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lizthewriter · 8 months

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get him back! / theodore nott

PAIRING theodore nott x fem!reader

SUMMARY after playboy mattheo riddle dumps you for another girl, your best friend motivates you to get the best revenge - be the girl he would always want, but could never have. you take things to the extreme when theodore nott offers you a deal you can't say no to. PART 2 HERE

TAGS theodore nott x fem!reader, past!mattheo riddle x fem!reader, modern!au, university!au, ginny is your best friend, fake dating, college parties, gluna / linny, part 2?

QUOTE "yeah i pour my little heart out, / but as i'm hitting send, / i picture all the faces of my dissappointed friends, / because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do, / he said i was the only girl but that just wasn't the truth," - get him back! by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 2.2K

WRITTEN 12.15.2023

hey, mattheo, how are you? i know it's been a while but i thought i'd -

No. What the hell are you doing? You hold the backspace, watching as the words you had just typed out disappeared. This was ridiculous - you couldn't keep doing this. Ginny would be so dissappointed in you. He had cheated on you, multiple times. He had spent all his time flirting with other girls. He lied to you and then his apologies were just fancy, elaborate gifts soaked in wealth and champagne. How could you still want him, need him, so viscerally?

"What are you doing?" You threw your phone over to your bed and turned around to face Ginny with a sickeningly-sweet grin.

"What? Nothing," you responded innocently. She narrowed her eyes at you in suspicion and made her way over to your bed, picking up your phone and glancing at the screen. You had forgotten to turn it off. Shit.

"Oh come on, seriously? Riddle? That douchebag?" She asked incredulously, sending you one of her famous looks of dissappointment. You got up and snatched your phone from her hand, only to crash on your bed.

"I know, I know," you responded with whine. "And I hate him too . . . but I miss him." You snatched one of your pillows and planted your face into it. The muffled scream was still louder than it ought to be, making Ginny cringe, but still rather satisfying. You let out a huff of breath. "I don't know what to do. I want to punch him in the face but at the same time . . . I want to kiss his stupid fucking face. That piece of shit."

You stared at his picture and let out a sigh. He was so damn complicated.

Ginny snatched your phone from you yet again. "All right, here's what we're going to do. We're going to come up with a plan to make Mattheo Riddle the most jealous man on the planet and in the process, find you someone new and much better. All right?"

You groaned. The thought of it sounded exhausted, but even you had to admit that there was a certain appeal to showing up at some party he was at, dressed to the nines, and bringing home another guy all while he watched. You sat up and stared at Ginny, before hesitantly saying, ". . . Go on."

"I know darling it's upsetting, darling, but . . . you're just not my kind of girl."

The words rang out in your head as you stood before a large mansion belonging to one of the many wealthy students at your campus. Cars were parked around the enormous driveway and the music from inside was booming so loudly that your could feel your bones vibrate with the beat.

Ginny slipped her arm through yours and flashed you one of her adventurous smiles. "Cheer up - you're going to be the prettiest girl they ever did see," Ginny said mockingly, pinching your cheeks. You barked out a laugh, playfully shoving her arm away.

"You sound like some posh grandma."

"But I'm your posh grandma," Ginny responded with a pout as you two began to climb the stone steps to the completely open front door. (I mean, seriously, who leaves the door to their house open? It's like they're asking to be robbed.)

The music steadily became louder upon approach, making it almost impossible to hear your own voice as you entered. The sleek wooden floors were bathed in a variety of disco lights, an odd contrast in comparison to the lovely home that looked like it belonged to some stuffy old Oxford professor.

"Hello ladies," said a jubilant man leaning against the doorframe leading to the foyer. He looked Ginny up and down before pushing himself off the wall and approaching Ginny. "Lovely to see you again." He sent a wink Ginny's way, which she responded to with a playful roll of her eyes. You finally recognized him - he was a sports major, friends with some of her older brothers. Lee, you remembered his name was. He was a flirt - he had tried with you once, when you were with Mattheo. It didn't end so well for him.

"I'm glad to see your nose is doing better, Jordan," you spoked with a friendly smile.

He pinched it and then looked down at his hand. "Good as new, I suppose, but there's still a scar on my heart," he claimed dramatically, walking wistfully away with the expression of a lovelorn, heartbroken lead in a Victorian drama. You and Ginny giggled and delved further into the lion's den. Numerous people greeted you, but especially Ginny (she had always been the popular one). A paticular boy, Harry, had his eye on her for quite some time. You wouldn't be one to say he was unattractive - he was fairly pretty. He was a Criminal Justice major and a pretty nice guy from your understanding. But you knew Ginny wasn't interested.

When Ginny stopped walking, you did too, as your arms were intertwined. You followed her line of sight and smirked at what - well, who - she was staring at. A wistfully odd girl with pale blonde hair down to her waist and an odd sort of dress adorning her body. People gave her odd looks, whispering to their friends. Why is she here? No one likes her.

You nudged Ginny multiple times to grab her attention once more. "Hey, you can go on without me. I'll be fine."

"What? No! I'm not abandoning you, you're my best friend and -"

"Go," you insisted. "I promise, I'll be fine."

She looked rather torn, glancing between the two of you before stomping her feet and letting out a groan. "I hate you," she whined.

"I hate you too," you responded with a grin. You turned her around, your hands on her shoulders, and pushed in her in the general direction of one eccentric Luna Lovegood. "Now go! Don't worry about me, we've been planning this for days!"

"Good luck!" She shouted at you before she disappeared into the sea of people. A few moments later, after much difficultly trying to see her, you saw her chatting up the girl. All right, my turn, you thought.

You scoured the room - you wouldn't say you were the most introverted person in the world, but you definitely weren't the most outgoing either. You needed to find someone who would really pull at Mattheo's nerves, make those prominent veins pop out of his head. You wanted him to feel the anger and the pain that you felt. You wanted to get him back!

There was no one on the bottom floor that caught your eye, so you climbed the stairs to where the more . . . elegant students were. (Rich, more like.)

They weren't anymore sophisticated than the people downstairs, but there was still that air of refinement that made you feel slightly out of place. You wandered around the many rooms for a bit before you found a kitchen (they had one upstairs and downstairs?) Grabbing a drink, you wandered around some more, making friendly conversations with some of your peers. As you were talking with Neville, a very kind boy from one of your general education courses, someone in paticular caught your eye and everything clicked.

Theodore Nott. He was the son to a rather rich Italian man, the CEO of one of the most well-known designer shoe brands in Europe. His mother died rather unfortunately of illness at a young age. He's been very prominent, especially in recent years. He's been a model for his father's company, he was in the top 5% of your class, and he's - well - he's known as the most handsome boy in your year.

You definitely weren't going to deny that - he was drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes were so . . . alluring. Dark and sexy, a pool of emotions shrouded by mystery. Okay, so maybe you were going far too overboard with your description of him, but for the love of God, was he attractive.

Somehow, he could feel your gaze upon him. He had been sitting on a couch, telling a story to a tight-knit group of friends, Mattheo included you noticed, that you had taken your eyes off of him. You felt embarrassed, pretended to look around the room, and then turned your attention back towards Neville with an encouraging smile that pretended that you had been listening to him rant all along.

"Excuse me," you heard Nott say, standing up from the couch. The champagne flute in his hand was rather empty so you deduced that he was probably going to go fill it. An educated guess, but an incorrect one. He did something you never expected. He approached you.

"Longbottom, I hear Greengrass has a question about a Geo-sci class you two share. She seemed rather distressed by it. I'm sure she'd appreciate your help," Theo told Neville - you glanced at Daphne Greengrass. She looked nowhere near distressed, but Neville perked up in excitement.

"R-really?" He asked nervously, wringing his hands. He gave you a sheepish smile. "Talk to you later, I've got to go help Daphne."

"Yeah, see you later Nev," you replied. Nott looked down at you for a moment before raising his glass.

"It seems we're both in need of a refill. Care to join me?" His expression was nothing more than emotionless, except perhaps the tiniest smirk that remained upon those rose-dusted lips. You shrugged nonchalantly, only just noticing the vacancy in your glass.

"Sure, why not?"

You followed a quite Theodore Nott to the kitchen again, where he poured himself champagne from a very specialized fridge unit filled with distinguished bottles of liquor - merlot and pinot noir and all those fancy alcohols you would have assumed people like him drank. He silently offered you some by tipping the bottle towards you. You offered him your glass, which he poured a fair amount in, not too much, not too little. Just right.

"I'm suprised to see you here."

You arched a brow in response as he took a light sip from the flute resting in a delicate balance between his two fingers. Precariously, a smile dained your face. "And why is that?"

"Your Riddle's ex-girl, aren't you?"

He asked in such a way that seemed as though he didn't care much at all.

The smile from your face disappeared, replaced by something much more bitter. You shrugged, but the action was much more passive-agressive than you had intended it to be. "So what? Does that mean something to you?"

He placed the flute down, the glass clinking against the marble countertop. "Riddle and I have a . . . complicated relationship."

"You mean, your dear old daddies are both relevant, rival shoe designers?" You said it so innocently. Nott smirked at you.

"Yeah, something like that. Listen," he leaned in close to you, leaning his arms against the counter in an attempt to lower himself to your level. He was rather lanky and tall, which you supposed was good for a model, but hard for when you want to actually talk to him. "You and I both want something from him."

"And what's that, Nott?" You asked with mock curiosity, placing your chin in the palm of your hands with a tilt of your head.

"Well, let's just say you didn't come here tonight, dressed like that, in the hopes that he would fuck you," he responded, quite bluntly. Well, you supposed that sort of honesty was an inherited trait. "Everyone knows what went down between you two - he aired out your dirty laundry for all to see. No, you came back here to get revenge."

"Astute," you said with a tone of disdain. Taking a sip of your champagne, you found that it actually had a much more delightful taste than any other alcohol you had. You smacked down the glass on the countertop. "Really, Nott, thanks for that." You began to leave but Theo grabbed you by the arm.

"Wait! Just . . . listen," he said, panting slightly. His brows were scrunchdd together in frustration - he seemed genuinely distressed. The only reason you stayed was because you realized something rather odd.

You turned towards him with furrowed brows. "Is Theodore Nott . . . desperate for something?" You asked with a disbelieving scoff. At the sight of his jaw clenching, his eyes avoiding yours, you let out a shocked laugh.

"Shut it," he muttered, sending you a dark glare.

"Now that's certainly out of character," you said, slugging off his iron grip. "All right, you've got my attention. What is it?"

"My father's been trying to score one over Riddle for years. Rumor is Mattheo's father wants him to marry a good woman, someone that won't tarnish his son's so-called good reputation. And well, you . . . slipped through his fingers like sand. Stealing him from you would make my father more . . . proud."

You crinkled up your nose. "You're not proposing to me, are you? Cause the answer is no."

"No, no. I'm just asking you to date me, at least for a bit."

The sound of it seemed ridiculous, but then you thought - you were both getting something out of it. It was nothing more than a partnership, and a good one at that. Either way, you'd be pulling one over Mattheo and that would be good enough for you.

"How much is 'for a bit'?"

"Everyone." Theo had walked back into the room, you snuggled comfortably into his arms. He had tapped a fork against his glass, gathering the attention of his friends. Mattheo's jaw dropped, the hand swung around some girl you had seen around slithering it's way back to his side. "I want to introduce you to my girlfriend."

That's right, you smug snake. I win.

part two coming soon . . . <3

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inkdrinkerworld · 4 months

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My biggest girl dad and just generally dad Remus thought is his reaction to seeing his baby's accent start to show. It's so, so cute when babies' accents start to show and a baby with a welsh accent 🥺. Like maybe they're eating breakfast or something and she's just recently learned to talk and she developed the most extra British/Welsh accent and his reaction to seeing her talk that way

Ahh yes yes!!!

Neither you nor Remus have super thick accents, they’re both mild and only gets thick when you’re upset or wound up.

Your daughter, Carys, on the other hand sounds very Welsh.

You love the way she sounds, accent thick and tripping over words and with how raspy her voice sounds you and Remus love how much she speaks.

“Da’!” She screams as Remus walks into the kitchen, twisting in her high chair to kiss him even if her mouth is smeared with blueberry and porridge. “M’having ‘orridge.” Remus smiles against her cheek.

Carys only started talking maybe three months ago, but in those three months she’s spoken nonstop to you and Remus’ delight.

She tumbled over p’s and t’s but it doesn’t take away from the cuteness of it all.

“You are, did you have all your fruits?” Remus reaches for you next, kissing your forehead as you hand him a cup of tea.

“Mm, no thanks.” She says, Remus stifling a laugh as you narrow your eyes playfully at her.

“You have to have your banana Carys. S’good for your muscles.” James has made her recently obsessed with the idea of growing muscles; you and Remus tend to play into it.

Her eyes widen, a sticky hand reaching for a banana coin. “One for da’,” she sounds impossibly too much a mix of Remus and a very posh English woman. Remus accepts the sticky fruit, cringing as he watches oatmeal stuck to it.

“One for ma’,” you kiss the side of her head, watching her grab a few in her own fist and shove them into her mouth.

“Good job baby,” Remus kisses her cheek again, Carys giggling madly when you join in, blowing raspberries on her cheeks.

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josephandrewstarkey · 6 days

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request: drew is with a british reader and at the premiere of obx season 3 the cast all joke about her accent like usual during interviews

hi anon!! ty for your req i hope you like this ❥❥

accents

warnings: none

drew starkey x british reader

Y/N stood with Drew and the rest of the Outer Banks cast at the season 3 premiere, the energy of the event buzzing around them. They were all joking and laughing as they waited for their next round of photos, and, as usual, the cast couldn't resist teasing Y/N about her British accent. It had become a running joke from their first interviews together.

As they were chatting, Y/N casually mentioned, “I’m really looking forward to seeing the premiere tonight.”

The cast all give eachother a look, signaling that they’re thinking the same thing. In an instant, the cast erupted with terrible impressions of her accent.

Chase was the first to jump in. “I’m really looking forward to seeing the premiere tonight,” he mimicked, his voice way too posh and over-the-top, earning laughter from everyone.

Madison followed, her attempt no better. “I’m really lookin’ forward to seein’ the premiere,” she said, adding a dramatic hand gesture and a fake smirk.

JD couldn’t resist chiming in either. “Guys you’re doing it all wrong it’s: “I’m really looking forward to seein’ the premiere tonight,” he said laughing, dragging out the words in a way that didn’t sound remotely British.

Y/N groaned playfully, shaking her head as they all burst into laughter. “You guys are awful,” she said, fighting back a smile.

Drew grinned beside her, playing along. “Alright, alright, leave her alone, guys,” he said, his tone light but protective. “Just because she sounds better than all of you, doesn’t mean you need to make fun of her.”

“Oh, we’re just jealous,” Chase joked, nudging Drew. “You’re the one who gets to hear that accent all the time.”

Y/N laughed, used to the cast's antics by now, but Drew didn’t let it go. He kept his arm slung around her shoulders as they began walking away from the group. “They’re hopeless,” he muttered with a smile, pulling her a little closer.

She looked up at him with a smirk. “You think so?”

Drew glanced down at her, his eyes softening. “Yeah, but honestly?” He paused, leaning in just a little closer. “I love your accent. I think it’s sexy.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her heart skipping a beat at the sudden shift in his tone. “Oh, do you now?” she teased.

Drew didn’t waste a second. He stopped walking, turned to face her, and leaned down, pressing his lips gently against hers. The kiss was soft but lingered just long enough to send warmth through her. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers for a moment.

“I’m not joking,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “It’s hot.”

Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks flush. “Good to know, Starkey.”

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pradabambie · 8 months

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the roommate. rafe cameron x reader x felix catton. pt. 3

masterlist

"are you sure you like it?" you asked rafe for the fifth time, running your hands on your pink dress, trying to get rid of the few wrinkles.

"you look hot as fuck," rafe said as he planted a kiss on the crown of your head and playfully slapped your ass, earning a laugh from you.

"so, remind me again, why do you have to wear pink?" the blonde asked as he sat on the table, a blunt in his right hand, which he lit up "trying to calm the fuck down after the little stunt you pulled," he had explained.

"it's a little tradition felix and i have," you mumbled while retouching your mascara.

rafe rolled his eyes in response.

"can you try to loosen up tonight, rafey? it's important for me that the two of you get along."

you turned to look at him with your best puppy eyes, the kind rafe couldn't ever resist.

he sighed. "i promise to be on my best behavior," you smiled, "as long as he doesn’t touch you, talks to you, or looks in your direction!" he finished off with a grin.

"now let’s get out of here before i change my mind about letting you out in that tiny dress."

a couple of minutes later, you were already at the door of the pub. the scent of smoke and alcohol invaded your lungs, and the pounding music invited you in.

"there she is! over here, love!" lex called for you from the other side of the crowded room, waving his hand to get your attention.

the pet name seemed to annoy rafe, who clung to you possessively as you guided him to the table.

you introduced your boyfriend briefly to the rest of the people there, not that they paid any attention, except for a couple of your closer friends, who got up and greeted him.

felix saw an opportunity when rafe was distracted making small talk with one of your classmates.

he lowered his head to your ear, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he said, "you look fucking incredible tonight, not that i can say it out loud, but just so you know."

he winked as he stood straight again, making you look up at him since he was so goddamn tall.

