so sorry," he held onto your hand as if it were him holding your heart, guarding and protecting it as he had failed to in the previous months.

"i know," you smiled before pressing a kiss to his cheek, placing the now empty mug on the bedside table, and turning to fall asleep once more with spencer's arms wrapped around your stomach, pressed against the unborn child you shared.

you awoke with someone peppering light kisses on your neck, the scruff tickling your skin softly. you laughed and reached behind you to grasp spencer's chin, turning his face towards yours and pressing a light kiss to his lips.

"good morning, beautiful," spencer smiled against your lips.

"good morning," you chuckled before getting out of bed, stretching and cracking a few bones in the process.

"is that new with pregnancy? the cracking?" he questioned, stepping onto the floor himself.

"yup. turns out the extra weight really affects your bones," you sarcastically added. "i've gotten used to it. i think it's worth it."

"well," he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his chin on your shoulder, "i think you're worth it."

"flattery, dr. reid," you lightly laughed before turning around in his grasp. "you have a case to solve and i have some baby shopping to do. so, i think it's time we part ways once more."

"oh..." he whispered softly. "right. will you be back tonight?"

"if you haven't caught the unsub, i guess," you shrugged. "if you still want me to come back."

"of-of course i do," he insisted, grasping your hand before giving you a kind smile.

throughout the day, you conveniently had off, you had bought all of the new onesies, paint for the room, a new baby blanket, stroller, and new pacifiers. having a baby was far more expensive than you had thought beforehand, but luckily you had savings to use for the supplies.

you would only have to kiss your dream wedding goodbye, not that you would have one either way.

having a child would likely destroy your appeal towards any man. you've come to terms with having no social life and no more energy. but you've also come to be excited with having a child. raising them alone would be difficult, but you've already figured out a day care that would give you a discount so long as you supply them with children's books to read to them.

and you were back in that same baby store to buy some more diapers, especially after forgetting to buy them during the day. you had just gotten back outside of the store with three boxes of diapers in hand when you felt something over your mouth.

and then it was black.

—

you had just left spencer's apartment, also leaving spencer confused. you had gone to sleep on such good terms, he didn't understand why you were being distant when you woke up. you had even kissed him good morning and then you don't want to even come back to his place? after last night? finding out the gender of the child you shared and now you acted as if it didn't happen.

then again, you had gone through hell, alone, because of him. who was he to judge you for being fickle towards him?

he had been through hell in the past few months. he had been so stressed and thought that it was better to not drag you down with him. truth is, he knew that if he stayed with you that you would've helped him with his mom. if you had done that, he would'nt have been able to deny his feelings for you. everyone knows what happens when someone in the bau finds a special someone, they're always targeted by someone. now, here you were, being targeted by an unsub regardless.

he kept your pictures up around his apartment in hopes that the pictures would be able to allow him to forget that you were ever gone. it didn't work in the slightest. he left your side of the bed untouched. sometimes, he would take the sweater of his that you would always wear and cuddle with it when he had trouble sleeping.

and now he couldn't focus on his work. he couldn't focus on the case. all he could think about was you and whether or not you - and your baby were safe.

"spence, seriously," jj sat beside him at the round table. "what's going on? you seem so distracted today."

"y/n..." he sighed, finally allowing himself to indulge his peers into what was truly going on in his personal life.

"you saw her?" she nodded. "that makes more sense."

"not only did i see her," he chuckled. "she's-she's... pregnant. it's mine."

"but it's been-"

"five months. i know," he nodded. "i had no idea until yesterday. she-she went through everything alone because i couldn't handle-i couldn't handle anything."

"spencer..." she sighed, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"it's terrible timing, truly. i mean how often to we get a case involving pregnant women?" he scoffed as he thought about the odds, if he weren't able to save his love.

"guys," derek barged into the room. "the unsub took another woman."

"again?" spencer furrowed his brows. "they already took someone two days ago."

worry.

fear.

anxiety.

all rushing through his veins quicker than they had when he had been kidnapped. quicker than when he had been shot. quicker than when he watched his own friend die in front of him in prison.

"kid," morgan lowered his voice. "it's y/n."

and those great, once irrational fears, were confirmed to be the most rational.

"no," he looked towards jj. "it can't be her. i-i just got her back. i can't-i won't lose her again," he shook his head in disbelief.

"you won't. we won't let you lose her again," jj tried to comfort him, knowing almost nothing would work aside from seeing her face and holding her in his arms.

he stayed at the station working on the profile as morgan and jj went to the scene of the crime. part of him felt surreal. like this wasn't happening. he would wake up tomorrow and have you wrapped in his arms, the last 5 months would just be a weird daydream.

you would console him and tell him that you'd never leave. you'd tell him that your baby was safe. you'd tell him that you were safe.

everything added up the more they investigated. it would be a woman who was extremely religious, taking "bastard babies" and putting them into foster care for their own good. she would have been born out of wedlock herself and not have a stable household - most likely childhood abuse with the mother's boyfriend(s). she would be in her early to mid thirties.

now they just had to apply the geographical aspects to the search and narrow it down. easy peasy.

y/n had been gone for 15 hours now, and spencer hadn't been able to think about nearly anything but that.

"you can't go," hotch ordered. "you're too attached to the case."

"that's exactly why i have to go!" spencer argued with hotch. "it's my child. if i can't ensure their safety i will never be able to live with myself. surely, you understand that."

"reid..." hotch sighed, rubbing the temples on his forehead. "get in the car."

the drive there was filled with spencer's jittery leg and the worries of everyone in the car for not only your life, but also for spencer's own well-being. he hadn't been able to tell you the most important thing, other than your child, before you went to sleep.

he was never able to tell you how he loves you and how he would never stop.

that's the first thing he would tell you after he ensures your safety- and the baby's. he would hold you in his arms, breathe in your scent, and confess his love for you. the love that he's held for you for over three years.

as the car was placed in park, orders were thrown around, but all spencer could think about was you.

seeing you.

touching you.

hearing you.

loving you.

just... you. 

so he barged into the house right behind morgan, gun raised high as he went down to search the basement. nobody could imagine the drop of his heart as he saw your face, only your face being held by the unsub, lilly johnson, at gunpoint. your eyes had told him how you haven't yet given up hope of being saved.

she chuckled in your ear as she pressed the gun further into your temple, "do you know how god feels about a bastard baby like yours? it's destined for hell," lilly growled. "any last words for our lover boy here?"

"i-i know we haven't been in touch for a while," you sniffled as she pressed the gun further into you, her arm tightening around your stomach. "but, just-just know that i-i love you. i always have - so does our daughter."

"oh, how touching," the woman added sarcastically. "too bad the little one will never get to meet the absent father."

BANG

you saw your life flash before your eyes. you felt every emotion you had felt. you felt every touch you had experienced. every smell, every sight, every heart was going through your mind like a flashback. waves of autumn and spring broken apart by winter and summer, warmth and life and loss and death. a kaleidoscope of memories and colors flashing through your brain, making it hurt more than it already had until it was black.

-

he couldn't focus. he couldn't stand being in the waiting room, not sure what was going on behind closed doors. he had shot the unsub. the only worrying factor is that you had been inches away from where he had shot, and then you had fainted.

he ran to your body and caught it before you fell completely on the ground. managing to find a faint pulse, he was able to strip most of his worries away. until they strolled you to the back for emergency care.

spencer has had his fair share of losing loved ones. his dad, maeve, gideon, alex, the list goes on and on. throughout his losses, he's never felt as pained or worried as he had right now. perhaps it was the fact that you were carrying his unborn child, or maybe it was simply because of you.

finally, the doctor came out and announced your well being. you had managed to get a concussion, but both you and the baby were to make a full recovery. after gathering himself together, he might've cried from relief during that time, he made his way to your room.

you were lying there so peacefully underneath the thin blanket the hospital had provided. the bump from the baby you shared with spencer was just noticeable underneath the layers of fabric, it was a reminder of how lucky he was to not have lost you. your face looked a bit sunken in, most likely from the stress over the past couple of days. the main source of comfort spencer had received from your state was the steady rise and fall of your chest, the faint sound of breath entering and leaving your body. proof of life.

he sat in the chair right beside the bed and carefully grasped your hand in both of his, bringing them to his lips to press the faintest of kisses to it. it was almost as if he was worried his kiss would wake you.

"spen-spencer?" your groggy voice croaked out, wiggling to sit up before he pressed a firm hand on your shoulder.

"shh," he whispered. "i'm right here. don't move; stay still."

"i'm... i'm really sorry," you apologized, squeezing his hand in your much smaller one. "i never wanted this to happen. i should've-i should've just told you about the baby. i never should've ran. i'm so, so sorry," you reached your free hand up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"don't apologize," he disagreed, shaking his head. "i ended things. i was immature and rash and pushed you away. i never should've done that. it's all on me. i love you, and i was so scared to say it out loud because part of me thought you would leave. but then," he scoffed, "then i forced you away anyhow and... and now we're here," he chuckled in spite of the lack of humor.

"you love me?" tears welling in your eyes allowed him to sense the gravity of his words. "or are you just saying that because you feel bad for me?"

"i love you," he clarified. "and i will never leave or let you leave until you force me away," he ran his hand through your hair, brushing a few strands out of your face.

"so when can i go home? i'm already tired of this hospital," you practically begged, beginning to play with his nimble fingers as you once had during your relationship.

"we should probably talk to some medical doctors about that first," spencer mentioned, admiring the stubbornness he had always loved you for.

