#sigh there's a reason why he's still my favourite after like 2 years

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Stacy’s mom pt 2

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Pt 1 here

A/N: Hellloo👀 it wasn’t planned but…here’s a pt two of stacys mom because, well…no reason. I just really liked the first part and a few people wanted another part so😉😋 please reblog and leave feedback 🙏

Summary: Steve finally turned 21. And he still remembers your words. Come back when you’re 21. So what next?

Warnings: older reader, Steve is 21, teasing, alcohol consumption (just one wine glass each), oral sex m receiving, slight daddy kink, cum play, cum marking, squirting , p in v, unprotected sex, doubts, insecurities

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

And that’s how you found yourself here. Getting ready for a date with Steve Rogers. Your daughters old highschool friend. God, was that pathetic? Was it weird? You couldn’t decide how you thought about it, but with every word it got worse and worse.

Sighing you looked at yourself in your favourite blue dress. You had worn it years ago to a date-which had turned out into you being dumped. From then on you hadn’t worn this dress but you also remember how much Steve had liked it-yeah, he had never been subtle about his crush. Not even a bit. A smile crept onto your lips when you remembered his many compliments, and also hated how your ex-husbands surname sounded from his lips.

“Oh wow, Mrs Dupont you look amazing. This colour makes your eyes pop-and the make up, incredible. Any man would be happy to take you out on a date. I’m sure he’ll- ouch Stacy! Don’t kick me-“

“Aren’t you tired of wearing high heels all the time? I mean, I get it, your legs are beautiful with them but even without you’d look good-“

“Is that a new haircut? It suits your face so good, Mrs Dupont”

You also remembered how Stacy had pulled him away or kicked him under the table at that, making you cringe slightly. What would she think of it? What if she’d be mad? That’s not even a question. Of course she’ll be mad. You’re twice his age and to that he was Stacys friend-or is? You had no idea. God, you had no idea what the hell you were doing.

Ten minutes before eight a car pulled up at your house and the door bell rang only a few minutes later. Walking over to door you looked one last time in the mirror in the hallway, pulling your eyebrows slightly together. God…People would rather assume you’re his mother. Which you could be looking at the age gap. Sighing you brushed your hand over your cheek to the corner of your eye, where already some smile wrinkles appeared.

Why was Steve so attracted to you? He waited three years to go on a date with you…

For some reason it warmed your chest a bit. It was actually really flattering.

Opening the door you gasped in surprise, a huge bouquet of roses beeing held up tight to your face. “Hello”, Steve’s gentle voice and smile made your heart flutter. “Hello, Stevie, you got me flowers?”, I asked in surprise, not remembering the last time I become a bouquet like that, probably somewhat in the begging of your marriage with Stacys father.

You saw a little blush creep over Steve’s face, even though most of it was hidden by the beard. “Yeah, you deserve nice things…”, he smiled when you took the bouquet and walked back into the house, leaving the door open for him. He followed you into the kitchen where you looked for a vase, after finding one filling it with water and putting on the table with the roses, “thank you, they’re beautiful”, you smiled, your gaze falling from the flowers to Steve.

Steve was eye candy from the higher shelf, he looked incredible, dressed in a suit and black button down. His beard was trimmed and the hair in a neat hairstyle . Nothing was out of place, not one small wrinkle or hair strand. But what him made look so good was probably the bashful and nervous smile as he looked you up and down. Steve loved your dress years ago and still did now. He had always dreamed of you at his arm in that dress. The colour was one of his favourite, maybe after tonight his favourite.

Coming closer Steve carefully placed his hands on your waist and leaned down, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You had to be honest…it made your heartbeat quicken like never before from just a single kiss, to that on the cheek. It was sweet. Innocent. Just a small peck. He wasn’t demanding or trying to be in any way pushy.

“Let’s go, I made a reservation for us”, steve smiled, holding out his arm for you to take. A smile crept onto your lips as you wrapped your fingers around his biceps, unintentionally squeezing a bit more than necessary. Jesus, his arm felt- no, stop lusting over him.

Head shaking over yourself you let Steve lead you to his car-a truck, not something you liked driving in, but you wouldn’t complain. You knew the young kids liked trucks-god, did you just refer to him as young kid?

It actually surprised you when he opened the car door for you and helped you step into the car-but you were really thankful for that seeing how high the car was.

When Steve started the engine the radio immediately turned on, some older song playing. A few seconds later you recognised the melody to be ‘a long, long time’ which made you smile to yourself. Steve listened to that kind of music? Oldies? Huh. That was quiete the surprise…but a good one. An old soul in a young body, maybe.

“I like the song, Is it your Playlist?”, you then asked, looking form the side at the blond man. He smiled lightly, nodding. “Yes, I love that type of music…it’s just…I dunno, it’s calming”, he explained, turning the volume a bit higher.

Most of the car ride was spent quietly with both of you humming to the music that was from his surprisingly good playlist.

Around twenty minutes later you arrived at a rather higher praised restaurant that you definitely hadn’t expected from him, but it did make you feel nicely treated-not because of how classy and expensive this place was-more because of how much Steve wanted to impress you on the first date. Not that it was necessary because…this wouldn’t be going any further, right? Just one date and that’s all.

Just when you wanted to open the door Steve took your hand. “No-wait”, with that he quickly left the car, before walking around and opening the door for you and holding out his phone to you.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you placed your hand in his palm, for a second a thought occurred to you; how long did it take for Steve to stop being such a gentleman in a relationship? You’d never find it out….but it still made you curious. Your ex husband had stopped treating you like that soon after the pregnancy.

When you stepped out of the car Steve closed the door and you both walked to the restaurant, where a waitress walked up to you and lead you to your table. Steve pulled your chair back for you, then sat down in front of you. All this time he had a big smile on his lips as he watched you.

Happy and completely content about finally having you taken out on a date. It was a indescribable feeling.

The waitress gave you both menus, her gaze glued to Steve so long she nearly hit you with one of the menus. Of course she was watching him. She had no idea he was your date. She maybe even assumed he was…your son. God, this was a mistake. A huge mistake.

Sighing you looked down at the menu as the waitress asked what you’d want to drink. “Please the [_____] red wine for me and for Appetizer the fried jalapeños with breadsticks”, you said and looked back at Steve who was already looking at you. “Is it okay if I Take something alcoholic? We will be here for a while so you don’t have to worry about me being drunk or anything”, he made sure before ordering.

You thought about it for a second and nodded, then. If your evening would turn out shorter you could drive, you weren’t planning on anything besides the glass of wine. “Good, then red wine for me, too. And bruschetta for Appetizer”, Steve ordered, smiling at the young woman.

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, before smiling at him bashfully. “Well…Im sure you’re allowed to drink but I have to follow the rules, so may I see your ID?”, she asked making the both of you blush. You immediately looked down, hiding your face a bit behind your open menu.

Steve took out his wallet, reaching for his ID which she immediately took and looked over for longer than necessary-you could feel her gaze on you for a moment, but when you looked up she was already smiling at Steve again.

“Okay Steve, a wine it is, I’ll bring you your food and wine soon, if that’s all. Anything for you, ma’am?” Hearing her refer to you that way made you feel even worse than before and you were 100% sure she did it on purpose.

It was a huge mistake to go on a date with a man this mich younger. Closer to being a teenager than a man, if you had to be honest. And Steve had to know it too. How could he feel comfortable with you on a date? The waitress probably assumed you were his mother. Or maybe she was now laughing with her friends about-

Steve’s gentle touch at your wrist made you look up from the menu, which you hadn’t been even really looking at. You had no idea for how long you’ve been staring at the same page without having read a single word.

“Don’t do this…don’t overthink it, please…let’s just enjoy the evening”, said Steve gently, holding your wrist. His own menu was already put aside. “I’m sorry Steve, it’s just…you’ve seen how she looked at us-or rather me. At you she was looking with heart-eyes”, you mumbled while putting your own menu now aside, too.

Steve bit his bottom lip at your words, hiding a small smile. It sounded a bit…like you were jealous. Of course he knew you meant the age difference, but he couldn’t stop himself from slowly grinning more. “Oh come on, I don’t care about what she said-and you shouldn’t either”, he said, slowly brushing his hand over yours and squeezing.

“You have no idea how happy I am that you agreed to the date, I…actually thought you would have changed your mind at this point-or maybe that you’d already be with someone. A woman like you should be alone. You should be cherished by the right man”, he kissed your knuckles, all this time looking in your eyes.

And for the first time since you couldn’t remember when, you blushed over a man’s compliment.

A quiet ‘oh’ escaped your lips while you slowly started smiling a bit bashfuly. “Thank you, Stevie, that’s…really kind.” You wanted to add something more when the waitress came to your table, putting down the wine glasses forcefully making you both pull back in surprise. You both hadn’t even noticed her coming.

“I’ll get your Appetizer in a minute”, she smiled at Steve, not acknowledging you before once again leaving you two alone.

Steve watched her with furrowed eyebrows before scoffing quietly. “That was rude”, he said, his gaze back on you. He slid his hand along the table closer to you, his palm up. Inviting. You were uncertain if you should take his hand, knowing the young waitress would be back soon, but in the end you decided to gently place your hand in his.

He smiled at you happily, his eyes carrying a happy glimmer in them. “What have you decided to order? For the main course?”, Steve asked, adding after, “I’m thinking about the steak with fries.”

“Hmm, at first I thought about the salmon but steak sounds good…maybe I’ll take the steak instead”, you thought, looking into the menu once again. “Oh or shrimps…god, I don’t know I’ll take what the chef recommends. That way I won’t have to decide”, you laughed, shaking you head at your own inability to choose.

Steve chuckled and opened his mouth to answer but the waitress from before came. “So what would be for the main course?”, she smiled at Steve, before looking at you for a second but then quickly back at the blond.

“For my beautiful lady what the chef recommends and for me the steak”, said Steve without hesitation, squeezing your hand when he noticed how unsure and insecure you seemed because of the young woman.

She seemed to be speechless for a second, before nodding and writing the meals down. “Of course. Anything else?”, this time her gaze was stubbornly glued to her little notebook, not wanting to look at neither Steve or you.

When she finally left Steve couldn’t hold back the small giggle before winking at you. You still were slightly speechless from what he had said…his beautiful lady. That was…

He was really a sweet guy.

A part of you knew you shouldn’t feel this thrilled and happy, but another part was falling for him faster than you imagined possible.

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You stayed at the restaurant for about two hours, enjoying your meal and the many interesting or silly conversations you had. All this time you weren’t interrupted anymore, or if you were then by a different person than the girl from before.

After you two ate your food and even dessert Steve paid for everything-surprising you, which you tried not to show. You hadn’t really expected him to pay for everything even if he was the one who had invited you to the date.

While leaving the restaurant Steve wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you to the car. Once again he opened the doors and helped you into the car, a true gentleman. On your way back home he turned on the same playlist as before, this time a bit quieter.

Even when you arrived at your home he helped you out of the car, walking you to the door and waiting till you opened the door. He didn’t pressure you into walking in after you when you opened the door, he just stood there and smiled at you, his hand burried in his pockets.

“I…I had a really great time tonight”, he said, now much more nervous than during the whole evening. That was the part where you’d tell him it couldn’t happen again. This was there part where you broke his heart, this time for real, without any hopes for the future.

And yet something different left your lips. “Do you want to come in?”

It seemed to have caught you both off guard, but Steve nodded slowly, once again starting to smile at you. “Yeah, I’d love to”, he said and stepped into your house when you walked in. He closed the door behind himself and turned around to you.

Once again to your both surprise you grabbed his button down and pulled him closer to you, your chest touching, his arms immediately wrapping around your middle as you crashed your lips into his, kissing him passionately.

He gasped in surprise, but kissed back, even though slightly more sloppy, not having been prepared for it at all. You leaned back for a second, searching for any sign of discomfort or reason to stop, but before you could change your mind Steve leaned down again, kissing you even more enthusiastically.

You couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped your lips when your back hit the wall with a light thud, Steve’s hands sliding to your behind before lifting you onto his hips. Automatically you wrapped your legs around his middle.

The last time someone had lifted you like this was a long time ago-and never did it happen so effortlessly, which kinda gave you a little confidence boost and also woke some primal part of your brain up that wanted to feel his strength in every position possible.

God. You were so lusting over him.

“Holy shit, Stevie-“, you gasped when he started kissing your neck, walking with you to the living room, his shoulder bumping into the door frame. “Wait-bedroom, go to the-the bedroom”, you gasped out, pressing his face further into your neck.

He looked up at you, pulling his eyebrows together. “Really?”, he asked quietly, confusing you slightly. “Yeah, really. It’ll be more comfortable.”

In the bedroom Steve carefully put you down on the bed, leaning over you and once again kissing passionately. This time it was a bit softer than before. When he let go of you once again he smiled down at you, standing up again and taking off his suit jacket, throwing it on your armchair.

He then looked back at you, his hands trembling as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Everything okay, Stevie?”, you asked, sitting up and pulling him a bit closer, still looking up at him.

“More than okay-I’m-I’m really happy about this evening, I’m just…nervous. I’ve never been with an experienced woman like you and- ""But it’s not your first time ever, is it?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

He slowly shook his head, his hands stopping unbuttoning the shirt as he got to the middle. “No, not my first time but…I only had sex two times”, he said, burying his hands in his pants pockets.

You slide to the edge of your bed, your hands brushing over his thighs up to his stomach and you slowly open the rest of his shirt. “Do you want to continue?” Before you even finished the question he was already nodding furiously, watching as your hands slid down, over his bulge. A quiet moan escaped his lips and you couldn’t stop the grin creeping on your lips.

“Have you ever had someone suck you off?”

His face took on a dark shade of red as he slowly shook his head. “No”, he mumbled, watching as your hands slowly opened his belt and zipper, pushing his pants down.

“Would you like me to do it?”, just like before he nodded furiously, making you laugh quietly. Your giggles quietened as soon as you pushed down his boxershorts, his cock springing free, not even fully straightening from the weight. Fuck. He was huge. Definitely not how you had imagined him-not that you have done it often but…still.

It was a surprise.

A good one.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, your palm not even fully closing around him as you slowly pumped him, the pre cum immediately leaking from his tip into your palm, making the movements a bit smoother.

His hand brushed through your hair when you leaned down and licked over his slit, making him moan quietly. The feeling of your wet and warm tongue indescribable. You licked along his shaft to his balls, pushing his cock against his stomach to have better access to his tense balls.

You hadn’t done much and he was already ready to burst. How cute. “Stevie you gotta hold it back for a bit longer so I can really make you feel good”, you grinned seductively, before sucking one of his balls into your mouth, your tongue playing with him before once again letting go with a loud plop.

He gasps quietly, nodding. “Y-yeah. I’ll try to”, he moaned again when you slowly started suckling at his head taking him deeper and deeper with every movement of your head, your hand rhythmically moving with your head making sure no part of his Beautiful cock was left out. Your other hand played with his balls, palming him gently.

After tonight your jaw would be sore for days, sof be your throat but it was definitely worth it. You couldn’t wait to feel his load fill your mouth-but not yet. First you wanted to make sure he’d for ever remember every second of his first blow job. Maybe you also wanted to make sure it’d be his best, too. No other woman was supposed to make him feel good. Definitely not better than you. Maybe…you should be thinking that way, but you couldn’t stop it. You wanted for him to always remember you when another woman would suck his cock poorly.

“Oh my-fuck, can you please suck my balls again?”, he panted, stroking your hair again. When your eyes met he couldn’t stop himself from moaning quietly again, his grip on your hair tightening. He imagined this view a few times if he had to be honest with himself-but never had he imagined it would look this good.

You slurped at his cock head for a second more before licking to his balls, suckling and pulling at them. His cock rested against your face, the pre cum leaving a glistening and wet trail behind, messing up your make-up, some even dripping onto your dress.

“God you’re so beautiful-and so fucking hot”, his hand started trembling, his panting getting faster. You could already tell he was coming closer to his orgasm.

It definitely made your chest feel tinglish, for some reason you were a bit proud of what was happening. You were the person giving Steve his first blow job.

“I think-I’m close-yeah, I’m close-take off your dress-I wanna come on your tits”, he moaned, stepping one step back, his own hand wrapping around his cock as he slowly started to stroke himself, his gaze glued to you.

Fuck. This was hot.

Grinning, you opened the zipper of your dress, pushing it down till you could throw it into the floor. Steve’s gaze slid over your body, stopping at your breasts when you took off your bra.

His lips twitched upwards as he watched you play with your breasts, pulling and pinching your nipples. “You’re incredible”, he moaned, stepping a bit closer to you again-his cock leaking pre cum onto your tits and then stomach when you leaned back on your elbows.

He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm his breath before looking once again at you. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth slightly agape, his grip around his cock quick and tight. “Open your mouth for daddy’s load”, slipped past his lips, making him immediately blush. Just when he wanted to open his mouth again you chuckled quietly.

“Sure, daddy, I want your cock. Give me your cock, daddy”, you whispered back, keeping an amused grin to yourself. At least you tried to, but seeing Steve blush deepen you knew you didn’t succeed.

A silent moan escaped him as he was thrown to his peak, your words still freshly in his mind. He liked the sound of the word ‘daddy’ on your lips. “Oh fuck”, his cum hit your stomach and chest first, before he aimed higher for your face, especially your open mouth. The view of your cum stained face and body could make him bust again. This was definitely a view to remember.

As soon as he stopped orgasming he leaned down to you, cupping your face with his hands and pulling you into a breathtaking kiss, licking the cum from your lips and following the taste of himself in your mouth, “you’re fucking incredible”, he gasped into your mouth, slowly leaning over your body and pressing you further into the bed.