"so, pink, felix? really?" rafe mocked as he pointed at the fuchsia shirt the boy was wearing, matching perfectly with your dress. "what’s that about?"

felix, catching the comment, grinned in response. "come on, mate, not everyone can rock the posh boy look like you do," he said, taking another sip of his beer.

as the night unfolded, felix and rafe engaged in a subtle competition for your attention.

if felix wanted to do shots with you while licking salt off each other's hands, rafe would get extra touchy with you on the dancefloor, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer and closer to him, so close that you could feel him.

and when rafe went into a full make-out session with you in a corner, a result of the building tension the two felt while dancing, felix got needy and wanted to take pics with you in your matching outfits. of course, he wanted rafe to take them, so he could stare right at him as he placed his hand on your waist.

he was getting to rafe, and he loved it.

eventually, you all got drunk and returned to the initial table, taking a break from the nonstop dancing and drinking.

the conversation was light between the few people left, and at one point, felix leaned in, his voice low. "you know, you and i should get matching bracelets someday. what do ya think?"

his finger traced imaginary figures in your hand.

rafe, catching wind of the conversation, shot felix a disapproving look. "she doesn't need more bracelets. she's got plenty. all bought by me."

felix chuckled, acknowledging the tension. "easy there, tiger. just a suggestion."

“i need to get some air,” rafe said to you as he got up from his seat.

“you don’t want me to come with you?” you were kinda worried felix’s banter was getting to him.

“no, baby, you’ll freeze,” he stopped you from complaining by planting a kiss on your lips, holding your face with both his hands. after that, he made his way to the outside of the bar.

you didn’t notice felix staring, and you didn’t notice when he went after rafe.

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phfenomena · 9 months

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❝you’re my best friend. ❞ || tom blyth x f!reader

request- Could you do something for Tom based off you are in love by Taylor Swift??

A/N- girl i will do that and MOREEE

| WARNINGS- eating, mentions of dying, talk of ants being inside of toms underwear

tom decided it was a brilliant idea to go on a ‘nature walk’ after wrapping up all of his promos, but it felt more like a trek up mt. everest in 100° heat to you. tom had been one of your closest friends for a little over three years. you met one december afternoon after he had moved to brooklyn. you had accidentally dumped your entire cup of coffee onto his nice white shirt, an incident he still hasn’t let you forget.

you studied the profile of tom from behind of him, the way his muscles flexed when gripping the straps of his backpack tighter, the way he stops abruptly to try and make you run into him, and the way he just looks so damn perfect. the thin and airy blanket of sunlight carefully draped over him, making him look like an angel to you. a being sent down from heaven just for you to secretly dissect with your eyes.

you pick up you pace to walk side by side with him, you always liked looking at face, anyway. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were leading me deep into the woods to murder me. why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” you joke and desperately want him to smile at you. his lips curl up and he says “i’m not going to murder you, love. but if you trip and die then that’s your fault. i had no play in that.” he throws his hands up, acting innocent.

“you wouldn’t try to catch me? like a true gentleman? i thought all british guys were gentleman.” you say feigning disappointment. he throws his back and chuckles into the sky. “if i try to catch you and we both go down then you just killed both of us for no reason. better that i live on to tell the tale of your demise.” you narrow your eyes at him and playfully push him. your shoulders brush as you’re walking and you feel like you’re on fire. no proof, one touch. but you felt enough.

“how much longer do we have? we’ve been walking for hours, my legs are about to give out from under me.” you try your hardest to channel your inner karen to truthfully sale your complaining. “we’ve been walking for twenty minutes, and if you need to i can always give you a piggy back ride.” he says with that oh-so-smug smirk, the blood rushes to your cheeks. you hang your head and laugh, trying your best to hide the way you can’t breathe.

he quickly runs ahead of you and stops, signaling for you to stop as well. “i found this place a few months ago, and i just thought you had to see it in person.” he pushes away a wall of branches that meet the tall grass, and reveals a beautiful meadow with a lake nestled in between some trees. you mouth drops as you walk forward. “oh my god, tom. it’s gorgeous.” you mutter as you carefully tread onto the meadow. “yeah, it is.” he whispers, but he’s not looking at the meadow.

he squats down and drops his backpack, pulling out a white blanket you recognized from him linen closet, and an array of snacks and drinks that you both love. you bite your lip to keep from smiling. “a picnic, tom? how sweet of you.” you say sitting down on the blanket and waving your hair out of your face. he takes a seat next to you and just looks at you. “what, do i have something on my face?” “yeah a massive spider right there.” he says and pokes your forehead causing you to fall to the side laughing.

he pulls two small plates out of his bag and hands one to you. “for you, madam.” he says as posh as possible. “why thank you, kind sir.” you reply in your worst british accent you could muster. you both giggle and load your plates up. tom talks aimlessly about what he’s auditioning for and what he thinks he’d like to do, you just nod pretending to understand what he’s talking about. you’re just proud of him for being himself. “yeah, more blond roles! we need the blond hair to make a comeback, even the tiktok girlies say so” you could barley finish your sentence without laughing, knowing how much tom hated the blond.

“or maybe another cowboy thing, i really liked that one.” you shyly admit, averting your eyes back to the beautiful scenery. “why did you like it so much? you’re like obsessed with ‘billy the kid’.” he says laughing and popping another grape into his mouth. you hum and bring your gaze back to him. “no reason, i just love cowboys. you were really working it, don’t get me wrong. but daniel as jesse was just-“ you finish your sentence with a chefs kiss and a giggle. “i’m totally telling him you said that.” your hands cover your face “don’t you dare! he has a girlfriend! he just looks really good as an evil cowboy.” your smile is plastered across your face so hard your cheeks hurt. tom mirrors your expression.

you two sit in comfortable silence just listening to the birds sing their ballads, and the way the wind makes the trees play their own melody. you’ve never felt happier and tom just looks so content. you can hear it in the silence.

as you two, finally, round the corner back to your car you throw your hands up. “freedom at last! no more walking for me!” you squeal and run towards your car, waiting for tom to unlock it. “you know, you could just get your own car instead of using mine whenever you can’t take your bike somewhere.” he laughs while he’s putting away the remnants of your meal in the backseat. “why would i need to buy my own car when i have you? plus you love my bike.” he points out as he’s settling into the drivers seat. the setting sun has reached the horizon, and darkness is taking over the beautiful forest you were just in. you nod as you’re connecting your phone to the bluetooth and shuffle taylor swift for the hour car ride home.

the warm car and toms soft humming pushes you into a calm and tired state. a small smile still glued to your face. you just feel so warm and relaxed, it’s how you always feel with tom. you close your eyes and begin to drift off. tom looks at your empty hand resting on the middle console, and slides his own over yours. your heart beats faster than you can count but you still feign sleep. you can feel it on the way home.

after pretending to be woke up by tom you both head inside of his apartment and drop your bags by the door. you kick your shoes off and collapse onto his couch, groaning. “never make me go on a hike with you again, my entire body hurts.” you complain before he laughs and sits down next to you. “i’m sure you’ll survive. i also have atleast three more planned but i’ll let you recover.” he pats your back and plays a random show, but it acts more like background noise.

“fuck, i have to get home it’s already so late.” you tiredly stand up and stretch, tom puts a hand on your back and whispers “why don’t you just stay the night? it’s too late to driving and you’re tired.” you weigh the choices in your head and you know logically it’s safer to just stay. you nod and sit back down, pulling the blanket that previously draped over both of you back to its original spot. “sounds fine to me, your couch feels like clouds anyway.” tom nervously taps his fingers against his knee and mutters out- “we can sleep in my bed, if you want. you don’t have to, i just thought it’d be more comfortable. it’s a rather small couch.” you’re almost too tired to not freak out over the thought of being in a bed with tom. key word- almost.

your eyes are wide and your face is hot. you manage to stutter out a “yeah, that’s cool.” he smiles and goes to grab extra blankets for the bed, after he turns the corner you cover your face and kick your feet like a schoolgirl. he’s turns the corner right after you calm down and holds out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for you. “i’m gonna go get changed, i think a colony of ants found home in my underwear from our picnic.” you almost wheeze at his comment and throw your head back. “lucky ants, they are.” you yell after he closes his bedroom door.

you settle into his bed and notice how everything smells like him. you’re not going to sleep a wink tonight. he turns his main lamp off and the room is dimly lit by a small night light plugged into the wall. he’s clad in just a tank top and boxers. you felt that you died a little bit on the inside after seeing him, and more of your died at the thought of laying next to him. he offers a small goodnight and rolls over so his back is facing you. you stare at his ceiling and try to fight the massive shit-eating grin that wants to come out.

you laid there for twenty minutes listening to his breathing before he turns over and faces you, still awake. “you’re my best friend, you know? i’ve never loved being around someone more. jus’ make everything feel so easy.” he whispers into the night, and you knew what it was. he is in love. you turn on your side to face him and smile wide. “thank you, tom. i’d say you’re my best friend as well but i don’t think rachel would like that, but just between us. you’re my best friend, and there’s no one else i’d follow blindly into the woods.” you whisper back, all nerves being forgotten. you can barley see his smiling face in the light, but it warms your heart. you stare into his eyes, wanting to flip back over and ignore the tension you feel. his eyes dart between your lips and your eyes, as if silently asking for permission.

you lightly nod and he sits up slightly and meshes your lips together. it was short and sweet and it leaves you feeling giddy. you grab the back of his neck and pull him back in, pouring your heart out into the kiss. he falls towards you, laying on top of you. he pulls away and cups the side of your face with his hand. you both snap out of the spell you were in and start laughing, hysterically. “i’ve been in love with you since i like met you, tom! daniel’s not the reason i love watching ‘billy the kid’ so much, i love it because you look so fucking good in it.” you confess, still laughing.

his head hangs into the crook of your neck as he laughs. “i know! i’ve been desperately in love with you as well, rachel and josh have been hyping me up for months to do that. they’re gonna be so proud of us.” you laugh with him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“we’re so stupid. i should’ve just made a move the first day i met you.” you say just above a whisper. “when you spilled your coffee all over me then tried to wipe it off with napkins?” you shove him off and turn your back to him.

“stop bringing that up!” “you brought it up first!”

#billy the kid x reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth x you #tom blyth fluff #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #william bonney smut #william bonney fluff #william bonney x reader #william bonney #tom blyth x reader fluff

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noirgl0w · 7 months

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Rafe x Sleepy!pogue!reader

They are in Reader's cabin, she lives in a cabin facing the sea, both sitting on the porch while watching the sunset, they have been at the beach all day since she wanted to go pick up seashells and take a walk on the beach.

Rafe is sitting on Reader's old, narrow couch on the porch, she sitting on his lap. She has spent long minutes with her head hidden in the crook of Rafe's neck, playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck or his bangs. He, for his part, is watching the sunset, his thumb tracing patterns on Reader's upper thigh, a half-smoked cigarette on his lips.

She raises her head for a few seconds to see her boy's profile, and he watches her from the corner of his eye. "What are you doing?"

She shrugs, snuggling further into his chest and beginning to leave wet kisses on his neck. "Rafey, will you stay with me tonight?"

He exhales a large amount of smoke through his mouth, turning his gaze forward again and letting his head fall back, giving her more access to his neck.

"I do not know, babe." He murmured. "Won't your father be home? I don't want to get you into trouble with him."

"He's fixing the engine of... Some posh kook's yacht." She muttered, shrugging again.

He could see her eyes drooping from exhaustion, the summer storms had not let her sleep in the cabin, everything was echoing loudly and there were leaks everywhere.

Today, for the first time all week, she was going to be able to sleep in peace, without storms. "Please, I don't want to sleep alone."

"But no snoring." Rafe murmured, and Reader playfully slapped him on the arm.

"I do not snore!"

Rafe grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her into the air. Reader quickly wrapped her arms around Rafe and let him carry her to her room, although he bumped into one of the green beer bottles that were hanging from the ceiling and used as lamps.

Which caused Reader to widen her eyes with surprise on her features. "Rafe! You're going to break it! Do you have any idea how much that costs?"

"Literally three dollars princess, it's not like your family is going to go bankrupt." Sarcasm was clear in his tone of voice while he dropped Reader, who was already wearinga her sleeping outfit (a extremely long t-shirt, which was her father's, and only her panties underneath) and he took off his clothes.

"That's almost 3.5% of my weekly salary!" She complained.

And he lay down on the bed, falling on top of Reader and trapping her under his weight, he hugged her and held her to his chest. "I told you that you could stop working and I would pay for everything, but you're a little stubborn, so you have no right to complain."

Reader rolled his eyes, still she started kissing Rafe's cheeks, another time she would have complained, but she was too sleepy. "Good night, Rafey."

"Good night princess."

#soft rafe cameron #rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron soft #obx #outer banks #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe x reader #outer banks imagines

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princessconsuela120 · 8 months

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✰ PATCHING UP ✰

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Summary: after a run in with the poachers, Sebastian patches up all your wounds.

Warnings: mentions of blood, light cursing, fluff

Author’s Note: you already know Sebastian is gonna be here a lot. Enjoy guys!

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“HOLD STILL NOW.” Sebastian said softly, one hand holding the side of your face while the other lightly dabbed at an open cut that took up your cheek. You had been out on another adventure after hearing of a group of poachers nearby. They had taken a baby niffler and were posting posters around town for ransom. You couldn’t let them kill the poor thing. So of course you stormed the camp. One thing led to another, and here you were again, sitting across from your boyfriend, snapping at him every few seconds the disinfectant would stink your wound. This happened so often in fact, Sebastian kept a first aid kit in the room of requirements, seeing as the injuries you gave yourself were too deep to cure with magic not done by a healer.

“It’d be easier to hold still if you weren’t digging that tissue into my skin.” You snapped, gritting your teeth at the stink in your cheek. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I’m not even touching you with the towel anymore, I just sprayed you with the disinfectant your mum sent you.” He explained, making you groan, squeezing into his arm as you tried to suppress the burn that came when he sprayed the bottle again.

“Ugh, we’ll, it hurts like a bugger, you must be doing something wrong.”

He sighed, taking a moment to frown at you.

“Take a deep breath, yeah? You’re probably just still reeling from the fight.” He said, making you listen to his instruction. He sighed, moving to the other side of your face to see your eye bloodshot and red, a large purple mark right below it. “Merlin’s beard y/n, you’d think you’d learn your lesson with magic.” He lectured, gently brushing his fingers against your bruised skin before turning back to the first aid kit.

“I have, mostly at least. The gash under my cheek was when I decided to start fighting with fists. Show those damned poachers who’s boss.” You mimicked a punch with your hands, causing Sebastian to scoff as he pulled out another cloth.

“It looks like they showed you, actually.” He teased, making you shove him playfully as he chuckled.

“Oh posh. They were wearing giant rings on their fingers. Cheating pricks.” You rolled your eyes. “I would’ve had them though.”

“Oh I’m sure you would have.” Sebastian mumbled, not able to hold back his smile as you described the fight with excitement. He wasn’t happy you got in a fight, not at all. But he couldn’t help but smile whenever you got excited over things like this. He couldn’t lie, he would always be proud of his girl.

“Are you almost finished?” You whined, making him chuckle at your childish response.

“Not even close. But I suppose I can patch up majority of the rest rather quickly if you’re in a hurry?”

“Only slightly. I wanted to show Rocky his new home.” You replied with a shrug, causing Sebastian to raise an eyebrow at you, pulling away from your face after smoothing out the bandage that he put on your cheek.

“Rocky?”

“The niffler I saved. You didn’t think this fight was for no reason did you?” He scoffed.

“Well, you do enjoy charging poacher camps for new cloaks, so I wouldn't be entirely surprised.” He teased, though you chose to ignore his comment.

“He’s the cutest thing you ever saw.” You gawked, pulling out the nab sack you had brought with you on your journey. You opened the bag, alleging the small light purple baby niffler to leap from the confinements of the bag. He seemed to quickly make his way into one of your vivariums, Sebastian watching as you swooned for the baby the whole time.

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” You asked, turning to him excitedly.

“I don’t know, I think you’re cuter.” He flirted, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What a cheeky boy you are, Sallow.” You said with a smirk. He chuckled.

“What? It’s true.”

He grabbed your hand carefully, not wanting to mess up the bandages he had wrapped around your bruised knuckles, and led you back to the chair where he was patching you up.

“I’m sure it is. Now hurry up and finish so I can feed Rocky.” You whimpered loudly, pulling your face away from him as he dabbed a wet cloth on your lip. “Bloody hell!” You shouted, causing him to frown.

“Sorry.”

“Merlin’s, fuck that hurt.” You grumbled, carefully touching your lip before meeting his eyes. He pouted at you, grabbing your hands and kissing them gently, in an attempt to apologize.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll make sure to kiss it better when I’m done.” He smirked, once again causing you to scoff. You threw one of the cloths at his face as he laughed loudly.