"what? now your phds don't matter?" you mentioned with a laugh, the bright smile spencer had always missed now adorning your face.

"i'm so glad to have you back," he leant forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, his lips gently grazing your skin.

"seriously? i almost die and the best i get is a kiss on the forehead?" you scoffed, pushing him off of you. "i'm offended."

"i-i wasn't sure if you'd want me to uhm-to kiss you," he stumbled out.

"just shut up and kiss me, you dork," you smiled before placing your hands behind his neck, admiring the smile that rose into his face right before your lips pressed together.

"much better, doctor," you whispered against his lips when you pulled apart.

"knock knock," penelope greeted from the door, peeping her head inside to alert you all of her presence.

"hey, pen," you grinned at the blonde woman, waving her inside.

"so... baby?" she questioned as she made her way to the chair beside spencer.

"yea... baby," you nodded. "i'm 20 weeks along," maybe telling her more would lessen the hurt from not telling her.

"but that... spencer's the father?" her furrowed brows told you how confused she was of the whole situation.

"yea, yes. i'm the father," he grasped your hand tighter, looking towards you with a bright grin.

"oh my gosh," she gasped, still trying to gather her thoughts. "why-why didn't you say anything? you were apart for so long. i could've-i could've helped or done something to help."

"that's kinda why i didn't tell you," your head looked to the side as you sighed. "i didn't want your view on spencer to change, or to think that i was trying to trap him in a relationship he didn't want by getting pregnant."

"i mean, i guess i understand that," she bit her lip, clearly in defeat. "can i still be the godmother then?"

"of course, pen," you nodded eagerly with a laugh.

"oh! i was supposed to tell you that you're about to be discharged. hotch is pulling some strings to get you out of here quicker given your circumstances," she added, her eyes getting much wider as she explained.

-

"so..." spencer spoke up from the drivers seat after clearing his throat. "i was thinking that maybe... maybe you'd want to live together? i know it's really sudden, but if we're going to raise a child together, i think it might be best for us to be in the same place," he concluded.

"i just resigned for my lease. 5 years. i don't want to be moving all over the place with a baby," you explained.

"i figured you'd think ahead like that... which is kinda good because my lease is almost up," spencer revealed, looking over at you to gauge your reaction.

"i don't-i don't know if that's a good idea," you furrowed your brows. "i mean... last time we had a relationship you ended things abruptly and i wound up alone and frantic."

"that won't happen this time," he assured you, placing his hand on your thigh to comfort you further. "i promise that i will never leave you, or our child alone again."

there was a moment of uncomfortable silence, the kind that you hadn't felt with one another in an extremely long time.

"i-i suppose it would work," you nodded. "i could certainly use the help."

"i would love to help," he smiled as he noticed the grin beginning to grow on your lips. "even with the morning sickness and the body aches-everything. i'll be there to help."

"are you sure with the morning sickness?" you gasped in surprise. "it's pretty gnarly."

"everything," he assured you once more.

-

and help he did.

over the course of the next four months, he played the part of a doting father. he embraced it, even.

when you woke up three times in the middle of the night gagging. he would follow you to the bathroom with a cup of water and braid your hair or stroke your back. sweet nothings would be whispered in your ear, words of encouragement that told you how good you were doing and how you should keep going. he would give you space when you would brush your teeth and drink your water, but once you would return he would gently rub your back as he pulled you back to sleep on his chest.

when he would return home from a case, he would run to your arms, encasing you in his presence. he would bury his nose in your shoulder so he could breathe in your existence before he even got in the car with you. when the case wasn't the best, he would lay down beside you with his face right by your belly. he would place his hand over your stomach and begin talking to the baby as your hand would run through his hair.

"i will do my very best to ensure your safety. i won't let anything bad happen to you, princess. i've been thinking," you began to eavesdrop, "maybe i could stop working at the bureau and work full-time as a professor."

"wait," you interrupted. "you-you want to quit the bau?"

"for our daughter and you? absolutely," he smiled. "it's taken a toll on me for 17 years; i think it's time to move on - if you're on board with that?"

"i think it's a great idea!" you cupped his cheek and pressed your lips to his. "but you won't miss it?"

"again, 17 years is a long time. trading the extra time to spend with you would be the greatest thing imaginable," he assured you, one hand on the baby and the other one placed delicately on your cheek.

"i love you," you sighed softly and pressed your foreheads together.

"i love you, too," he connected his lips to yours, his hands beginning to paw at your bare thighs.

"spen-spencer," you grasped at his shoulders. "i kinda... i really... i'm..." you weren't sure how to word it, so instead you just pressed his lips to yours with even more passion.

"say it," he began peppering kisses across your jawline, noticing the way your breath still hitched at his movements. "let me hear you say it, please."

"i need you," you whispered. "i need you so bad, please."

"whatever you want, my love," he agreed before moving you to lay down on the bed, allowing him to pepper kisses down your collarbone.

and as you made love for the first night in months, you felt the passion radiating from his body. he cared for every inch of you, illustrating how he would be in the months and years to come. each touch was perfectly timed, each whisper of 'i love you' was spoken with truth. if spencer were the sun you were icarus. you had flown to close to him, but neither of you minded how perfectly you melted into his arms as you slept throughout the night for the first time in ages.

-

luckily, you already had a procedure in place for if you went into labor while at work. you trained another new employee and let your previous ones know that your due date was coming up, so they should be prepared for more hours than usual. it just so happened to be a paperwork day at the bau the day it all went down.

"yes," your voice rang over the phone. "spencer, i know it's a week past the due date, but these books just came in and people have already been asking about them. i have to get them sorted before any-"

"y/n?" he questioned. "y/n, love?!" his voice rose from concern.

"no big deal," you whispered, your voice shaky as if you were trying to convince yourself of the same. "my water broke?"

"have you been having contractions?!" he whisper-yelled as he stood up at his desk.

"i-i thought they were braxton hicks again! that's what they were last time!" you tried to reason with the genius. "i have my go bag in the car, thank god," you stated as you began rushing out of the shop, waving to your employee.

"what?!" spencer shouted. "you're driving yourself?!" he scolded.

"i don't see any other option, sweetie," you sarcastically reasoned with him.

"have your employee drive you! don't drive yourself!" he warned you before you turned to the worker with a pleading smile.

james only nodded his head, grabbed his keys, and helped you on your way out. you flipped the closed sign over before locking the doors.

once you had made it to the hospital, spencer was already in the waiting room with the rest of the team. anxiety was radiating off of his body as his knee was bouncing before you came into his view. he shot up from his seat and ran to you, encompassing you in his arms. the rest of the team sat there with smiles as they watched spencer finally relax a little bit.

"what took you so long? i've been waiting here for forever," he asked as he breathed in your scent.

"following the law?" you sassed before pulling back from the crazed man's arms. "how'd you get here so quickly?"

"following the law?" his voice rose in pitch. it didn't take a profiler to know when he was lying.

"sure you were," you rolled your eyes before another shot of pain went through your body. "okay... yea, she's getting impatient."

"she is your daughter," spencer joked before receiving a warning glare from you. he rose his hands in mock surrender before a nurse came behind you with a wheelchair.

"word of the wise," the nurse spoke up with a gentle tone, "it's smart to not joke around with someone who's about to deliver a baby the size of a pumpkin."

"right," spencer pressed his lips together as you tried to hold back a chuckle.

she led you to a private room - thanks to spencer pulling the "fbi" card. even though you had the extra privacy, it was torturous. until, of course, you were able to get an epidural. it felt like your vagina was being ripped apart - which is, in a way, exactly what was happening. it still hurt, of course, but it was a severely dulled down pain.

the team would come by regularly to check on you. they maintained a safe distance because they didn't want to feel the wrath of y/n in labor, which you understood.

when it was finally time to push, you felt the pressure built up. one of the worries women and doctors always had about getting an epidural is not knowing when to push. what a scam. your body knew - you were the one to tell the nurse you had to push. you took hold of spencer's hand and began crying out in pain.

"why the fuck did you do this to me!!" you shouted at spencer, cursing him out for making you go through so much pain. you both knew you wouldn't have changed it for the world. "GOD! AH!!" your face was lined with sweat and tears, spencer wiping them away before pressing a kiss to your hairline.

"keep going, love," he whispered with tears in his own eyes. he was positioned behind your shoulders, each of his hands taken by yours. "you're doing so great, so amazing."

"i can't," you huffed out. "i'm so tired," your head flopped to the side before spencer released one of his hands to cup your cheek, lifting your face to see his own.

"you've got this, love," he whispered. "you're almost there. we're so close to seeing her," he reminded you before you pressed one last kiss to his lips.

"she's crowning," the doctor spoke up. "one last big push, mom."

taking spencer's hand back in your own, you pushed one last time, probably breaking spencer's hands in the process. he would say how worth it it was when he saw the beautiful face of your daughter. tears were now streaming down both of your faces, enough to fill an entire pool.

spencer went to the side of the bed before taking your face in his hands, passionately kissing you. you held onto his forearm as you melted into his lips, feeling the utmost relief that you had just successfully delivered the baby you shared with the love of your life.

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The Twinkle- Fezco x Reader

I'm back

Sorry about my english

Gif is not mine

What do you guys would like to see in a imagjne with Fezco?

When I first met Fezco, I never thought he was a cheesy person, Rue just said to me when I first met him:

-He's a little..... hard to deal with-she said looking at me- But I think you guys will getting to.

And she was right.

I became good friend with him and, the most important thing, Ash likes me.

Me and Fezco are like brother and sister, but with something more.