You grinned against his lips, pushing down his button down from his shoulders, revealing his beautifully sculpted body. “Oh god” “just Steve is enough”, he giggled at his pun, making you laugh quietly too. Your hands slid along his chest. “Wow, I remember-“ you bit your bottom lip at your next words. “I remember when you were still so skinny and rather…lanky”, you mumbled. How quickly time had passed…

Now that you were once again reminded of the age difference you weren’t sure if you really should be sleeping with Steve. You tried to tell yourself it would be just a one time thing. Something that wouldn’t matter to both of you, but….you could tell it was a lie. You weren’t sure what exactly feelings you had for Steve, but it was definitely more than just something platonic or lust.

During the whole evening you had a lot of fun with him-and you knew you’d have more, but not only sexually. Just talking and laughing was enough when it was with Steve.

“Are you okay?” Steve's quiet whisper brought you back as he gently brushed his palm over your arm. You hadn’t even noticed when he had laid down next to you instead of being above you. A small smile twitched over your lips as you nodded slowly. “Yes, it’s just ....I'm not sure what happens next-” Steve opened his mouth, slightly confused looking, but you quickly shook your head, “-not the sec part, silly. What would happen after? we can’t be together-I’m too old for you. People would watch our every step, everything we’d do together in public-they’d judge-and I don’t think you’d like to be with me forever. The difference is already noticeable, I have already some gray hairs and you-you’re so young and good looking.”

Sighing you closer your eyes when Steve brushed over your hair and pulled you closer. “I really don’t care about that…I like you. It doesn’t has to be…labelled…let’s just be with each other, we don’t have to be together…”, he mumbled, slowly kissing your cheeks down to his neck.

“Don’t think about it…let’s just enjoy it”, he smiled against your skin, leaving soft kisses behind. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your lips as he pulled you even closer, your bodies pressed together, sharing the warmth of your skin. “This night is ours and what happens next…doesn’t matter”, he kissed you on the lips, passionately and rather…loving.

You slowly pushed him onto his back, throwing your leg over his hips. The feeling of his already hard cock poking against your leg made you grin a bit. You forgot how it was to be with a guy Steve’s age.

“You feel so good…Daddy”, you grinned against his ear, feeling a bashful smile on his lips as he kissed your neck again. “Stop it…”, he giggled looking at you again, his cheeks being already deep red. You smiled smugly, kissing his cheeks. “But it’s true, daddy”, you mocked him quietly, letting his dick side between your folds as you started grinding against him.

“Such a big cock for me, daddy”, you moaned into his ear, once again, mocking him. It was cute. Steve having a daddy kink…seeing how big the age gap was.

You wrapped your fingers around him, positioning him at your wet cunt. “Come on, make me feel it, daddy”, whenever you addressed him mockingly his blush deepened, a bashful smile crept onto his lips which was quickly replaced by a frown in pleasure as you slowly sank onto his cock.

When you were finally seated, his cock stretched your cunt perfectly, hitting and rubbing against every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck-so good”, you moaned bouncing lightly, trying to adjust to his size. You really couldn’t remember the last time you had been with a guy like Steve.

A few seconds later you started moving more, lifting yourself nearly fully up before slowly coming down again, gasping as his cock head rubs along your walls.

Steve himself couldn’t stop his moans anymore, grabbing your hips and fucking into you quicker, harder. “Oh fuck-yes-just like that”, you moaned in surprise, supporting yourself with your hands against his chest, your nails digging into his sculpted pecks, leaving behind red marks.

A small grin crept onto his lips as he noticed your surprised reaction. Steve wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you down onto his chest and slamming his cock deep in your quivering cunt, hitting your g-spot every time.

“Steve-I’m close-“, you moaned into his neck, your hands grabbing everything in reach-mostly his chest or the sheets. You felt your whole world collapse when the sudden g-spot orgasm rushed over you, your whole body shaking in Steve’s arms, your cunt squeezing him and pulling him in. Your juices gushed around his cock, making a mess.

You felt overwhelmed with every coming thrusts, still brushing your overstimulated g-spot. Steve’s grunts and moans close to your ear letting you know he was also getting closer to his orgasm.

It took Steve a few thrusts before his own body twitched, his load painting your pulsing and sensitive walls, all the cum leaking around his dick making an even bigger mess than before. Your and Steve thighs were covered in a mix of your releases, your sheets were dirty with cum.

And you felt better than ever.

A quiet laugh escaped your lips as you buried your face into Steve’s neck, inhaling his cologne. The smell being the same as years ago when Steve had hugged you to wish you a happy birthday-you remembered liking his smell. You still did.

Steve’s hands brushed along your back, scratching you gently before he slowly turned with you onto the side, his softening cock slipping from your messy cunt, making both of you gasp in pleasure and sensitivity.

“Let me get you a bit cleaned up”, Steve whispered against your forehead. You could feel the smile on his lips, the happiness in his voice.

And you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

A blush crept to your cheeks when Steve pushed you onto your back and admired his messy work. The cum was still leaking from your cunt every time your walls throbbed, pushing out the mix of releases, “that’s so hot”, he mumbled, before leaning down and licking along your slit, getting a surprised moan from you.

“Wait-what-“ “I told you I’d clean you up-“, Steve grinned from between your legs before once again continuing, licking along your slit, dipping his tongue in your sensitive cunt. Quiet and needy whines escaped your lips as you grabbed onto his hair. “I thought you meant-something different”, you were interrupted by your own moan when his nose brushed your clit.

You hadn’t been eaten out in a long time, especially not with someone who actually wanted to do it-and Steve seemed very eager about laping and slurping at your cunt, his tongue pushing into you as deep as possible, following your taste. There was definitely lack of experience, but his eagerness made up for it. You were curious how many times he had done it before-but it was no time to ask.

Even though you felt unbelievably good, you also felt too overstimulated and another orgasm felt like it’d be too much for you, so you gently pushed his head away.

The sight made your cunt throb again. His cheeks were covered by a small blush, probably from the lack of oxygen since he really didn’t want to let go for a second from your cunt, his beard glistening, his pupils blown wide. Just when he wanted to dive in again you held him back by the hair. “I’m too sensitive”, you said apologizing, making you both chuckle quietly.

Steve nodded and sat up again, his cock already being half hard again but he ignored it. “I’ll clean up a bit, bring us some water and then we can…sleep? If you’d…if you’d like for me to stay. I get it if you’re not interested in more and if so, then I’ll leave-“ “stay…Steve, please stay tonight”, you interrupted him, taking his hand gently in yours.

He looked down at your hands for a second before coming back to your face. His lips twitched to a smile and he nodded. After giving you a quick peck on the lips Steve went to the bathroom, cleaning himself a bit before grabbing a water bottle from your fridge.

When he walked back into the room you had changed the sheets and were laying beneath the comforter, already being close to falling asleep. A bashful smile crept onto his lips as he slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, not being sure what to do.

You smiled up at him, pulling the comforter back and patting the space next to you. “I like cuddles after sex”, you whispered, the two of you blushing like teenagers after their first time. In a way you felt exactly like that.

Steve pulled you into an embrace, kissing your head gently before closing his eyes.

You both had no idea how happy you both were right now. After years of pining and fantasies Steve finally had his dream woman in his arms and you felt happy having a man who actually cared about you. The last time you felt this happy was in the beginning of your marriage…which would now be over twenty years ago, “good night”, whispered Steve into your hair, interrupting your thoughts.

“Good night, Stevie…or should i say daddy?”, you whispered, a smirk creeping on your lips. Without looking up you knew Steve was blushing. “I…got carried away for a moment”, he chuckled slightly embarrassed but still smiling into your hair.

It didn’t take you two long to fall asleep after the amazing, yet exhausting date. You haven’t been with such an enthusiastic man in a long time and it did take a turn on you.

Your sleep was interrupted in the morning by the slam of the front door. “Hi, mom! Are you home?”, you heard Stacys steps coming closer to your room.

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“you’re a softie.”

Rosa Diaz x teen daughter! reader

warnings: mentions/descriptions of anxiety, medical gaslighting, chronic pain & illness

in which, rosa gets a call from reader’s school that she hates to receive.

part 2 here!

rosa’s always been a private person, you knew her reasons for not telling her friends about you. however, it wasn’t exactly like it ever came up after all the (very limited) knowledge they had about your mother. but of course, one person on the 99th precinct squad was the exception- captain holt.

the day was going by as per usual, until diaz abruptly went onto the terrace to answer a phone call. the noise startles the relatively quiet bullpen, but they resumed their respective work tasks. “what’s going on with rosa?”

“hm?” amy asks, still distracted by her paperwork.

“rosa seems very…i dunno. have we ever seen her showing this much emotion on her face? that isn’t annoyance or anger?” jake shrugs, pointing at rosa who was currently on the phone with you.

“she doesn’t look happy though. that can’t be good.” amy seethed. just as she finished her sentence, rosa reenters the bullpen and was immediately headed for holt’s office. she knocks, he allows her to enter.

“diaz. how may i help you?”

“my daughter called me. i need to take her home from school. her symptoms have been flaring up for awhile. i don’t want her to get hurt if she makes her own way home.”

“very well. i understand. how much time do you need?”

“can i clock out now? i’m not sure if i need to take her to the hospital or not because she’s not really talking to me- i’ll stay later tomorrow and do whatever task you assign me.” rosa promised.

“hand over the work on your desk to me and you may clock out.” holt decided.

“thanks.” rosa swiftly walked to her desk to grab the small stack of files and turned it in to holt, then left the precinct without another word.

————

“i can’t believe you won’t let me get a car.” rosa scoffs playfully.

“and let you part ways with your motorcycle? I couldn’t possibly do that.”

“i can have both, you know?” rosa bit back a smile, “are you sure you don’t want me to get us a cab home?”

“hurts, but eh.” you shrug.

“hospital?”

“just let me curl up in bed for a couple days, they’ll just hook me up to an iv and give me the same meds i have at home.” you sigh, “i’m due for an mri in two weeks anyway- i can tough it out till then.” rosa pulls you to the side, “i don’t want you to tough it out. your doctor already said that if the pain suddenly worsens and persists you can go in to see her.”

“i can, but i won’t.”

“you amaze me.” rosa huffs, “flareups cause you a 8-9 out of 10 pain and you can walk, spend a whole day out.”

“all thanks to the whole year of medical gaslighting. had to learn how to function with the symptoms.”

you two board the subway and rosa spots a seat. she nudges you to sit down but you refused. “sit. down.” she insisted. “fine, fine.” you gave in, she stands in front of you, keeping the conversation going to keep your mind off of the pain. “how was school today?”

“just did worksheets and asked questions if i had any. but, lunch did suck.”

“why? someone give you trouble?”

“no, the food was revolting.”

rosa lets out a soft laugh, “is there anything i can do to make you feel better?”

“i already had you abandon your work at 2pm. i feel bad as it is. i could’ve went home myself.”

“yeah, i’m not risking that.” rosa scoffs, “nice try.”

“how about a slice of pizza from your favourite place? or two?” rosa suggests.

“if you want.” you shrug, tired.

getting off the subway, she leads you to your favourite pizza place - it was a short walk. pushing the door open, the bell above the door tinkles. “hey, y/n!” the usual counter staff, ana, spotted you. “ay, rough day?”

“she’s not feeling well.” rosa answered on your behalf.

“pobrecita.” ana frowns, “usual order?”

“yep.” rosa nodded curtly, “2 slices sausage. 2 slices pepperoni.”

“of course, just a minute.” the older lady smiled. rosa paid, then took you to the side to wait away from, the crowd. she had a protective arm around you. “i’ll be fine.” you glanced up at her. “i don’t care. you’re my baby.” to you, this was the norm, but still quite rare. you just knew her coworkers would kill to hear this interaction.

after picking up your order, you and rosa resumed your journey home. the last stretch was a nine minute walk from the pizza place. once at home, you excused yourself and went to change into your favourite loungewear set. that made you feel a tad better: to be out gross sweaty clothes. soon after you emerged from, your bedroom, rosa walked out from hers donning a plain black tank top and a pair of matching leggings.

“let’s eat.” rosa tilted her head toward the dining area. you walk over before she did and laid the table. “ana gave us free garlic knots and sauce again.”

“she always does that when you go there with me.” she smirked. you chuckled, sitting down. “didn’t you tell her to stop doing that?”

“i did, but she likes giving you a little treat. her words, not mine.” rosa shrugged, “the lady’s happy. let her do it. she’s been there since before i had you- she’s kinda like another abuelita of yours. besides, she won’t take my money. i tried to pay her back for the extras she gave, but she wouldn’t take it.”

you fought back a laugh, “what?”

“it’s true.” she places the box containing the pepperoni pizza in front of you, “she’s been there for years.”

“i know.” the laughter mellows out and you quietly ate your slice, your mind drifts off. rosa caught you spacing out almost instantly. you caught her gaze for a moment, “i’m fine. just trying not to think about anything at all, actually.”

she shrugs. “how was work?”

“the recent cases are nothing too intense so i won’t be working too much overtime, i hope. it was a good day, though.”

“good. why?”

you saw that subtle glimmer in her eyes, “you know, don’t you? you just want me to say it.”

you gave her cheeky grin as you chewed your food.

“ha! some things really don’t change.” she remarked, “you always gave me this…grin even when you were really little.”

“you’re a softie.” you teased her. she purses her lips together, her attempt of trying not to smile or laugh. which failed - the corner of her lips tug into a small smile.

“take a nap after this.” she changes the subject abruptly.

“okay, softie.” you pout.

————

the remainder of yesterday went by like clockwork during a flareup for you. so it was uneventful in rosa’s opinion, and she was glad to be back at work the next day because that meant you were in less pain than you were before. “why’d you leave work so early yesterday?”

“not talking about that, jake.” she told him absentmindedly, focused on her computer screen.

“oookay.”

“i’m not kidding.” she glares at him. he rolls back to his desk on his chair, “i’m gonna keep bothering you till i find out~”

“not gonna happen.”

“diaz, my office.” holt stepped into the bullpen briefly. rosa followed him inside silently. “you don’t have to work over time this evening.”

“i can.”

“there is no need.” holt reiterated, “there isn’t any paperwork that needs to be done.”

“okay.” rosa acknowledges with a nod, “is there anything else?”

“yes, how is your daughter doing?” he asked, which caught rosa by surprise.

“better. she’s at school again.”

“that is good to hear. dismissed.”

as soon as rosa shut holt’s office door behind herself, jake returned with the same question. “shut up.” rosa’s phone beeps, jake beats her to it. “oh! your phone’s not on silent mode like it usually would.” he peeks at the screen, “oh my god, rosa-”

“what?” rosa deadpanned, “give it back.”

scared, jake handed the device over. but it wasn’t just that. rosa’s been way more guarded up ever since your recent diagnosis of this chronic illness— which your doctor told you was a rare disease. by the name of aggressive fibromatosis. something apparently ‘harmless’ but has been the root cause of your pain and sleepless nights. the name alone terrified you, even rosa. but more so when she sees you go through a flareup episode. for the first time in her life, she felt helpless. she hadn’t told anyone other than holt, and he didn’t even know the specifics. it took a very long time for you to get answers. doctor after doctor brushed you off and painted you as crazy or dramatic, telling you it was either period cramps or all in your head. day after day, rosa’s anger grew but her patience depleted. she was desperate for you to get the help you needed and she was so, so relieved that you did now. but despite knowing she would probably need the help of her friends in one way or another regarding your situation, she was still choosing to keep this to herself.

but, you were absolutely right about one thing. she was softie. but only you have seen this side of her, and maybe arlo- but he was a puppy. which sadly passed away some time ago.

“who is she? why’s she calling you softie?” asked jake, eagerly.

“give it up, jake.“ rosa exhaled sharply, “give it up.”

“fine, softie.”

[pxrxcxa]

Opposite Ends 

Chapter Eight - A Brief Moment Of Happiness

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt 1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Nine is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 10 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Just a whole lot of fluff and a little bit of smut

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | As always, if you've read the entire chapter then thank you for reading! I had to cut it off here otherwise we were going to end up with a 20 k word count chapter, that's why Eddie's POV is short - but I figured you deserve one nice chapter of happiness before I break mine & your hearts - I hope you enjoyed this sweet chapter cause 9 is where it all kicks off :( Love always P. x 🌻

Y/N | December 1985 

I had very nearly decided to skip out on the last day of school before Christmas break, my bedroom was a disaster site as it reflected my frustrations of the morning. The bare hangers in my closet rattled lightly as I tore shirts off of them, my mom had nearly caught the scalloped edge of a winter coat as I sent it flying across the room when she had come to ask what I wanted for breakfast. I had even nearly landed myself in the emergency room as I tripped on a pile of jeans, catching myself on the corner of my desk with my hand before my head bashed into the sharp corner of it. That still hadn’t stopped me from trying on everything I owned. Twice. 

The golden light from the quickly rising sun spilled through my window as I stared at myself in my bedroom mirror, enlightening the swirling dust particles around me. My current outfit was hanging too loosely on my frame, doing absolutely nothing to accentuate my slight curves. I sighed, my blood shot eyes reflecting my hangover. I originally thought it was humorous that I could out smoke almost everyone I knew, but it only took me three shots to get me drunk enough to lose all my inhibitions. It was less funny when I was curled around our toilet at two am this morning. 

A light pink flushed my cheeks as the memories that had seared themselves into my brain permanently, flashed behind my eyelids. The blurry image of Eddie gently unwrapping my arms from around his neck as I begged him not to stop, his deep voice layered with lust as he refused me. Telling me that if we were going to sleep together, he would rather me be one hundred percent sober for it. 

His words had paralysed me, echoing in my mind and keeping me silent through the entire ride as Eddie drove me home in his van, the scent of what had transpired between us moments before still lingering in the air. I couldn’t tell if he meant that he regretted that I was slightly intoxicated during it or the fact that what happened between us had occurred at all. Each soundless second of the drive becoming heavier with tension until I felt like my nerves would snap at the slightest pressure. I distracted myself by watching the frost-bitten bare trees flit past my window, their swaying branches sending dancing shadows through the windshield. 