“Oh shut it you arse.” You teased, now laughing as you smiled happily at Sebastian.

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy

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goayda · 28 days

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What if… Ed had asked Izzy to go with them to the fancy party?

Izzy is glaring and grumbling while he does the ribbons on Ed’s beard for the party and Ed asks him to come with him and he pouts and makes big puppy eyes until Izzy eventually caves in. It doesn’t take much effort on Ed’s part, really, because secretly Izzy thinks it’s a good idea since that way he can keep him safe if things get nasty somehow, unlikely as it sounds.

So Izzy ends up wearing a stupid posh outfit and everything (he refuses laces and frills, but the thing he is wearing still has too many golden buttons, it’s ridiculous) and goes to the fancy party and oh, boy, refraining from stabbing those idiots is the hardest thing he has done in his life, but Edward is having a great time so he clenches his jaw and glares from a corner in silence.

And later, when Ed is angry and ready to kill those arseholes himself, Izzy is by his side in an instant, swiftly taking out a knife he has hidden under the many layers of stupidly fine fabric, because how dare those pathetic fucking idiots! Ed was having such a great time! In fact it has been a very long time since Izzy has seen Ed so happy, but he doesn’t want to dwell on that, he simply wants to kill those twats that have made fun of the great Blackbeard!

But then Bonnet stops them and does something… incredible. He effortlessly manages to make those posh idiots pay for being nasty to Edward and they set their own ship on fire themselves and while they are going back to the Revenge, the ship full of posh idiots burning slowly at their back, Izzy sees Bonnet in a different light. Maybe he is not such a useless twat, he thinks. Who would have thought?

“I’m sorry, I hope it wasn’t too bad,” Bonnet says then with an apologetic smile. “I never really enjoyed much those parties myself when I was back home…”

“Nah, mate, it was fun,” Ed says, smiling at him.

“Well, I didn’t enjoy it at first, but it got better by the end,” Izzy replies with a smirk.

And Ed sporfles loudly and puts one arm around Izzy’s shoulders and the other around Bonnet’s and squeezes both of them playfully.

“I’m sure the next one will be even better!” Ed says, smiling broadly.

Izzy groans loudly, but when he glances to the side he sees Bonnet smiling at them and thinks that maybe it won’t be that bad. If they can keep burning their fancy ships at the end of the party, it might even be tolerable.

(Bonnet promises Izzy to find him another outfit without laces or frills for the next party and Izzy can’t understand why he would need a new one, but when he says so Bonnet looks shocked and stutters “You-you want to wear the same outfit?! *gasp*)

(They spend quite some time arguing about the ‘crime’ of repeating outfits in posh parties and/or the ‘ridiculousness of the fucking idea’ and Ed just leans back and looks at them, having a great time.)

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #steddyhands #and of course there is no duel #because Stede and Izzy are too busy playfully bickering about everything #and Ed's having a great time just watching them #until Lucius can't hold it any longer and yells 'Kiss already!'#and Ed goes 👀👀👀 that's a great idea #we should try that

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light-yaers · 9 months

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Take Care: Chapter Twelve

Fic Masterpost | AO3 | Chapter List

Warnings: swearing, eventual smut, emotional themes.

A/N: sorry this took so long. but it's here now. HAPPY CHRISTMAS BITCHES!

Word Count: 10k+

Chapter Twelve:

“Darling!” Rebecca called as you and Roy approached the restaurant. She stood outside next to a shorter man (obviously), who could only be John Wingsnight.

Roy stayed back as you sped forward, stretching out your arms for an embrace until you and Rebecca finally met in the middle. “Why does Roy look more pissed off than usual?” Rebecca whispered in your ear quickly, as the men shook hands beside you awkwardly.

“Don’t ask,” you whispered back, but she only squeezed you harder in response. “I’ll tell you later,” you added painfully.

“Fine,” she muttered quickly, before the two of you finally parted. She put on a stellar smile. “Shall we head inside?” You nodded, and the four of you entered the restaurant together.

John reached the table first, and slid a chair out for Rebecca. She took it graciously, before he turned to look at you. “It’s so nice to finally meet some of Rebecca’s good friends,” he said. He sounded posh– Richmond posh. You smiled as nicely as you could, but Roy’s presence close behind you was practically burning a hole through your skin.

You went to grab a seat opposite Rebecca, but was abruptly cut off by Roy. He reached out his arm and slid out the chair before you could. You hit his eye as he waited for you to sit down, and when you did, you felt so overexposed that you could hardly stand it.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, as Roy tucked you in safely. He growled gently in response, and the four of you settled in for a long fucking night.

As soon as you could, drinks were ordered in excess. Small talk ensued, but it was made up mostly of Rebecca whittling on about your past placement at the club, and all of the drama that happened during your year there. Next to you, Roy stayed silent unless spoken to. It was clear he wasn’t thrilled about this, but even more so after the ordeal on the drive over.

Truth be told, as much as you’d been looking forward to this evening, you wanted nothing more than to pack it in and be alone with Roy. You needed to address so much, and talk honestly for once in your fucking lives. That was only made more difficult when John piped in with new questions. As soon as she could, Rebecca brought up your article from the Independent.

“Oh, fantastic!” John exclaimed in response. “I read that article, by the way– the one about you, Roy.” Roy tried and failed to look enthusiastic, as John turned to you. “Brilliantly written, you absolutely deserved to win.”

You smiled. “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”

“So, is that how this happened?” John asked, pointing at you and Roy playfully.

You and Roy turned to each other at the same time. Both of you looked like deers in headlights, as the entire point of your double-date lie was finally put to the test.

“Yes,” you said quickly. “Yes, exactly.” Stupidly, idiotically, you’d never fucking thought about what story you’d have to explain; the story of how you started dating. Roy looked too relaxed for your liking, so you decided to involve him. “Isn’t that right, Roy?”

Roy shot daggers at you immediately, but they were only perceived by you. He recomposed himself as he turned to Rebecca and John, but before a single word left his mouth, his hand found yours upon the table top. You inhaled deeply as his fingers wrapped around your own.

“She bugged me so much about the fucking article that it was inevitable,” he said lowly. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

John laughed heartily, raising his glass at Roy happily. Rebecca choked on her starter. You’d momentarily stopped thinking as soon as Roy’s hand had touched yours, and had now gone temporarily blind from him calling you babe.

Roy squeezed your hand gently, and your senses refreshed like lightning. “Y-yes,” you stuttered quickly. “Totally inevitable.”

“Well, how delightful,” John said sweetly, before he turned towards Rebecca. “Rebecca speaks very highly of you, I’ve found.”

“I’d bloody hope so,” you let out, getting rid of some of your pent up anxiety. Rebecca laughed, fully recovered from her choking fit. Roy’s fingers were still latched over yours, and you found yourself not hating it after the initial shock.

“And you, Roy!” John continued. “Congrats on the pundit gig, by the way.”

“John is a big football fan,” Rebecca said, and John nodded enthusiastically.

“Here we fucking go,” Roy growled under his breath. You rearranged your fingers quickly, so that you could squeeze his hand reassuringly. He turned to you gently, flicking his eyes over your encouraging face.

You knew this entire night was out of his comfort zone, including the whole fake dating ordeal on top. Getting Roy out to dinner like this was hard enough as it was, but adding this play-pretend must have had him reeling. It was tough for you, as well, especially after your almost confession in the car beforehand. All the two of you had to do was hold on for dear life for another few hours, and then it’d be over.

“It was a massive coincidence, actually,” you piped up suddenly, turning back to John and Rebecca. “I’d had this small nagging voice in my head that kept saying how good a pundit Roy could be, enough for me to annoy him over text, even. Then, a few weeks later, he was on the telly! It was weird, honestly.”

“That wasn’t a fucking coincidence,” Roy said sternly. “I’d had those Sky producers down my throat for a month, but only bothered to reply after you mentioned what a good idea it was.”

You squinted at him, shocked. “What?”

“I became a pundit because of you.”

Rebecca’s mouth upturned into a sly smile. John caught her eye in confusion, but still looked happy to simply be there– probably because he was in Roy’s presence. You struggled to find the right words to say, as your mind catapulted all your thoughts to ricochet off your skull.

The only word you could physically get out was “Oh.” Your wide eyed stare stayed on Roy for a few seconds more, until you quickly looked at the table, trying to compute what you’d just been told. “Right.” You added.

“You were right, too,” Rebecca said gently, and you caught her eye. “Roy does make a rather entertaining pundit.”

“And that’s an understatement,” John added, cheesing from ear to ear.

“Yes, he does,” you said, agreeing with Rebecca, but still hesitating over your muddled thoughts. “Will you excuse me for a moment? That wine has gone to my head,” you let out, alongside a breathy laugh to break the tension.

Roy fingers separated from yours, and as you walked to the bathroom, you felt utterly alone. Maybe it was the lack of his touch, just in those initial seconds after having it. Maybe it was the realisation that once again he’d done something that you’d suggested, just for you. There was no reason for you to get mad about it. Being a pundit was more than the article; it was more public, more personal, more professional. He wouldn’t have done it all unless he’d accepted it himself, and that was the truth of it.

Still, hearing that you’d been his reason for going ahead with the gig was warming. As you looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your eyes were glassy. Your cheeks felt hot, and it wasn’t just from the wine. Your fingers were clammy, not only from your nerves, but from having someone hold them so tightly for the last ten minutes– all of these factors added up to be caused by one man only; Roy fucking Kent.

He was so different to you. So stubborn, so grumpy, so unapproachable, yet it had been so easy for you to cut through his layer of steel and get to the other side of his personality. Gentle, caring, and so unapologetically honest that you could hardly believe it. From the way Keeley and Rebecca– even the fucking football team, too– had reacted when Roy had steadily started opening up to you, you knew this wasn’t an ordinary occurrance. They knew him from a day to day perspective, whereas your knowing had transcended the walls of the Dogtrack after only a few months around each other.

Innately, a switch flicked on in your brain. It’d been over a year of this dynamic. Even including those three months of silence, you’d still thought of each other on a daily basis. Something had to give, and that something was you. This was your opportunity to make yourself abundantly clear– this stupid, idiotic fake dating situation. This was the trial shift, and you just had to show up.

You washed your hands quickly, and as you did it cemented this shift within you. As you opened the door to the bathroom and emerged back into the restaurant, you held your head high. You walked in your heels like you’d been walking in them your entire life, and when you saw the back of Roy’s head, your heart swelled.

As sat back down at the table, and impulsively leaned into Roy. He sensed you, and changed his posture to accommodate your own. “Sorry about that,” you said, laughing at yourself slightly. “It’s not often that I drink wine anymore.”

“Get a different drink if you want, darling,” Rebecca said.

“I think I will,” you agreed, before you took the plunge. Gently, you leaned into Roy, clinging onto his bicep softly. “When the waitress comes around again can you grab her for me, please?” you asked.

Roy tensed slightly beneath your touch, but you could feel him relax as he peered into your eyes. “Alright,” he said lowly. “Beer?” he asked.

You nodded with a smile. It was sweet that he knew exactly what you wanted.

Your main courses were uneventful, but tense. You ate in happy splendour, chatting about whatever— you wouldn’t be able to recount the conversation in any state, purely because you were hyper aware of Roy next to you the entire time. Rebecca’s side-eye stares tickled your bare skin. John’s obliviousness kept you grounded.

It was funny, wasn’t it? The moment that you and Roy had permission to fully jump, to indulge, you found yourselves in a situation where touching the other felt incredibly odd. As much as this entire situation was exciting for both of you, you found yourself focusing on the fact this was all fake– the relationship, the meal, and… the first time you allowed yourself to feel.

Every hand touch and shoulder bump was being watched clearly. Was it all real if this double date was a lie? Was it all real even if you and Roy weren’t actually together?

“Darling,” Rebecca said softly, and you almost jumped out of your skin when you came back to reality. You’d utterly zoned out to the point where you hadn’t even noticed your dessert was already in front of you. “Are you alright?” she whispered across the table.

You swallowed uncomfortably. “Yes,” you said quickly, before picking up your fork. “Sorry.”

“So,” John started, chewing on a mouthful of praline. “Pluto Press, right?”

Your eyes widened, your heart plummeted into your stomach. You’d been avoiding talking about your job with anyone for the past few months. You swallowed, and put on a smile in panic. “That’s the one,” you said, but the awkwardness practically seeped out of you.

“What’s it like in publishing? I’ve always been curious,” John asked, leaning in slightly, so that you couldn’t fucking escape.

“It’s… well, it’s…” You were hyper aware of Rebecca sitting opposite you, and Roy sat to your left. You felt the ex-football Captain stiffen next to you. Concern pooled between you, and he shifted himself to face you more so, curiosity prevalent on his brow.

You looked up at him, lost for words. Innately, you let yourself crumble. Perhaps it was time to tell them that you had your reservations about work. You sucked in a breath. “At first, it was a dream,” you said, turning to John with a faint smile. “I suppose it always is when it comes to the job you’ve wanted since you were a kid.” You turned to Roy again, meeting his eye. “Right?” you whispered.

Roy nodded gently before you. He had football on his mind, no doubt. You could see it in his gaze, you could sense him envisioning the green of the Dogtrack.

“A few months down the line, though…” you started, and gently turned to Rebecca. She was looking at you with a signature arched eyebrow, waiting for you to spill your guts. “It’s been… different, I suppose.”

“Different?” Rebecca questioned.

Roy twisted towards you even more. “Different how?”

Different, as in, I fucking hate it. That’s what you wanted to say, but saying that to the two people who gave you the opportunity to have the position? Hell fucking no.

You opened your mouth, trying to decide upon what words to use, but you never got the chance to say them. A woman sidled up to Roy and threw you all from your conversation. Rebecca’s stare snapped upon her like a lethal panther. Roy perked a brow up at her, a subtly seething look on his face.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she said, and her Chelsea or Kensington accent was the first thing you noticed. “I just had to come over or I’d hate myself for it. You’re Roy Kent, aren’t you?” She was beautiful in a way that reminded you of the girls who used to bully you in school– in your mind, this was exactly what some of them would have grown up to look like. Blonde, big-boobed, high-fashioned, rich.

Your face dropped immediately, overcome by a feeling you’d never actually experienced before. Your chest felt tight, your fists balled in your lap, your shoulders squared off defensively. You turned to Rebecca, and the frown on her face only added to the grim feeling you held inside.

Roy growled at the woman in response, not just as confirmation, but definitely from annoyance. Who the hell interrupted someone during dinner? At a fucking restaurant?

She ignored his hostility, instead opting to jump up and down abruptly. “Oh! I knew it. My father and brother love you, especially from your Chelsea days. Can I…” she said. As she did, she leant in even closer, bridging the gap between her and Roy, until he was forced to look up at an almost ninety degree angle. “Can I get a photo?”

Your stomach dropped at the shift in her tone of voice. She was flirting. Suddenly, the feeling inside you made perfect fucking sense–

Jealousy. You were jealous.

Rebecca went to protest first, but you beat her to it. You leaned forward, and wrapped your fingers around Roy’s bicep defensively. “Excuse me,” you said strongly. “We’re in the middle of a meal, and you’re very much interrupting us.”

Roy’s muscles relaxed beneath your grip, and you only took that as a sign to hold your ground. The woman before you was taken aback, obviously not used to mere commoners having a pop at her about her wrong behaviour. She let out a nervous laugh, tilting back slightly as she peered down at you from above. Instinctively, you caught her eye and glared– glared for your damn life.

“Uh.” The noise burst from her lips like a breath she hadn’t meant to exhale. Like a crack in her exterior. “I’m sorry– what are you supposed to be?”

You saw red, and stood impulsively. You’d never wanted to throw a punch more in your life, nor had you ever had the desire to do so in front of a restaurant full of people, but something entirely new had come over you– and Roy was at the centre of it.

You pointed at her as soon as you were at her eye level, leaning over Roy beneath you. “Listen here, you little–”

“Alright!” Roy burst from beneath you, putting himself between you and the blonde. His arm twisted behind him and found your waist easily. He pulled you into his back, erecting himself as a literal human shield, in every sense. “That’s fucking enough of that,” he muttered, looking the blonde in the eyes.

Suddenly, she switched back to something more honeyed. She puffed her chest out, showing off her cleavage even more so, and batted her mink eyelashes at Roy above her. He bought none of it, of course. It was Roy, and he could always see the bad in people. Mostly, it was a hindrance, but sometimes… It worked.

“I’ll give you a photo to fuck off,” he said candidly.

You scowled behind Roy, trying to adjust yourself to the point where you weren’t utterly flush against the wool of his jumper. The blonde made a guttural noise of offence, however, which definitely pleased you somewhere deep inside.

“God, don’t fucking bother then,” she squeaked at Roy. You thought that was the end of it, until more drivel fell from her lips. “You need to keep your dog on a leash.”

You froze, but not from what she’d just said. You froze, because Roy’s blood immediately turned to ice. You felt the muscles in his back contracting, trying and failing to shut down his inevitable jump to anger. You could imagine the robotic expression on his face, the sharpness of his jaw, the straightness of his eyebrows.