I'm not saying that we like each other in a romantic way, we are just, very close, I trust my life on him, he is the first person that I can truly trust, I know I can say everything to him, I would never think about my life without him.

Until sunday

We were in a party, Fezco and Ash were making they business thing and I was just there, actually, I don't know what I was doing there.

I started to drink, a lot, at the point that I can even walk properly, I was about to drink some shot of something red when I saw Fezco, talking with Lexi.

I could saw the twinkle in his eyes while he was listening to something that she was talking and the smile that he got.

In that moment, I felt pain, I've always seen Fezco with random girls, but that smile he was given to Lexi, I was the only that ever saw that.

I couldn't stay one more minute at that place, but Fez was my ride to home, so I just went by myself, alone.

In the middle of the way, a rain started, at that moment nothing could ruin even more my night, I just wanted to sleep and forget about everything.

And that's what I did.

Next morning, I woke up so tired and exhausted, I checked my phone and there was a lot of messages from Fezco asking where I was last night, why I didn't wait for him and Ash and that he need to talk to me.

I don't want to sound selfish, but I didn't want to listen him talk about Lexi all day, I mean, I like Lexi but, last night, I wanted to be her, laughing with him and seeing those blue eyes that I'm in love.

Now, Is where I am, Fezco's door, thinking about what I should tell him.

I should tell him about how I felt so jealous last night?

-Hey Y/n- Fez greeting me- Where the well you were last night?

-Hi- I entered in your house directly to the couch- I was tired and didn't want to bother you, so I went home alone

-But you are fine now ma?- I could see worried in his eyes

-Yeah, I'm fine

-Nice-He sit next to me in the couch- So, do you know Lexi Howard?

There is it.

-Yes- extremely nervous, that how I am now.

-She's very smart, I talked to her a little bit last night.

-I know, I saw you two talking.

-And she told me so many things, do you know that Christmas- I can't listen this.

-Look, I don't want to sound rude, but I don't want to listen about what you guys did last night, I'm sorry if I sound like a bad friend- I just close my eyes, I don't wanna see his face.

-Are you sure you are fine?- I open my eyes and he is closer to me right now- Do you wanna talk about something?

I Should?

-When I saw you and Lexi talking and the way that you were with her, I felt jealousy, because I think I woulf like to be her, like, I think....- I look to his eyes and I can see that he really want to listen the final of the sentence- I think I like you, not just like friends.

The silence.

-I see- he sounds very calm

"I see"? That's all?

I look at him and he really calm.

I pull over my head in the couch, I can feel his hands on mine thigh.

-I feel so happy when I'm with you- I take his hand- but not like, the normal happy shit that all the people feel normally, it's like, the summit of the happiness, extremely happy, do I sound crazy?

-Never ma, I understand you- he squeezed my hand

- You know that I love you right?- I asked looking at him

- I know and I love you too- he look at me and I can see.

The twinkle.

But know, is for me.

[seonghwanotes]

square one | park seonghwa

pairing: seonghwa x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 789

a/n: i love seonghwa so much, his universe text made me cry so i decided to post this <3

"if you ever need seonghwa, just say it. i'll help break everything for you" - psh, universe 210825

You were met with the bright sunlight creeping through your white blinds that you had not finished installing the day before when you woke up. There was no way you would be able to sleep in for a little more while even if you wanted to as the sun rose ever so beautifully right in front of your window.

Your mind was fixed on getting the day started which caused you to place your feet on the floor but the arms which were wrapped around your waist pulled you into a warm embrace, making you halt for a bit.

"If you're going to keep me like this, it will be noon in no time." You mumbled, not turning around to face your lover.

"That's okay. I would love to spend all my time in bed with you." The deep, raspy voice sent chills down your spine as his lips came closer to your jaw, making you tilt your head instinctively.

His soft, plump lips left a kiss on your jaw as you wanted the same kiss on your lips but for a longer period of time. If you didn't bother about hygiene, you would have flipped yourself around and kissed him. A sigh left your lips as you made yourself comfortable with your back leaning onto his torso, both pairs of eyes staring at the ceiling.

"I still can't believe we're actually doing this." You uttered, causing Seonghwa to hum.

"I know," His fingers toyed around with your hair, "It feels like a dream."

"Do you think we rushed into… this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Moving into this apartment together. There's barely space too. What if it's a mistake?" You asked, looking up at him while his eyes were still fixed at the ceiling.

"I don't think it's a mistake, Y/N. Are mistakes supposed to make you feel good? Like you're on cloud nine? Everything we've done together has never felt like a mistake." He spoke, making you scoff.

"You're hanging out with Hongjoong alot." You scoffed, hitting his chest with the back of your hand.

The sound of laughter left his lips as he understood what you meant, "Maybe, but I can't blame him. He writes beautiful lyrics, they flow naturally to him since he's in love with composing, my words come naturally because I'm in love with you."

You got up and looked at the boy who was now looking at you with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "Park Seonghwa, you promised to not be cheesy in the morning!"

Seeing you getting all worked up over his small confessions made him chuckle, "I'm only telling you that I love you, darling. What more can a man like me want in this world when you're all I need?"

You shook your head in disbelief and pushed the blanket to the side. Before you could leave your bed again, Seonghwa stopped you and pulled you back in. "Don't leave yet. Stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Hwa." You muttered, holding his hands with your small ones. You both shared a moment of silence, staring into your empty bedroom with brown boxes pushed to the side of the room, some were still taped whereas some were left open.

"Now that I'm looking at our stuff, we probably should have bought a bigger bed." You told him, holding his finger as you traced the cuticle of his nail.

"And is it because I'm 'long', as you say it?"

"That, yeah and I don't want you to sleep in a cramped space after a long day of work. I move a lot while I sleep too." You admitted, voice coming out small as it laced sorrow.

He let out a hum that made you wonder if he was confused or thinking or agreeing to your statement. "Work is work. I do have some bad days and tiring ones but, I have you. So, what is there for me to worry about?"

"Smelling my stinky ass close up in 4K."

"That's alright, at least in the future, I'll think about the days where we started off in this small apartment in our small bed. God's given me everything that I ever wanted in life."

Though he was spewing words around earlier to tick you off, these few words gave you comfort and made you feel like you were indeed at home with him.

A smile crept onto your face and you chuckled, "I don't deserve an angel like you."

Returning a soft grin, he kissed your forehead and pulled you in for a hug. "I don't know what I'll do without you, Y/N. You're truly all I ever need. That's enough to keep me going every single day."

[on-the-outside]

We’re Not Alone 

on ao3

(The Umbrella Academy S3 spoilers)

tw drinking, grief, war, death, mourning, cursing, death of a s/o, family death

Klaus is drunk.

Five can smell it on his breath and see it in the way he sways into the sitting room, clad in a robe and a pair of silk pajama pants. Five is sprawled on one of the couches, his head resting on a pillow embroidered with flowers, wearing a pair of pajama pants that he stole from Luther (they had to be rolled up six times). Klaus plops down on the couch across from him and props his feet on the coffee table, knocking over one of Allison’s scented candles. It vaguely occurs to Five that it's two in the morning, a time when any mentally healthy person would be sound asleep by now, but, well. This is the Hargreeves family. ‘Mentally healthy’ isn't a term they are very familiar with.

“Rough night?” Five pries, eyeing his brother. He realizes, with a small start, that he’s worried about Klaus. More specifically, about the way the bags under his eyes have gotten more defined and the way his ribs are far more visible then Five remembers. And about the very potent smelling bottle in Klaus’s hands.

“...Yeah,” Klaus bows his head. Five doesn’t really know what to do with this…quiet version of Klaus. He’s never been a feelings person, but he does care. He decides to say something.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Klaus glances at him for a long moment before slumping in his seat. He’s silent for so long that Five doesnt things he's going to reply at all, but then: “You really shouldnt leave those fucking breifcases around where just anyone can pick them up,”

oh.

“How long were you gone?” Five keeps his voice hushed. Really, he should have been able to recognize the signs. Jetlag, headache, everything. The alcohol is a questionable choice, but Five can't really judge,

“A little over ten months,” Fuck.

“Where? When?”

“A Shau Valley, Vietnam, in 1968,” Klaus takes a long sip of his drink, “Landed right in the middle of a war tent. They slapped a uniform on me and sent me out.”

“Jesus,” Five curses. He thinks of his own time in the Apocalypse. No wonder Klaus was messed up. Still, though, Five could sense there was something Klaus wasn't telling him.

“Did you lose someone?” Klaus pauses again.

“His name was…..,” He drags a hand over his face, hesitating, “...his name was Dave Katz. We served together, and then he went to the front line. I followed. He came back, I didn't,”

“Was he your…”

“My Romeo, my Patroclus, my Helen. My ‘Delores’, to you, I guess. Dave was…he is one of the only people I love more than myself. He was kind and brave and he wanted to make the world a better place. I couldn't stand the thought of him being gone, and leaving me alone. So I followed him. And it happened anyway.”

Five remembers, all those years ago, finding the bodies of his family, coated in dust and crushed by the rubble in the Apocalypse. He remembers seeing Luther, clutching that goddamn eyeball. Diego, limp and unmoving. Klaus, with rocks tangled in his hair and glassy eyes. Five knows something about grief.

“I am truly sorry for your loss, Klaus,” Klaus nods in acknowledgement. There’s nothing to say, really, so Five sighs quietly and goes to sit next to his brother.

“Why does everything happen to us?” Klaus bites out, taking another swig and wrapping one arm around a blue velvet pillow. This is the most serious that Five has ever seen Klaus.