It didn’t last very long before I turned back to Eddie. His knuckles whitened as his hands tightened around the steering wheel when he felt my eyes on his face, suddenly becoming too focused on the road. I took advantage over his refusal to meet my gaze, studying the outline of his perfect side portfolio. His slightly parted lips were fuller than mine and he had that type of perfect straight nose with a cute upwards curl at the tip that had all the high school girls begging their parents to pay for a nose job. His voice cut through the stillness sharply, making me jump. 

“Staring is considered rude y’know y/n.” I clasped my hands together in my lap, chewing on my bottom lip. 

“Yeah.” I muttered unashamedly, staring at his lashes caressing his brows as he narrowed them. 

“What’s wrong.” The van drifted into the opposite lane slightly as he turned to look at me quickly. I avoided his eyes, staring into the illuminated darkness from his headlights. 

I recognised the street sign as we pulled off a main road, making my words flow easier since I figured we were close to my house, and I could escape soon if necessary. “Are you mad at me?” I asked after a slight pause. 

He jolted in his seat slightly as dark eyes turned to stare at me incredulously. “What? Why would I be angry with you.” Guilt curled around my heart as I prepared myself for his answer. 

“Because of what happened tonight… And everything else.” I dug my sharp nails into my palms at my side, forcing myself to breathe as Eddie considered my words. He slowed down as we turned onto my street, the dark outlines of my house in the distance growing closer. 

“I mean, yeah there’s probably some stuff we should talk about. But tonight?” He creased his eyebrows together and flicked his tongue over his lips, letting the van come to a crawl as a nearby streetlight washed over us. “Y/n I thought you were angry with me. I didn’t want you to feel like I took advantage over you, I should have waited until a night where you hadn’t been engaging in underage drinking.” His eyes flashed back to me, wordlessly reprimanding me but I was hanging onto his every word. 

“Is that why you said no when I-?” My heart throbbed as he cut me off.

“You deserve better than a quick fuck in some dirty carpark of a dive bar y/n.” His free hand clenched in his lap as he drove with one hand, tilting his head against the headrest, causing his curls to fall back to expose his neck. 

“But I couldn’t resist you completely, I had been fantasising about doing that to you for weeks, months really. I’ve been trying to figure out what to say to you, how to apologise –“ I cut his words off as I placed my cold hand on his cheek, our skin burned together as the blush on his face grew hotter beneath my touch. 

I waited until his van rolled to a stop at the bottom of my driveway, he quickly switched his lights off, so nosey parents weren’t alerted to our arrival. Darkness poured into our seats from all sides, shrouding us in a secure blanket of safety that nothing could penetrate. Eddie turned in his seat, so he was facing me completely, leaning into my hand as my fingers traced the soft skin over his cheekbone. 

I moved my hand to tap his chin up lightly, forcing him to meet my gaze. “If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have let you. Believe me Eddie, sober or not, I wanted to.” The ferocity of my words sounded too loud in the small cabin of his van, but I needed him to hear the truth of my speech. He had relieved me from the growing angst when I assumed he was lamenting over running into me tonight, it was my turn to sooth his concerns. 

I leaned forward across the space between us, moving my hand from his face to curl around the back of his neck, bringing him closer so I didn’t have to bend so far. His eager mouth met mine passionately, moulding against my lips. He reached up to cup my face firmly, his free hand resting on my bare thigh just below my skirt line as I sighed against him. He stilled instantly as the lingering scent of whiskey filled the air around us. He reached up to pull my hand away from him, intwining his fingers around mine as he placed it on the seat beside me. 

“I think you should go inside y/n.” I rolled my eyes and slouched back against the rough fabric of the passenger chair, pulling my grasp from his and staring into the side mirror. I reached up to pat my hair down as I realised what a mess I was, my mascara had smudged under my eyes and my rose-tinted lip gloss was spread around the corners of my mouth. 

“Always so dramatic.” He laughed quietly to himself. I turned to snap at him, but his closeness caught me off guard, his seatbelt strained against his chest as he leaned towards me, his lips lightly brushing against mine as he reached past me to unlock my door. Cool night air rushed into the van as it swirled my stray hairs around my face. I shivered as Eddie pulled back, unclicking my belt for me. 

“Goodnight y/n.” He smiled cockily at me as I struggled to even my breathing, I slowly pulled my feet from the van, being careful to not dislodge any of the trash that littered the floor of my seat. I pulled my thin sweater around me tightly as I let the door close quietly, jogging around his van towards my front door. The frozen grass crunched and snapped beneath my shoes as I spun to turn back to Eddie, the sound of his creaking window reverberating into the silent night as he rolled it down. 

He loudly whispered my name as he tossed something shiny in my direction, Steve’s keys jingled as they landed in my cupped hands. I internally groaned as I pictured his face when he woke up and realised both his car and I were missing. When I had initially tried to leave the bar, Eddie had reached out to grab the end of my sweater, trapping my wrist in his grasp as I flailed despondently against his strong grip. He had laughed and snatched Steve’s keys from my fingers, twirling them around in his own as I glowered at him.

“Friends don’t let friends drive drunk y/n.” Accepting defeat I had shoved past him, storming around to the passenger side of his van and slamming the door harder than needed, trying not to let it show on my face that I was more upset at Eddie calling me his friend rather than him stopping me from driving myself home. 

I tucked them into my pocket as I looked back at his eyes, glinting brightly in the darkness. “I’ll see you at school?” My voice drifted into a higher pitch as my statement trailed off into a question. I didn’t get a response except for a wide, eye crinkling cheeky grin as Eddie’s van roared to life, the sound resonating off the rock wall at the bottom of our property. He raised his brows and jerked his chin towards my front door, a silent command passing between us. Warmth filled me as I realised he was waiting for me to make it inside safely, throwing him a sweet smile that I was sure he couldn’t see in the dim light, I turned and jogged up our angled driveway. I twisted back to watch the cloud of smoke puff from his exhaust as he chugged down my street, the sound of his favourite band drifting into the empty air. I couldn’t help the giddy smile that adorned my face as I pulled my own set of keys from my sweater, the soft sound of jangling metal echoed off the brick as I struggled to get the door unlocked. Even as I tip toed as lightly as I could through the entry way, my footsteps were still far too loud as my eyes adjusted to the outlines of familiar furniture in the pitch black. 

My hand shot up to protect my eyes as the living room light flashed on, momentarily blinding me.

“Well well well.” I lowered my arm to glare at Dustin as he spun around in one of the recliners, the family cat purring on his lap as he stroked it, looking like a scene of some evil villain from a corny movie. 

“Care to explain yourself y/n?” My own enchanted smile slid from my face as a knowing one spread across my brothers.

My bedroom door creaked as someone nudged it open, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes flashed up in the mirror to meet Dustin’s, he had his school bag slung up his shoulder and his walkie grasped in his hand. His annoyed expression was replaced with an amused one as he glanced around my room, taking in the view in front of him. 

“Shut up.” I warned him as he opened his mouth, causing a taunting laugh to explode from him. I sighed and ripped one of my better jackets off, shrugging out of it and tossing it onto my bed, reaching for my regular thread-bare jean one. Dustin doubled over as his laughter wracked him, grabbing onto the door frame for support. 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry.” He gulped between breaths, waving his hand to try to calm himself. As he eyes met mine, he lost it completely and bent over, his hands on his knees as his bag slid down his arm. 

My entire effort was undoubtedly wasted, I had no idea where Eddie and I stood after last night, he probably wouldn’t even turn up for the last day before break. And just because we – he – after what happened between us didn’t mean things had completely changed, we didn’t talk about everything what we needed to, actually we hadn’t done a lot of talking at all. I wasn’t sure what I planned on doing if he wasn’t at school this morning. We did need to speak, I figured that I could go to his trailer after school, but the memory of what happened the last time I tired that, churned uncomfortably in my abdomen. 

“What’s all this?” My mother’s sweet voice tinkled from the doorway as she stood next to Dustin, watching him wipe away his tears of amusement. 

“Nothing.” I snapped, slamming my own bag down and shoving heavy textbooks into it. “Can I just get one damn moment of privacy? Is that too much to ask for in this house.” Tension filled the air at my cruel words, regret filling me the moment they left my mouth. 

“Y/n.” She yelled, Dustin straightened up next to her as shock spread across his features, our mom never really got cranky with us, especially since dad left, but when she did, we knew we’d messed up. “Don’t you take that tone with me; I don’t know what’s been up with you the past few weeks, but you’ve been stroppy and moody and rude. It stops now.” She gestured her hand wildly around my bedroom, clicking her fingers at the piles of clothes on my floor. 

“And it’s an absolute mess in here, you’re grounded until it’s clean.” The cat appeared in the doorway, slinking in between her legs and wrapping its tail around her, she bent down to pick it up, holding my gaze disappointingly. 

Dustin quietly slunk away down the hall, undoubtedly to quickly shove his own mess out of sight to avoid a similar punishment. I relaxed my posture and turned to my mom, my face softening.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll clean it when I get home from school. Thank you for making us breakfast by the way.” I apologised, smiling at her face lighting up at my agreement to eat the food she had cooked. I heard Dustin groan from his room as she exclaimed happily, saying that she would serve up a plate for both of us before we left for school. He glowered at me as he passed my door, heading to the kitchen when our mom called out to us, I grimaced at him sarcastically, a sense of glee floating through me that I was able to get back at him slightly for laughing at me earlier. 

It was my turn to laugh as he met me at my car to drive to school, pulling handfuls of what were supposed to homemade hashbrowns, from his pockets and chucking it into the rose bushes along our driveway. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled, brushing off the crumbs from his hands as I pulled my door open. “You didn’t eat them either.” I chuckled and tossed my bag into the backseat, sliding into my car. I had just started to let it roll down the hill when I slammed on my breaks with a loud screech, sending Dustin to slam against the dashboard. 

My wide, panic-stricken eyes met Steve Harringtons raging ones in the rear-view mirror as he stood behind my car, his arms crossed as he blocked our path, my overnight bag gently swaying over his shoulder. The bike he had evidently ridden to my house was casted aside carelessly, the back wheel still spinning manically. His expression darkened as his lips pressed into a thin, disappointed line, morphing into the specific ‘outraged mother’ look that only Steve could pull off. 

“Shit.” I muttered, sliding the gearstick back into park. 

I didn’t think I had ever felt so nervous in my entire life as I headed towards my first class, like there was a flock of butterflies trying to fly up my throat. I hadn’t even felt this nervous when I had to dance in front of my entire middle school at the talent show, I sent a silent prayer to the powers above that today wouldn’t finish in a similar embarrassing end.  

Steve’s twenty minuet long lecture about ‘stealing his baby’ this morning hadn’t exactly helped to calm my nerves either, he only relented when I’d promised to cover his shifts at family video whenever he had a date for the next six months. A pretty easy offer on my part since I had little faith in Steve’s ability to pull chicks. He, on the other hand, had a different opinion regarding his prowess. 

I let the heard of students push me towards the Calculus classroom door as they all rushed to get to their desks before the bell rung, none of us wanting to be subjected to another classic ‘Mr Mundy complaint special’. I faltered at the door to check my reflection in the window, making sure my makeup was still as perfect as it was when I applied it with careful hands hours ago. Rough shoulders shoved past me as we all squeezed in through the small doorframe. 

A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded through me as my eyes flashed to the empty chair next to mine, a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding rushed past my lips as I swerved around tables to take a seat at my desk. It appeared that Eddie wasn’t the only one who had decided to ditch, I was the only one in the third row of the practically half empty class. 

The low hum of tedious chatter died down as Mr Mundy strutted into the room, slamming his briefcase down on his desk and taking a deep drink from his travel mug. He cringed and shook his head slightly, breathing through his mouth as whatever he had added to his coffee hit him a little too hard. 

He set it down carefully and replaced it with a stick of chalk, waving his hands as he turned towards the blackboard. “Don’t sit there like a bunch of morons, get your books out.” 

With stiff movements I bent down under my chair to grab my notebook from my bag, my hair fell across my vision as someone shoved the door open loudly, sending a wave of fresh air across me. I froze as I recognised the scuffed, once white, reebok sneakers smacking against the dirty floor as he made his way past my desk. 

“Ah, thank you for gracing us with your presence today, Mr Munson.” My cheeks flamed at the teachers’ words, still hunched over and hiding away in my hair. 

“Pleasures all mine Mr Mundy, I’m sure.” I could hear the grin in his voice, I pressed my lips together to hide my own smile as I leant back up before I could draw attention to myself, slowly flipping my book to an empty page. 

I could feel Eddie’s eyes on my face, but I refused to meet his stare. I felt like my stomach was in my throat, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as the memories and feelings of last night came flooding back, I wasn’t sure what was going to be reflecting on his face when I met his gaze, but I knew I wasn’t ready to find out. In the bleak coldness of the winter morning, free of alcohol and desire and heady smoke, Eddie very well may have changed his mind completely about me, deciding that he didn’t want damaged good after all. 

Last night had only confirmed what I had been lying to myself about for weeks, I couldn’t deny that Eddie had a hold on me, and I had been a fool to think I could reject my feelings by ignoring him. He wasn’t the type of person anyone could forget, he shone far too brightly, demanding the attention of every room he walked into by just being himself. I was astounded how I had never noticed it before, how I only ever saw the label that lesser men had branded him with. Freak. 

His dark eyes that crinkled with his wide grins made my heart sing, his infectious smiles never failing to place one of my own on my face. He made the world a better place by just existing, how anyone – myself included- had ever seen him as dangerous, or evil or weird, was beyond me. Not one damn person in the cesspit that was Hawkins, was perfect, but if anyone came close it was him. Down to his core, Eddie was good, pure. And that was a hell of a lot more than could be said for anyone else in this hypercritical town. 

I wanted every part of him, everything he had to offer this miserable world. I wanted to know everything about him, all the secrets he kept safely hidden away from the judgement of Hawkins. In that moment I had wanted to reveal myself to him, overcome with the need to tear my façade away and bear the scars beneath the surface to him. Since Starcourt, no one had come close to making me feel as safe as Eddie had last night, and it wasn’t the touches shared between us or the sweet words he whispered into my ear. It was him; it was Eddie himself that kept the chilling voices and disturbing memories at bay. His warm embrace had cloaked me in a protective peace I couldn’t even really remember ever experiencing. He was the most intoxicating drug that I had come across, one hit of him was more potent than anything else I had smoked or drank. I was never going to be able to give him up. 

Not by my choice at least. 

My heart twisted painfully at the thought of his reaction to the real me, when he realises how corrupt and dark my festering soul remained, and how unworthy of him I was. The battle of wanting to be honest with him about who I was, and the selfish desire to keep him in the dark so he wouldn’t run screaming from me, waged viciously in the forefront of my mind. 

A strong, veiny hand shot across my vision, the sunlight glinting off his rings prettily as he tore a piece of paper from the bottom of my blank page. I looked up curiously to meet his gaze, his eyes twinkled suspiciously as he stared back at me up through his long lashes, the scratching of his pencil competing with Mr Mundy’s as he scribbled something hastily on the paper.

A heated blush crept up my neck as he hooked his foot around the leg of my chair, pulling me towards him. I held my breath as he crossed the space between us, the band of my jeans snapping back into place as he slipped the note into the top of my waist. Eddie winked at me as I dropped my gaze in awkwardness, a light laugh bubbling in my chest. He cocked an eyebrow as I read his question, my smile widening as I hurriedly wrote my answer on the back of it, checking that no one was watching as I slid the paper across his desk, his fingers tickled mine as he swept it out from under my grasp, the slight touch sending a shock of heat up my arm to blossom throughout the rest of my frame. 

The last time I met Eddie in the woods, the trees were covered in burnt oranges leaves that crinkled underfoot when they finally fell to the ground. But as I walked through them now down the beaten track towards the picnic table, the branches were bare. Eerily daunting as they rocked in the wind, the trees sharp arms turned into claws out of the corner of my sight, reaching out towards me to tear at my jumper as I rushed to escape their depths. My hyperventilating breath slowed as I neared the break in the tree line, spotting Eddie’s hulking shadow leaning across the table through the cluster of trees at the end of the path.

The tightness in my chest eased as I watched him, he was leaning back on both elbows with his face turned up to the dark sky, watching vividly as his clouds of cigarette smoke swirled in the air in lazy patterns. A sweet smile spread across his face as he turned towards my noisy entrance. 

“Y/n.” He chucked away his smoke and squished it into the dirt with his shoe as he stood from the table, opening his arms as I jogged across the remaining space between us, throwing myself against his chest as he wrapped me in his jacket.

“Thought you’d never make it.” He grunted and stumbled a little under my weight, his face flickering with shock at my excitement to see him. We both paused for a moment as the memories of our last meeting in the same spot washed over us. I shook my head at how different our situation was compared to last time, grateful that last night had ripped away the façade that both of us were holding up.

“Mmmm.” I mumbled against his chest; my face smothered against the fabric as his earthy scent filled me. I didn’t bother to waste our precious time by telling him that Jason had cornered me after class, slamming his arm against my locker to block my path, demanding that I meet up with him again. After I got over my brief shock from his audacity – and the fear his psychotic gaze shot through me, I had told him that if he even as much as breathed in my direction, we would have a repeat of what happened at the 7/11, except this time I would hit him with my car. The safety of witnesses parading through the corridor made me braver than I would have been if he caught me alone, I tightened my arms around Eddie as the thought made my stomach flip anxiously.

Eddie laughed and pressed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. 

“I love your smell.” I scoffed and pulled back to look at him disbelievingly, he looked abashed like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. I raised an eyebrow as his face reddened. 