This was Roy Kent when he was too angry to function. This was Roy Kent from the fucking football pitch.

Your gut lurched when his grip on your waist loosened, and you knew you had to intervene. Quickly, you slipped beneath Roy’s arm and shoved yourself between him and the blonde. You leaned back against Roy’s chest forcefully, and to no surprise he’d planted himself to the ground like a fucking tree. The blonde crossed her arms, shooting you with a shitty looking smirk that was supposed to make you feel hard done by, but you actually didn’t care.

You just wanted her to leave Roy alone.

“I think it’s time for you to leave now,” you said calmly. “Before you embarrass yourself even more.” You softened your expression, but not by much. The blonde faltered subtly, dropping her arms to her sides as she became self-conscious of how many stares in her direction littered the restaurant.

“I was going already,” she said, flustered, but not before she caught Roy’s eye again. “You footballers are always too fucking complicated.”

You and Roy watched her clip away in her heels, muttering to herself the entire way back to her table. A tense silence filtered across the restaurant, until all of a sudden, the hubbub came back. People went back to their meals, your heart settled in your chest, and Roy– his hand found yours instantly. You turned back to the table, shivering with every swipe he gave your knuckles, and caught Rebecca’s eye.

You’d almost forgot her and John were still fucking here.

Rebecca cleared her throat. “Shall we get the bill?”

John kissed Rebecca goodbye, but not after shaking Roy’s hand and holding onto his wrist for just a moment too long. You let out a pent up breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, as your party of four decreased to three. Rebecca turned back to you and Roy with an expectant face.

“So?” she said, eyes gleaming.

You hunched your shoulders up to your ears and smiled awkwardly. “He’s… nice!” you said, and for once you couldn’t find any other word to describe someone, but you tried your best. “He’s personable, and financially stable…” you trailed off.

“But?” Rebecca asked, sensing some trepidation.

“Well,” you started, turning to Roy for back-up.

He let out a sigh, growling subtly. “He’s fine!” he exclaimed. “And fine is good, fine is safe, but I guess it all comes down to why the fuck someone like that deserves you.” He said strongly. “You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’ve been been struck by fucking lightning.”

Rebecca and your speechlessness was apparent, as the two of you glued your eyes onto Roy. You could feel him buzzing next to you, and heat radiated off him in waves.

“Don’t you dare settle for fine, just because it’s easy.” Roy scrunched his face passionately, before clocking eyes with you next to him. His face softened, and his expression resorted back to something more unbothered. “Or do,” he backtracked. “Do whatever you want.”

He shrugged, and you scoffed abruptly, bringing a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from chuckling more. Rebecca was taken aback. She had this golden look on her face that you could relate to heavily. You’d had that look a thousand times before, when Roy had done something to completely subvert your expectations. He was right, though, as much as Rebecca probably wanted to object. He was right, and you were glad that he’d said it the way it should be.

The sound of Rebecca’s heels disappeared into the distance, as you and Roy walked back along the river. It was cold. The temperature had dropped profusely as November set in, and you could see your breath every time you managed to exhale. That was just it– breathing around Roy tonight had become some sort of manual chore, alongside every other normal function that you could usually do in a heartbeat.

Unsaid words flickered between the two of you as you continued strolling; past Roy’s Jeep, further down river, until you reached the small side streets around Richmond Green. It was a comfortable silence, but far from a calm one. You and Roy had thoughts so loud that it was a miracle you couldn’t decipher the chatter in each other’s brains.

Thinking back to the car ride, the stares, the feeling in your gut, all of it– you knew something had to be said. But, you simply didn’t know how to put it all into words. Perhaps Roy was suffering the same, as his mouth stayed glued shut.

Approaching the other side of the green, your eyes settled on the Crown and Anchor. Ted and Beard’s stomping ground was lively, and you slowed down to peer through the windows. Twinkling lights rounded each frame, shining onto the people inside. Beers were half drunk, locals chattered and chortled, and Mae stood in her rightful place behind the bar.

You smiled. “I wonder if Ted and Beard are in.” Your heart felt warm.

“Ted lives just up there,” Roy said, pointing to a side street beyond the pub. “He made me tea, at the end of last season.”

“Hm,” you said. “That was before the last game, wasn’t it?”

Roy nodded next to you slowly. “Stopped the twat from getting hit by a cab. He’d had one too many pints.”

You let out a gentle breath, smiling as you pictured the scene. Neither of you made an attempt to walk inside, or further down the road. You simply stayed glued to your spots, and you thought you knew why. This was nice. Stood beside one another, recovering from that tension you’d both had at the restaurant. But– this was safe. You were both avoiding addressing what you truly wanted to;

What would come of this?

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling that you had to pull off the bandaid. “Listen…” You turned to face him. “Roy–”

“Don’t,” he said quickly, lowly. “I know what you’re gonna say.”

You swallowed away your words. “Okay.”

Roy’s chest expanded as he sucked in as much air as he possibly could, and let it all out of his nose. He smiled. “I like this,” he croaked. “I like things the way they are.” Your heart sunk ever so slightly, but you were thankful he wasn’t yet finished, so you didn’t have to speak. “I like you and me hanging out, and talking football, and just– I don’t fucking know– this.”

You didn’t understand him fully, and you had a feeling that Roy didn’t understand himself either. Neither of you knew what you wanted precisely, and that was easy to see.

Panic set in on Roy’s face. “I don’t know how to explain it. I just– I just fucking–” You stopped him by placing a gentle hand on his chest.

You attempted to rationalise what he was saying. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe keeping things like this, platonic, friendly, whatever the fuck word you could use, was for the best. It was just like that blonde girl back at the restaurant had said; footballers were complicated, and you didn’t like complicated, even if it was with Roy.

“I do, too,” you said, reassuring him. “Like this, I mean. I like this, too.” You smiled, but it felt sad.

Roy exhaled softly, finally landing on words you could both understand. “I fuck things up, sometimes,” he said lowly. “I don’t want to fuck up things with you.”

An abundance of thoughts trickled from the deep crevices of your brain. Ones that wanted to yell at Roy to let himself be happy, to let himself do things that he wanted, to not hold himself back. The look on his face showed you just how hard he’d thought about it all. It was the same look that had graced his face for most of the meal– he’d been thinking about this conversation all night.

You had, too. You’d adopted the psyche of someone who knew that she wanted this. Him. And you’d thought that Roy had wanted the same thing, too, considering the immense build up you’d both experienced. You were certain you hadn’t imagined it, certain that he was ready to give in alongside you, but evidently…

You’d been wrong.

And being wrong was okay, especially when your relationship with Roy was on the line.

You shrugged away the question in your brain of how a fake date, that lasted less than three hours, had utterly changed his mind after months. You bit away the urge to ask him why. Roy’s thoughts weren’t yours to divulge; they were his, and he’d made up his mind. That was something you had to take with grace.

“Okay,” you whispered. It hurt to say, it hurt to accept, but you weren’t about to become someone that got angry when someone you liked denied you. You took a small step back, and smiled in an attempt to hide how gutted you felt. “Okay, Roy,” you said, stronger this time. It cemented it all.

It was done, and you had to be okay with it, or risk losing him altogether.

As the end of November hit, Roy became used to his routine. He’d film Soccer Saturday four days a week live, and one day a week for pre recorded segments that were played during highlights. He got up at seven in the morning, sharp, sometimes going for a run when it wasn’t too blisteringly cold, but those mornings had been few and far between as temperatures hit zero. Winter hadn’t yet arrived, but it bloody felt like it.

He’d have a coffee, and don his suit, before jumping his Jeep to the studio. On the way, a mere two minutes into his drive, he’d pass your flat. It was customary for him to glance to the left as he passed, always, but the thoughts that hit him alongside were something he wished would stop.

That look on your face, the one from that night– it haunted him. You haunted him.

Through every fault of his own, he was grief stricken. If you’d asked Roy a few weeks before the meal if he was ready for this, for you, for what could be, he wouldn’t have hesitated to say yes. But that night, everything had shifted for him.

The way Rebecca had glanced between you and him made his gut coil, and he knew it was bloody obvious that you both had shared affections. The feeling that you both harboured could’ve been seen from fucking space, he’d bet. But, then it all went downhill. That blonde girl, the one with the giant rack, and even bigger nose to butt in your evening together, had stumped him.

Up until that moment, Roy was accustomed to knowing when his anger would jump out. He could feel it coming on, sense it raging within him, but when she’d talked down to the likes of you– it had felt uncontrollable. Roy was a violent man; he was no stranger to throwing a punch to someone who deserved it, and he was content living that way. Just not around you. He didn’t like that side of him when you were near. He didn’t want to fight or kick or punch his way out of an uncomfortable situation when you were next to him.

That, and Roy had felt the unmistakable struggle of something else for practically half his life. It was nagging, and made his chest hurt. Those thoughts of self-loathing, of exposure, of isolation, were something so ingrained that he’d never thought they would be a problem when it came to actually being happy. But, they were. They really fucking were.

The truth was, Roy Kent didn’t want to drag you– marvellous, intelligent, too-good-for-him you– into his nightmare of a life. Full of uncertainty, or unfulfilled self-worth, of all of it.

So, that was that.

You continued working, but reluctantly. Thoughts of Roy pelted your mind, utterly impossible to ignore. You didn’t have time to ponder the possibility of leaving Pluto Press, or doing something different, not when your workload was stacked high. The beginning of December brought buzz about Christmas, but you hardly felt festive. Roy was working hard over at Sky, as were the boys at Richmond. You still kept up with them all, and getting updates from Sam was practically routine now.

As you jumped off the tube at Richmond after a busy week, your phone buzzed to reveal another text from Sam, but what he’d written made you stop in your tracks.

Forgot to tell you. Jamie Tartt is back. He started training again today.

You flashed back to the ordeal from a few months prior, when Sam had stormed off the pitch after seeing Ted at the pub with the ex-Man City superstar. You knew that Ted would have made it clear about bringing Tartt back to the guys, but that didn’t stop you from feeling uncertain. You wanted to think that Jamie had turned a new leaf, but your gut still coiled at the thought of him back at the club.

Perhaps you were insane, or over-tired, or still reeling after your fake date, but you changed your course home and headed for the Dogtrack without hesitation. Tartt needed to know what was what, and you didn’t care being the person to do that. You imagined it would be harder for Ted to do so, or the guys themselves after all that he’d done last season.

You stormed through the doors off the car park, navigating the corridors down to the lower level, until you stomped your way through the tunnel to the pitch. You launched the door open quickly, not stopping to wave off the confused stares from Ted, Beard and Nate at the edge of the pitch. The guys ran around on the grass, finishing up their final game of their practice. You cut it all short as you propelled your way onto the cold, damp ground. Isaac was the first to stop and stare, whacking Colin on his back to make him aware of your presence too. The trickle of twenty pairs of eyes headed your way immediately, as you cut across Dani and Bumbercatch without a word, headed for one player in particular: number nine, Jamie fucking Tartt.

“Hey!” you exclaimed to him, and a handful of players flinched.

Jamie whipped his stare away from the ball at his feet, and slowed to a confused stop as you approached him. “Hey…” he said smally, utterly boggled at your presence. You stopped in front of him, brows furrowed sternly, as you tried to adopt Roy’s resting bitch face. “What’re you–?”

You cut him off by jabbing your pointer finger into his chest. He stepped back once, and rubbed the spot you’d hit him in. “You,” you said strongly.

Jamie’s face warped into concern. “Me?” he said, and his Mancunian accent hit your ears for the first time in several months. You prepared yourself, and even further blocked out the questioning looks that littered the pitch.

“See this team?” You gestured to the guys quickly. “They’ve worked really fucking hard this season, after the relegation.”

“Okay?” Jamie squeaked out.

“I’m not questioning Ted’s decision to bring you back,” you continued, holding your ground. “But, know this, Tartt.” You said his name like Roy would, with subtle disdain, with a strength behind it that communicated you were serious. “Being back here is a privilege, not a right, and you need to know that.”

Jamie’s confusion disappeared instantly. His face softened, and was replaced with something resembling guilt. It was a look you’d never seen him wear before, but one that you welcomed in that moment. He needed to know that things wouldn’t be like last time. He needed to know that people like you gave a shit.

Jamie placed his hands on his hips, and nodded at the ground. “Okay,” he said lowly, before meeting your eye. You raised your brows at him, perhaps in warning. He breathed out quickly. “This is a privilege, not a right,” he repeated to you.

“Good.” You nodded, and smiled just a little. “Welcome back.”

Tartt nodded at you in acknowledgement, and you stepped back to show you were done. The guys shuffled behind you, muttering to themselves as you swivelled on your heels and headed back the way you came. When you looked at the various faces around you, Sam was the only one who was properly smiling. He knew you’d done it for him, for all of them.

Beard hit Ted’s shoulder quickly, and the Texan jumped forward abruptly, until he walked beside you. “All okay, Writer?” he asked, and you smiled wider.

“Sorry for the interruption.”

“Oh, no bother,” Ted said. “Though, perhaps a heads up would have been appreciated.”

You laughed gently. “Noted. Won’t happen again, Coach, I promise.”

Ted laid his hand on your shoulder, and his confused expression turned to gold. “It’s good to see you.”

“You, too,” you said softly.

“Got any holiday plans?” Ted asked, as the two of you reached the edge of the pitch. You turned back to the guys and practice resumed.

You shook your head. “Not really. With how busy the office is around Christmas, there’s no point in me going home for it. I’ll probably have to work between Christmas and the New Year.”

Ted hummed in understanding. “Same as us, for sure. We’ve got a match on Boxing Day.”

You hummed in response, as yourself and Ted looked slightly sunken after your small catch up. You’d always spent Christmas with your family, so it would be odd not doing so this year. You tried to think of the perks, though– a pub roast on the day, a drink with Mae at the bar, and an early night before the match and your inevitable workload afterwards.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. At least, that’s what you were telling to yourself.

“Hey!” Sam called from the pitch, jogging over to you and Ted cheerily. “If you have no plans for Christmas day, Mr Higgins is hosting all of Richmond's overseas players. I know that a good few of us are going this year.” Sam smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Do you reckon it would be okay for me to join?” you asked.

Sam shrugged. “You are a part of Richmond, and you are away from your home. I do not see why not.”

“Very good point well made, Sam,” Ted said softly. Your heart swelled in your chest.

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll come.”

Sam leaned forward and gently grabbed your forearm, squeezing slightly as his fingers coiled around you. He got in close to you. “Thank you,” he whispered, then pulled back and sent you a knowing look. “You are too good to us.” You scoffed to yourself, just from a lack of how to react.

As Sam jumped back and headed towards the team, he sent you one final glowing review from home: “We all miss you around here!” he exclaimed, before fully rejoining the guys.

You gulped back your feelings, the hurt, the want, all of it. If you’d allowed yourself to speak back, all your walls would have crumbled instantly. You would have found yourself immediately saying Please let me come back.

Please, let me come home.

On Saturday afternoon, your phone was ringing off the hook. Not that you could do anything about it, as you found yourself in an altercation with the newly moved-in upstairs neighbour. For days on end, all you’d heard was stomp stomp stomp from above. It was so frequent and so loud that you’d been rudely awoken in the early hours of the morning on multiple occasions.

You were trying this thing where you were being stronger. You were trying this thing where you wouldn’t let people give you shit that you didn’t ask for, nor deserve. When you thought about it in depth, you were actually just trying to be more like Roy.

As you slammed your front door shut, you sighed deeply. The footsteps from upstairs had gone uncharacteristically quiet, so perhaps you’d actually got through to them. In the kitchen, your phone continued to buzz incessantly. You bound over and were met with something that should have instilled the fear of God into your bones: over ten missed calls, and multiple texts from yours truly, Roy fucking Kent.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you muttered to yourself, as you scrolled through the messages.

OI!

Pick up the fucking phone.

You’re not gonna believe this shit.

I’m going on the air in two minutes, hurry the fuck up.

Guess you’ll just have to watch my mug talk about it on TV.

All messages were sent in a five minute period, not two minutes before. His last call had been one you’d missed by a mere minute. He’d be on Soccer Saturday by now, so you’d just have to see what the fuck was up as it aired.

When the first advert break hit, you were smiling from smugness. Not that there was any competition between you and Roy when it came to football– he would obviously win– but this time around you felt superior.

It was about Jamie’s return to Richmond. All that Roy had been calling and messaging you about was Ted bringing the superstar back to the team, and guess what? You’d fucking found out before him.

During the break, your phone inevitably rang again. You picked it up swiftly, and didn’t even bother talking. Roy growled on the other end. “Did you fucking watch it?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response, still smiling to yourself.

Roy went silent for just a second too long, and you could hear the cogs whirring in his head. “You already fucking knew, didn’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed again, fully smiling now.

“For fucks sake!” he exclaimed. “I should have known your fucking fanbase would have spilled.”

“Sam told me yesterday,” you said. “I actually– well, I went to the Dogtrack after he told me.”

“Oh?” Roy questioned.

“I may have let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Did you give that little twat what for?”