“I don't know. But what I do know is, you're not alone.” Five smiles up at Klaus. It feels slightly stiff and cheesy, but he means it. Klaus passes him the bottle.

“Are we having a party?” Viktor asks from behind them as they trudge into the room. Klaus chuckles sadly and leans back on the couch. “Something like that. Please, join us,”

Viktor squeezes in between Five and Klaus, because Five’s siblings have no regard for his personal space Klaus rests his head on Viktor’s shoulder. Five is slightly jealous, until Viktor puts their arm around him. Five leans into the touch. “We’re not alone,” Klaus repeats softly. A smile flickers across Five’s face, all genuine and soft. Five feels sappy.

“Yeah.” Viktor whispers in agreement.

“Hey Klaus?” Five questions.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me more about this guy,”

So Klaus launches into epic tales of parties and battles and dances and defeats. Viktor chimes in with stories about Sissy and Harlen and the farm, little mishaps and soft moments and family dinners. Five talks abous his time with the Commission, leaving out the bad parts and instead describing all the places he traveled around the world and all the things he’d seen there and the people he’d met.

The three brothers eventually go up to bed, some hours later, feeling not quite happy but, at least, not nearly as alone

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What about Tamaki with a reader who knows a lot about flower language so they leave him little flowers as gifts but never tell him it's them cause they don't want to break Tamaki's spirit since he 'believes' it's haruhi. (But he only says that he thinks it's haruhi cause he's afraid of reader finding out that he has a crush on them). And then Kyoya decides to finally help you two get together so he gives Tamaki subtle hints, and then bamn. Confession.

—🌱 (if tumblr eats this ask i will proceed to blast myself into space/also i'm sorry if this is too long and complicated </3)

No worries, this is a perfect idea haha!

.........

An orange blossom.

A symbol of chastity, purity, and loveliness.

It was obvious that Tamaki knew its meaning right away, given he was well-versed in the language of flowers.

Over the past week or so, he’s been left one flower at his usual hosting table. A new day meant a new flower would show up. He had his suspicions of some secret admirer who didn’t dare to show their face, nor leave any indication of their identity. 

This certainly perplexed the princely-type; at home, in class, and at the club..he kept asking himself the same question:

Who?

Who was the one trying to profess their love to him in such a subtle way?

He managed to narrow it down to two people he’s gotten close to recently: you and Haruhi. There was no doubt it had to be one of you.

But he knew that it wasn’t like Haruhi to leave flowers all around, especially ones with deep meanings like the orange blossom in his hand.

Which means it could only be-

‘No..’  He shook his head. ‘It may be true but...what if this is just a friendly gesture? They could never possibly see me..the same way that I see them, right? I got it! I’ll just convince myself that this is all Haruhi’s-!!’

“Tamaki, there’s guests waiting for you. So if you’re quite finished with whatever warped fantasy you're immersed in..”

With a small scream, Tamaki whirled around to see Kyoya standing there. His face was burning red, but thankfully the ravenette didn’t hear his thoughts whatsoever, so he regained his composure quickly.

He had no time to sulk over this matter, so he tucked the blossom into his pocket and smiled, turning on his charm as he went over to entertain his guests.

..........

“Will you ever tell him?”

“I don’t know..maybe someday.” You sighed as you sat beside Mori at lunchtime. Honey arrived soon after, joining you both at the table.

You decided to confide in the two about your crush on Tamaki and the flowers you’ve been leaving for him as hints. But after dropping off the orange blossom yesterday, you felt like it was slowly becoming a lost cause because you’re certain he only had eyes for one woman: Haruhi.

You didn’t want to risk shattering his spirit and forcing him to reject you. It would be an awful situation for everyone involved.

“Tama-chan still doesn’t know??”

“I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s Haruhi.” Your voice lowered into a despondent murmur. 

“But Haru-chan doesn’t know much about flowers or their meanings,” Honey pouted. “I’m a hundred--no..two hundred percent sure that if you’re honest-!”

“Mitsukuni. Eat your food before it gets cold."

“....okaaay, Takashiiii..” He went back to eating his lunch, like a kid who was being scolded by his parent.

“He’ll figure it out soon, I’m sure.” Mori tried to reassure you.

“Yeah, I can only hope. He can be a real airhead, though..” You sighed.

And so the remainder of your lunch was quiet.

...........

During the last hour of the meeting, after the guests were gone, the hosts saw that their leader wasn’t his usual cheerful-self. Even the guests have noted that he seemed perturbed about something, but he just kept making excuse after excuse.

Kyoya knew very well what was wrong, so he insisted that he and Tamaki talked outside the music room.

But even in the empty hallway he continued to mope around, dodging his longtime friend’s questions and making up lies until-

“You’re not in love with Haruhi. You just convinced yourself this was true out of fear of being taken for a fool by [y/n], your real crush.”

“A fool?!!” Tamaki gawked, turning slightly pale as he stared at him. “Is that all I really am to you, Mommy??!”

“From my observations, yes.”

“!!!!!”

“Now don’t go sulking again,” Kyoya warned. “Not until you tell me..who, out of all the people you know, is highly familiar with flower symbolism?”

“W-Well..[y/n], right?”

“And who told you that they have a lovely garden and regularly visit commoner flower shops?

“...[y/n]...”

“So you know for sure it’s not Haruhi...nor some "friendly gesture.” With a sigh, he closed his notebook, although he perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching, looking behind him to see you. “Oh, hello, [y/n]. I had assumed you’ve gone home for the day."

“Ah, Kyoya-senpai. Hi.” You stopped to catch your breath. “S-Sorry I didn’t show up today, I was behind on a lecture and....Tamaki-senpai?”

The aforementioned blonde yelped and hid behind Kyoya, although he did a terrible job at it as the latter merely stepped aside. “It’s now or never, Tamaki."

And with that, he walked away, leaving you both alone in the hall.

“So...anything interesting happen at the club?"

Tamaki tensed up. "U-Um, no..it was quite an uneventful day, at least for me." He rubbed his arm. "That's..a nice flower you got there.”

“Thanks.” You awkwardly held up the red rose in your grasp. Of course, there were countless ones decorating the music room, and the hosts always seemed to have an endless stash of them to gift to the ladies.

But this rose was much different, even Tamaki knew.

You could tell he was frozen on the spot, so you sighed and walked over, taking his hand to place the rose in it. “Yes, it was me who left all those flowers for you.”

“It was?? I knew it--wait..how much of our conversation did you hear???"

“Not a lot, but at least my fears weren’t confirmed.” You smiled sweetly at him. “Guess I tend to overthink stuff as much as you do, huh?”

Usually this is where he’d respond back with some cheesy romantic quip. But he couldn’t find the right words this time around. It didn’t help that you were now holding both of his hands either, but you were patient, knowing that he desperately wanted to say something to you.

“[Y/n], I’m..truly touched by your gifts.” He managed to speak at last. "Each flower you've bestowed upon me seems as though it was freshly-picked from the Garden of Eden itself. You spoke to me through these flowers..but..even though I knew what they’ve been trying to tell me...part of me was oh-so very afraid of being...wrong.”

Tears glistened in his violet eyes, though you couldn’t tell if they were for dramatic effect or legitimate. Nevertheless, your smile grew as you listened to his speech.

Eventually he did get to his point: he was in love with you but was terrified of what you might think--that he was too immature or aloof or incompetent to ever be more than just a friend.

You just chuckled, shaking your head. “I was afraid to tell you for the same reasons. I knew you could’ve gone for any girl in this school, so..uh...I guess I’m a lucky person, huh?”

“Why, I’d consider myself the lucky one, here. But does this mean...” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, gazing at you intensely. “..you accept my confession?”

“Yeah, more or less. If I didn’t things would be real awkward right-!!”

All of the sudden you were pulled closer to his chest, trapping you in a tight hug. But you simply wrapped your arms around him, before breathing a small sigh of relief.

You were surprised, yet pleased, that things turned out this way.

Meanwhile in Tamaki’s "Theater of the Mind", fireworks were going off and he was prancing around with joyful tears streaming down his cheeks. But in reality he just smiled and closed his eyes as he squeezed you tightly, his heart full of love and joy.

Earlier today he had lost those, but..

You have become his new love and joy.

[evafrechette]

I hope you're a plumber because you’ve got my pipe leaking

↠ seokjin x jungkook | smut | golddigger!jk, plumber!seokjin | 18+ | 3.8k

↠ Summary: Gold digger Jungkook is frustrated his decrepit husband can't give him good dick. Enter plumber Seokjin who is slightly oblivious to Jungkook's invitation for sex and just thinks the whole house has bad indoor plumbing if the constant calls to their office about a leaking pipe is to go by.

↠ Warnings: rimming, anal sex, creampie, cheating, butt plugs, size queen jk, bottom jk, top seokjin, loads of plumbing jokes, mario reference, spanking, anal play

↠ Written for the BTS Porn Cliche Fest ↠

Jungkook sighs as he plonks down onto the lush gold velvet Chesterfield sofa. His long blond hair falls into his eyes and he puffs it away dramatically. This wasn't how he pictured his life when he married one of the most powerful and rich men in the city. Jungkook thought it would be lavish cocktail parties, expensive cars, jet setting around the globe and attractive half naked pool boys. What he got was a grumpy elderly workaholic husband who forbids him from staying out late, a pool cleaner who looks like John Wayne Gacy and a husband who can't get his dick hard. At least he gets free reign of the black card!