“Uh what?” I laughed, pulling back from his arms slightly to get a better look at him. A nervous chuckled slipped past his lips as he avoided my gaze. 

“Your new perfume, I noticed it the first time you came over to my place.” He removed a hand from my side to rub the back of his neck. My mouth popped open lightly in surprise, astonished the Eddie had noticed my fragrance, and the fact that it was a different one. 

“Anyway.” He continued when I didn’t respond, leaning back against the table and spreading his legs as he tugged me between them, pulling me closer until I lost my balance and fell against him. He pushed a stray hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear as my hands settled on his upper thighs to regain my poise. His smile spread impossibly wider as my cheeks blushed from our closeness, becoming increasingly aware of how near my hands were to him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night.”

His words pierced through me like an arrow, burrowing into my heart. Pure joy flowed through me for a split second as his words made me feel like I was floating, but it was short lived as the way Eddie was looking at me made me come crashing back down to earth, a cold wave of realisation washing over me. I cared about him far too much to not allow him the option of walking away from this right now, from me. 

The thought sent a lump in my throat making it hard for me to breathe. My hands shook slightly as I tried to form the words that Eddie needed to hear, I shoved them into my pockets to hide my panic. The thought of losing him was unbearable, but the knowledge of how much he would hate me if I let him fall into the perfectly shaped hole in my life (like it was ripped apart specifically for him to put back together), finding out who I actually was and what I was truly capable of only too late, was excruciating. Tears welled in my eyes as I prepared for the endearing look in his eyes to turn to one of disgust. 

“Eddie-“ I was cut off as he stood up abruptly, switching our place as he shoved me back against the table, he trampled my toes lightly as he moved closer, but my groan of protest was stolen from me as his eyes blazed with fury. 

“Don’t y/n.” His hair whipped around his face wildly as a cold breeze danced across the clearing, goosebumps raised on my arms beneath his large warm hands, his fingers digging into my skin as his dark eyes widened. 

“Don’t what?” I breathed, a grey squirrel scattered up the trunk of a tree nearby, sending flakes of bark to flutter to the ground. We both jumped as the intrusive sound broke our eye contact. 

“Don’t ruin this.” My eyes that had drifted to a small beauty mark near the corner of his mouth, snapped back to meet his as his words sent a shiver through me. 

“Wha-“ 

“That’s your ‘I am about to deliver really bad news’ face.” My expression contorted at his crude impression of me.

“I do not sound like that.” I pressed my mouth into a thin line to show him I was not impressed. 

Eddie laughed boomingly, throwing his head back as the sound reverberated off the trees. His voice twinkled like sweet music, and I couldn’t help but smile at his carefree attitude, marvelling at the glimpse of the real him slipping through the cracks, each second he was away from the arbitration of our school classmates, his carefully construed mask of defence crumbled away.

“Y/n, you always sound like that. But this is the happiest I can remember being, I just want to live in it a little longer, being around you… It’s like there was this screaming white noise swirling around in my head that I didn’t notice before, and every time I’m around you… It’s dead quiet, peaceful. Pretending to ignore you for the last few weeks has been torture, the noise has been deafening louder than ever before. But watching you act like I didn’t exist… ” His voice caught in his throat as he tilted his forehead against mine, his breath fanning my face as his chest heaved with his words. I squirmed as his crotch pushed against me, the fabric of our jeans rubbing together as he pressed deeper into me, I gasped in pain as the jagged edge of the picnic table stabbed into the backs of my thighs. 

“I know we have a lot to figure out after the past couple of weeks, but just let me enjoy the quiet for a little bit, please y/n.” His eyes burned passionately as he brought his lips down to mine, effectively drowning any of sort of protest from me, even though I hadn’t had one. He was making this impossible, how could I deny giving Eddie what he was begging for when it was everything I wanted aswell?

I tried to form an argument that made sense to both of us, or even something sweet to whisper back to his admission, but his kiss sent my mind blank. The taste of his tongue as it slipped across my bottom lip made my knees shake. The precarious willpower I was holding onto collapsed in an instant, like it was made from dust.

“Okay.” I moaned against his face, reaching up to twist my fingers in his hair to hold him to me as he began to pull away. He grinned as my face fell into a pout, bumping his nose against mine to place one quick peck against my lips. His face was flushed with excitement as he watched a flock of birds fly overhead, their shadows spurring over us.

“Okay.” He mocked me, laughing as he stepped back from me completely. He held my hand and swung it between us as he thought about something hard, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as I narrowed my eyes questioningly.

 “Come to my place tonight.” He said suddenly, standing up straight as his tone turned serious, watching my expression carefully for my reaction. Nerves chocked me at the implication behind his words. Without the courage of alcohol urging me on, as it had last night, I was terrified. It wasn’t that I had changed my mind about it, or Eddie, I just wasn’t experienced and he clearly was. The fleeting moment of daring that overpowered me last night, was nowhere to be found now as I shivered uncontrollably in the cold, secluded clearing.

It didn’t matter anyway; I couldn’t risk getting caught sneaking to his place and being grounded until I was well into my fifties. I sighed as his face shone with earnest, his expression dropping into a mortified one as his misread my reaction.

“Oh -uh – we don’t have to, I just thought after last night that –“ His face reddened as he stuttered over his words, spinning away from me to kick a rock as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. I reached out to grab the tail of his vest, refusing to let him walk further away.

“No, it’s not that – I mean I did. I still do… Eddie… there’s a reason we had to ditch last class and not meet up after school.” I pointed out to him, amused that he hadn’t questioned it earlier. I figured he was so used to breaking school rules on a daily basis that he hadn’t even bothered to argue or ask why. 

“I’m grounded.” I resigned, feeling stupid to even be saying those words at the ripe age of eighteen. I ducked my head as chagrin filled my face, listening to his teasing laugh echo off the surrounding trees.

“Bit of a bad girl are we y/n?” He smirked at me, reaching out to stroke my cheekbone with the back of his hand. The metal of his bulky rings was even colder than usual in the winter air, stinging against my skin as he dragged them back and forth.

“Something like that.” I muttered, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Wait.” His hand stilled against my face. “Did you get in trouble over last night? Because of me?”

I laughed at the panic stretching across his features, his brows narrowing as his mouth turned down in worry. “No Eddie, my mom loves you, she keeps asking Dustin when he’s going to bring you around again. ‘Such a nice boy, I’m glad he’s been looking after Dustykins at school. Too skinny though, he needs to let me feed him.’”

A wide grin slowly spread across his face at my poor imitation of my mom. Dustin had been dodging her requests awkwardly whenever I was in earshot, shooting me a concerned glance as he waited for me to blow up at the mention of Eddie’s name, after I stopped driving them to Hellfire, he was smart enough to have figured out something was wrong, but scared enough to keep his mouth shut and not ask me for details.

Our mom was obliviously in the dark about everything of course, so she didn’t notice the painful grimaces on my face and my quick escapes every time she discussed him. She had realised my black miserable moods over the past month, but just not the reason for them.

“Are you going invite me to dinner with your mother y/n? How very normal of you.” He laughed as I pinched him playfully, the image of him playing house with my family sending strange stirring through my frame, I couldn’t picture a more obscure scenario of Eddie, but the thought of him charming my mom and laughing with Dustin over a lovingly burnt meal, set a smile on my face.

“Maybe – if I wasn’t grounded.” I reminded him gently, his laughter died down as he examined me, I could practically hear his brain ticking away behind his stare as a mischievous expression filled his face.

“What?” I groaned, not trusting the look in his eyes.

“Nothing.” He pressed his lips together like he was hiding a secret, he pushed away from the table next to me, grabbing my hand to tug me along behind him. “C’mon, schools about to finish and you need to get home since you’re grounded.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked at me over his shoulder as he dragged me into the darkness of the forest, the trees whipping even wilder than before. My stomach did a little flip as his smile made me wary of what he was planning, not trusting him at all.

I knocked a small potted plant of the top of my dresser onto my soft carpet as I jumped in fright, dropping my folded pair of jeans into the open draw. I spun around as fear gripped me, peering into the darkness outside my window. 

Ping

I watched the rock clatter against my windowsill before tumbling out of sight, my breath whooshed from me as my panic faded. The top of a familiar curly head of hair popped up briefly in the bottom corner of the window. Sighing in disbelief I slid the draw shut and crossed my empty floor, my now extremely clean room was completely devoid of any mess. As soon as I got home from school I set to tidying up, now it looked better than the day we first moved in. 

I checked over my shoulder to make sure my door was properly closed before I wrenched the window up, the glass creaking slightly as it resisted against me. Cold air swarmed into the room as I leant over the edge. 

“Eddie.” I whispered into the nothingness, golden light from my desk lamp poured out onto the grass below but I couldn’t see anyone. I had just begun to think I’d imagined it when something large moved in the shadows. 

“Jesus.” I gasped as Eddies wide grin slid into view, his leather jacket banged against the wood panelling as he leant next to the window, rolling a smoke between his fingers. 

“No, just me. Sorry.” He laughed, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. 

“You scared me asshole.” I swallowed as my breathing slowed, my heart hammering away loudly in my chest. 

“What are you doing here?” I leant forward on my elbows through the window as he stood up from where he was leaning to light his cigarette. The flame illuminated his face in an orange glow before we were purged back in darkness, the cherry of his smoke running hot as he took a drag. 

“Well, you said you were grounded. I figured that meant you couldn’t leave your house. And this way, you’re not.” He shrugged his shoulders as he placed his hands above my window, leaning in towards me as his smoke billowed around my face. As he moved, his shirt rode up, exposing a pale strip of skin just above his belt. My breathing quickened as he waited for my response. 

“You’re an idiot Eddie Munson.” I laughed, letting my eyes travel up his chest until I met his penetrating gaze, the ash at the tip of his cigarette dropped dangerously as he watched me. He inhaled deeply before pulling it from his mouth and extinguishing it in the dead grass beneath his feet, lifting his shoulders up and down as he shivered comically. 

“You gonna move Henderson or am I going to freeze out here?” I stepped backed in shock as he gripped the sides of windowsill, his rings straining against the thin skin of his knuckles as he agilely pulled himself through it. I bit back a retort of surprise as he unfolded himself in front of me, impressed that he had managed to climb through the window so smoothly even being as he tall as he was. 

His strong aura quickly filled my small room, no matter how far I stepped back I felt like I was too close to him. The intimacy of the situation hit me like a tonne of bricks, becoming acutely aware of how thin the material of my grey pyjama shorts and singlet were. I swore at myself for not wearing a cuter matching set, my old gym shorts were in better condition than the rags I chose to put on tonight. He barely spared me a quick glance as I crossed my arms over my chest, turning to examine my clean room, he looked at my half-made bed for a split second before turning back to me with a knowing grin. 

“Expecting company, are you?” He raised an eyebrow cockily, running his hand across the chain bracelet around his wrist as he smirked at me. 

“Yeah, my boyfriend’s going to be here in a minuet, so you better go.” I wasn’t sure what made me say it, but a feeling of shock zapped through us both as he met my gaze questioningly at my words. 

“Who is he?” He joked threateningly, not quite concealing a tinge of hardness layering his tone. 

Dustin strolled past my closed door at that moment, banging on it as he passed. “Thanks for using all the hot water dingus.” We held our breaths as his footsteps faded, his own door slamming shut a few seconds later. The tension dissipated as we both let out nervous gulps of laughter. I tip toed to my bedroom door to lock it, rattling it just to make sure. 

“We better be quiet, don’t want little Henderson knowing I’m in here. Kid might have a heart attack, aren’t you supposed to hate me or something?” I could hear his barely concealed laugh as I rolled up a towel and shoved it against the gap under the door, hoping it might work as a sound barrier. 

“Actually…” I drawled, slowly rising to face him, embarrassment showing on my face. “We’re already kinda busted.” Eddie crossed his arms across his Hellfire shirt, raising his eyebrows curiously as he scoffed, waiting for me to continue. 

“He saw you drop me home last night, so I had to tell him.” His eyes flashed up to mine shocked, opening his mouth in protest before I cut him off, knowing what he was about to ask. 

“Ew no, you think I’d tell my brother about my sex life?” I whispered harshly, watching his exclamation bubble to his lips. 

“What did you tell him then?” He whispered back fiercely, as the sound of my mom putting away dishes in the kitchen drifted through the walls. 

“I just said that we’d had a misunderstanding, but that we’d figured it out.” 

“What did he say to that?” His brows lowered as he relaxed slightly. 

“Nothing important, he’s just happy that he can bore me with DnD stories again.” I rolled my eyes, but Eddie didn’t see, he had started pacing back and forth across my room. I busied myself by tossing the rest of my pillows onto my bed, pulling the covers back and switching on my heated blanket. 

“Feels weird being in here without you yelling at me.” He muttered after a moment; his voice was a gentle whisper as I heard him slide my window shut. When I spun around to face him, he had turned away from me, drumming his fingers against my wooden side table as he traced the outlines of the water stains forming odd patterns on the top. 

“Yeah well, I don’t mind you being in here this time.” I beamed as I watched the corner of his cheek lift, like he was hiding his own smile. 

“You don’t mind?” He walked over to my desk and leant against it, placing his hands on either side of him against the tabletop. I groaned as I tried to usher him back off of it, as the edge of his jacket knocked my carefully stacked notebooks. Eddie laughed and stayed rooted to the spot, so I had to lean across him to fix them back into place, reaching out to trap my wrist in his hand as I pulled away from him. 

“Is it okay that I’m here y/n?” I stopped breathing as his touch sent flames up my arm, his eyes blackened as I moved closer to him unconsciously, the rich smell of cigarettes and cologne invading my senses. Goosebumps prickled on my skin as his eyes darted across my bare chest, the lacy fringe of my shirt siting just below my cleavage line. I watched Eddie’s Adams apple roll up and down as he gulped nervously, his breathing coming quicker as I lifted my hand to caress his lips, his hot gasp tickling my skin. 

I nodded slightly, pressing my lips together as cold droplets of water rolled off the ends of my freshly washed hair and down my back, the sensation sending a shive up my spine. 

“It’s okay.” I sighed, he stood up straight and shrugged out of his jacket, draping it lightly over my desk chair. He pushed my wet hair away from my face as he studied me, I caught his hand as it brushed across my cheek, lacing my fingers through his as I turned and towed him towards my bed. Eddie waited as I crawled across the covers, my tiny shorts riding up dangerously as I shuffled on my hands and knees until I was pressed against the wall, making room for him to lay down with me. My confidence faltered as I turned back to see him resisting a smile, his crossed arms covering his mouth slightly as his eyes met mine. The laughter left his eyes as he watched my face fall, reaching down to pull the covers over me and tuck them around my body. 

“Beautiful y/n, do you want to go to sleep?” He asked me, as he wiped his palms against his jeans, his shadow on the wall behind us moved with him as my bedroom lamp glowed softly. I bit down on my warm lip as I shook my head, unable to tell him what I really wanted. I patted the empty space beside me and shuffled back, Eddie didn’t hesitate to kick off his sneakers as he laid down next to me gently, trapping me under the covers as he lounged on top of them. 

I huffed and pouted as he repositioned himself until he got comfortable, brushing his curls away that fell into my face. I didn’t know how to – as Steve would say – make a move, he tilted his head down towards me as he heard me sigh in frustration, wrapping his arm around me and pulling my head onto his chest. 

Okay, this wasn’t a bad start. After a moment of silence filled the air between us, our synchronised breathing the only noise, his body vibrated as he started to hum a tune I wasn’t familiar with. Nerves suffocated me as I pictured myself reaching up to pull his mouth down to mine, I didn’t understand why I was so nervous, I’d kissed Eddie enough times by now to know how his lips would feel.

In the cold night air swirling around us, it just felt a little too real as we laid in my bed, scary.

Electricity zinged in the space between us as I pushed away all my thoughts and fears and prepared myself, telling myself not to be a coward. But as I looked up at Eddies face, I found his eyes already trained on me, and my hand that was resting on his chest, feeling his beating heart, bunched up the fabric of his shirt as his stare sent an overwhelming feeling of want through me.

“Eddie…” I whispered between us; his heart hammering away faster beneath my palm. “Please-“ My pleas were cut off as Eddie crushed his lips to mine. 

Eddie | December 1985

This had to be about her. But it was torturous as she squirmed beneath me, I pressed myself further into her as she gasped against my mouth, the thin fabric of our clothes and flimsy sheets barely separating our searing bodies. She’d told me she was a virgin last night after I’d pulled my mouth from her, I didn’t think she’d remembered telling me but as soon as she let it slip, I’d knew I wasn’t going to be able to let her first time be in some dingy carpark in front of a bar. 

Y/n deserved better. 

I wasn’t, however, strong enough to stay away from her for more than twenty-four hours. The pounding white noise in the back of my head sent me running straight back into her clutches. Even after she’d told me about being grounded, my mind had worked overtime to figure out how to get her alone. Running the risk of her mom or worse – Dustin – catching us, was worth it in my eyes. The box of condoms I had picked up on the way to her house, burned in my back pocket. 

She moaned against my mouth as she allowed my further access into her, running my tongue along her sweet lips, the taste of her sending me into an almost frenzy. Y/n reached up to wrap her hands in my hair, sparks of pleasure shooting through me as she tugged on it lightly. I brought my knees up slightly to bare my weight so I wasn’t crushing her beneath me, leaning down on my elbow beside her head so I could use my free had to explore her body. 

My fingers traced the soft lines of her chest, dancing across the light fabric that covered her breasts, she shuddered beneath my touch making my dick twitch beneath my jeans. She moaned quietly as she felt me move above her, rolling her hips up to meet mine. I reached up to grab her headboard to steady myself, reminding myself to be gentle and slow with her. Y/n breathed my name as my mouth moved against her neck, leaving soft kisses as I trailed across her jaw. Pulling her hand from my hair to grasp my shoulder, she wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heel into my lower back to pull me in deeper to her, I groaned in frustration as she melted against me. 