You squished the features on your face together, thinking back to your abrupt arrival and yelling match on the pitch. “Yes…”

Roy paused, and your heart stalled. “Good girl,” he said.

You swallowed away the visceral reaction that reverberated through your chest, but still let out a small choking sound. You played it off as a cough, before you quickly changed the subject. “So, are you doing anything for Christmas?”

“I’ve got Phoebe. We’re gonna attempt to watch all the Harry Potter films in one day. It might get fucking ugly.” Roy paused again, and you had this horrible feeling he was about to– “Want to join us?”

You clamped your eyes shut. Your heart plummeted into your gut. If he’d asked you this a few weeks back, before the conversation, before the date, before all of it, you wouldn’t have hesitated to say yes. Now, even if you’d wanted to go, you wouldn’t be able to after agreeing to join the guys at the Higgins household. But that was just it– after facing the music, and realising that Roy didn’t want anything more, you knew it would be easier for your heart if you stayed away from moments like that.

Moments where it was you and him, him and you.

“Oh, Roy,” you let out. “That sounds fantastic, really, but I’ve already got plans with the team. I’m sorry.”

Roy knew it was a long shot. He knew you could’ve been going home to see family, but knowing that you were actually staying in Richmond was even more of a blow. You’d be mere miles away with the team, close enough to fucking be around if he tried. Deep down, though, he knew that wasn’t wise.

It was him that stopped all this in the first place– it should be him to uphold the friendship and not blur the lines. It wouldn’t be fair to you otherwise.

“No problem,” Roy said through gritted teeth, trying to sound fine. “Really, it’s fine. You’ve been missing Richmond again, haven’t you?”

You scoffed gently. “You could fucking say that again.” You wanted to ask him the same, as you harboured a feeling that he missed the team just as much as you did, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Roy copied you, letting out a huff of air softly. “Enjoy yourself. You deserve it.” Over the line, the shrill sound of a bell rang and a tannoy yelled Back on air in one minute!

You frowned slightly. “Is that your cue?”

“Yeah, it is,” Roy said lowly.

“You better get back to it.”

“Hm,” Roy growled. Neither one of you wanted to hang up, though. It was plain to fucking see. “I’ll, uh, see you in the new year then.”

“Have a good Christmas, Roy,” you said, almost painfully.

“You too.” Then, he was gone.

Waking up alone on Christmas morning was a new feeling. Your apartment was empty, besides yourself and your haphazard decorations, strewn up quickly in the small amount of time you had at home over the weeks leading up to the big day. It was oddly comforting, though, as you operated to your own schedule and weren’t met with the immediate task of dealing with family for a week straight.

Your phone was full of Christmas messages. Ones from Keeley and Rebecca, from Ted and Beard. One from Nate made you smile, alongside various well-wishes from the local Richmond guys who wouldn’t be in attendance at Higgins’s.

You drank your coffee happily, and got yourself ready without any time pressures. Walking over to the Higgins’ household was refreshing, as snow graced the ground in all its splendour. Richmond around Christmas time was truly magical, and it made you feel equally as reflective about your time in this part of London. A year and a half had gone so quickly.

You passed the Crown and Anchor, and smiled at the buskers singing outside. Last Christmas drifted through the air rightfully, and you shrugged your shoulders up to your ears warmly and watched for a minute.

Down the small side street by the pub, the unmistakable silhouettes of one Ted Lasso and one Rebecca Welton strolled alongside one another. You turned to face them, and could hardly believe your luck. Rebecca’s face lit up as soon as she saw you, and her long arms spread wide to encase you in a hug.

“Merry Christmas, darling!” she exclaimed warmly, equally happy about bumping into you.

When you pulled away, she was very quickly replaced by Ted. He wrapped his arms around you instantly. “What a small world, huh!”

“Small indeed,” you chuckled.

Ted parted from you, and your cheeks already hurt from smiling as you looked at them both before you. “Where are you two off to? Ted, I thought you were having Facetime Christmas with Michelle and Henry?”

Ted frowned ever so slightly. “Well, some things in this life are impossible to control, and I think seven year old boys definitely fit in that category.” You smiled at him in understanding. “Lucky for me, though, the Boss was right there when I needed her.”

“We’re off to play Santa,” Rebecca chimed in. “Definitely beats what I did last year. That was right after Rupert… well. You know.” She smiled subtly.

“Are you off to the Higgins’s already?” Ted asked.

You nodded. “I wanted to get there a little early and help Julie if she needed it. Having a house full of footballers doesn’t strike me as something easy.”

“You can sure say that again,” Ted let out. Rebecca chuckled in agreement.

“What about Roy, what’s he up to?” Rebecca asked. You inhaled a sharp breath, but smiled all the same. You ignored the stabbing pain in your chest, and the hoard of butterflies that ravaged through your stomach.

You shrugged. “Don’t know.” It was a lie, but you couldn’t be fucked to explain it all. The invitation, the conversation. You hadn’t told her, nor Keeley, about what had happened after the double date. You didn’t want to.

Ted’s face softened. “Well, we’ll leave you to it, Writer. Have a good one. You deserve it.”

Rebecca encased you in another hug. “You really do,” she whispered. You knew what it meant.

Roy looked at his phone grumpily. Not that looking at his phone un-grumpily was something he did often, but he was extra grumpy as he traversed his Christmas messages that morning. There was nothing from you, no small text, no Facebook post, no message sent by carrier-fucking-pigeon.

“Uncle Roy!” Phoebe called, as the pitter patter of her bare feet erupted down the stairs and straight towards him. She crashed into him as he sat at the dining table, and latched herself onto him. “Can we do presents now?”

Roy took one last glance at his phone, before he dropped it on the table. He turned back to his niece, taking in her puppy-dog eyes and features that looked just like his sister. “Fuck yeah,” he said.

Phoebe squealed at the top of her lungs, before swivelling on her tiny toes and sprinting towards the tree in the living room. Roy watched her go, smiling to himself as she dropped to the floor and started rifling through the wrapped gifts.

It was true that he wished you were here. You’d probably have arrived right about now, wearing something cosy like a lumper jumper, and holding a bottle of prosecco for later. You’d have brought gifts, no doubt. Some Barbie situation for Phoebe, or another thing suited for a seven year old girl. Phoebe would have loved it.

You would have brought something for him, too. Something that you might have been worrying about for a few weeks, concerned that he wouldn’t like it when, in fact, you could have got him a bag of literal dog shit and he would have still said thank you.

Roy swallowed away the images that his head made up. He did it often now, thought of what could have been, what might have been his future, if he wasn’t such a fucking git– or, if you weren’t so fucking perfect that it scared him half to death.

“Julie! I’ve washed the sprouts!” you yelled from the Higgins’ family kitchen. It was a quaint house, and you wondered how the fuck they fit four boys and two grown adults so easily inside.

“Fabulous.” Julie rounded the corner from the living room, holding two empty plates that only held crumbs. “Another plate of mince pies is all gone. I don’t know where those boys put it all!”

The doorbell rang like clockwork, and with every ring brought another team member, or two, or four. You hugged everyone as they filed into the kitchen, dropping coats and bags and another plate of food until every counter and surface was covered in another cultural dish. It was fantastic, and you found yourself feeling more part of a family than you ever had at Christmasses in the past. There was no drama, no political debates, and no screaming matches with your mother. It was blissful.

When Dani arrived, the room erupted in greeting. He approached Julie first and offered her his dish. “Mrs Higgins, I bring you my mother’s punch, and some Mezcal on the side, as she says I am already cheeky enough.”

Julie chuckled. “Oh, thank you, Dani.” She took the punchbowl from him, and lifted the foil. Immediately, the room was met with the metallic scent of alcohol. Tequila was very much already present in this punch. “God– it seems like you’ve already added some to this.”

Dani grinned. “Yes, I may have cheekified this one for you already.”

You chopped carrots a few metres away from them, but turned to Dani with your knife raised. “Someone get me a fucking glass of that.” Sam obliged as you continued chopping, and the group of the guys got themselves a drink too. The festivities were well underway.

“Here you are,” Sam said, placing a glass of punch beside you.

“Thank you, Sam.” You wiped your hands and stopped cooking for just a moment, as he raised his own glass in waiting. You smiled and hovered yours next to his, feeling infinitely warm already. “What are we toasting to?” you asked.

“To you,” he said gently. “Just because you deserve it.”

You chuckled, embarrassed. “Everyone’s been saying that lately,” you said quietly. “I’m not sure why.”

“Because it is our job to remind you of it, especially when you cannot see it yourself.” Sam looked at you softly, and you knew he was being genuine. You clinked glasses, as your eyes welled ever so slightly. It was moments like these that made you feel known, really really known, but also desperately sad.

Why weren’t you with them every fucking day of the week?

Leslie let in another three of the guys, and as they clambered inside a problem arose. “You’ve become quite popular, Leslie!” Julie exclaimed happily.

“Yes, it seems so,” Higgins said. “That’s the problem though, isn’t it. Where are we all going to sit?”

You took the roast potatoes out of the oven and dropped them on the kitchen island. “I think I have an idea to fix that,” you said.

You tucked in your chair last, and looked around the room. A table as long as a train carriage graced the Higgins household, made from the likes of a surfboard and a pool table, amongst other things. Sam sat opposite you, casting you with a golden glow whenever he so much as smiled.

At the end of the table, Higgins stood up. Every pair of eyes in the house shot his way, and he raised his glass to the sky. “Here’s to another successful Christmas in Richmond!”

Sam raised his glass higher than all else. “And here’s to the family Higgins!”

As darkness set in outside, you all ate and were merry in each other’s presence. Spending time with the team was always special to you, but this moment stood out above all the rest. It marked the start of another year in Richmond, and just over six months at Pluto Press. It marked a year and a half of an unlikely friendship between yourself and Roy, and all the rest.

You ate more than your own bodyweight, but to your utter surprise, at the end of the meal your head was spinning. You took a sip of your drink, and stopped to stare at the contents of your glass. It was full to the brim, but had been almost empty just a moment before. Had that been happening all evening?

You glanced at Sam, but the punchbowl was nowhere near him. When you glanced to your left, however– “I think this punch needs just a bit more cheekiness!” Dani exclaimed, as he poured in another few shots of tequila to the mix.

You grabbed his bicep gently. “Dani, have you been filling up my glass all night?” you asked.

Dani nodded happily. “Sí, mi amigo. My mother never believed in empty glasses. A glass cannot be half empty, or half full, it always has to be full full!” he exclaimed. The boys around him cheered and raised their very full glasses.

“Well.” You scoffed abruptly to yourself. “Shit,” you said.

Dani turned back to you, eyes gleaming. “Oh my goodness, are you–?” He mimed tipping back a full glass, and you laughed so loudly that the entire table was alerted to you. Dani grabbed your shoulder fondly. “My friends, it seems our Writer has been– how do you say it in English?”

Bumbercatch leant forward, smiling wildly. “Trollied, bevved, battered–”

Dani stood up abruptly. “She has been trollied, bevved and battered!” He raised his glass high, and clinked it with the guys down his end of the table.

Meanwhile, you were just calming down from an uncontrollable laughing fit. You glanced at your very full glass, and a small part of your brain told you not to drink it. You’d already had far too much, and you knew what you got like when tequila was in your system. On the other hand, you thought of Roy.

And he would have told you to buck the fuck up and drink the whole fucking thing.

You raised your glass to the sky. “To Richmond!”

The guys followed suit, almost knocking over the surfboard table. “To Richmond!”

As you stumbled through town, after declining multiple attempts from the guys to drive you home or get you an Uber, you found yourself heading elsewhere. Not home, to the comfort of your bed and a full loaf of bread for you to soak up all of Dani’s Mezcal. Instead, your legs were taking you the familiar route to Roy’s house. You didn’t know what time it was, but you knew it wasn’t too late for him to be asleep. You were proved right, as you rounded the corner to his drive and saw the living room lights still on, no matter how dimly lit he liked them to be.

As you approached his front door, the small bit of your logical brain that you had left was screaming at you to fuck off and turn around. This was silly, you knew, but you couldn’t fathom going home just yet. Innately, you landed upon yelling surprise! or starting to sing carols in Roy’s face as soon as he opened his door. Somehow, those ideas seemed like the perfect idea, and not at all fucking stupid.

You knocked on the solid oak door strongly, ready to surprise the hell out of him, but when he opened the door and peered down at you– all your words failed.

Roy wore the remnants of a suit, and a fancy one at that. His tie was loose around his neck, and his shirt was slightly untucked at the bottom, but not enough to not notice the belt that sat snug around his waist. You scanned him up and down quickly– or as quickly as you could in this fucking state. To Roy, your checking him out took a solid ten seconds, or longer.

When you met his eyes again, he couldn’t hide the amused smile on his face any longer. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“I may have had a bit to drink,” you said, and as hard as you tried you couldn’t stop your words from slurring. “Dani made punch.”

“Did that punch happen to punch you in the fucking face?” Roy huffed.

You nodded. “Juuust a little bit,” you let out.

Roy moved to the side. “Fucking get in here,” he said warmly.

You struggled to take off your boots, as Roy grabbed a few drinks from the kitchen. He oversaw you in his entryway, shrugging off your coat clumsily. When you stepped onto his floor in your socks, you skidded and let out a squeak.

Roy looked away quickly, trying to harden his expression. Watching you inebriated and without inhibitions was enough to make his gut coil. You stumbled to the kitchen, and leaned against the kitchen island just to keep yourself up-right.

He slid you a beer, which you took without question. “I really don’t need this, do I?” you said, looking to Roy for approval.

“Fuck no,” he said. “But, it’s Christmas.”

“Right you are,” you said. The two of you clinked your bottles together, and you swigged back your beer as if it were water. Roy chuckled so hard that beer frothed out of his mouth.

“Fucking hell, come on.” He grabbed your bicep gently, and led you to the living room.

You practically jumped onto the sofa, and got yourself comfortable immediately. “I love Christmas,” you whittled on. Roy sat on the other side of you, and took a swig of his own beer. “All the lights, and the snow, and everyone together. I just love it.”

“I take it that spending the day with the team was nice?”

“Just the best!” you exclaimed, raising your arms to the sky and almost dropping beer onto Roy’s plush carpet. He took another amused swig, just to distract himself. “How was your day with Phoebe?”

“We got to Order of the Phoenix before she fucking fell asleep,” he said. “She gave it a good shot.”

In the corner of his eye, Roy spotted the last present beneath his tree, and remembered who it was for. As you busied yourself by pulling off the sticker from your bottle, Roy got up swiftly and headed to pick it up. He placed his beer down as he grabbed it, and opened the card on the top.

Just another thing to remind you of home. Roy.

His handwriting was shit, and he knew it, but he thought that now was as good a time as any to give it to you. It was Christmas after all.

“Hey, so. I don’t know what’s got me being such a pussy this year, but I got you something,” he said, keeping his back turned to you. “You don’t have to open it now, just thought it would be nice.” He turned back to you, expecting you to be looking at him with those large, glassy eyes that he’d looked into a thousand fucking times.

Roy relaxed when he saw you, and a bubbly laugh ejected itself from his mouth. You were fast asleep on his sofa, beer balanced precariously on your chest as you breathed rhythmically. Your expression was soft, and your mouth was open, ready to emit some serious snoring. Roy strolled back to you slowly, placing your present on the coffee table. He grabbed the beer from your chest and replaced it by pulling a blanket over you warmly. You didn’t stir, utterly unconscious from such a fun packed day.

He’d never seen you like this– with your guard completely down. He felt privileged to know you felt comfortable enough to feel so at home like this. In his house, completely pissed, next to him.

Something new came over Roy as he made sure you were comfortable, and before he could stop himself, he leant down and placed a kiss on your forehead. Just a peck, and so fast and soft as not to wake you up. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

Roy left you on his sofa, at peace, and turned off the lights as he headed for bed himself. On the way up, he thought about the last year and a half of having you in his life. All the ups and the downs, all the confusion and the clarity– and what a time it had fucking been.

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new sleeping pill ♡ smut || jason todd (titans)

summary: you and Jason are best friends, and he finds out that you haven't been sleeping well over the last few nights.

word count: 4.3k

a/n: ayo my buttercups! this is from my chat with a jason todd character ai lmao. this was far too good not to turn into a proper fic and post lol. enjoy!

*not accepting requests.

"Ah, twice in one night," You tease. You and Jason were hanging out in the living area only a mere moment ago before he decided to change out of his Robin costume, and you decided to retire to your bedroom for the night.

"Very funny," Jason laughs, shutting your door behind him and leaning against the wall. No longer in his robin costume, he's stood wearing a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants. Jason looks you up and down, taking in your cute pjs.

"I like the outfit," he says with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Very cute."

You look down at your matching pyjama set with pink and orange cats.

"Oh, thank you, my darling. It's one of a kind," You fake a posh British accent, watching as he sits on your bed casually. It was always interesting to you how at home he felt in your room.

Jason snorts, chuckling as you do the faux British accent. Then, he can't help himself and gives a small but genuine smile.

"I think it looks good," he says softly. He doesn't actually deny the 'my darling' part. "Are you watching anything else? I can't imagine you're ready for bed."