He picks up the remote and points it towards the TV. The screen flicks on to loud moaning. It's a bondage scene - some skinny twink is tied up and a big burly leather clad man is thrusting into him at incredible speed. Jungkook yawns and changes the channel. He watched that one earlier in the day. He flicks unimpressively through various channels before deciding to turn the TV off. He's bored, SO bored. He hasn't had sex all week, he hasn't had GOOD sex in years. His husband needs help via a little blue pill to even get it up and since he has been too busy with a big case load at work recently Jungkook's been left to his own devices and he's starting to get antsy. Just then a brilliant idea pops into his head. A few weeks ago they had trouble with a clogged drain and the most beautiful man alive was sent to work on it. Jungkook remembers the way his broad shoulders strained under his work uniform, his big plush lips pouting as he concentrated, and those big feet. They were huge. Big feet, big cock as they say. And Jungkook was longing to find out if that was the case with the statuesque plumber. He rushes up the stairs, taking two steps at a time and flings himself into his husbands office. He skips over to the desk and throws open every drawer to find the address book containing the mystery plumbers number. "Ugh, where the hell has that old bastard put it..." Jungkook whines throwing important documents in the air. He continues searching drawers until he finds the book he was looking for. "Tada!! Okay, now to find his number." a giggle escapes his lips, Jungkook is euphoric. He knows his husband wouldn't be happy with his sinful plans, but that's what is making it all that much more tempting to him. Jungkook is being a little brat. He misses feeling like this. Married life has well and truly stifled his exuberance for life. He reaches over to the telephone on the desk and dials the number, but no one answers. He tries again and still no answer. He slams the receiver down and pouts, with his arms crossed in front of him. This is his punishment for thinking of fucking another man. Of course it would never happen, what was he even thinking? *ring ring* Jungkook eyes the phone suspiciously, has his husband somehow found out he's in his office and is ringing to yell at him? He quickly scans the room to spot any security cameras before picking up. "Hello yeah sorry I missed your calls, who is this?" "Who is this?" Jungkook enquired sceptically. "Uhh you rang me? Is this about a plumbing job?" Jungkook's eyes go wide, he's talking to handsome plumber, oh shit this is his chance. "Oh yes, sorry, Hi, yes we have a problem with the . .  . pipe, yeah the pipe under the sink. . um in the kitchen. There is water everywhere I don't know what to do.” "Okay, I'm actually not working tonight. . . " "OH NO PLEASE I need you . . uh I mean I need your help!" His eyes roll into the back of his head, he sounds like such an idiot right now. "Text me your address and I'll be there in about 40 minutes. This will be an after hours service so I have to charge more." "That's fine! That's okay, thank you so much." Jungkook hangs up and fist pumps the air then quickly sends his address to the man. His plan is in motion, now all he has to do is cause some damage.

He runs down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, his knee high socks helping him slide to the sink. He drops down onto his knees and throws the doors to the sink cupboard open. Jungkook knows absolutely nothing about plumbing, so he starts to unscrew whatever he can find. He stands back up and turns the faucet on then crouches back down to see if his wicked plan has worked. He can see a trickle of water escaping the pipe, but it's not enough so he unscrews it more. All of a sudden water is gushing everywhere. He thinks it's still not enough to have needed to call a plumber out (and he does have a flair for dramatics), so he grabs a bowl, fills it to the brim then splashes it all over the floor, he does it again this time splashing inside the cupboard. He stands back and takes a look at his handiwork. Not bad he thinks to himself. Jungkook runs to the laundry and grabs a few towels, placing them around the floor, to look as though he had attempted to clean the mess then scrampers his way to his bedroom to get ready. He removes his sweats and puts on a cute pair of pink panties, followed by an oversized hoody. He goes to head out the door when he stops and spins back around. He walks to his side of the wardrobe and brings out a purple box. Inside are a range of toys, but there is one in particular Jungkook is looking for. A black butt plug with a beautiful glistening pink gem. Before he puts the box away he grabs a bottle of lube and then makes his way to the bed to undress. He lubes up his fingers, reaches down and slowly inserts one inside himself, he pumps in and out a few times before adding another. He scissors his fingers, stretching himself out perfectly for the plug. He grabs the butt plug and slathers it with lube before pushing it into his pink hole. Jungkook let's out a small moan when it's in and pulls his panties back up. Just then he hears the door bell ring. Shit, has it been 40 minutes already?! He pops the lube into his hoody pocket, wipes his hands in the duvet cover then takes a quick look in the mirror, brushing down his long blond locks with his fingers before making his way down the stairs and towards the front door. Jungkook can feel his heart racing, he's starting to second guess himself now. What if Mr Plumber isn't even into guys? The doorbell rings again, so he takes a deep breath and opens the heavy front door. Jungkook looks around curiously, the man in front of him has a terrible fake moustache and is wearing some kind of costume. He's seen this costume before, but where exactly . . . oh that's right! "Uhhh, why are you dressed as Mario?" The taller man let's out a loud laugh before gesturing to be let in. Jungkook's cock is as confused as he is, but he steps aside allowing the man entrance. "I was at a fancy dress party when you rang. I didn't have time to get changed, is that okay? I mean, I am technically in a plumbers work uniform . . just not my own." Jungkook studies him. He's wearing a red shirt underneath blue overalls, white gloves, an oversized red hat and that hilarious fake moustache. He's such a beautiful man, that he even makes the costume look good. Jungkook never thought he'd ever get hard over someone wearing work overalls, but here he is, swelling up already. He coughs nervously, "No that's fine, sorry for calling on your day off but I just had no idea what to do, there is so much water everywhere." The plumber smiles "Which way to the leak?" Jungkook let's out a squeak and leads the man into the kitchen, he takes small deliberate steps, swishing his hips, looking back with an innocent smile. As they enter the plumber pops his toolbox down on the bench and crouches down to see the damage. "You know us plumbers always take our work very seriously. We plunge straight into it.” the laugh that follows is the cutest laugh Jungkook has ever heard, it reminds him of windshield wipers. He can't help but laugh at the cheesy joke. "I know a good plumbing joke." Jungkook exclaims. "Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.” his attention now solely on Jungkook. "I once gave a

carpenter, plumber and a bricklayer a hand job at the same time. I guess you could call me a Jack off all trades." The plumbers ears go red immediately and he turns his attention back to the sink. Jungkook groans quietly, that didn't go down well. He thought it was a fantastic joke too, one of his best. He leans over the bench and absentmindedly twirls his hair in between his fingers. The man is truly irresistible, his shoulders are so incredibly wide, arms toned, and he has a fantastic ass in those overalls. "So what's your name anyway?" Jungkook murmurs. "I'm Seokjin, you can just call me Jin though. And you are?" "Jungkook..." "Is your dad home? I've been here a few times before." "My dad? Ooohh you mean my husband, umm no he's at work. . . late .  . again." Jungkook huffs and throws his arms down on the bench, his head follows until his torso is leaning completely on the bench top. In this position his hoody rides up showing off the pale pink of his underwear. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Jin peek before looking away. A smirk appears on Jungkook's face. "So tell me another joke! That was a good one before." Jin clears his throat "I knew a plumber that was working on the side to become an artist. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a faucet for his creativity." Jungkook let's out an over the top laugh which causes his ass to jiggle. That joke was incredibly lame, but clearly Jin is into this shit so he's gonna play it up. He slowly leans up from the bench and walks over to the fridge. "Would you like a drink?" "Water will be fine thanks, if you have it.” Jungkook reaches as far back into the fridge as he can, bent over in a way that isn't necessary, drinks are on the top shelf after all, but he wants to give the attractive man a little show. He walks over and holds out the bottle of water for Jin. When he grabs it their fingers touch gently causing one another to lock eyes. "Ya know, I've been doing this plumbing thing for years, I'm used to seeing all sorts of leaks. This one though is unusual.." "Hmm really? How?" Jin stands and places the bottle in the sink, he walks over to Jungkook and stands uncomfortably close to the blond. His breath warm against Jungkook's ear as he whispers. "Well I can tell someone got under that sink and loosened the locknut and coupling nuts and I'm thinking it may have been a certain someone parading around in hardly any clothes, showing off his pretty little ass at every chance." Jungkook's breath hitches in his throat, the man smells like beer and woody fig leaves and even with that ridiculous moustache on his face his entire aura right now is intimidating as fuck, and it's got Jungkook getting harder by the second. "Does your old man not treat his little boy toy right huh? I've seen you around whenever I've been called here for a job. Always checking me out, is that why you called tonight? To think I thought you just had really terrible plumbing here..." Jungkook can't even get any words out, so he just nods his head like some stupid dog toy you'd pop on the dash of your car. This causes Jin to laugh, his fingers tracing along Jungkook's jaw. He tilts the younger man's face up and smashes their lips together. The kiss is rushed and frenzied. Their teeth knock against each others and they are left panting, but it's perfect and Jungkook hasn't felt this alive in years. Jin's soft velvety lips brush against Jungkook's earlobe as he purrs "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want, please, anything." Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady, but it was no use, he was desperate to feel the attractive man inside him. "Anything?" Jin cocked his head to the side, a wicked smile planted on his face. "I want you up on the dining room table, on all fours," he clapped his hands together twice "Chop chop, let's do this. And take the panties off too.” Jungkook was too aroused to even question the strange request as he walked a little too eagerly through to the dining room. He quickly removed his panties then pulled back the dining room chair and used it to step up