God she was making it impossible to hold back. 

Before I became undone completely, I sat back on my heels to devour the perfect view in front of me. Her mouth fell into an attractive pout as she groped the empty air between us, murmuring for me to come back to her. My ravenous eyes consumed the milky soft white skin of her lower abdomen to where her shirt had been pushed up. Soaking up every second of it, I brought my hands to her sides to pull it up over her chest, she leant forward from the pillows a little to help as I slid it over her head. She collapsed back against the bed as she reached up to cross her arms over her bare chest, chewing on her lips nervously. I wrapped my hands around her wrists to pull them to her side, leaning forward to press a kiss to her soft lips. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n.” An incredible blush filled her cheeks as she relaxed beneath me, spreading her legs so I fit against her comfortably. My hard-on was screaming in pressure as it struggled against my jeans, but I needed to make y/n ready first. 

A pretty smile played on her lips as I left wet kisses along her neck, my nose brushing against her skin as I trailed down her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking slightly until I felt it harden beneath my tongue, swiftly moving my head to her other one. I still had her hands pinned beneath my grasp; she moaned a little too loudly as she struggled against me. I let go of her to slip my hand against her mouth, laughing into her stomach as I realised she was definitely a screamer. 

A devilish smile spread across my face as I thought about where I could take her to explore that particular trait.

She nodded against my hand as someone’s snores down the hall faltered, showing me that she understood. 

I removed my hand to caress the soft inner skin of her thighs, squeezing them as I got closer to her sensitive spot. She gasped as my fingers brushed past her clothed slit, my eyes burned as they flashed up to meet her flushed face, intrigued by the noises my touches were eliciting from her delicious mouth. I spurred forward to kiss away the moan from her lips. 

She bent her knees, widening her legs as I settled in closer to her, pressing my hardened cock against her. Another quiet gasp slipped past her lips as her eyes broadened. The pressure beneath my jeans causing her eyes to go wide. 

“It’s okay y/n, I’ll go slow. I’ll be gentle. I promise.” I waited for her to nod before bringing my mouth back to hers. 

My purposeful fingers trailed down her abdomen, tracing her bare skin above the band of her shorts. My hand hesitated as it skimmed across tender skin, I tugged down on her pyjamas to expose a long, red jagged scar that wrapped along her side, she froze beneath my touch as our gazes met.

“Who did this?” I demanded, my rough voice breaking through the quiet. Tears welled in her eyes and I wrenched forward to kiss them away, not knowing the cause behind her pain but wishing I could take it on myself. A silent sob wracked her chest as she shook her head, wrapping her arms around my neck to crush our lips together. I groaned as I surrendered to her touch.

It was different this time, the distant childhood friend that I had lost my own virginity to, the blonde bartender from The Hideout that had been the extent of my sexual experience- neither of them could compare. Y/n meant something to me, even though the feeling of her beneath my body sent dangerous thoughts into my mind of all kinds of dirty things I wanted to do to her, above all I just wanted to rip her up into my arms and shield her from the the pain of the world, protecting her from anything that would dare lay it’s hand on something so precious.

I tightened my arms around her until it felt like she would snap under the pressure, but y/n didn’t complain, she sighed in content as our lips moved flawlessly together

As I gripped her hips to slow down her grinding up against me, she groaned with frustration, her impatience breaking through. I lent forward, bumping against her to rip my shirt over my head, I moaned as she knotted her fingers through my curls, pulling my chest down against her naked one, our hot skin molding together perfectly. My hips bucked down into her with each pleasure shock her mouth sent through me. 

I removed my lips from hers to trace kisses down her sternum, pausing as I reached the top of her shorts. 

Her heavy breathing stopped as she looked down to meet my eyes staring back at her, she splayed her hands across her stomach self-consciously. I pried her hands away and pinned them at her sides. I intertwined our fingers together, my thick rings pressed against her hands. My free hand slowly rubbed up and down her slit beneath her clothes, finding her sensitive spot and rubbing soft circles on it, feeling her heat burn under my touch. She moaned and rolled her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as my pace increased.

I stopped abruptly as my own abdomen clenched, just the mere sight of her writhing beneath my hands was enough to send me over the edge. I tapped the side of her ass to get her to lift up slightly, shimming down her shorts until they reached her ankles. I pulled them from her and tossed them aside, running my hands along her soft skin as I noticed the damp patch in her panties. She reached up to run her fingers over my chest, tracing the line of hair that ran down my stomach. Her hands fell to my belt buckle as our eyes met. 

I flattened myself against her, cupping her cheek as her mouth moved with mine, my free hand skilfully freeing a condom from the packet and bringing it between us, I broke apart from her for a second to tear it open with my teeth, crushing my mouth back to hers in an instant. I fidgeted a bit as I hastened to undo my belt, pulling my jeans down slightly. She gasped as my cock fell out against her stomach, my pre cum dripping against her skin. Her eyes flashed down between us before looking back up at me, a mixture of nervousness and excitement on her face. 

She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as I rolled the condom over my cock, nervously waiting for what came next. I hovered above her for a still moment, our beaths mingling. Leaning down on one arm, my hand still cupping her cheek, I pulled her panties to the side as I pressed my dick against her entrance, running it up and down her opening, collecting the wetness my fingers had created. 

I gasped and she writhed madly as the new sensation took over us, y/n's arms tightened around me as she hid her face in my chest. I clutched her sheets next to her head, twisting and pulling them until they came off the mattress as her warmth and wetness surrounded me, trying not to explode. I had never felt something more heavenly; the feeling of y/n was other worldly. Sinful. Illegal. 

She gasped loudly as I pushed my first few inches in, stopping for a moment as her walls expanded, making room for me. I moaned against her neck as I felt her wetness dripping around me. 

“Fuck y/n, all for me?” Her breath shuddered and her nails dug into my skin. 

“Eddie…” She moaned; I nearly fell to pieces at the sound of my name on her lips.  

I continued to push into her slowly like that for a few minutes until I bottomed out in her, both of us groaning in pleasure as I filled her up. I hesitated for a moment to press a shaky kiss to her lips, letting myself come back from the edge a little before I started pumping in and out of her. She grabbed onto my shoulders to steady herself, her nails leaving deep marks on my sensitive skin. 

“Are you okay?” I groaned, biting down on my fist as she gasped, trying to not to finish as the sensations overwhelmed me.

She looked so fucking sexy as she creased her eyebrows and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, looking down at our bodies connecting as each movement made us both moan in pleasure. Her eyes flicked back up to mine as she nodded.

As my pleasure threatened to spill over, I slipped my hand back to her clit and started rubbing soft circles there, hurtling her towards the edge as well, building faster with each thrust I pushed into her. I couldn’t hold back the ecstatic feelings pulsing through me, she was too irresistible, but I was nothing if not a gentleman and she was going to finish first. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her body convulsed, my hand keeping up a constant pace as she faltered against me, gasping as I pushed deeper into her. 

She buried her face in the crook of my neck, moaning as the peak of her pleasure rolled through her body in waves. I held her tightly as I continued to thrust into her more for a few more moments, bright light blinding me as the most incredible feeling flooded through me. Low groans fell from my mouth as I shuddered and collapsed against her chest. We stayed locked in each other’s embrace for a private moment, our breathing and heartbeats slowing down together. Silence settled around us comfortably before I rolled off of her to the side, I quickly stuffed the condom into the bin next to her side table – reminding myself to get up and empty it for her in the morning – before pulling her head down onto my chest and wrapping my arms around her. 

As I sensed her breathing even and felt her soft snores against my cheek, I lifted her sleepy form against my chest, her soft naked torso pressing into me gloriously as I slid my Hellfire t-shirt over her head. Her now dry locks of silky hair framed her sweet face, swaying slightly as her soft breath fanned across her pillow. Just in case Little Henderson busted into her room while we were sleeping, I stood to pull my jeans on to save him the scarring images of seeing me naked, her hand snaked out across the sheets as she felt me leave the mattress. 

“Eddie?” She mumbled, squinting into the darkness. 

“Right here baby.” She smiled at my pet name, finding my hand and wrapping her fingers around it. 

“Stay?” She begged. My heart swelled to twice its normal size and then broke, unable to handle the weight of affection that rushed through me. 

“Always.” I whispered back, pressing my lips to her cheek. 

Chapter Nine

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Surpriise 🥳

A/N: I’m starting maybe an hour after my last fic… I don’t know how long this will take me to write but I’m impressed with how fast I managed to think something up lol. You might not be because the quality is meh |||| I’m going to try to make this more lighthearted… idk if future me will carry that sentiment but lets hope she does… goodluck 💀 Song shuffle on this and we got my universe :)))

Summary: Changbin had been busy with his tour and away from you for too long so you plan to surprise him.

Changbin x gender neutral reader

Changbin had been on tour for 2 months now. It was so difficult for both of you to deal with. What he didn’t know though, was that you had a surprise visit planned. All the guys were in on it.

They had been texting you non stop about how changbin had been pouting constantly, scrolling through pictures of you and complaining about how lonely he was. It felt like there was a thunder cloud hovering over him and anytime he smiled it was for a show or because you called.

You were packing your stuff as you got a call from him. You panicked for unknown reasons because unless you pointed your camera, specificaly at your suitcase, your room looked exactly the same.

You picked up the video call, ‘HEYYYY! YOU TOOK A WHOLE 5 RINGS TO PICK UP!! WHY?! HAVE I BEEN GONE TOO LONG? DO YOU NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE!?’ He threw out his wild theories and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘It’s only been 2 months. Don’t worry, I still have faint memories of us together. Although… I think they’re fading…who are you?’ You said seriously and he gasped.

‘I KNEW IT! I’m gonna die alone oh my god…’

‘I’m the one losing memories, god, way to make your tour all about you.” You laughed.

He squinted at you, ‘you’re mean.’

‘I’m also one of your favourite people in the world. Did you call just to list off traits of mine?’

‘No. I miss you and your ungrateful ass,’ he pouted as he flopped back on his bed.

‘Don’t talk bad about my ass. It’s right there,’ you were walking out of your room when you tripped over your bag.

Good one, smart stuff.

It peaked his interest, ‘you good? What did you trip over?’

‘Oh no, I’m ok, I’m just unable to walk,’ you said in a hurry.

He got worried, ‘did you hurt yourself?’

‘NO! I just mean… I haven’t been doing much so I… forgot…’

Yeah, you’re so good at this. He’ll totally believe that. 🙄

‘You… forgot…how to walk..??’

‘Yeah, your face is so distracting and everything over the top of everything… My brain just couldn’t fathom anything else.’

This seemed to distract him and you guys talked about what had been going on recently. You managed to not fall face first somewhere after that and everything went well.

Your flight was 3 days later and you were so excited. You had told the guys to make sure changbin was distracted so he didn’t text or call you. The poor baby would think you were ignoring him.

When you landed, you rested up at the hotel you would be at temporary before their next concert. Your plan was to appear in the audience and he would look so surprised to see you. Then you would duck and make him think he imagined it.

It was mean but you would appear backstage so… no harm no foul.

Everything was going to plan and now you had seungmin walking you to a safe place to get some food before you went to the floor.

You met them all except changbin and it was so refreshing. You were just aching to hug changbin again. Although your wish came true when he walked past the room. He looked in, saw you and carried on walking because obviously he wasn’t expecting you to be there.

Jisung pushed you behind the sofa and sat in your place.

Changbin came charging back in, ‘Y/N???’

‘All these years together and I thought you knew my name,’ jisung fake cried. ‘After everything we’ve been through.’

Jeongin laughed, ‘he’s hallucinating again. God, you really can’t be away from them, can you?’

‘Codependency be like,’ hyunjin tacked on with a giggle.

Changbin sighed and side eyed the members as he left the room. ‘I’m not codependent… I just love them a lot. All your single, lonely asses can’t talk,’ he mumbled with a pout.

When he was definitely gone, Chan let you know the coast was clear. You stepped out with laughs, ‘shots fired! Damn.’

Hyunjin scowled at you, ‘Y/N shut up or so help me, I’ll call him back.’

You immediately stopped smiling and sobered up. You were about to say something but then you pretended to zip your mouth shut and gave him an overly big smile.

You spent a little more time eating then moved to go to the floor. With their help obviously, you didn’t want to accidentally run into changbin.

You were having fun, all the songs on this album were SO good. You made eye contact with changbin then he looked away but he looked back, frantically scanning the audience. You had ducked and he couldn’t find you again, he blinked a bunch, took a breath and moved away from that area.

You did this 2 more times and every time, he looked more and more confused. When the concert ended, you made your way to the security guard who would help you get backstage. It took you a little while to sift through the crowd but eventually, you made it.

As you got closer to their changing rooms, you could hear changbin talking.

‘I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I thought it was a wierd moment before but now… I actually keep seeing them everywhere. Like I could’ve sworn they were in the audience,’ you could hear him sniffling, ‘I wish I could go home… atleast for a bit.’

You knocked on the door and he opened the door. His jaw dropped as he stood there, staring at you.

‘Mail for a… ‘Changbin’? We have a package for a ‘Seo Changbin’,’ you said casually.

He turned and looked at everyone else, ‘you’re seeing this too right? They’re here? I’m not about to hug a mail man to death?’

Everyone laughed and yelled surprise. He turned around so fast and within a second, you were in a soul crushing hug.

‘I missed you too baby but I do need my ribs after this so…’ you wheezed as you lightly hugged him back. He loosened the hug with a quiet sorry.

After you had all calmed down, everyone laughed at how absolutely confused changbin looked on stage. He also apologised for calling them all lonely asses when jeongin reminded him.

It was a good day. You spent the next 2 weeks with them and loved every moment of it.

A/N: I hope this makes up for me making some of you cry in the first fic LMAO I wanted to add so much angst to this but I’ll let this be. You can all be distraught on the next one 😈 I’m really showcasing my dry sense of humour in this one 💀

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

[runningfrom2am]

what happened to lucy gray baird?

1. well, in her defence, she had considered lucy gray a friend too. it’s just that she loves knowing all the cards and she couldn’t trust anyone except her coryo.

2. lucy gray being afraid of coryo being nearby because the capitol duo are never not around each other and therefore, alongside not having what it takes to take r’s life, shying away from the cabin but r being the actual physical threat to her all along because had it been her who went after lucy gray, she couldn’t have escaped and coryo is long gone at that time.

3. “She tried to kill me, too.” no, i’m pretty sure she is the reason why you’re alive and well right now but whatever it takes to gain trust i guess.

4. i’m so glad that both sejanus and lucy gray acknowledge everything that could’ve been an indicator of how much she was “not like them” after things happen because it creates a contrast with r convincing herself that she is in the right before anything happens.

5. the president and the head gamemaker <333 (i have accepted them as my favourite problematic couple, what about it?)

6. sejanus imagining r and coryo as the presidential couple when they were kids is everything.

7. after seeing her with arachne, persephone, livia, ash and lucy gray; it’s safe to say, even after all, sejanus was never actually on the receiving end of her anger. she did love him enough for him to survive.

8. i love how her emotions went from shock to disgust and then confusion to contentment because how else does a human react to this? the boy who was one of her closest friend, once, the boy whose life she’s saved, standing in front of her only because she has lost the war.

9. her character doesn’t seem to have changed much over the passing time if she refuses even the idea of dying a boring and unimportant death. even in death she has to have the biggest effect on the world as she knows it, whether it be mourning for days or a big celebration.

hiii omg we have so much to discuss here we go :)

1. she considered lucy gray a friend until the moment she realized that lucy gray could be a potential threat to her. she wasn’t a tribute anymore- she was a victor, and now there was no cage separating her from him. not even the “cage” (if we can refer to it that way) of him being a peacekeeper and not being able to be seen with her publicly.

but THEN when they are set to be married a year later, she’s like *sigh* “i wonder if lucy gray would have been my maid of honour. that could have been cute” like it wasn’t HER FAULT THAT LICY GRAY WAS “DEAD”. did she kill her? no, but she did manipulate coryo into doing it and i consider that very much the same thing.

2. the faith she still had in coryo for some reason to be like “oh god, he wouldn’t leave her out here alone. i have to get out of here.” like girl he just tried to kill you OF COURSE HE’S LEAVING HER OUT THERE ALONE. but i think by that point they were both very much equal threats to her- so she was not about to run the risk of either of them seeing her (even if she didn’t know he was gone)

3. yeah like sir-

(to be fair it is an extremely fine line that she walked between “trying to kill him” and “letting him go” considering she got to the point of lifting the weapon at him, so it doesn’t surprise me that within such a short period of time he’s still seeing it the way that he does.) also 100% he needed lucy gray to know she was safe with him and by convincing her that he was in the same boat was the most obvious way.

4. oh absolutely. and i think it’s almost funny how sejanus was best friends with them for so long and then it took one day for him to go from “haha my friends are so crazy. unchecked anger issues- am i right?” to “oh, shit, like they’re violently insane and i should have always known this.” the rose coloured glasses had to come off SO fast.

5. 🫡🫡 (i love them so much)

6. AND HE WOULDDDD 🥺

like no doubt he knew about their feelings for each other well before either of them did. and i know damn well even if most of their classmates didn’t like him he was privy to one or two conversations about them when they weren’t there. like clemmie would TOTALLY corner him and be like “what do you know?” omg especially after livia’s birthday and hold on i’m actually gonna work on a part two rn-

7. he had ALMOST been on the receiving end of her anger. and also, like he says, “i’ve seen her get violent before, but nothing like that” even though she wasn’t violent toward him necessarily, i think it was the things she was saying that really freaked him out. she was angrier than he had ever seen her, and i think it was the calmness and severity of her statement that nothing was going to keep her from the life she wanted that did his opinions in.