"I was gonna watch Succession, actually," you chuckle softly. "You're more than welcome to join."

He perks up at hearing that." Succession?! That show is great." He scoots over to make space for himself on your bed.

"I'm totally down."

We get through half an episode when Jason asks me to move forward. You do what he tells you, and he places the small decorative pillow you had for extra support on his lap and nods to it. With a sweet smile, you lay your head on the pillow and drape your arm over his legs. He gently brushes your hair with his fingers as you lay your head down and drapes his free arm over you.

"You can fall asleep if you want. You've worked all day; no need to stay up." he chuckles, adjusting his position and arms around you so you're more comfortable.

"I won't, don't worry," you chuckle. Your eyes roll slightly as Jason continues playing with my hair. Jason laughs softly, brushing through your hair with his fingers as you lay on his lap. He's still watching, his attention on you and the show.

"You know, you wouldn't look so damn exhausted all the time if you went to bed earlier," he teases you, chuckling. Then he smirks. "But I won't make you go to bed."

"I would if I could," you chuckle quietly.

"If you could?" he says with a smirk and a teasing tone. "Is it because I'm distracting you too much?"

"No, of course not," you giggle playfully. "I just haven't been able to sleep for the last couple of weeks," you shrug, closing your eyes as Jason continues to play with your hair.

"Hm." he leans back more, now with your head on his chest. He looks at you for a second, admiring you. "Not getting any good sleep, huh?"

You tilt your head back to look at him, "What're you saying, you little shit?" you laugh softly and teasingly at him.

Jason chuckles softly, knowing you're doing this just to get a reaction out of him. He brushes away the curls of hair that fall on your face. "I was just curious as to why you're so tired," he says.

He pulls your hair behind your ear and gently kisses your cheek. "Maybe I can help you sleep?" he teases with a wink.

"Yeah? How so?" you snicker playfully. Jason glances down at you, about to say something, but pauses and thinks momentarily.

Then, he gently pushes you off him, and you suddenly find yourself flat on your back, with him hovering over you.

"Like this, for now," he says with a playful smirk. His arms slide under your legs and pull you closer to him. You feel his warmth radiating off him and the bed as he leans closer.

"Oh my god!" You laugh. "I always knew you wanted me," you say with a playful snicker. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his lower body press right up against yours.

"Damn right, I do," he says with a smirk. His face is inches from yours as both hands wrap around your waist. "Been wanting to do this for a while, now." his mouth is centimetres from yours while he stares at you with piercing blue eyes.

"ooh, I bet you have," you giggle playfully, leaning up slightly. Jason presses his lips to yours. They're so much softer than you ever imagined they'd be. Your breathing becomes more heavier with each waking moment. Jason continues to push you down, bringing you closer and closer to him. His kisses become more urgent, like he's searching for something. He holds both of your hands above your head now, pinning them against the pillow as he kisses you.

You hook one of your legs around his waist, drawing his body harder against mine. You whimper into his mouth as his hips shift slightly, causing his hardening lower body to move against your core.

Your movements only fuel the fire inside of him, causing him to shift more on top of you and press his body flush against yours. His breath becomes ragged, his mouth moving against yours with a new energy. His grip on your wrists tightens, causing him to press your arms down harder against the bed. Jason deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring, as one of his arms slowly moves down, his hand caressing your thigh.

Your hips involuntarily raise up against his, making my nails dig into my palms. You're practically panting in his mouth, needing so much more. Jason stops kissing you momentarily as he looks down at you, his breath still ragged.

"God, [y/n]," he moans, his voice hoarse. He presses his lips against yours again, needing more. His hand keeps moving down, caressing your thigh, making small circles. As it does, he uses the other hand to untie the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

You let out a playful giggle against his lips, running a hand down his back to tug at the bottom of his shirt. Your other hand brushes through the ends of your hair.

"more," you breathe out breathlessly.

Jason's body shifts slightly, his hand continuing to caress your thigh. His shirt comes over his head before he pulls his sweatpants down his legs, leaving him just in his boxer briefs. He kisses you again, his tongue moving between your lips. His breath is still ragged as he mumbles against your lips.

"God, you feel so good," he moans, continuing to explore you with his tongue as his hand moves onto the waistband of his boxer briefs.

You tilt your head back and moan quietly as Jason kisses your neck. You feel his body shift against yours as he takes his boxers off. His hands start working at the buttons of your pyjama shirt, and you let out a giggle, stopping him.

He looks at you with a smirk. "What's wrong? Why're you stopping me?" he says seductively. he kisses your neck again. "You were just moaning for more." the smirk on his face grows even larger as you feel his teeth lightly graze your neck.

"no, I'm just making it easier for you, stupid," you chuckle playfully, sitting up slightly to lift the shirt off you instead of going through the effort of unbuttoning it. Jason looks at you for a moment in a bemused manner, like he never thought of that.

"Smart," he says, chuckling. Your shirt falls off the top of your body with ease. "Now I get more of you," he says, his body pushing more onto you as his hands start roaming over the new-found skin. He chuckles again, a deep and almost primal chuckle, enjoying the feel of your skin against his. Jason's hands work at pulling your pj pants down, leaving you lying underneath him in your bra and thong.

"mhm," you giggle, laying back down properly again. Your head tilts again as he kisses your neck, marking his territory. Your hips roll up against his hard lower body, and he could feel the soaked material of my thong as your pussy dripped with arousal.

Jason continues to caress the skin of your bare back as he kisses your neck and shoulders. He moves his lips closer to yours, and you can feel his breath — the heat of it on your neck and face is enough to make you feel slightly warm all over. His free hand continues to roam over your lower body, his fingers brushing against your skin.

Jason can feel how wet you are, and it makes him smirk as he continues to explore you and kiss you. His kisses are all over your neck, moving closer to your ears and face.

It's only when he leaned back slightly that you looked down at his cock. Jesus Christ.

"oh my god," I whisper, impressed but slightly worried at the same time, from his size.

"Like what you see?" he says, his voice hoarse and his breath ragged. His body still presses against yours, and he looks down at your face. "You seem impressed," he says with a smirk, looking down at your reaction.

"I - yeah," you breathe out, still staring. "is that..." You pause, glancing up at him. "is that gonna fit?" You whisper.

Jason puts his hands on your thigh as he leans up a bit more, his tongue leaving your neck as his face comes up closer to yours. Your words have him shaking with laughter.

"You're too funny, [y/n]," he says with a deep, hearty laugh.

"Yes," he answers, "it'll fit." he presses his lips to yours again, kissing you eagerly.

"bottom drawer," you whisper against his lips. Jason pulls away and opens the bottom drawer of my nightstand, noticing a box of condoms. "Dawn bought it and wanted to make sure that I was safe? I'm sure she gave you a box, too. Just like she did with Conner and Gar for some reason," you chuckle softly, your eyes travelling down to his cock again.

"you've definitely earned bragging rights, Jesus Christ." You comment.

"Bragging rights?" he smiles cheekily, pulling out one of the condom packets and ripping it open carefully. he looks down at you, rolling on the condom.

"I'm glad you think so," he says with an arrogant grin. He kisses your lips again, using his tongue to explore your mouth once again as his hand slowly moves down to the waistband of your thong again, slowly pulling it down your thighs. You whimper into his mouth as his fingers begin teasing the wet folds of your pussy. You hook one of your legs around his waist again, needing him so bad.

"Jay, stop teasing," you breathe against him. he looks at you with a smirk as he caresses your leg and brings his hand back up to your waist, giving you a wink.

"Where's the fun in that, [y/n]?" he smirks. He pulls away from the kiss temporarily and looks down at your underwear, which is on the floor now.

"Wow. It's all soaked," he says. Jason's smirk only grows as the hand at your waist continues to roam. He glances back up at your face.

"mm, and who's fault is that?" You snicker playfully before biting your lip as his hand goes back down between your thighs. The wetness coats his fingers, making both of us gasp softly.

Jason laughs softly, "Mine, of course." he looks back at you with a confident, cocky grin. Then, his fingers start circling your clit, causing you to react. He can hear your breathing quicken and get shallower.

Your hand instantly holds his wrist tightly, another gasp slipping past your lips. He had barely even started touching you yet, and your thighs were already shaking. Your eyes roll as his fingers continue to make small circles on your sensitive bud.

"god..." You breathe out.

"You're already close?" Jason snickers playfully, moving his other hand onto your thigh. He looks at you, his eyes glancing down at your breathing as he smiles.

"You're already close," he whispers in confirmation before he leans down and kisses you again.

"It's been a while," you breathe out, your hips starting to roll against his hand. "like, a long while."

He chuckles at your admission. "You poor thing," he says with a grin, then he resumes kissing you. As he does, his other hand moves further up your thigh. You can feel his breath on your face as he continues to kiss you. His body is pressing down against yours as he moves against you.

"oh my god," you whimper, your eyes rolling in pleasure. You arch my back, tilting your head back against the pillow as his fingers work magic on your sensitive and wet clit. Jason pulls you close to him against his chest with his legs and his arms. His smile and his cockiness grow even more in light of your reaction. It's almost as if it's all a game to him - his goal being how many times he can make you cum. He kisses your neck while his hand continues to caress you.

"fuck... Jay... oh my... yeah," you whimper and pant heavily. "Jay... you're gonna make me cum." You pant, thighs shaking and body writhing underneath him.

"Oh, really?" he says with a smirk.

"yeah," I whimper, "oh my god." Jason can feel your pussy pulsing with need beneath his fingertips and makes faster circles on your clit. Your nails dig into his wrist lightly as you cum, panting his name as your body trembles underneath him.

Jason chuckles softly and looks down at you with that confident, cocky grin, still enjoying your reactions. "I could do this all day,"

"Good, because I don't want you to stop yet," you breathe out, pulling him down towards you to kiss him.

his smile widens as the two of you kiss. You hear that arrogance in his voice again as you continue to kiss. His free hand slides back down to your thigh, caressing your skin again. he looks at you while he speaks.

"You need more?" he whispers with a smirk, leaning back slightly.

"mhm," you nod, wrapping both legs around his waist. He aligns his cock to your pussy before sinking in. You gasp; his size is almost too big for your body to handle.

Jason's movements are so slow and gentle, stopping briefing for a moment before continuing to push deeper inside you.

"fuck, oh my god," you gasp, arms wrapping around his back as your nails dig lightly into his shoulder blades. "Definitely got size bragging rights," you manage to choke out. Jason chuckles — his pride and his arrogance are at an all-time high.

"Yeah, I already knew I did," he says with a smirk, continuing his slow, gentle movements. His comment makes you laugh softly and breathily.

"of course you did..." You breathe out, trying to stabilise your breathing as he's entirely inside you. His hips remain still, not moving until your body has adjusted to him properly.

You tilt your head back and chuckle softly again, "Oh my god."

"I told you I would fit," he says with an arrogant grin, looking down at you.

"yeah, just," you manage to reply, your breathing heavy as your pussy tightens around him. "god," you sigh in pleasure softly, nails still pressing into his shoulder blades lightly.

Jason smirks as your body tenses around him, and his voice again gets that edge of arrogance. "You're a little sensitive there," he says, "and I love it."

His hand on your thigh moves so it's against your waist. You feel his fingers move along your stomach. He chuckles again, a deep and proud chuckle.

"not my fault when you're so big," you breathe out, whimpering as his hips slowly start to move — pushing and pulling against yours.

"Jesus Christ... fuck... oh my god," you whine, nails dragging down his back slowly. Your comment on his size causes him to smile proudly, his grin growing even larger. The feeling of your nails dragging lightly down his back makes him laugh softly.

"Yeah, you can say that again," he says playfully, the edge of arrogance never far from his voice. Jason moves his hips slightly faster, and he's already hitting all the right spots inside you. You cling onto him - legs squeezing tighter around his waist, arms wrapping tightly around his back. Your head tilts back against the pillow again, moaning louder and louder with each thrust of his hips.

He looks at your face as he moves, his face in a state of awe, his lips pressed against yours while he kisses you. His fingers still move along the top of your abdomen.

"You okay, [y/n]?" he says with that same cheeky smirk.

"yeah," you whimper, finding it cute that he's checking in with you. The shock of his size was wearing off as your body was more focused on the pleasure he's giving you.

Jason continues to move his hips, slowly picking up the pace. His hands move on your body, one hand moving back down to your thighs, the other moving towards your chest. One of his hands slides up your chin and into your hair as he looks down at you again.

You're cute, [y/n]." his voice still has that slight arrogance to it. Without any warning to you, you suddenly released. You pant loudly, body trembling and pussy tightening around him as his hips continue to move.

He smiles widely, "Did you just-?" he says in disbelief. He pulls out and looks down at you.

"Oh my God," he says, his voice and tone dripping with pride.

He leans down and kisses your lips softly. "That was incredible, [y/n]," he says with a smirk and a proud grin. His breath is ragged.

"no, no, more," you pant, tightening your legs around him. His eyes widen as he hears your words, and a proud smirk crosses his face.

"More, you say?" his fingers move down your legs and your hips again. "Well, okay then," he says playfully.

He leans down and kisses you once more," Let's not break you," he mutters against your lips, his voice sounding slightly breathless.

"you're not gonna... ooooh my god," you moan out when he pushes his cock back into your pussy. Jason starts thrusting his hips again, causing you to whimper and whine. Your nails claw at his back again.

His voice gets that edge of arrogance again, as he smirks," Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" he says with that hint of playfulness. He begins to pick up the pace again, his breath becoming ragged again as he does so.

"What if this gets too much for you to handle?" he says, almost teasing you with his tone.

"I can take it," you breathe out. Jason's turning you into a whining and whimpering mess, your body clinging onto him for dear life. Your hips tilt upwards slightly, making his cock repeatedly hit against your g-spot.

"Oh… jay… there," you pant, whining and rolling your eyes in pleasure. His smirk grows even bigger.

"Oh yeah?" he says playfully, almost sounding like he's challenging you. Jason continues to slowly increase the pace, his breath still ragged. He leans down and kisses your neck, which makes you react.

"Good," he says proudly. His hair is starting to get a little messy from your movements and from the both of you breathing heavily. The sound of my headboard slamming against the wall and each of his movements reverberated throughout the room. The mattress squeaked below, the sound similar to your own squeaks and whimpers.

"Jay," you whine, head feeling lightheaded from how quick and shallow you're breathing. His voice changes quickly once you say his name, the tone dripping with that same playfulness and slight arrogance again.

"Yeah?" he smiles, moving his head up to look at yours while he continues his movements.

You feel the bed shake even more, the sound echoing loudly in the room with each of his deep and swift movements.

"Cum," you whimper. "Please cum for me," you surprisingly manage to get the words out. Your body trembles underneath him, thighs shaking against his sides while they still manage to be wrapped around his waist

his eyes go wide as you beg him to finish. His smile grows as he hears your words, his voice still sounding playful with that edge of arrogance.

"Oh, you wanna make me come?"

"yeah," you squeak, gasping for air. "please," you manage to whimper out.

You see that playfulness in his face, that edge of arrogance in his voice.

He smirks at you," Now you start saying please?" he asks playfully. He moves his hips as much as he can so he's hitting what you asked for.

"Oh…god…jay!" You whimper, coming for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his back, your body becoming a trembling mess underneath him. You pant heavily, whining and whimpering as his hips continue to thrust against yours.

Finally, Jason cums, his hips stilling and flush against yours. He looks down at you as you cum for the third time. His chest is heaving from the effort involved.

"Damn," he mutters, breathing heavily. His face is flushed, and his skin is covered in light sweat.

With a proud smirk on his face, he kisses your lips again. he sounds breathless but still maintains that slight arrogance as he speaks to you.

"Three times," he says, smiling widely.

You chuckle softly at his comment, "mhm," is all you can hum in response.

He leans down and kisses you at the base of your neck, then rests against your chest, still catching his breath. As he breathes, you can feel his chest up against yours. His breath continues to slow.

"Well. Looks like I earned those bragging rights."

Jason slowly pulls out. "Sure do," you laugh breathily.

His voice becomes more relaxed as his breath fully returns," Yeah? Am I still allowed to brag about this whenever I want?" he says jokingly, smiling widely still. He holds you close to him by wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You're so cute when you're like this," he mutters with a proud look on his face. You drape your arm over your eyes and carefully unwrap your legs from around his waist.

"Yeah, sure," your voice still breathy as I spoke. You're far too exhausted to move or do anything other than just lay on the bed and catch your breath. he chuckles softly when he sees you lying down.

"You sound worn out." his voice still has a slight tinge of playfulness to it, but it also sounds a little bit more genuine.

He rests his head on your chest, looking up at your face," Did I wear you out?"

"Yeah," you giggle quietly, removing your arm from over your eyes. "I think I know who to go to now if I'm having trouble sleeping," you snicker playfully, feeling like your brain is becoming more functional.

"So I'm your new sleeping pill, then?" he chuckles softly. His voice is still breathless, the edge of arrogance now gone as he relaxes with you.