onto the table. He got into position, his knees already aching a little as they dug into the wooden table top. He could feel the calloused hands of the plumber running over his soft ass, before a hard smack was heard echoing through the room. Jungkook yelped, not expecting to be spanked but it felt so fucking good, so he wiggled his ass in the air hoping Jin would get the hint and do it again. Jin got it alright, and gave Jungkook 5 hard smacks right across his left ass check. He could feel pre cum leaking from his hard cock pooling onto the table below and his face flushed red from embarrassment. He could feel Jin's hand on him again and braced himself for the next set of smacks, but instead his fingers lightly traced over the marks admiring his reddened handprint, slowly his fingers made their way to Jungkook's hole, where the plug was fully on display. He pushed on the gem causing Jungkook to let out a choked whimper. "Did you put this in just for me?" Jin queries as he slowly pulls out the plug before pushing back in, amazed at the way Jungkook's hole seemed perfectly made for the toy, stretching easily to fit around the the widest part and then sucking the rest in. "Y . . yes, for you." Jungkook gasped as Jin removed the toy completely leaving him feeling empty and open. He didn't have much time to get used to that feeling as Jin begin to kiss the back of his thighs, nipping and sucking sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed up to Jungkook's ass, lightly nibbling on each cheek. Jungkook was a mess already, panting and leaking pre cum, he so desperately wanted to reach between his legs and jerk himself off, but he wanted Jin to be the one to make him cum. Not his boring old, overly used hand. Jin spread Jungkook's ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue over his open hole. Jungkook's needy whining spurred him on, so he fucked his tongue deep into his ass. Jungkook was in ecstasy he'd never had anyone eat him out before. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever experienced, lost in the feeling he pushed his ass back onto Jin's mouth and begged the man go faster. Jin enthusiastically grabbed onto his ass and spread his cheeks even further apart as he added a finger beside his tongue, fucking Jungkook's ass in tandem. Jin removed his mouth from Jungkook's alluring hole, and continued to fuck him with his finger. "My mother always said you should eat every meal at the dining room table. And that was one of the best meals I've ever had." he casually removed his finger and watched as Jungkook's hole puckered open from the loss. He gave his ass a quick pat before standing back and getting undressed. Jungkook's knees were red and irritated from the pressure of being on the table, so he finally moved off his hands and knees and sat back on the table with his legs dangling over the side. His already big eyes went even wider when he saw the naked man in front of him. He was right, so fucking right. Jin was huge, massive, enormous, mammoth, super sized. It was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen. "Why are you in plumbing? You should be in porn. Look at that thing!" Jungkook pointed directly at Jin's cock. A look of utter amazement on his face. "Why do you think plumbers and therapists make so much money?” "I have no idea?" He shook his head, blond hair flailing around his face. "Because no one else wants to deal with other peoples shit. Now lay back on the table for me will ya.” Jungkook didn't have to be asked twice, he pushed himself back and lay flat on the table, Jin sauntered over and pulled Jungkook down so they were flush with one another. Jungkook's entrance was shiny and wet from Jin's earlier tongue escapades, but he knew it might still not be enough, so he reached into his hoody and pulled out the lube. "Umm just in case." he shyly looked towards Jin who smiled affectionately and took the bottle from him. He squirted a generous amount over his hard cock and positioned himself against Jungkook's entrance. Jin pushed in slowly, allowing Jungkook time to adjust around his large size. He pulled out and

pushed back in again even slower this time, inch by inch stretching him out, making Jungkook feel so full he felt as though the room was spinning. Jungkook was speechless, he looked up at the exquisite man above him and decided he must have slipped on the wet kitchen floor, died and gone to heaven. He was being fucked by an angel with the biggest cock humanly possible. Trembling, shaky sobs left his chapped lips as the man thrust into him long and slow. Jungkook pushed down onto Jin to meet his thrusts hoping that the man would speed up a little, but Jin just grabbed onto his hips and held him down into place. He was truly at Jin's mercy. The two men were a sweaty, panting mess. The sound of their skin slapping against each other ricocheted around the dining room. Jin lifted Jungkook's right leg and hooked his foot over his shoulder. A bolt of heat shocked Jungkook's insides as Jin's cock hit his prostate over and over again with every thrust. "Oohh fuck, I'm gonna come." he cried out. Jin picked up the pace as his large hand curled around Jungkook's swollen cock, pumping him in time with his own thrusts. Jungkook's sensations were heightened the minute that tough-skinned fingers were being drawn up and down his length. He felt his balls tightening and knew that just a few more thrusts would be all it would take to reach his release. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a drawn-out needy moan as his cock pulsated in Jin's hand, spurts of his hot cum landing on his stomach and all over Jin's tight grip. Jin stopped his movement and allowed the younger man to come down from his high before he started to thrust even harder inside Jungkook's tight ass. Jungkook was oversensitive, his ass tightening with every twitch of Jin's cock inside of him. Jin didn't hold back though, thrusting hard and deep inside of him. "Ahhh fuck, you feel so fucking good, so tight on my cock." Jin grunts between thrusts. Jungkook's whines were stirring him on towards his own release. Jin grits his teeth and sweat drips down his forehead as he finally comes inside Jungkook's tight hole. He is absolutely spent and leans down to kiss the blond. Their kiss is weak and slow, but incredibly sensual. Their sweaty forheads bump which causes a giggle from both men. "Eww you're sweating on me.” Jungkook pouts. "Wow, you're worried about that? I just came in your ass! Speaking of . . " Jin reaches over Jungkook's head and grabs the butt plug, he slowly removes his sizable cock from the blonds ass and teases the plug around Jungkook's hole, watching as it flutters open and his cum start to freely drip out. He pushes the plug in easily, trapping his cum inside. "Since you clearly wanted me inside you for a while now, you can enjoy my cum in your ass when I'm gone." he playfully winks at Jungkook.

The two men get dressed, casting each other looks of utter fondness. They walk back into the kitchen and grab their long abandoned bottles of water. Jungkook gulps his down, not realising just how thirsty he was. He forgot that good sex can wear your ass out. What a workout, why would anyone go to a gym when you could just fuck instead? A noise from the foyer startles them both, it's the sound of the front door being opened and closed. Jin grabs his toolbox and looks at Jungkook nervously, the blond smiles sweetly at the plumber and whispers "Just follow my lead"

An older man with a full head of grey hair, deep wrinkles, glasses sitting atop of his wide nose and wearing an over sized suit ploddingly makes his way into the room. "Oh honey, it's so nice to see you I thought you'd be at work all night?" Jungkook says as he kisses his husband on the cheek. "Mm yes well, I got as much done as I could tonight. Did we have trouble with the plumbing again? Why is Mr Kim here . . dressed like that?" "Yes sir, sorry I was at a dress up party and didn't have time to change. Your kitchen sink had a leak. It was an easy fix though, took only 10 minutes or so. I'll email through an invoice first thing on Monday morning.... Okay, I better go now." he tensely glances in Jungkook's direction. "Let me walk you out." he smiles back sweetly. When they reach the door Jungkook looks back to make sure he's not being watched by his doddering husband before he leans in and kisses Jin chastely on the cheek. "We should do this again next weekend, maybe the pipes in the pool house will unexpectedly play up hmm?" Jin flashes him a ravishing smile and winks at him as he exits the mansion. Jungkook watches Jin's enticing firm ass walk back to his car and feels the stirring of butterflies in his belly. He's starting to get feelings for a plumber with a terrible sense of humor but with a cock so large it should be illegal. He chuckles to himself as he closes the door, his entire night could be the storyline of some cheesy C grade porno film. But he can't wait to experience it all over again next weekend.

[karmelek-writes]

comfort zone | part 2

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, suggestive comments, mentions of sex, there will be smut in other parts

Read part 1 here!

A/N: Hey guys! This is part two of the "comfort zone". I wanted to thank you all again for supporting me and commenting, reblogging, and liking part 1! I hope you like this one too. Let me know what you think! Also, if anyone would like to be added to the taglist, please message me! I'll create one soon.

Love, W 🖤

When you sat down next to the blonde you immediately sensed that he tensed. You didn’t like how the things between you turned out to be so awkward. You two were never like that. And now you were scared to say a word to him. Suddenly texting seemed more appealing so you took out your phone again and started typing. You noticed Harrison glancing at you as if he tried to see if you are in a good mood for taking up this conversation. He didn’t want to be noisy and check who you’re texting so he quickly shifted his head to the slides that were displayed by your professor. However, he looked down at his phone when he felt it vibrate just to see that he got a message from you. Frowning, he touched the icon of your contact and read your message.

From Y/N:

Want to go out for a drink with me?

You watched him looking through the text anxiously, hoping that he didn’t get the wrong idea. You wanted to make things right, not only because you hated having unfinished business with people but also because you liked him and his company. Another thing was that he was Tom’s friend. You wouldn’t want him to feel bad about your misunderstanding with his best friend. When you opened your mouth to add something, Harrison turned to you with a lovely little smile. When he nodded some loose curls fell on his face making you smile in return and laugh inside. You didn’t miss the light in his eyes when you moved your hand slightly to put his hair back in its place just as you did with Tom. This time, however, you stopped midway and a crimson flush crept into your face. The blonde’s smile turned into a smirk when he caught up to your actions and before you could do something he moved a little closer to you to give you a chance to brush the messy curls out of his face. But instead of that, you slapped him on the arm and sank deeper into your seat what brought a laugh out of Harrison. He thought that you were adorable in your shyness and he definitely enjoyed making you flustered. The simple gesture made you hope that maybe nothing is lost yet. You just had to apologise and assure him that what had happened was just an accident. It would be easy, wouldn’t it?