8. yes and i know eventually she landed on being happy. bc really, that is what she wanted. “i won’t bury another friend” is HEAVY here, because while she never buried him, after going out of her way to save him from his execution and then letting him go in the HEIGHT of her mental breakdown, she never really knew if he survived. she risked so much for his survival, that i think it would be extremely fulfilling to know that she succeeded despite everything.

9. yesss and really how could she change? any kind of moral compass she had was left in twelve and she was rewarded significantly for what she did literally as soon as they got back. every single one of her problems were instantly solved; she had coryo, her father was out of her life, and she was immediately put on track for her dream career. and like she said, she got everything she ever wanted. even after her “death” it was attention that she craved and therefore she would have it- she doesn’t care if people are celebrating her death. it’s a testament to her success.

[eunoia-writes]

Back to December • Steven Conklin

Warnings: underage drinking

Summery: y/n and Steven break up after two years and y/n begins to regret her decisions

It took one moment for a whole 2 years to end. One moment for everything to disappear. Y/n and Steven had decided to call it quits well y/n decided and Steven tried to argue y/n had made her mind up.

She’d never hated herself more than in that moment, leaving him stood in her driveway a bunch of roses in his hand that he’d gotten her as a goodbye present because she was heading back to collage after winter break. It took everything in her not to turn around and say she made a mistake but she though it was for the best if she just left.

When she arrived at collage Conrad was waiting in the car park for her as planned what he didn’t expect was for y/n to start sobbing as soon as she stepped out of her car and that was when he knew. Conrad and y/n had managed to end up as roommates for freshman year which only brought them closer as friends. Conrad knew what she was thinking before she even said and likewise for her with him. He was her best friend.

“You’ll be okay.” He whispered as she wrapped her arms around him while he let her cry into his chest. Conrad being Conrad insisted of carrying her stuff up to there room and spent the night figuring out how to distract her just for a while.

Almost two day later was when the tears really kicked in. She spent days in bed sobbing into her pillow watching sad movies and eating ice cream. If it was anyone else Conrad would have been annoyed by it but there he was bringing home her favourite ice cream and snacks for the pair to have a movie night any film or her choice of course.

“I’m sorry I’m such an emotional wreck at the minute.” Y/n said taking a spoonful of her cookie dough ice cream. Conrad gave her a soft smile squeezing her hand

“You don’t have to apologise, I’d be the same if it was me and Belly.” He told her

“Do you think I made a mistake?” She asked looking up at him conrad sighed before wiping the corner of her mouth

“I think you did what you thought was best it’s not for me to say if it was a mistake you’re the only one who knows that.” He told her she hated how reasonable he could be. Why couldn’t he just tell her she was dumb and made a mistake.

Weeks had gone by and y/n was finally starting to feel like herself again. So much so that her and Conrad were attending a frat party on the other side of campus Tonight. At the beginning of collage they went all the time but the novelty soon started to wear off.

Y/n had decided she’d be designated driver it was more so because she didn’t feel like drinking but knew conrad would want a few. She’d been stood as his side all night both of them making up story’s about random people like she used to do with Steven. It wasn’t until he disappeared to go to the bathroom when someone approached her

“You must be Connies roommate?” A boy said, he was about 6’3 with dirty blonde hair and a slightly wonky nose. He must be Karl. Conrad’s lab partner who he managed to describe to a tee.

“That’s me.” Y/n said sipping on her water before giving him a tight lip smile not really in the mood to talk to him or anyone for that matter. He leaned closer to her with a smug smile on his face

“Okay now be honest are you two fucking?” Y/n’s eyes wided as she quickly shook her head

“No absolutely not he’s my best friend plus I have ……” she almost said boyfriend. But then she remembered she broke up with him. She wanted the ground to swallow her up in that moment. She’d been doing so well the last two weeks it had barely crossed her mind but now she already knew she was going to be a sobbing mess when she got home.

“You have a boyfriend?” He asked y/n sighed looking down at her feet like she does when she nervous

“No actually we broke up.” She said in almost a whisper but he still picked up on it

“I mean that’s a shame for you guys but a win for me… do you think I could get your number?” He asked and just in time Conrad was back to save the day as per usual

“Hey I see you met Karl.” Conrad said as y/n looked up at him and he knew that look for a mile away

“Yeah I did.” She mumbled she could tell Karl was still waiting for an answer but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything

“You know what it’s getting pretty late we should go.” Conrad said placing his hand on her back he felt her relax into his touch slightly as she just nodded agreeing with him. Conrad said his goodbyes to Karl before walking outside with y/n by his side

“Thanks con.” She said pulling him into a tight embrace as they got to the car he just smiled kissing her forehead softly. Y/n was one of the very few people he had a soft spot for i mean she was his best friend at the end of the day. He loved her like a sister.

“What happened?” He asked as they climbed into the car she lent out a soft sign turning to him

“First he asked if we were fucking because obviously we can’t just be friends.” Conrad let out a groan that wasn’t the first time people had asked about y/n and Conrad and it was rather frustrating

“and then when I said no he asked if I had a boyfriend… I don’t know that’s the first time I’ve been hit on since Steven and I” she said before she cut her off

“Do you still love him?”

“More than anything.”

“Then tell him, one mistake won’t change the fact that you two are made for each other.” Conrad simply stated y/n smiled before turning the car on

“I think I will.”

Y/n spent the night driving back home from collage with hers and Stevens playlist on full blast giving her the motivation she needed along with Conrad calling her when he decided he couldn’t sleep and seeing as she wasn’t there for there usual late night talks he might as well just call her and keep her company.

“I’m here.” She said nervously

“It will be okay, Call me after?” He told her before she agreed and they said there goodbyes. Y/n sat in her car for what felt like an eternity trying to figure out what she was going to say to him. She was a nervous wreck. But there she was stood at the door seconds away from being face to face with him.

After she knocked the door flew open just seconds after and there he stood. He stared at her like he’d seen a ghost. Shocked was an understatement. They hadn’t spoke since the day she left so she could only imagine what he was thinking in that moment.

“Hi.” She whispered looking down at her shoes “Can we talk?” Y/n looked up at him properly for the first time. He hadn’t changed in the slightest he was still the same old Steven he’d always been his hair messy because he didn’t have anywhere to be so there was no point in getting read. He was in his Star Wars pjs which she swore he only wore because Susana got them for him but he loved them really.

“Yeah.” Was all he said before joining her outside on the steps of the front porch

“How…how’ve you been?” She asked after a few moments of silence passed neither one of them looking at each other.

“Good, how’ve you been? How’s Con?” Steven asked he didn’t really care about how either of them had been he was just waiting for her to get to the point of why she was really there.

“Good, he’s been good despite everything.” She said biting her lip softly before letting out a soft sigh looking over at him. God he was beautiful. Y/n stood up moving to stand in front of him. Steven looked up at her and for the first time ever she couldn’t read him. She used to be so good it at being able to know what was going through his head without him saying anything just from the look on his face.

“Okay so I’m gonna talk and once I’m done you can tell me to fuck off if you wan for whatever you want but I need to know if you’re even feeling slightly the same as me or If this door is closed forever I get it and I’ll leave you alone.” She started her hands were trembling as she avoided his eye contact looking down at her shoes once again

“So here I am swallowing my pride for once in my life because you know better than anyone else I don’t do this. I don’t make grand gestures but I’m trying to tell you how sorry I am for that night. For leaving the way I did.” She started trying to focus on her breathing just like Conrad had told her to do

“I thought not having a long distance relationship in collage would give me some sense of freedom but it’s turns out freedom is nothing but missing you and I wish I realised this at the time.” Steven stood up too forcing her to look at him. To actually see him.

“I don’t want to get hurt again” was all he said. Everyone knew he’d take her back in a heartbeat. Well everyone but y/n. Belly and conrad had spent hours on the phone talking about how miserable they both were without each other and how the pair needed to figure out a way to get them back together. They didn’t expect them to did it on there own.

“I know, and I don’t expect anything from you I just needed to tell you that if I could go back in time and change things I would.” Y/n said Steven stepped closer to her reaching for her hand squeezing it slightly knowing how much she wa panicking on the insides

“If we do this again you don’t get to leave just because it gets hard, you don’t get to call it quits because you don’t like the distance.” He told her y/n nodded trying not the smile to wildly

“I promise.” She whispered and instead of saying anything he just pulled her in kissing her softly. Y/n felt like she was on fire. This was the only thing she needed. The only thing she’d ever need. He was everything.

“I’ve missed you.”

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : not proofread (as usual)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩 : after being led to an apartment and joined a group chat with people you have never met before, you're forced to help them to arrange a party.

can you solve the mystery behind it and get your normal life back? or will you get lost in this endless maze of lies?

𝐚/𝐧 : my apology and proof that im not a gyu slander 💀 anyway, asks for mm!charas are open so feel free to send em some asks ^^ 🤍

Looking at the blaring red '2:24 AM', Beomgyu couldn't help but sigh at it; feeling slightly frustrated because he been busy with his works and unable to check the chatroom for hours. "Has she eaten yet? It'll be impossible for her to eat properly when she got locked in there," he sighed, drumming his thumb against his red-yellow customised Razer mouse before brushing his bangs away from covering his eyes. He sent a message to his boss, reporting about his completed tasks and standing up from his gaming chair to go to his bed; enjoying the unfamiliar feeling despite having it for years already.

Bzzt, Bzzt, Bzzt...

If it wasn't for his phone, Beomgyu would have thought that an intruder has infiltrated his place. Groaning slightly, he just realised that he fell asleep while waiting for you to reply his messages; tucking his knees under his chin like a child while staring at the left on read messages. "What's she doing right now," he muttered under his breath, clicking on the security program he developed for Rika's apartment; feeling disgusted at himself for not respecting your privacy and taking advantages by using the system to spy on you.

"Ah, she looks so pretty," he gasped, watching your sleeping figure curled up under the white cover like a kitten. Without realising it, he rested his cheek against his fist and let out a sigh of relief; knowing how hard had it been for you as the new member. "I should check on her then continue my work," he shook his head slightly, tossing his phone away after sending you some messages before finding himself seated on his plushie chair; promising himself that he would get all of them finished in two days so that he could text you more; and maybe, if he was lucky enough, you would pick his call up in a heartbeat without any hesitation.

Or so he thought.

Finding his messages were still left on read and three missed calls—he wondered if you were actually busy or blatantly ignoring him like what you did in the chatroom last night as hands gripped the armrests tightly with no mercy. He wanted to ask why you ignored him, but it might be because you were simply idle when he was busy working his ass off; wishing he was on Hueningkai's shoes when he saw the most recent message in the chatroom.

Fast forward and it was already afternoon, yet you still hadn't replied him. He wondered if you talked to others privately cause of the displayed online status. "Whatever," he threw his head to the back, flinching slightly when his hair got caught between his eyelids, "this is the worst day ever," he groaned, dragging his body to the couch before taking a bag of his favourite crisps and can of soda from his fridge, plopping his body into the lime green beanbag and turning on the TV to distract his mind from you.

"Man, this sucks." He looked at the pile of empty bags and ton of soda cans, getting up from the couch to wash his face and hands before cleaning up the mess he created hours ago; making sure there was no spot left behind and going inside a small closet to take a mini vacuum cleaner, staring at the white coffee table before cleaning it up for the third time.

Beomgyu knew both of you were strangers and that it was impossible for you to get attached with someone in two days, especially when there was no physical contacts and all interactions were only done in the chatroom; where he got ignored by you most of time.

He's been thinking if you have any reason why you did that. After all, you were a clever one; at least, based on the background check that he done when you entered the chatroom. "No, it's impossible even for her," he pondered, clicking on one of your photos that taken two years ago. He wouldn't lie about how you looked so ethereal under the plum trees when you were visiting Japan; pulling the scarf into your face as he found how red the tip of your nose and ears were. "So cute," he placed his hand over the screen, running his fingers along your figure while seizing your younger self inside his mind.

He was almost in trance if it wasn't for the pop up notification from his higher up, asking him to disguise and infiltrate a renowned company in Incheon. "Why these oldies always chose the worst timing," he grumbled before sending a reply with some keyboard smash at the end, hitting the enter button with a smile before preparing himself for the upcoming mission and sending you a prior notice about it.

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[jongseongsnudes]

Babes are we getting the The Jock Part 2? I re read your part 1 and I it is still my favourite Sunghoon fic to date. 😭😭 I miss you r writing so much!

hi ❤️! a lot of you guys have messaged me about the sequel and i apologise for taking a million years but im unfortunately still not done with it yet! 😭 i will however, give you a little preview of chapter one!

...

“sung- sunghoon! park sunghoon!” you yell to no prevail, the boy’s grip around your wrist only tightening the more you struggle about, “you’re hurting me!”

hearing your words finally has him turning back, his eyes racking over you in total concern.

a lump almost immediately forms in your throat, memories of how your ex used to look at you the same way back then flooding your mind again. those days were one of your happiest, ones spent with sunghoon.

that was all in the past. you had to constantly remind yourself of that.

“i’m sorry,” he looks down at your wrists in his palm, his fingers gently massaging over the reddened marks that his fingers had caused, “i didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“why did you pull me out here? i want to go back inside.”

“what is with you and heeseung?”

“it’s none of your business sunghoon,” you sigh, annoyance filling your tone as you yank your hand out of his, “don’t go pulling me around like that or people will misunderstand. i don’t want people thinking that there is something between us.”

“misunderstand? who? heeseung?” 

“people in general and yeah, heeseung as well,” you scoff and ready yourself to head back inside. none of your words were true but with how sunghoon had been acting, you had just blurted out whatever. “are you done? i’m going back inside.”

“no i am not done!” he suddenly raises his voice, causing the few other people nearby to turn and look. sunghoon reaches out to grab both of your shoulders, making you unable to move away from his gaze. “we need to talk-”

“there is nothing i need to say to you! so let me g-”

“NO LISTEN TO ME!” his dark gaze and serious tone has you immediately still, eyes wide in anticipation of his next words. you couldn’t think of the reason why sunghoon was so worked up because after all, you are his ex. nothing more, nothing less.

“sungh-”

“i know i fucked up but i am not giving up on us. the only thing that will stop me is if you tell me to stop or else-”

“then stop, sunghoon. please.”

to be continued.

[lenievi]

snw2 #5

My personal episode ranking based on my enjoyment: 3 - 4 - 2 - 1 - 5

I really didn’t like this episode. It was my least favourite of all 15 episodes tbh. It just didn’t hit right for me...

- I wonder if Chapel is going to leave the show at the end of the season.

- and ughhhh they really did what I expected and that was have Spock hate Sam Kirk *sighs* I mean it was clear in the very first episode, but... a little bit more creativity, maybe? I hate Sam, therefore Jim is also terrible, oh, he’s actually not, BFFs *rolls eyes*

The episode did everything I expected, but I kinda hoped they would write it better, but instead Spock just went and slept with Chapel immediately after T’Pring told him she wanted to take a break for a while. (I guess good for Spock to have another sex that wasn’t under an influence?) And he lost all my respect. (I hoped that Spock would be honest with T’Pring and would tell her that he has feelings for another and wished to experiment, and so they would part for a while... but no....) [also Spock literally going to Chapel after Amanda told him how painful it is to be in love with a Vulcan when you’re a human is certainly a choice.]

T’Pring should never take Spock back. She deserves better.

Spock can just forever live in his self-made purgatory. 

“She is yours. After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting.” They made it Spock/Chapel relevant now.

so I guess when Spock decides that being with Chapel wasn’t the best idea he’s ever had, they part, Chapel leaves the Enterprise

after a while Spock meets Leila and falls in love again. But this time, he will hold himself back and will never act on his feelings, until his shields are broken because of the spores

Chapel, in the meantime, will use Korby to get over Spock only to get assigned to the Enterprise again after Korby disappears, and will have to work alongside Spock for several years. And they will both be awkward around each other, but still occasionally “forced” to get close. Spock’s “katra” being put into Chapel, forced to kiss... (Requiem for Methuselah might now get another layer, too, but I still don’t want to rewatch it lol)

There were still Spock/Chapel scenes in the trailers, so I guess they’ll be fine for a couple of episodes and then maybe in the finale they “break up” and Chapel leaves? Until Kirk gets the Enterprise? The thing is, I feel, that Chapel is relatively popular and I also feel like many people are invested in Spock/Chapel and would like to see it continue, but considering Hemmer left the show at the end of s1, they might get rid of another character this season as well. No one would expect the legacy character to leave, since she is supposed to be in TOS, but also we know that she was on Kirk’s Enterprise to look for her fiancé, so... (maybe this is the reason why they’re still in 2259 even in the second season...)

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„Come on, malishka. You can't just spend your weekend curled up in your   room." Mattheo pleaded as he sat down on the edge of Izzy's bed. She was  crying. He sighed moving closer to his girlfriend.

„What's wrong? You haven't told me yet" He carefully stroked her back as he   laid down behind her, putting his hands on her waist. Whispering comforting words and quiet shushes. Izzy didn't want to tell him what they were sad about. Stupid, that's what she called her reason.

They were homesick. Missing their dads and younger brother.

She didn't want to bother him with her family, knowing he's still not over  the death of his late brother. It's been years since he died but Mattheo never really got over it.

„Please talk to me" His strong russian accent rang through Izzy's ears,   silencing their low sobs. For a few minutes the only sound in the room were Izzy's sniffles.

„It's stupid" they whispered. Melting into Mattheo's touch on their waist.

„Hm?" Mattheo hummed continuing his movement on her waist.

„My reason. It's stupid." She sniffled again

„Oh malishka." He hugged her tightly, pulling her closer if even possible. „Why would it be stupid?" he kisses their cheek.

„I'm homesick."