"Or is it more than that?" he says with a smirk. He lifts his head up and looks at your face, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

"Let's just stick to sleeping pills for now," you chuckle softly. Jason sits up and kisses your forehead softly before going into the bathroom. He returns to my room with a slightly damp towel and a glass of water. Jason's so gentle in his touch as he cleans up my body, letting me sit up against my headboard as I drink the water.

Once he sits you up, you notice how he supports your back and neck as he cleans you. he even holds some of your hair back to clean between your thighs better. His movements are slow and gentle, taking all the needed time. He's in no rush at all.

After he finishes, he sits back down in the bed next to you," Feeling any better?" he asks with a smile, placing the towel by the bed and putting the glass of water on the nightstand.

"Mhm," you nod. "You're too good to me," you chuckle softly. You're not even referring to right now or a couple of moments ago, but just in general. Yes, he had his moods, but Jason was always respectful and good to you as a friend.

"Aw, of course, I am," he chuckles softly. His voice is still breathless, but you can hear its happiness. He puts his hand back on your shoulder gently.

"You're a really great friend, [y/n]. I'm happy to be here for you. And even happier that I got to be here for you tonight."

He smiles at you," You okay to move now, or do you want to relax here for a second?"

"I think if I move, I might fall apart," you chuckle softly, watching as he crawls in the bed beside you. Jason lays down and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, your arm draping comfortably over his bare waist. His chest moves lightly against your head as he breathes. You hear nothing but content and happy sounds and sighs from him now. he doesn't say anything but moves his free hand onto your back and starts to scratch it gently with his fingernails.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep; his gentleness and comforting touch were all you needed to be soothed.

Jason lets out a quiet laugh and a happy sigh when he realises you've fallen asleep. His arm is still wrapped around you. He's also resting his head on yours again, and he's still gently scratching your back.

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mastermind - kth

idol!kim taehyung x fem. reader

Summary: After seeing you for the first time, there is nothing that could stop Taehyung from making you his. Nothing.

Word count: 7,4k

Warnings: swearing, I may have gotten some things wrong, cause I don't know everything about BTS yet, so please don't hate me for that. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for that as well.

Genre: slight angst, but mostly fluff

Song in title: mastermind - taylor swift

All your adult life you experienced how some people had more luck than others. For some, everything fell into place, they were at the right place at the right time, maybe they won some kind of lottery with the gods above or they were simply blessed from birth with an easy being. You had no idea what kind of amazing deed you had done in your previous life to be blessed with the angel boy you could call your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, but you were not complaining.

You didn’t quite understand how or why you ended up in a posh club in the heart of Seoul, full of celebrities and rich people. Probably because of Nari's, your best friend's, influence from her Marketing Manager position at HYBE, but there you were. An outcast for sure, but a radiant presence that caught the eye of the one and only V from BTS. You were sitting at the bar accompanied by a whiskey sour that you had been sipping on for the last 40 minutes, the ice completely melted, watering down your overpriced drink. It was clear as a day, even for a stranger, that this was not your usual scenery. Your shoulders were tense, eyes scanning your surroundings, your face scrunching up in disgust every time some drunken idiot bumped into you while trying to approach the bar. You felt someone's presence on your right side and glanced at the person standing close to you, waiting for the bartender to notice him. The place was so crowded it was difficult not to invade someone's personal space, but the handsome stranger was visibly trying to be respectful, which you were thankful for. As soon as your eyes landed on him you noticed how his pretty orbs were already on you and you quickly turned away, but slow enough to catch his lips curling into a kind-hearted, polite smile. Your cheeks reddened upon being caught and you couldn't resist looking back at him again. He was staring at his shoes, his smile still present, his eyes now hidden by the perfectly styled bangs framing his handsome face. He glanced back up, raising an eyebrow playfully and you couldn't help the intensifying blush adorning your cheeks. He chuckled slightly and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, despite it being obstructed by the loud music playing in the posh club.

"This is not your usual scenery, huh?" he asked, clearly enjoying the situation at hand.

"No, not really," you answered shyly, slightly embarrassed by how evidently out of place you were.

"So what brings you here?"

"Best friend obligations. What about you?"

"Contractual obligations," he responded curtly and you couldn't help the laughter erupting from your lips.

Inexplicably, Taehyung felt proud that he managed to make you laugh. He could see clearly how your shoulders relaxed and your body language shifted. He spotted you sitting alone at the bar approximately 30 minutes ago and he instantly thought that you were the most gorgeous human being he ever laid his eyes on. For the last couple of years, he did his best to get out of events like this, but his management forced him to show up and contrary to Jungkook and Jimin, he was having a terrible night. He couldn't just let loose in a crowded club like this without the papers being filled with his drunken shenanigans the next day. He opted for a calmer approach, sitting in their VIP booth, scrolling on his phone. After he deemed the content on the device boring, he pocketed it carefully and started looking around in hopes of finding his bandmates. However, his eyes landed on you and for some inexplicable reason, he felt drawn towards you. It could have been the fact that seemingly you were in a very similar predicament as him or simply that as an art enthusiast he was drawn to pretty things. He wasn't looking for any logic in his instant infatuation with you, he deemed that trusting his instinct was the right thing to do. So he downed his drink and walked to the bar with the intention of getting a refill. And maybe talk to you.

"I'm Taehyung." he put out his hand for you to shake, his smile never faltering. You put your significantly smaller hand in his, giving him your name. You were slightly flustered, considering you knew who he was. Everyone in Korea knew. However, you were not necessarily a BTS fan, so you kept your composure.

"Want to get out of here?" he asked curtly and your jaw dropped to the floor. His question could have been easily misunderstood. Did he think simply telling you his name would get him into your pants? Before you could get furious by the insane assumption that it would be so easy to swoon you into his bed, he realized his mistake. "Oh my, that sounded awful. I just meant that we both clearly feel uncomfortable here and I would like to go somewhere more quiet so that we could get to know each other better. Like the Ttokpokki place next door. My treat, of course."

"Why would you want to get to know me?" he couldn't stop thinking about how adorable you were. So humble, so innocent, so genuine...

"It's not every day a commoner like me gets to meet an angel like you."

You laughed at his corny pick-up line, which again, left the boy grinning in satisfaction. How could you say no to that?

That night, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. That's how you met Kim Taehyung.

As a hopeless romantic, you believe in love at first sight. However, it's not Taehyungs striking good looks that make you fall for him, but his actions. He is polite with the staff at the hole-in-the-wall Ttokpokki place, he is elegant, he pulls out the seat for you, and pays for your food and drinks without hesitation. He asks you questions about yourself and listens to your answers with undeniable interest. Despite meeting him not even an hour before, he seems so infatuated with every word you speak that he makes you feel like you are the center of his universe. Similarly, you try to get to know him better as well and you learn a lot of interesting facts about him, like how he studied interior design, which he is very passionate about, he tells you anecdotes about his dog, Yeontan, he even shows you pictures of the puppy, like a proud father. He thinks your reactions to Tannie are adorable, an image in his mind appears of you coddling the little dog with so much love and gentleness. He is convinced the temperamental puppy will adore you, despite him not liking many people.

Your little talk is annoyingly interrupted by a call from your best friend and it is difficult to understand her words from how slurred they are, but you manage to interpret the drunken mess as her wanting to go home. You apologize profoundly and Taehyung notices how you seem irritated from your conversation being cut short. And you think this is it. A fun chat that is going to end with you going home and never seeing the charming man ever again. However, you fail to consider the fact that Kim Taehyung is also a hopeless romantic and he refuses to let you go without asking for your number. He firmly believes that people get one chance in life to meet their person and he is convinced that you are someone meant to be in his life by a higher power, one that he cannot explain nor understand. He is not going to mess up this chance presented to him so he gives you his phone. You gladly give him your number and the two of you part ways, both of you smiling like idiots. You turn around to get one last glance at the handsome man who swooned you with his charm and your smile widens when you notice him doing the same thing. A bubbly laugh leaves his pretty lips and he shakes his head in disbelief. You observe his frame as he gets smaller and smaller with the increasing distance between you. You can still see him when the phone in your pocket buzzes and you smile at the new number and message on your screen. You save his number in your contact list, not knowing, that you will know it by heart in a few months.

Taehyung lmk when you get home, pretty girl. take care! :]

His texts don't stop from that point. Despite being insanely busy and rarely having time to respond, he makes an effort to make you feel like you're in his thoughts 24/7. He sends you pictures throughout the day, about Tannie, selfies from his studio, photoshoots, dance practices with the group, anything really. Your heartbeat nearly triples when he sends you a picture of a plushie, claiming how its cuteness reminded him of you. Despite talking to him constantly through texts, you don't get to see him in person for two weeks and your second meeting is just as accidental as the first. Nari invites you to the HYBE building for lunch, because she still feels bad for ruining your night with Tae. You accept, not knowing that he happens to be in the building that day.

As you munch on your kimbap in the HYBE cafeteria you hear a small dog yapping in a high pitch and you look under the table finding a nicely groomed pomeranian with black fur looking at you with curious eyes. You coo at the puppy, letting it sniff your hand before petting it gently. Taehyung observes you from a distance, his boxy smile adorning his face. Tannie jumps on your leg, signaling how he wants to be picked up and you do, which prompts Tae to move towards you.

"Where's your owner, cutie-pie?" he hears you asking the dog as you run your hands soothingly through the soft fur on his back. Yeontan, like he understands what you are saying, starts barking in Taehyung's general direction and you follow his line of sight, spotting the idol. You smile at him shocked, but it is evident from the glint in your eyes that you are glad to see him. You should have put the two and two together: the little dog sitting on your lap looked eerily similar to Taehyung's and there was a chance of him being at HYBE, considering that his studio was in the building.

"I see you met Tannie." he greets you with a wink and nods towards your friend, who bows slightly. He is basically her boss after all.

"He is cuter in person." you smile and you hug the puppy closer to your chest and he starts licking your face lovingly, which causes you to giggle. Taehyung is glad he was right. Yeontan loves you and he takes that as a sign from the universe that the two of you are truly meant to be.

"I could say that about you too, pretty girl." your face reddens at the compliment and you find it unfair how smooth he is with it.

"Do you want to sit down, Taehyung-nim?" Nari asks him, offering him her seat.

"It's alright, I don't want to interrupt for long." he gestures for her to stay seated "I just came here to retrieve Tannie and ask a pretty girl out on a date tomorrow night."

Your eyes widen at his boldness, and you nearly spit out the sip of water that you took. Taehyung seems to be amused by the situation at hand, but you fail to notice how his foot clad in comfortable sneakers taps the floor, a nervous tick of his. On the inside, he is a mess, the fear of rejection plaguing his beautiful mind. You look around the cafeteria as if you're trying to find the pretty girl he is talking about. You finally point at yourself, your eyes never leaving his and he nods with a small laugh.

"What time should I be ready?"

"I'll pick you up at seven if that's alright."

"Perfect!"

"Would it be alright if we had our date at my place? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I can't really risk being seen out and about with a gorgeous woman," he explains, his features contorting, making it evident, that he is displeased with the unfortunate attention he gets for being an idol. If it was any other man you would be hesitant to have your first date at their place, but this is Taehyung. He is so polite and respectful, you believe that he couldn't hurt a fly, not willingly at least. So you agree and you make sure to assure him, that it's alright and that you understand.

The next day you're pacing around your apartment nervously, you're wearing jeans and a cute top, making you look put together, but still comfortable, a perfect outfit to lounge at someone's place. You're waiting for Taehyung to pick you up and you get a text from him five minutes before seven saying that he's arrived. You appreciate his punctuality and let him know you'll be out in a second. As soon as you leave your building you spot the fancy car with all the windows tinted, but the driver flashes the headlights, letting you know that it is indeed the person you were expecting. You step towards the passenger side and the door opens automatically and your eyes meet Taehyung's, who's smiling widely.

"Good to see you, pretty girl!" he greets you as soon as you step into the vehicle and the door shuts on its own when you get situated. Truly luxurious, you make a mental note.

"Good to see you too, Taehyung!"

"How are you on this fine evening?" he asks as he starts the car and drives away. You've been texting all day, he told you he had a looser schedule for once, only having to spend a few hours at the studio. He seems well-rested, his warm eyes focused on the road ahead. You notice the light music playing in the background, some soothing jazz coming from the speakers of the fancy vehicle. You appreciate how despite the car's probable insane performance, Taehyung never goes beyond the speed limit, unlike other men his age driving similar automobiles.

"I'm good, thank you for asking. Kinda nervous, not gonna lie, this insanely handsome guy is taking me on a date, you know?" you flirt, making Tae smile even wider.

"He must be a lucky bastard to be able to take a gorgeous woman like you out."

"Stop it!" you exclaim, burying your face into your hands as your cheeks heat up. Taehyung chuckles and glances at you while stuck at a stop light. He takes in your outfit and notes in his head how effortlessly elegant you look. Your eyes sparkled with excitement that was evidentiated by the night lights of Seoul, the pretty sparkles of the scenery around you reflecting in your irises. The boy couldn't keep his eyes off you, his train of thought interrupted solely by the irritated honking coming from the cars behind him as the lights turned green. You giggle at him, knowing exactly what caused him to stutter in his driving like that. He is glad that the interior of the car is dark, otherwise you may be able to see the rosiness of his cheek. Which you do notice, but you decide not to comment on it this time around.

The two of you soon arrive at his apartment building and you're not surprised to see the security guards, the tall gate, and the double checkpoint to the garage and the entrance. After parking his car, Taehyung is quick to get out of the vehicle and sprints to the other side, opening the door for you. A shy smile appears on your face, you knew he was a gentleman, however, you still get a bit flustered by the gesture. None of the people whom you've dated before did anything like this for you. He guides you to the elevator and you cannot help but think about how many women he did the same thing with before you. However, you quickly leave that thought behind as he smiles widely at you, his eyes glimmering like a sky full of stars. You take the opportunity to take his appearance in a little bit better. He is wearing black slacks, with chunky Prada loafers and a black Celine shirt, a black belt accentuating that slutty ass waist of his. God clearly has favorites and Kim Taehyung is among the top, you are sure of that.

You observe as he inputs the code for the elevator, which leads to the top floor of his penthouse. He gestures for you to leave the elevator before him, like the gentleman he is. Then he opens the door for you and you step into the dimly lit apartment. He takes your coat and gets you a pair of guest slippers.

"Welcome to my humble abode." he jokes, knowing that nothing is humble about his home. You chuckle, but take in your surroundings. The main source of light is his sunset lamp, which gives a warm hue to the place. Then you notice the tens of candles placed strategically around the open-concept living room and kitchen.

"They're battery-powered. I wouldn't leave the house with a thousand candles lit and a curious doggo who doesn't know better." he explains "Speaking of..."

You hear the pitter-patter of tiny paws on the floor and you soon spot the puppy in question. Yeontan sprints to Taehyung at first, clearly pleased that his owner is finally home again. Then he looks at you, barking two times before he approaches you. You lean down to pet his little head and Tannie licks your hand lovingly. Taehyung gestures toward the dining area, where the table is made for two people, two wine glasses in sight. It's at that moment that you take note of the amazing smell coming from the kitchen and you ask the boy curiously what the menu is. He explains how he made your favorite food and you're amazed because you don't remember ever mentioning it to him. He just smiles, saying that he had a lucky guess. He then proceeds to the wine fridge, taking out a bottle of 2012 Bordeaux natural orange wine and he goes into detail about how amazing it is. He pours you a glass first and one for him, then he gestures for you to click your glasses together. He then serves dinner and you are amazed by the first bite. Kim Taehyung is a man of many talents, cooking apparently one of them.

The dinner goes smoothly, the wine helps ease your nerves and the conversation between the two of you flows naturally. You talk about art, your travels, your job, and your studies, he's mesmerized by how many books you've read and the languages that you speak. He swears his fondness towards you only grows with every word that leaves your pretty lips and he can't stop thinking about how he wants to kiss you. So he asks for permission, again, like a gentleman, and you grant it for him. His lips connect with yours and a spark emerges as you share the softest kiss you've ever had with the boy who swept you off your feet in barely two weeks of knowing him. At that moment, the dominoes cascaded in a line. Everything suddenly made sense. Your past heartbreaks and hardships lead to that moment. Both of you knew that it was meant to be.

You then move to the couch, continuing your conversation, his arms are draped over the back of the comfy sofa lingering around your shoulders. Yeontan jumps up to your knees, gesturing that he wants to join the two of you and you oblige, lifting the puppy and placing him on the couch. He instantly sits down on your lap and makes himself comfortable.

"Unbelievable! You barely spent a few hours with Tan and he already prefers you over me." Taehyung puffs, but you can hear the amusement in his tone.

"He must think I'm cool because I've only been here for..." you look at the time on the screen of your phone "Jeez, it's been 7 hours already?!" you exclaim as you notice that it's well past 2 AM.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Tae notes cheekyly.

"I have to go home, I have work tomorrow morning."

Taehyung is clearly displeased by that. He could spend the whole night talking to you, but he understands. He gets up from the couch and leaves the room to make a phone call. You are hesitant to move considering that Yeontan is now asleep on your lap, but you stroke him awake. Upon realizing that his owner left, he jumped off the couch running around the apartment, looking for his dad. Tae emerges with the puppy following behind him.