After your lecture and interaction with Harrison, you felt a lot lighter. Your mind was at peace again and you could enjoy yourself knowing that everything will be alright between Harrison and you. When you got home the first thing you did was to lay down on a sofa. With a smile on your face, you stretched your body and closed your eyes. This moment of silence was what you needed after all these hours of anxiety and stress. Breathing deeply you slowly started to drift to sleep when the sound of the door opening brought you back to reality.

“I just got the best news EVER,” very excited Tom marched through the door with an enormous smile on his face. Noticing you laying on the sofa he stopped dead in his tracks hoping that he didn’t wake you. Looking up, you had to laugh at his wild eyes gaze, and tensed figure. You stood up to greet your best friend opening your arms for him. Tom smiled widely and embraced you in a tight hug but his strength and force made you lose your balance and collapse back on the couch. Brunette landed on top of you and you yelped in surprise. You could feel his weight on you but for some reason, it didn’t bother you at all. Actually, you found it really nice to be able to enjoy the way his muscles flexed when he tried to steady himself not to crush you. For anyone who walked through the door, the scene would seem unpleasant but you were comfortable feeling the heat radiating from his body. Every since you two started hanging out, a feeling of comfort and mutual understanding was created. With Tom things were always easy, you didn’t argue much and on top of that, it was really hard for awkwardness in your relationship. You loved him for his incredible ability to turn bad situations into good ones and brush everything off with laughter. Yet, this time you haven’t heard him giggling or saying some playful words to make you blush. You moved your head to look him in the eyes and this time you saw something you’ve never seen before. His gaze studied your face patiently, not missing any spot on your skin. His mouth was slightly agape as he tried to find the right words to say but your beauty was so mesmerising he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Your bodies were so close that you could feel his shallow breath on your face and you started wondering why was he so nervous out of a sudden. Little did you know that Tom has realised something at that moment. He realised he couldn’t find any flaw in you despite watching you the whole time. He realised that you make him the happiest and that he would never be the same without you. And most importantly, Tom realised that he could never make you as happy as he wished to. He has always made sure you were doing alright and that you knew he was there but he couldn’t force himself to love you. He tried, he really tried to develop some feelings. He would lay in bed at night thinking about you and what is wrong with him that he can’t love such an amazing person. Tom never believed in soulmates but he truly thought you had his heart and soul. When you were gone, he always felt like there was something missing. A puzzle that combines his messy lifestyle with his fucked up mind. You always had the right things to say to make him feel better and he never felt like you were judging him. He truly found someone with a pure heart and soul that is right for him and understands him without words. But if you weren’t the right one, where were they? Truthfully, Tom was tired of being alone. He wanted someone to love him and he wanted someone to love. You were there for him but somehow it wasn’t enough. He lacked the feeling of crazy love. He wanted it to consume him and intoxicate all his senses. He wanted to be in a daze that would make him do all the cheesy stuff his friends would tease him about but he wouldn’t care because of the happiness. It killed him that it wasn’t you. He knew that, all too well, but he didn’t stop being close to you. He wouldn’t dare to even try and lose you. At that moment he knew that he would take up every fight to keep you by his side even if it meant to hurt himself because despite all that you were his home and he needed you to breathe. You were his safe zone and if he couldn’t have you by fate, he would have you by choice.

As the seconds passed by your heart started to beat more quickly anticipating his next move. The way Tom was looking at you made you forget how to breathe. All you could do was stare at his beautiful honey brown eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the lamp standing on the table. Finally, after what felt like hours, Tom whispered "I got the job," seemingly getting out of his thoughts but you saw that he was still trying to figure something out in his head.

"This.. this is amazing, Tom," you replied not paying much attention to what he was talking about since all you could do was drool over him.

"Yeah, I'm going to the USA," he laughed like he couldn't believe he got the part but still didn't move one bit. Tom's body was towering over you making it hard for you to focus on his words.

"Mhmm.. I'm proud of you, Tommy," the nickname quickened his heartbeat as he always got warm inside when you called him that. He thought the nickname was childish but he always melted when it came out of your mouth. He wanted to kiss your forehead as an act of thanking you but you suddenly yawned.

"I'm sorry that I woke you up. I was just excited," his pretty smile was replaced by a pout when he remembered the state he found you in. You took his face in your hands and giggled at his cuteness.

"I was just falling asleep, don't worry," you answered truthfully, not wanting him to feel bad for disturbing your peace.

"Are you still sleepy? We can lay down if you want," Tom proposed, concerned about your lack of sleep out of nowhere.

"Well, I'd say we're already laying down..." hesitation was evident in your voice almost as you were worried to bring up the topic. The look on Tom's face shifted quickly after he registered your words and looked down between your bodies. That was when he felt his crutch touching yours and a wave of embarrassment mixed with lust washed over him. He must have got lost in daydreaming about you not to notice that he was basically crunching you. He was surprised you could even breathe in this state. "But.. I-I don't mind..." your words eased his panic but didn't help the blood coming south.

In the trance, you moved your fingers along his smooth skin hoping that would calm him down. You weren't sure what you were doing but you enjoyed this little moment and didn't want it to end. Tracing the shape of his nose you licked your lips what made Tom close his eyes and exhale deeply.

"We need to stop or I'll do something we will both regret," when the words left his mouth you stopped your movement but kept your hands on his face. Tom was scared to open his eyes. He feared for your reaction. A few seconds passed by while you tried to find the right words. Were you surprised? Yes. But you couldn't fight the smile that crept on your face and the butterflies erupting in your stomach. Although, you weren't sure how you felt about what you've just heard you needed to feel him. It may be wrong but you wanted it.

"What if I don't mind?" you said softly just millimeters from his lips. Tom finally opened his eyes at your confession and you could see the confusion painted on his face.

"I-I-I.... Look um..." this was the first time you've seen your best friend so nervous that he couldn't get the words out. He seemed to be really troubled but he finally gave in resting his own hand on your cheek. "W-what does this mean for u-us?" he couldn't help but ask. Tom didn't want you to think that he was just taking advantage out of the situation. He needed to know your point of view on this because he didn't want to hurt you in any way and this was a dangerous field.

"I don't know but I really want this" your words made the brunette's eyes darken. Licking his lips for the last time, he moved your head closer to him and brushed his lips against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. Your lips were moving softly in sync as if you kissed for the millionth time. You were making out for a good few minutes until the taste of him was so intoxicating you forgot how to breathe and had to pull out for a second to catch some air. Your break didn't last long because Tom pulled you back in taking advantage of your parted lips and pushed his tongue in. You moaned at the action and the sound made Tom thrust his hips against yours. At that moment you felt something poking your thigh. You didn't want to stop your make-out session but you knew you weren't ready to go further yet so you patted his chest softly to signal him that you wanted to stop. Tom pulled out slowly trying to see if he hurt you in any way. "I'm alright," noticing his worried gaze you assured him that there was nothing bad happening. "I'm just umm... not ready for t-the next s-step," suddenly you got anxious hoping that you didn't say anything wrong to make him upset.

"Oh.." was all he said, not fully realising what you were trying to hint on.

"I mean... you know," you looked down at his bulge hoping that he would understand your clue.

"OH!" he followed your gaze and finally caught up to what you meant. "Noo, don't worry about it. We um.. we don't have to go further if you don't want to," Tom tried to make you comfortable but he couldn't hide the flush on his cheeks that was a result of his embarrassment. He didn't know why he felt so awkward out of a sudden. You, on the other hand, felt more confused than awkward. You had to figure out your own feelings towards your best friend but you couldn't lie to yourself and say that you didn't enjoy it because that was probably the most amazing kiss you've ever had.

"Thank you," you didn't really register your words but it seemed that neither did Tom because he started to get up and fixing his clothes and hair. You only watched him, not wanting to move.

"Do you regret it?" Tom asked in a small voice noticing your absent look. He didn't know how to feel about the situation too. He allowed himself to let loose this one time and he just hoped it didn't destroy your friendship.

"Do you regret it?"

"I asked you first."

"Trying to be smart, Holland?" he genuinely smiled at your remark because then he knew that nothing has changed. You wouldn't joke with him if you were mad or upset.

Taking a deep breath, you got up and turned to face Tom. "I don't regret it. Do you?" he let go of a deep breath he didn't even know that was holding and shook his head. "That's... good." you summed up the situation making Tom burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You are so weird," you faked an offended look at what he added "But so am I. That makes us a good match."

You nodded your head because maybe he was right. Maybe you two were a good match.

After the incident, things started to get more intense between you and Tom. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or if he made it his mission to frustrate you even more by caressing you while you were falling asleep or casually holding your hand when going on walks. Whatever it was, it rendered you warm inside. You couldn’t fight your butterflies and stop yourself by slowly falling for your best friend. Subconsciously, you hoped you two would end up together, his family loving you and all your friends saying how you make a good match. However, it didn’t seem as he had any intentions to make the first move. Even though Tom was very touchy with you, he never asked you out or even brought up the subject of the relationship. It was even more confusing because he wasn’t messing around with anyone nor he had any female friends he was interested in. You knew because as your relationship with Harrison started progressing you found yourself gushing to him about Tom. Harrison always tried to assure you that Tom liked you too and after many days of contemplating you decided to talk with him about your feelings. You were even more nervous because he was supposed to leave for the USA for his new job in a couple of days. You weren’t sure where this conversation would leave your relation but the fear wasn’t that strong to stop you from confessing your admiration for him.