„aw."  He gave his girlfriend's cheek a kiss. „It's not stupid, it's actually  kinda cute" She  felt his cheeky smile on her neck as he started  peppering kisses all over it.

„I don't want you to be sad anymore. What can I do to make you happy? You  know, besides just exist." They both laughed in sync as she turned to him. He took this as a sign to wipe away the rest their tears.

„I want..." They looked over his face with their lips pressed thin into a  smile. „Chocolate covered strawberries." Mattheo raised an eyebrow at Izzy.

„That's all?"

„You sound disappointed"

„No, no, I'm not...just hoped you'd I don't know...let me eat you out or   something? You know, happy head?" His attempt to try and stay serious failed miserably as he immediately started laughing after. Izzy received  a kiss before Mattheo stood up.

„I'll be right back with your strawberries." And just like that, Izzy is alone thinking about how much she loves Mattheo. And chocolate covered strawberries.

The loud beeping noise of her alarm wakes Izzy up in an instant. It was a goodbye gift from her dads when she left for college. Like she doesn't visit them ever second weekend they think every time they see the modern, grey alarm clock on their nightstand.

She swoops her legs off the bed tidying it up before making her way into the bathroom attached to their dorm's kitchen. On their way they can see  their roommate Mary still sleeping like a rock. Lucky her Izzy thinks. Never having to wake up early for classes.

Izzy  enters the small bathroom standing in front of the sink. Starting their  routine like always. Afterwards going to their closet to pick out an  outfit for the day. It's pretty sunny, I'll survive without too many layers. So they grab a pleaded skirt and turtle neck with no sleeves. Along with some funky socks, jewellery and her favourite doc Marten's, finishing their outfit. She grabs her bag and goes back into the   kitchen  and decides on a snack bar she found in the back of their sweets box. Good enough she told herself. But there is a reason she doesn't want to eat too much.

You see, her college was preparing for big events at the moment. Sport's finales, graduations, prom and the big summer break. This must be Izzy's favourite school season. Why? Simply because they start selling treats outside every school building. Even their comfort food. So when  she arrives at her favourite one, the chocolate covered strawberries booth, she really felt like a toddler on Christmas.

„Excuse me?" An unfamiliar, british accent catches the girl's attention. They   don't expect the person in front of them to be there. He is so close and so pretty. She surely is at loss of words.

„I'm looking for class 2-2, do you know where I can find it?" He occasionally looks at a barely alive looking piece of paper. Short glances towards the paper keep his attention off of the frozen girl. She can't help herself but stare at his beautiful face. The way his eyebrows knit as he tried to figure out if he read the notes correctly. His plum lips pressing into a thin line in concentration. And boy, his hair. Izzy slowly shakes their head to come back to this planet before answering.

„Yeah, that's -uh - that's my class." They clear their throat, not knowing when and how it dried up so quick. The mysterious man nods his head with a warm smile. „Just follow me" Izzy offers in a more question like tone rather than a statement. Intimidated, that's how she feels.

„Thank you, love. Lead the way" With that she brings the her unknown man, who might as well be a serial killer, to the doors of her 9 am lecture.

„This is it." Short and to the point. He gives Izzy another warm smile that makes their insides go warm. He quickly thanks her for her time and help before they both slip into the big room. There Izzy searches for a familiar, colorful head. Soup. They think as they spot a mix of washed out blue hair and some weird shade of orange. Probably expired dye. Izzy giggles at the thought making her way to her friend.

„Good morning, dearest Soup of them all." The brunette greats, leaving their   bag on the gigantic table. Soup pulls their attention off of their phone to look at Izzy sitting there with full enthusiasm.

„Good morning miss blushy cheeks." Soup teases, elbowing Izzy. Damn you, Soup. „Who got you blushing  this early in the morning?"

„What makes you think it's someone?"

„Well it's hard for me to believe that a brick has you all worked up" Maybe if it hit me in the face. they think.

„Well if you really want to-" The brunette's answer is cut short by the school bell and teacher requesting silence. Mr. Jones stood on the podium but today he isn't alone. There is someone standing next to him waiting to be handed over the class. Someone very familiar to Izzy, since they showed him the way here.

„Today with us here, in Journalism, is CEO Leander Edwards. A former student of mine. Who'll tell you all about his experiences with journalists." Everyone applaudes, Izzy now notices how sitting in the first row might not be such an amazing idea. Now that they're sitting right in front of Leander. Oh, Leander, what a pretty name.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones" He gives the teacher a cheeky smile. "Also thank you  all...So let's beginn shall we?" Is all Izzy could hear before they blended his accent and everyone else around them out. Oh, the way his lips move...

"Yo okay?" Soup's whispering voice wakes Izzy up from their daydreaming causing a loud gasp to escape from their mouth. And of course everyone had to look. As they look up to look at their teacher they lock eyes with Leander for a second. A magical second.

"Anything you want to share, Mrs. Laurent?" Her teacher asks putting more   attention on her, and more embarassement. Izzy quickly shakes their head  no as they whisper it. Her teacher realeases a loud hmpf before gesturing for Leander to continue. Just like Izzy, Leander couldn't keep his eyes off of her for the entire rest of the lesson. While Izzy looked at him with sorry eyes, hoping he won't hate her for ruining his lesson he was looking at her with curiosity and love.

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HARD TO GET [20]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything.

pairings: ran haitani x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

notes: P.S this is the final chapter by the way. it's also the so called happy ending.

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7 YEARS LATER

"Stressful day?" The bartender asks the moment she sees you slip through those doors. You nod and take a seat in front of her, watching her do her job. This is your favourite club to go to. It's near your house and the workers are so friendly. Emi recommended it to you when she started working here 2 years ago. She left the job though because she got hired somewhere else in a corporation.

You still attend here though, whenever you're feeling sad, mad, stressed or just bored.

"I got fired." You sigh. "It's so stupid. Guess why?"

"Why?" She asks as she mixes your drink together. You didn't even have to give her your order. She knew it off by heart, it was pratically muscle memory already.

"My boss— well ex boss, told me that I didn't live up to the company's expectations. Which is total bullshit. He’s just mad that I didn’t want to sleep with him.”

"Well, you should've let him hit." She laughs and hands you your drink.

"No. Ew." You grab a straw and stuff it inside your drink and begin taking small sips from it. Not wanting to get too drunk so fast.

"Are you still hung up over that dude, from college. You told me about him, few months back but I forgot his name. Beings with an R...."

"No." You say quickly. It's true, you're not. You moved on. Ran was a douche, his friends were also douches. You knew better than to fall for his tricks again. "I don't care about that pig."

"Ran! That was his name." She begins laughing and you scowl at her. "Okay, stop staring at me like that. I just have 1 question."

"If it's about him then no."

"It's not."

You take a moment then allow her to proceed with her question. "When was the last hookup you had?" You choke on your drink, lips pulling the straw from your mouth as you start coughing.

"What sort of question is that?"

She shrugs. "Just wanna test something."

Once you're done with your coughing fit, you take a moment to actually remember the last time you had sex. It's been a while. "I... can't remember."

"So you are still hung up on him!" She cheers and you shake your head.

"No! I am not. I just have better things to do." You say half heartedly. The real reason was because..... it felt horrible. You had around maybe 3-4 hookups over the last 5 years and each one felt bad.

When you consulted in Kaash for advice, she told you that men just sucked at sex and only fucked for their own benefit. Which wasn't a total lie. But then over time, as the sex got progressively worse, you assumed that you were the problem.

So you just stopped having it overall. It had been a couple years since you actually had sex after your realisation, but you weren't even complaining.

"Better things to do like what? You're currently jobless. You should just find some rich dude and use him for his money." She insists and first you think it through, then realise that will never happen to you.

"This isn't a movie. C'mon."

She shrugs. "Well, I'm saying there's a few good looking people in this club. You should find one."

You turn around, eyeing the men inside the club. There was some good looking people. Some looked a bit too old for your taste, some looked too young for your tastes. Some looked perfect, but they already had women by their side.

You shake your head and turn back to your drink. "I'll go home lonely tonight. It's fine."

She pouts at your words, only wanting the best for you. But decides to drop it anyway. She turns around to grab some wipes and wipe the surface down. The club doors open and a group of men walk inside. You don't look, but you can hear the bunch of women screaming for the nameless men.

You roll your eyes and place your elbow on the table, chin in palm as you twirl your straw around in your drink. You were so bored. You didn't feel like going home either.

The screams are getting even louder and it's starting to irritate you. Even though you're half way across the club from the entrance, you can see a group 6 men and a crowd of women surrounding them. You can't see them well but you just shrug it off, turning back to your drink ready to ignore.

The bartender looks over at the door, smiling to herself. "Oh, they're back tonight."

You look up from your drink. "Who is?"

"Those men. I don't know them personally but I they come in like once every few weeks. You see the pink haired guy?" She leans in closer to your ear as she points at the dude. You can't see his face because his back is towards you, all you can see is pink hair. Your mind flashes back to college, Haruchiyo's face pops up in your head. Not since then have you ever met someone with pink hair just roaming around.

"The pink dude comes in and orders like 4 strippers at once. It's crazy. He has his own section over there." You follow her finger as she points upstairs, the third floor. People like you were only allowed on the first floor, because it's what you could afford.

If you had connections, or it was your birthday, they allowed you to use the second floor, which was more spacious. The third floor, you heard was only for super important people. That or they were just rich enough to use it.

"Wow. Third floor? Must be loaded." You say, eyes trailing back to the pink haired.

"Yeah, I know right? He mistaken me for a stripper like 2 times. It was embarassing but he paid me for it. He's oddly sweet."

"Huh." Your gaze travels to the rest of the group. They all look rich and expensive. From what you can see of them at least. Their backs were still facing you.

"One of them is coming here, I'll be right back." She says and heads over to the other end of the counter. "Sir, I'll send a waitress over to the third floor for you."

The man nods his head and turns around. The two of you make vague eye contact before you quickly look away, back to your straw. From what you could see from the 0.01 second eye contact, the man was hot. He had short purple hair with black streaks and a few black peircings in his ear.

You try to focus on sipping your drink, but fail when you can feel his gaze on you. How long is this guy going to stare at me.... You think, feeling very awkward as if your every move is being examined thoroughly.

The stool next to you gets pulled open, the loud scrape from the floor makes your skin itch. He plops himself down next to you, chin in his palm as he examines your face.

You blink a couple seconds, then pull the straw from your lips. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"You look... familiar. It's weird." He says, voice deep and low as his eyes narrow while scanning your face.

"I have never seen you before in my life." You say, not even lying. You genuinely have no clue who this gentleman is. And he's apparently loaded since he's allowed in the 3rd floor. You've never met any rich people before in your life so.

The second Ran made eye contact with you, something inside him told him to approach you. He's not even sure himself, but he always listens to that voice inside him. Just as soon as he was about to get up and leave you alone, the bartender calls out your name.

"Y/N, I'm back, sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's alright." You face away from the rich man and back to her, giving her a sincere smile.

Ran's eyes widened. But he didn't show it of course. He was a master at hiding his emotions. He hasn't seen you in a good 7 years before he dropped out of school mid year along with Rindou and Sanzu.

What on earth were you doing in a club? It blows his mind. The Y/N from years ago wouldn't even step foot in a place like this unless your friends forced you too. Ran looks around, but there's no sign of your friends anywhere. So, you willingly came here? He thinks.

"Oh, Sir. You're allowed on the third floor now. It's open." The bartender said to Ran. You turned back to face him, remembering he was still there. Ran makes eye contact with you, smiling at the way your eyes dart around to look anywhere but in his eyes. You were still the same old cute Y/N from years ago deep down.

"Alright." Ran says, not standing up from the chair though. You look at him confused. You were the only person sitting here aside from him. Was he here for you?

"She said your floor was ready." You repeat, just in case he missed her words.

"I'm aware. I want to stay here. Get to know you." Ran shifts closer and you blink for a couple seconds.

"Okay... what do you want to know?"

"How old are you?" 25. Ran thinks.

"I'm 25. You?"

I knew it. He's smirking to himself. You seriously can't tell who he is? Is it the hair? He thinks he sounds the exact same, sure his looks has changed a bit, but so has yours, yet he was able to deduce you so quickly. Either you were just stupid or the alcohol you were having was getting to you.

"26."

You nod. "Cool." Then take another sip of your straw. This is so awkward you think. You still suck at making conversation, despite all these years.

"You single?" He asks, testing the waters.

You eye him skepitcally, "What's it to you?" You have no clue what this mans intentions are, but it can't be good. Because one, he's hot. Probably full of himself. Two, he's rich. Probably looking for a sugar baby or something. Your mind fills with all these dramatic conclusions.

"Cause you're too pretty to be sitting here alone. You get stood up or what?"

You look back at your glass, for some reason, you just can't maintain eye contact with this guy. Shaking your head as a response. "No, I didn't get stood up. I am single."

Good. Ran watches as you finish your drink, hands rubbing against your eyes, then checking your watch. "Are you leaving?" Ran asks, placing a hand on your wrist to stop you from going.

"Yeah, it's like 11."

"So?" Ran gestures for the bartender to make you another drink but you shake your head.

"No. It's fine. I don't want to drink anymore. I have to drive home."

"Then water." Ran suggests and when he sees the undecided look on your face, he gently pushes you back down to your seat. "Please? I want to get to know you."

You raise your brow, then finally cave in. "You're paying though."

"It's water." Ran laughs, "of course I'll pay."

"So you just wanted to flex on me?" You say, hand grabbing the water that was placed down in front of you.

"There's a lot I want to do on you."

You inhale sharply, watching how his eyes travel up and down your body, then back to your face as if he wasn't shamelessly checking you out in public. It's been so long since you did anything explicit with anybody, that your body immediately reacted to his words. Thighs rubbing together to try and reduce the ache in your legs.

Ran noticed and places his big hand on the skin of your thigh. You stop your movements, looking down at the hand on your thigh. "Sir?-"

"Hm?" Ran tilts his head, fingers sliding down, spreading your thighs apart. "What's wrong doll?"

You make eye contact with the bartender who winks at you and then tilts her head over to the bathroom. You knew what she's insinuating. Fuck it. You'll never see this man again in your life.

You slide off your stool and walk over between his legs, placing your hands on his shoulders. Ran's eyes go wide for a second, not expecting you to be the one to initiate anything. "Do you want to go somewhere to be alone?" You ask, pressing your thumbs into his shirt, rubbing circles as you stare into his eyes.

"Fuck, yeah. Let's go." Ran says, standing up tall. Your hands drop from his shoulders and admire how tall he actually is. His hands slip into yours and squeezes lightly to snap you out of your momentarily gaze.

You follow him up the stairs leading to the third floor, then into one of the bathrooms. The moment you get inside, Ran pushes you agaisnt the sink, hands trailing down your skin. "H-hurry up." You say, wanting to get over this fast. It's not like sex felt good for you anyway.

"I want to take my time." Ran says, lifting your dress up and over, exposing your bare ass. Ran grips it with his hand, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make you wince.

"I don't have all day." You say, trying to sound a bit annoyed but your voice comes out whiny as you make eye contact in the bathroom mirror. Ran grip on your hip tightens and he leans forward, his chest touching your back and his erection rubbing hard against your ass.

"You don't have all day? You got someone waiting for you?" He asks, voice hot in your ear making you flinch a little bit. Ran's grip tightens even more, enough to leave red marks on your skin as he waits for you to answer the question.

You shake your head, looking straight down, not able to look up and make eye contact with this man. Why was it so hard? You wince when he grabs a bundle of your hair, pulling your head back so he can see your face fully. "Use your words."

"No, I don't have anyone waiting for me." You say softly, staring into his purple eyes. That should have been the dead giveaway for you. Sober you would have instantly recogonised him just from the eyes alone. It's not everyday you meet someone with eyes like his. But sadly, sober you was long gone and would return hours later. You just knew you found his man smoking hot, and your body needed him.

Ran leans down and kisses your forehead. An oddly sweet gesture for a simple hookup, you think. But don't decline it either way. He places his hand on your back and bends you over the sink, hooking a finger underneath your panties and pulling down. You watch from the mirror as he starts to unzip his pants and pulls his cock out.

You can barely see it at first, because of the angle you're bent over at. But the second he starts to push inside you, you can feel every inch of him. Making you cry out and grab onto the edge of the sink for some sort of leverage. It was slippery, but you managed to grip tight enough. "Oh-oh my god." You moan out when he places both of your hands on your hips, holding you in place as he begins to thrust inside you.

"F-fuck you're still so tight." Ran moans slightly, sweat already forming on his forehead as he fucks you. Once again, his words should have been the dead give away for you, but you're not focusing on anything he's saying. In fact, it's hard to focus on anything with his size splitting you open.

You're mumbling something as your body gets pushed forward with every thrust he's giving you. Your teeth closing in on your bottom lip as he drags you by the hair, pulling you up to his chest. Your walls clench around him seeing the sight of the two of your in the mirror. Ran dips his head down to your neck, littering your skin with kisses and bites to prove he's yours even after all this time.

He knows he has no right. None whatsoever. He's the one that stopped talking to you. He's the one that left out of nowhere, leaving you with no explanation. But he just can't help himself. He's going to make it up to you. But he had to get a feel of you first. "How's that feel? Hm?" He whispers in your ear, fingers slipping between your legs and rubs your clit with his index and middle finger. "Ever been fucked this good before?"

You shake your head, "No, ne-never." It wasn't a lie either. Probably the first time in years where a man actually considered your pleasure as well as his own. Your mind does flashback to your first time with the man that shall not be named. But you didn't want to bring that up right now -- feeling it's not really appropriate.

Ran stills for a moment to pull out. A noise is disapproval slips from your lips as he pulls out. The next thing you know, you're being spun around to face the beautiful man. His hands slip beneath your ass and lifts you up onto the sink.