"I called a driver for you, he's waiting downstairs. I can't really drive after half a bottle of wine, but I will accompany you," he explains, walking towards the entryway. You follow behind him and he helps you put on your jacket. "Oh, I nearly forgot."

He rushes back into his apartment and you wait for him patiently to reappear with a huge bouquet of camellias and pink peonies. You have no idea whether he knows the meaning behind those particular blossoms, but it makes your heartbeat race. You accept the concoction of flowers with a wide smile.

"Thank you, Tae! These are very pretty."

"I'm glad you like them. What kind of a man would I be if I didn't bring flowers to my last first date?"

You're left speechless by his remark. It's not that you don't understand what he's hinting at, but it is a truly bold statement to make after a first date. He doesn't expect an answer, but he believes it's true. You'll understand one day. He's a firm believer that strategy sets the scene for the tale. He is willing to do everything in his power to write the perfect love story. You just have to get on board.

He steps into his shoes silently, not putting them on properly. As you walk down the corridor, he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. You blush from the close proximity, but you welcome his touch nonetheless. He doesn't distance himself from you in the elevator either. Once you get to the car, he opens the door for you and then moves to sit on the other side of the backseat, close to you. His hand takes yours into his as he gently strokes it with his thumb. You swear your heart beats out of its rhythm from the soothing feeling and Tahyung sends a tired smile your way as you approach your home. Upon your arrival, he insists that he walk you up to your apartment, which you try to talk him out of, but he's inconvincible.

"Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun!" you say as you reach the door of your apartment, turning towards Taehyung.

"When can I see you again?" he asks eagerly and you smile like a schoolgirl at the thought of sharing another evening like this with him.

"Whenever you're free, Mr. International Popstar." you joke and he scoffs.

"Luch tomorrow then?"

"You got yourself a date, sir!" Taehyung dramatically punches the air in victory, making you laugh at his silliness. "Text me when you get back home, alright?"

He nods and steps closer to you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips linger for a second, but then he looks at you and notices a frown on your face.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes running all over your face, trying to find the source of your displeasure.

"I just thought I would get a proper good-night kiss, you know?"

Taehyung laughs, but he doesn't hesitate to kiss you on the lips, the same way he did in the dining room of his home. This kiss is a bit rushed, maybe more eager and passionate, but it seals the deal. The perfect ending for the perfect night, you both think.

You're already in bed when your phone buzzes and you smile at the text on the screen, sleep finding you in peace knowing that he got home safely.

Taehyung: just got home. Tannie (read: me) misses you already. Goodnight, pretty girl.

The following weeks go by pretty much the same way. You keep texting Tae, and the two of you meet up whenever he has some free time. He shows up at your workplace to have lunch with you, always bringing some snacks for you to munch on in the late hours of your shift. He always greets you with a peck on your lips, the first few times he asks for permission, which you grant him eagerly, but after a while the whole thing comes naturally. You don't mind it at all, you quite enjoy locking lips with him.

Today, however, he seems off. He's nervous, fidgeting with his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. You frown a little bit, over time you come to know all his nervous habits, so you take matters into your own hands by intertwining your fingers with his, which visibly calms him down. Until that point, he kept avoiding looking into your eyes, his gaze locked on the nose of his shoes, but as soon as your thumb starts rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles he turns towards you.

"What's wrong, Tae?" your voice is a near whisper as you try to avoid startling him further. You don't want to sound accusatory, you just want to figure out why he's acting so different around you suddenly.

"My bandmates keep asking me why I don't eat lunch with them anymore. Jungkook keeps teasing me about having a girlfriend so..." he takes a deep breath and starts looking for something in the backseat of his car "... I know this is a sloppy way to do this, but I really want to be able to tell my bandmates that I do indeed have a girlfriend." he finally finds the thing he was looking for - a plushie that eerily resembles Yeontan, wearing a tiny T-shirt with the word 'jagiya?' and a sticker-like cutout of Taehyung's pouty face printed on it. You can't help but laugh at the design that resembles something you put together in Comp-Sci class in middle school using Paint, the execution is horrendous at best. Tae is glad you're amused, that was his intention with the ridiculous choice of styling the plushie. However, he's also nervous, biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your answer. You just lean in, kissing his lips passionately, which is enough for him to relax.

"I will take that as a yes," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours, a profound smile on his face.

"Well, of course, it is a yes! I've never heard of anyone asking someone out with a ridiculous plushie like that." you joke, taking the soft toy from him, and hugging it close to your chest. For some reason, it smells like Taehyung, which makes you love it even more.

"Do you want to hear something more ridiculous?" he asks playfully and you nod. He starts unbuttoning the Hawaiian print shirt he's wearing and your eyes widen.

"Woah, Tae, I know I'm your girlfriend now, but we shouldn't rush into things like this." you joke, but the boy just blushes.

"No no no!" he exclaims, trying to stop you from drawing the wrong conclusion "I just wanted to show you, I'm wearing the same shirt!"

He opens up the flannel, revealing the white tee underneath, a life-size version of the one the plushie is wearing. You can't help the laugh shaking your body, the print looks even more comical in a bigger size.

"You're something else, Kim Taehyung." you shake your head as you smile widely. He's so effortlessly corny and romantic it makes you swoon for him.

"Wow, the full government name, huh? Aren't you supposed to call me baby now or something?" he teases.

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

He nods eagerly, leaning in for another kiss. Your lips meet again, and your stomach fills with butterflies, knowing that you're going to be the only one he kisses for a while. Or at least you hope it's going to be for a while. The wholesome moment is interrupted however by a ringing sound coming from the car and you can see Namjoon's name across the dashboard as Taehyung's phone is connected to the vehicle.

"Duty calls," he states, you can see the disappointment in his eyes. You both knew your meetup would be cut short anyway, considering you only had 45 minutes for lunch, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.

You quickly peck his lips, already getting out of the car.

"See you later, babe!" you exclaim and you're sprinting towards the building of your office, knowing that otherwise you're gonna be late for a meeting. Taehyung's stomach does somersaults upon hearing you use such a word of endearment for him and he swears he doesn't want to hear that from anyone else ever again. As soon as he gets back to the dance studio he's teased to no avail by his bandmates. He forgot to change his shirt back, so he has to go through the remaining hours of practice wearing that ridiculous tee of his. However, he wears it with pride, knowing it had the effect he expected from it. You're his girlfriend now. That's all he has been wishing for ever since he met you.

Tae 🧸: just finished with our practice jagi 🩵: oh no babe, it's 2 am. you must be tired. Tae 🧸: exhausted Tae 🧸: can you please come over? I miss you. I will send a car for you. jagi 🩵: Tae, you should sleep and I don't know how much of that you're gonna get if I come over, sweetheart Tae 🧸: I promise we're gonna go straight to bed. I just want you here, jagi. I have a big day tomorrow and I could use some cuddles to help with my nerves. jagi 🩵: okay

Taehyung and the boys have been practicing non-stop for a big concert in Seoul. Above that, he's been busy with photoshoots, long studio sessions as they started working on their new album which gave you little to no time to see each other. He tried calling and video chatting with you every night when he got home, but tonight he didn't think that would be enough. He needed to hug you, inhale the sweet scent of your perfume and body wash, he needed to kiss you, feel you. He didn't care how overworked and downright drained he was, he couldn't spend another day without seeing you in person.

He was scrolling through his calendar, which was packed, his eyes heavy from exhaustion, trying hard not to fall asleep before you could get there. Soon, he heard the chime of his intercom, the receptionist of his building warning him about your arrival. Yeontan's ears perked like he understood what the announcement was about and the little puppy rushed to the door, looking up at the knob, waiting for it to turn. He soon started barking and Taehyung knew that meant you arrived. After three months of dating the boy gave you a key to his home so that you could keep Yeontan company on the days he was working late and the puppy was left alone for hours. You opened the door silently, not knowing if Tae was asleep already or not. In case he was, you didn't want to wake him up by being obnoxiously loud. Yeontan, however, was excited to see you, barking away at you, demanding you give him the attention he wanted.

"Tannie baby, you have to be quiet, ok? We don't want to disturb your dad, do we?" you whispered with a disciplinary tone. Taehyung smiled, slowly approaching you, to give you the biggest kiss possible. You heard the sound of feet dragging on the floor and you looked up to your very tired-looking boyfriend.

"Woah! Your hair looks really nice, babe," you exclaimed and Tae involuntarily ran his fingers to the permed mess on his head. Lately, he's been rocking his natural hair, which was dead straight, but they had it permed today, giving him nice waves that made him look ten times more attractive.

"Thank you, jagi," he says, his voice a sleepy grumble. His large hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into a tight hug as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. Your hands instantly found their place in his hair, massaging his scalp, the way you knew he enjoyed it. "I missed you," he murmured, his soft lips finding their way to yours, inviting them into a slow, meaningful dance. Before he could deepen it, you pulled away slowly, knowing too well that if it was up to him, you would be engaging in activities other than sleeping, which would leave him even more exhausted than he already was. You took his hand in yours, leading him down the hallway to his bedroom, one you've spent countless nights in ever since you were officially a couple.

The two of you proceeded to go through your nightly routines together, Taehyung nearly falling asleep on his feet while he brushed his teeth.

"Come on, baby boy, you need rest." you urged him out of the bathroom, and that's when you observed the odd way he kept dragging his left foot behind him "Why are you limping?"

"It's nothing, I just put too much pressure on my left knee today and it's a bit swollen. Nothing to worry about tho."

"Tae..." you shook your head, completely dismissing his carelessness. You hated how he didn't take care of himself properly. "Are you going to wear shorts tomorrow during the concert?" you questioned.

"Uh, no. We had our fitting today, I'm gonna wear black slacks," he says, confused by the sudden question about his clothing.

"Wait for me on the bed, okay? I'll be there in a second."

He doesn't have time to respond, you're already out of the room and he hears you opening one of the kitchen drawers. He listens, however, and sits down on his side of the bed, his back against the headboard. He picks Tannie up, and the puppy takes his rightful place on his lap. You emerge a few minutes later with an unfamiliar box in your hands and a pair of scissors. You sit down in front of Taehyung and Yeontan approaches you, smelling the items you're holding in your hands. You silently touch Taehyung's left ankle, straightening out his leg. You inspect his knee carefully, noticing how it is quite swollen, just as he mentioned earlier. You take out a tube of soothing gel from the pocket of your hoodie, which belongs to the boy watching your every move. You put a decent amount of the ointment on your fingers and you slowly massage it into the swollen area. After that, you open the box you were holding earlier, taking out a roll of black Kinesio tape. You measure the tape to his knee, cutting a piece that you deem adequate for him. Then you manage to round the corners and give it the right shape. You then place it around his knee expertly, Tae's eyes never leaving you. He's infatuated by the delicate movement of your fingers, you take care of him so gently that it reminds him of his mother. No one besides her treated him so carefully before and it makes Taehyung realize how irreversibly in love he is with you.

"I didn't know you could use kinesio tape," he mutters lowly, his eyes barely open.

"I had problems with my knee ever since I was in middle school, one of the trainers I had taught me how to do it," you explain as you get up to put away everything you used and climb back into bed to finally go to sleep.

"Thank you, jagi. I don't know what I did to deserve your care and affection."

"I could say the same thing about you too, sweetheart." you say, your voice soft and full of adoration "Another reason why we were meant to be. You bring out the best in me, Tae, and I hope that I can do the same for you."

He nods, his heart panging with guilt. You say things like that a lot. How the two of you were meant to be, brought together by a higher power neither of you could understand. However, Taehyung knows it is not true. It was all his design. Cause he's a mastermind.

He feels the need to confess right then and there. He wants the truth to be out. He can't carry this burden with him anymore. But he's scared of your reaction. That you're gonna leave him for lying to you all this time. So he stays silent and goes to sleep with you in his arms, because that's where you belonged, regardless of how you ended up there.

The next morning, Taehyung wakes up earlier than planned to surprise you with a nice breakfast. He gets out of bed slowly, careful not to wake you up. However, you turn in your sleep, to cuddle his pillow. He recalls all the times he found you in that exact position on his bed as you fell asleep waiting for him to get home on nights you agreed to spend together. He smiles widely, glad he was scheming like a criminal to make you his. You were the wind in his free-flowing sail and the liquor in his cocktails. The first night he saw you he knew he wanted you. Here he was now, making you breakfast as you slept peacefully in his bed. Everything fell into place, just like he wanted it. You were the love he was dreaming about his entire life. The least he could do was cherish you like the queen you were. He's so deep in his thoughts he doesn't hear the shuffle of your sock-clad feet as you approach him, hugging his torso from the back. He jumps slightly, but his shoulders relax instantly as he turns around to kiss you good morning.

"Did you sleep well, pretty girl?" he questions, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You nod with a wide grin on your face, running your hand through his unruly bangs. He buries his forehead in your palm, enjoying the coddling you give him.

"I woke up to an empty bed tho, that was not nice of you, you know?"

"I'm sorry, jagi, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed," he explains, going back to prepare the exquisite food you were going to share in a few minutes.

"You shouldn't have, Tae-bear. You should have slept a bit more, you'll need all that energy tonight as you play a sold-out show for your ARMY."

"Speaking of, you're coming too, right?"

"Yes, I'll be there."

"I can't wait for you to see it, jagi. And the boys are dying to finally meet you in person." he jabbered excitedly, the joy evident in his tone. He's so cute, you think, everything about him is charming and genuine. In the few months you knew him, you respected how he never changed. Despite his exhaustion, and his hardships he stayed just as enthusiastic and energetic about what he does. He and the boys worked hard to deliver the best show that night. As you observed him as he performed you understood why he was considered the idol of idols. He moved so effortlessly, singing his heart out, and having fun with his brothers. His boxy grin never left his face, he truly was in his element when he performed. You understood everyone's infatuation with him. It was so easy to fall in love with Kim Taehyung, even from a distance. Without knowing who he truly was. You couldn't blame yourself anymore for falling for him.

Meeting his bandmates after the concert leaves you a nervous wreck. However, the six members you haven't met yet greet you like an old friend as you walk backstage with Yeontan in your arms. They all hug you tightly, poking fun at Taehyung for keeping you hidden from them for a couple of months. Tae takes Yeontan from you as he observes how you get along with his brothers. He knew you were going to fit right in, your bubbly personality showing as you laugh at their stories and go along with their craziness. He decides at that moment that he has to come clean. No more secrets, he has to lay everything out for you, so that you can live your life together for a very long time.

"We need to talk," he says as soon as you arrive back at his apartment and your stomach sinks. He seems serious and you can't help but panic, instantly thinking of the worst. He surely was not breaking up with you right after you met his bandmates? Did you say something wrong? Did the whole thing not go as well as you thought it did?

"Are you breaking up with me?" you ask, your voice weak as you try to swallow the lump that you formed in your throat.

"What?!" he panics too "Hell no. But you might after I tell you what I want to," he says shyly.

"Go on." you say as you take a seat on the couch. He follows your lead, sitting close to you, Yeontan sitting in the middle, curiously moving his head between you. Taehyung takes a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly.

"What if I told you none of it was accidental and the first night that I saw you nothing was gonna stop me?" he begins "You and I ended up in the same room at the same time. I saw you meeting with Nari after her shift one night in front of the HYBE building. I felt drawn towards you even after seeing you for a few minutes. The next day I went to her, begging her to let the two of us meet. It was because of me that she dragged you to that party at that club. I knew you were going to be there that night. I searched the whole place for you and walked up to the bar with the sole intention of talking to you. She invited you for lunch the day you met Yeontan, because I asked her to, I wanted to see you so bad and I didn't know how to bring it up. I let Tannie free in the cafeteria so that I could watch him interact with you to make sure that he would like you. I got Nari a picture with all the guys' signatures so she could tell me what your favorite food was for our first date. I searched the internet for the meaning of different kinds and colors of flowers. Jagi, you always talk a great deal about how your and my meeting was destined to happen. That we are meant to be with each other, a higher power leading us to meet. This is the first time I felt the need to confess, everything happened because I was scheming. I laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line, and now you're mine. I was so drawn to you, that I knew I needed to do everything in my power to make you my girlfriend. In the end, it was all worth it because I'm irreversibly in love with you, Y/n."

He couldn't look you in the eyes during his monologue, but as the last sentence leaves his pretty lips, his eyes find yours and he's surprised to see a wide grin on your face. You knew the entire time. You knew he was a mastermind.

"Baby, I knew that the whole time." you laugh and Taehyung seems genuinely confused. "I knew something was fishy when Nari tried to drag me to a HYBE party, one she refused to go to adamantly before. When we were having lunch, I saw you as you let go of Yeontan. I knew you were behind everything, however, that doesn't mean that we're not meant to be with each other, silly. It doesn't mean that we weren't destined to meet by a higher power. I'm in love with you too, Kim Taehyung. Nothing can change that, sweetheart. You're stuck with me."

All you did was smile, because Kim Taehyung is a mastermind. And now you're his.

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