Tom invited you to his get-away party so that was when you wanted to talk to him. His family wanted to say a proper goodbye before he would leave for long months that’s why they all came to celebrate his success. You were one of the first few people who has come so you helped around the kitchen and talked a bit to Tom’s brothers. You’ve known these people for so long that at this point you treated them like your own family. You had fun talking with Tom’s grandparents and playing with the youngest members of the family. Tom was watching you from the kitchen with a smile on his face as you were humming Baby shark with children. He loved that you felt so comfortable around his family and that they’ve basically accepted you as their own child. His parents would even ask him about you sometimes, hoping that there was something more between you. He always brushed them off saying that you two were just friends because that was the truth. Even though no one questioned your friendship, everyone knew that it wasn’t just Tom who was coming over, it was always Tom and Y/N. When his parents wanted to invite you for dinner or a nice family gathering they would just tell Tom to pass you the invitation. Everyone treated you two as one because they knew that your bond was special and Tom’s family has never seen him happier than when he was with you. They were grateful that he had someone in his life who kept him grounded. “She’s the one, mate,” is what his brothers keep telling Tom. He would just smile mysteriously because it wasn’t true but he didn’t want to let anyones’ hopes down.

When the children ran away you giggled and glanced at the room to spot someone you could talk to. That was when you noticed Tom at the foot of the stairs who was talking to Harrison. He must have sensed you looking at him because he turned his head directly to you. The action made you smile and you started to make your way to take up a conversation with the boys. After finally scrambling through the crowd, you stood eye to eye with Tom who took your hand and led you to his room. You didn’t know where Harrison went but you guessed that Tom wanted to talk to you about something important. Otherwise, why would he take you to his room giving air to Harrison?

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Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° You owned this special and locked diary for years, where you kept all your bottles up emotions and feelings in.

° One of those feelings evolving your long time crush on Chan, including the words 'Sexy, Cute, Inspirational, Hot, Prince, and A Literal Angel' all in quite a few pages. Luckily your now long time boyfriend has never seen these fangirl/boy paragraphs.

° Chan was all of those words, no doubt about it. But it is still hard to look at those paragraphs without cringing at how desperate you sounded in your mind.

° Chan however apparently loved your affectionate paragraphs, flipping through the pages as you walked through his studio door. Your heart sank as pure shock and terror rushed through your veins. No one wants their private thoughts to be read.

° The tips of Chan's ears were firetruck red, as a beaming grin flashed towards you. You noted that he read through the entire diary, knowing all the dreams and wishes you had that involved him. No skeletons were left in your closet anymore, it was bittersweet.

"So you really think I'm an angel who is also the sexiest person on earth?" he teased, cupping your face in his palms.

"Well duh, but you can't tell me you didn't think anything like that towards me-" You defended, cut off by his sweet kisses.

Lee Know

° Minho found out about your true feelings towards him while reading some song lyrics you wanted to show 3Racha.

° He needed to know who you loved and admired so dearly after reading this, constantly by your side questioning anything he could. After literal weeks of conspiracy, you couldn't take his suspicion anymore and admitted everything.

° You are now much more secretive with your songs that you've written, but that won't stop Minho from looking everywhere he possibly can. He is determined to find them.

° After so many large steps that were taken in your relationship, he wants to see how you truly felt throughout them. From the first date, first time, to the promise ring he fave you last week. Minho wants to say it's to tease, when it's truly because he loves you.

° He loved the way his stomach did kart wheels as his heart fluttered when he first read your words. He hasn't felt that amazing feeling in a while and needs to re live it, luckily for him he noticed a place he has never thought of checking.

"So kitten, you really want to marry me don't you?" he commented, a soft smirk across his glowing features.

"Why wouldn't I? You're you. And how'd you find those?!" you replied, tone changing as you saw how many he actually had.

Changbin

° Changbin was struggling to create a new song, he seemed to accidently make similar beats and lyrics to their past hits.

° You would sometime write up different songs when you were bored, but you never showed them to anyone thinking they weren't great. But Changbin looked in need of some type of inspiration, so you brought out your journal and placed it infront of him.

° His expression was unreadable, either about to thank you for the amazing inspiration or laugh at your cheesy words. You just wanted him to say something.

° Changbin began to smile shyly, showing you a page he just read over. That page happened to be the most recent and the one you completely forgot about. It was a draft about 10 different ways you could tell Changbin that you loved him.

° You really wanted it to be special when you would say it to him, but luck didn't seem to be on your side that day. You were at least glad that he was smiling, showing positive signs that he isn't feeling awkward or doesn't feel the same way about you.

"I love you too my adorable bean." He chuckled, pulling you into his lap as he held you close to his racing heart beat.

"I'm guessing he new comeback is going to be a love song now?" you teased, burrowing into his soft black hoodie.

Hyunjn

° Your relationship use to be a cat and mouse situation, one day you two were best friends and then the next you two were rivals.

° Your anger and frustration towards one another was simply a way to hide your true emotions. Both of you found each other attractive in and out, but were too stubborn to confess. That is until he walked into your room and pressed you up against the wall.

° Your rivalry left out the door once you started dating, the only ounce of it was left in the small playful bickering and teasing. Which happened every day of the week.

° You walked into the dressing rooms, noticing Han and Felix giggling as your presence became known. This wasn't a usual giggle of theirs, something was going on. You knew that for sure once you saw the way Hyunjin presented himself.

° A sly smirk across his lips as a couple crumpled peace of paper were in between his fingers. His steps were long and powerful, as he held his head up high while nearing you. This usually meant he found something to tease you with.

"I didn't know you liked me for five years, coming up with so many cute pet names if we ever dated." He teased, hiding his blush.

"First of all, you went through my desk without asking me. Second of all, I am whipped for you dumb dumb." You replied.

Han

° You weren't a very vocal person, having trouble expressing your thoughts and emotions through words everyday.

° That reason alone is also why people think you and Han are a perfect match. He helped you come out of your shell and be comfortable in your own skin. All of those actions sent your heart into a frenzy, finding there way into pages filled with emotion.

° Han knew about your habit of writing cute quotes on your palms and arms, or just randomly taking out your journal and starting a new page.

° He respected your privacy even if the temptation of knowing every little thought you have was very very strong, he held back and let you write in peace. However, when you dropped your journal without knowing. Han held it and the temptation took over.

° As you had a chat with Seungmin, he turned around from your eye sight and flipped through the pages. Many of them expressing how much you love him and how much he helped you without him even knowing. This effected Han immensely.

"Hannie are you crying?" you questioned, noticing the forming gloss over his sparkling chocolate orbs.

"Yeah, but it's happy tears. I just never knew how much you cared about me, and it makes me feel important." He explained.

Felix

° You cannot hide anything from this adorable koala, he knows you too well and can find anything you've hidden from him.

° You learned this the hard way when you asked him for help when forgetting where you left your journal, panicking since the last place you saw it was at Minho's. Felix knew you usually placed it near your bed and assumed it to be under the covers.

°His assumption was spot on, but you had no idea that he had found it yet. Felix took this advantage to skim through a few pages, smiling at the sight of his name in the book.

° His name was mentioned ever since the day you first met, January 7th 2017. He was written as this attractive aussie that had your knees weak, he laughed silently at the realization that you fancied him since the first day you met. He loved it.

° Felix walked out with the navy blue book tight in his grip, his ears a bright shade of red. You knew he must've read some sort of page about him, but you weren't nervous about it. It couldn't have been anything more cheesy than what you say on dates.

"I can't believe Han knew about your crush on me that entire time." Felix chuckled, shock filling his expression.

"And I can't believe you never knew how much I truly admired you." You teased back, kissing his freckle speckled cheeks.

Seungmin

° Seungmin met you at a library, you were working on a soft poem about not being able to find the right person.

° That whole meeting seemed like something right off of a romance movie or fanfiction novel. Writing about giving up on love as an amazing guy happens to cross paths with you. But both of you laugh at the whole cliché nature of your meeting.

° Seungmin loved how you wrote, taking him into the story each time. He felt so special whenever he found something referring to your relationship, feeling fuzzy inside.

° He liked to bring some of your poems on tour with him, reminding him to stay strong when being away from you. Letting him know that you'll always be there for him when he needs you, even if you are both countries away from each other.

° Felix once found his stash of poems that you wrote, he never teased him on it but would still smile excitedly at how sentimental Seungmin was becoming. Seungmin knew he was becoming cheesy and mushy, he hated yet loved it.

"Do you know how much you have effected me?" he questioned, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb.

"Or maybe you have an addiction to me, ever think of that?" you responded, smiling widely as he rolled his eyes at your words.

Jeongin

° You worked under JYP entertainment to help create songs for different groups, Jeongin noticed you during his break.

° You rarely got to work with Stray Kids since they made 99% of their own songs, but that didn't stop Jeongin from trying to get to know you. It worked in his favor, since you began to develop a living in him after two months of hang out together.

° Jeongin likes hearing certain songs you create or in the process of being created, cheering you on and telling all of his members when you created a song.

° He liked to give you the credit and appreciation you rarely get, most of the credit going towards the artist who performed the songs you created. Jeongin wanted to let you know how proud he was of you daily, even if you got shy from it.

° Whenever you showed him different samples of songs you were working on, he'd dance in his seat with a beaming smile. Even when you were tired and wanted the day to end, his admiration and addicting smile would make your mood change instantly.

"I am just worried because JYP has been pretty harsh on the past few songs." You sighed, tired and frustrated.

"He literally wrote a song about women's butts. I'm pretty sure you're more talented baby." He reassured, patting your head.