You raise your brow at the new position, watching him grab just above your ankle and spread your left leg further away from your right. You have to place your hands behind you for balance. Ran holds the base of his cock before re-inserting himself inside you.

Balancing yourself on one hand this time, you use the other to pull him closer by his shoulders. His hips snapped into yours, leaving absolutely 0 space between the two of you. The position had him filling deeper inside you, noises you didn't even know you could make escaped you as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking down to where the two of you are connected. "Shit." He cusses when he feels your nails dig past the fabric of his shirt and into his skin, leaving cresent shaped marks as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Oh, my god-- sh-shit fuck fuck, yes, please don't stop, I'm so close. Please, please please-" You begged and begged and begged, chanting please as you felt yourself reaching your limit. One more brutal snap of his hips hit directly against your spot, causing you to lose balance. The hand that was holding you up instantly flew to the man's neck, pulling yourself up now using his upper body for balance.

Your hips twitched and convulsed, body feeling as if you had just gotten several electric shocks as you creamed on his length, whispering curse words into his ear as you rode out your orgasm. "Fuck." The man breathes out against the skin of your neck, feeling your walls milk his cock, he cums inside you. His teeth sinking into your skin as he bucks his hips a couple times, just to make sure his cum is deep inside of you.

Your fingers start to play with the strands of his hair near the back of his head as he recovers from his own orgasm. The feeling of his cum soaking your walls made your heart flutter for some odd reason. Then coming to realisation that this is a stranger. A complete and total stranger.

When the so-called stranger finally does pull away, his cock had already softened inside you. He tucks himself back into his pants all the while making eye contact with you. Your eyes are droopy and there's sweat formed on your forehead. "Come here." Ran says, tugging your legs down from the sink top so he could stand between them. He presses a series of kisses on your lips before gripping onto your cheeks, squishing them in his hands. "Still so cute."

You're too exhausted to push him away, so you just allow him to fondle your face. Hands raising weakly to push him away, but fail when he grabs onto both of your wrists and places them back down to your lap.

"How was it?" Ran asks after a short moment. He already knows your answer, but in order for his ego to reach his peak -- the words have to come out of your mouth.

"Amazing." Your hand wipes away the line of sweat from your forehead.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, geniunely wondering if you're not in the right state of mind to recognise who he is, or if you know but you just don't care. Or if you're just stupid and can't recognise him.

You shake your head. "No, but I am sleepy."

Ran nods his head. So you're stupid. "You don't remember me. Y/N."

The way he says your name makes you blink for a moment, the sleep taking over until-- wait, he just said your name. You look up at him, any signs of sleep now long gone as you stare into his eyes. Those fucking eyes. It hits you now.

"Ran?"

He simply laughs, head dropping down as the realisation hits you so fucking late. "Took you long enough."

"Wh-what-wh- how?" You stammer on your words. So many questions forming in your mind, but yet you can't form a simple sentence.

"I was shocked at first, cause the Y/N I know doesn't go partying for one. And she would never hook up with a random dude she just met." Ran's hands find themselves on your hips, keeping you locked on the sink before you could run off. Not like you could anyways with that ache between your legs.

"I don't hook up with random guys." You admit, then wondering why the fuck you just hooked up with Ran before even knowing he was Ran.

"Your body couldn't resist me." That fuckin' grin is back on his face. One that has your blood boiling. "It's okay though," he leans down to your ear, "I couldn't resist you too." He admits then places kisses along your earlobe, making your body shudder. The kisses then travel downwards to your jawline, his lips passionately making out with your skin.

You want to yank him off. Scream at him for everything he did to you. This is the man that just took your v-card, then leaves with no explaination. You should be mad. But you find yourself closing your eyes, lips parted as he marks you. Fingers tugging at his hair to bring him even closer to you.

It's not him. You think. It's the way he makes you feel.

If that's what helps you sleep at night.

"Ran- stop." You finally say the words and he turns his head to look at you. His eyes scanning your face for any sort of discomfort. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Says who?" Ran has his nose against yours, tilting his head to the side so he could slot his lips right against yours. But before he could, you raise your hand, using it as a barrier between the both of you.

"You really hurt me Ran." Your voice cracks and you immediately look down, not wanting him to see you cry. You thought you had gotten over him. You had well convinced yourself you had. But him right now, giving you the same attention and kisses he did back then, it's like all those memories came flooding back. And it was too much for you to handle.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." Ran says, lifting your hand up to his lips, pressing kisses along your skin to soothe you. It works, but not enough for you to forgive him. "I-- I was stupid back then. Still am now, but--" Ran pauses, not sure how to explain his dumb actions. "I wasn't using you. The feelings I felt.. they were real. Too real. And I just got scared. I don't like being attached to people that aren't family. I didn't want to lose you, so I pushed you away before you could push me away. It's selfish I know. But-"

You look up when you see him lace your fingers together with his own. His large, longer fingers wrapping around your smaller ones. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything Y/N. I mean it."

"I'll think about it." You say. You think it's the perfect answer. It's not a solid yes I forgive you. But it's not a solid no I hate you. Truth to be told, you didn't know what you felt right now. You had every right to hate him and be angry at him. Yet you just couldn't hate him.

Yes you were still angry. But hate? You couldn't. Ever.

Ran pulls his phone out from his pocket, and you watch him unlock it. You can't tell what he's doing exactly, but from the reflection in his eyes, he's swiping to what seems like messages.

He hands the phone to you, and the phone is on a fresh contact. "I didn't know if you switched your number. Please?" You assume he's asking you to please put your number in.

You look up, seeing all signs of playfulness wiped clean from his face. He was being 100% serious now. You hold his phone in your hand and start to input your number. Ran smiles as he sees you co-operating and not screaming at him to leave your life again. This is showing him that you're willing to restart. He knows it will take time, but he doesn't care. He wants to make up the 7 years.

He's going to make up for those 7 years.

You swipe from the contacts, heading to messages to send yourself a text. But you also use this oppurtunity to look at his recent messages. For no reason. Just nosiness. You think. Definetly not because you want to check he hasn't been texting other girls.

Ran can see what you're doing, but stays silent to allow you the satisfication of thinking you're slick with your actions. After a while of scrolling, a slight giggle leaves his mouth. "There's no other girls Y/N."

You swipe off of messages app and close his phone. "I don't know what you're talking about." You play dumb, already embarassed that he caught you trying to be nosy.

"Yeah? So you weren't just looking through my phone just now?" Ran asks, gently taking his phone back and placing it back into his pocket. You shake your head, then slide off the sink. Knees wobbling almost immediately but you catch yourself before you could further embarrass yourself.

You start to redress yourself in the mirror. Adjusting your dress from it's hiked position back to normal. Leaning in closer to the mirror to examine all the marks he left on your skin. Ran wraps his arms around your sides, bending down so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. "Let me take you out. On a date. Wherever you want. As long as it's not a library or something."

"Hey! I'm not some geek." You frown and Ran laughs, tilting his head so his cheek rests on your shoulder. You also turn your head slightly to make eye contact.

"You used to be. It's cute though." Ran says, a genuine smile has graced his features. One that you've only seen a few times before. You turn back to the mirror, unable to look in the eyes of such sincerity. You make eye contact with him through the mirror, thankful that his big grip on your body was keeping you upright because you're for sure you would have fainted by now.

"Is that a yes?" Ran asks again, making sure he has your date secured in his books so he can clear out his entire schedule just to make time for you.

"I'll think about it."

If you and wanna forgive Ran it’s up to youuu

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Wheels Up

Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader (Y/N), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Emily Prentiss, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis, Jennifer Jareau, Matt Simmons, Luke Alvez

Summary: JJ goes on maternity leave, Spencer falls in love with her replacement that he's supposed to be mentoring, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greenaway work a case together that brings Simmons and Alvez in for help...

Warnings: Genius!Reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, star gazing, lots of fluff, mentions of past assault, grooming, drug addiction, spencer's trauma, Abductions, Rape, Murder (typical canon violence)

word count: 9.4K

a/n: this is for @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf CM fanfiction week, Day One: Favorite Character... only I couldn't pick just one.

To say Spencer fell in love at the least opportune time was a bit of an understatement. Everyone he’s ever come close to admitting his love to has either left him or died. Now he’s stuck with loving someone in secret, keeping it to himself and hoping that one day she’ll love him back.

He fell in love with a co-worker once again… which wasn’t the worst thing, office romances happen and it’s quite frankly all Rossi’s fault that they even had to worry about fraternization policies. The part that makes liking Y/N so difficult is that he’s supposed to be her mentor, he’s 5 years older than her, and if he was to ever make a move she would feel inclined to reciprocate in order to keep her job because that’s the unfortunate truth behind office relationships with significant differences in positions.

And worst of all… she doesn’t like him that way at all. She’s called him the brother she always needed, a best friend, the best mentor ever. She wasn’t interested in him in the slightest.

“And why would she be?” He’s said this to everyone who knew about his crush on her. “I’m old and boring and she’s so cool?”

But he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand that every time she asked him to hang back to help her file something, or when they would buddy up in hotel rooms to discuss cases all night and end up down some star trek rabbit hole instead, every time he talked to her she was falling in love with him right back.

It once again all circles back to Rossi, if it wasn’t for him, Spencer wouldn’t even know her. She wouldn’t have ever been introduced to the unit, he wouldn’t be attached to her at the hip and he probably wouldn’t be as happy as he is with her in his life. Even if she wasn’t his girlfriend.

He’ll never forget the day Rossi asked him to meet her, to help her settle in…

“Spencer, can I talk to you for a minute?” Rossi called him into his office.

He sighed, putting his book down and walking up the stairs to his office. He closed the door behind himself and smiled awkwardly, “what’s up?”

“Sit,” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk, where Spencer pulls one out and proceeds to sit down, anxiously. “As you know, both Kate and JJ will be out of the field in the next few months to have their babies and we need to bring someone in to fill the void until they return, so I reached out to the academy to see if they have any up and coming Dr. Reid like agents that they could loan us.”

“Why?” Spencer laughs at the choice of words.

“Well, honestly, why get new 2 agents when we could have two Reid’s? JJ will be back after a month or 2, it’s better to have more brains than brawn.”

“So they found someone and you want me to be their chaperone?” Spencer clues in. “Who are they?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a wonderful agent, but she’s pretty quiet, I don’t know much about her personally.” Rossi prefaces. “She’s a genius, high IQ like yours and just a plethora of knowledge inside that mind of hers. You’ll like her.”

“Alright,” he nods. “When do they start?”

“When JJ’s water breaks, but I’d like you to meet them and maybe even have them shadow you for a day?” Rossi asks, “I’ve actually arranged for you both to get dinner at a friend's restaurant?”

“Is this an arranged date or purely business? Don’t send me in there blind,” he worries. “I need at least a week's prep before I go on a date again.”

“It’s not a date, kid,” Rossi laughs. “She's just a lot like you were when I met you, and I know from watching you all these years that it’s not easy to do it alone, so can you just walk them through it?”

“Of course.”

That first dinner Rossi set up for them was more exquisite than either of them prepared for.

They spent the whole night discussing dissertations and their independent journeys through becoming a genius. He understood perfectly why Rossi and the Academy would think she was a lot like him, she was a genius, but she was awkward. It took a while for her to break out of her shell and open up, but by the end of the night, he already knew they were going to be friends.

“So,” she smirks, “would you mind telling me honestly how hard this job is?”

“Why?”

She sighs, “I’ve heard a lot about Thee Doctor Reid and how you were the youngest hired to the BAU and all the shit you’ve been through.”

“What are the rumours these days?” He awkwardly smiles back, rolling his eyes slightly.

“That you were brain dead in a cemetery from an overdose and yet you’re so smart you came back from the dead to kill the unsub and escape…” she looks more and more disappointed in the rumour as she tells it.

His tongue hits the roof of his mouth as he opens it to speak, making a tsk noise as he shakes his head. “Well, I did OD but it was the unsubs main personality that resuscitated me.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers.

He nods, “what about you? I’m sure you have a reputation based on a rumour?”

She presses her lips together the way he always did, just as awkward. She sighs, huffing the air out of her nose and looking fed up. “I was groomed and assaulted by an older boy who then told kids I had a stalkerish crush on him so if I was to ever tell anyone what happened, then no one would believe me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer knows the words don’t make up for what happened. “I’m guessing that’s why you wanted to get into profiling?”

She nods, “I got away with some PTSD and trust issues, most girls go through much worse… they deserve someone who gets it to look into their cases.”

Spencer nods. “That’s how I felt after my kidnapping too. It took a while for me to look at crime scene photos and not think about how they felt, and wonder why I lived when so many die?”

“I’ve never been a religious person,” she prefaces. “But I do believe we are here for a reason. Whether you choseto be here after your last life or this is some learning opportunity, or God is actually real? And you’re supposed to do good.”

“In narcotics anonymous, they reference god a lot, it’s helpful for the addicts, but I never get into it,” he opens up with her more than he’s ever opened up with any friend. “If my Devine purpose is to suffer in order to relate to those I’m supposed to help that’s a load of bullshit… honestly, I can get pretty angry thinking about why I’ve gone through what I’ve gone through doing this job, but it’s not as bad as what happened to me growing up, and it leads me to believe that I probably wouldn’t have had an easy time no matter how I live.”

She nods, “I know, I get that.”

“Sorry,” he snaps out of it. “I didn’t mean to trauma dump on you.”

“It’s exactly what I asked for actually,” she reminds him with a soft smile. “If you can still come to work every day, after all that, you must be incredibly strong— and if I’m anything like you the way people say I am, I guess I can do it too.”

He had no idea she would end up being his best friend.

She shadowed him just once in the office, picked up everything right off the bat and immediately made a name for herself in the unit. Derek tried multiple names on her before one stuck, and they knew it stuck when even Hotch called her Baby Genius.

She brought a different knowledge base to the team, similar to Spencers but visibly younger. She fit in with the crowds of kids they had to interview, she understood why kids reacted the way they did to trauma and abuse, and she was still a kid at heart. It was the reason Spencer fell for her.

She allowed him to feel free again. They went out together outside of work, going to events he always wanted to go to with a partner but never had a chance. She loved all the same things as him, and she takes him to places he’d never imagine enjoying before her.

Like laser tag… that was an afternoon he’ll never forget with her.

When JJ went into labour, that’s when Y/N started full time and Hotch hired Tara Lewis in the same week. The team barely had time to adjust to being undermanned before they were restocked.

Joining Spencer every morning for every case, she waited out front of her apartment for him to pick her up most mornings, sticking to his side throughout the long days and nights until he drove her home again. Even at work, they were partnered up for everything: heading to the M.E. together, bouncing facts back and forth at the precinct, playing good cop bad cop with perverts, and her personal favourite… Making the geoprofile.

And Spencer liked doing that part with her as well. Because it typically meant they were completely alone in a room, spreading out a map and leaning in close to each other as they placed every sticker and marker. Brushing hands, bumping shoulders, longing glances as they made connections… he also just liked to watch her hands move.

She was delicate and careful and precise… and he was falling in love with everything about her as the days went by.

Everyone on the team had noticed. It was really hard not to when they’ve all known Spencer for almost 11 years now. He was so different with her in his life, he was happy and giddy and dressing even better than before. His hair was perfect and he was glued to Y/N’s side. Or she was glued to his.

Even though they were mentally similar, physically they were polar opposites. Y/N wore all black and was a lot more outgoing than they expected. Rossi thought she’d be quiet… But she was constantly talking. To Spencer, to other officers, to witnesses, she never stopped talking and starting conversations, and thank god she did because she’s cracked 4 cases that way.

The biggest surprise the team learned about her happened on a case in Florida, a shooting in a local park in broad daylight with lots of witnesses meant the whole team was on the boardwalk asking questions. She went out to do her thing, talking to the local skaters, asking them if they knew anything but they didn’t want to cooperate.

They were too cool for the feds.

“Can I see your board?” She asks, “if I do some tricks will you answer some questions for me and Doctor Reid?”

“Knock yourself out,” one of the boys laughs as he hands her his board.

She hands Spencer her gun and shoots him a wink before taking off to do a few tricks. The whole team watches in awe then as Y/N showed off. Cruising along the halfpipe effortlessly like she was a professional.

“Okay Tony Hawk,” Morgan teases her, “where did that come from?”

“Skateboarding is easy, it’s just physics,” she shrugs. “I can figure skate too…”

“What do you want to know?” The boy takes his board back. “We always see some sketchy guys around here.”

Morgan pats Y/N on the back with a smile, applauding her ability to get anyone to open up before leaving her to take the statement.

“Agent?” One of the girls pulls her aside just before they are about to leave, “how did you do that kickflip? I’ve been trying to learn and the boys won't help me.”

“Sure thing,” she takes the girl's board and demonstrates a kickflip first.

“So, you see as I start the kickflip I bend my knees?” She shows her another kickflip all while explaining it. “Much like the with an ollie, I’m building pressure so I can apply it to the tail, making the board pop. The one thing that makes this trick different from the ollie is that instead of sliding my foot up, I just flick my toe out to the right of the board, by doing this, the board flips in a 360-degree motion.

She demonstrates again and it’s another flawless kickflip, and a huge smile on her face as Spencer watches her.

“How fast the board spins depends on how much force I put into it when I flick it out. As soon as the board flips in a full 360, your feet should connect and drive the board back to the ground.”

She hands the board back to the girl, “your turn.”

She takes a deep breath and shakes her nerves out before taking off on her board, looping around and carefully bending her knees, she follows every step and it’s a flawless kickflip.

“Flawless!!” Y/N claps. “Those boys better watch out, you’re a natural.”

“Thank you,” she wraps her arms around Y/N and gives her a hug, “it’s taken me so long to be able to do that, you’re so cool.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. “Good luck out there.”

She waves as she takes off on her board, leaving Y/N with a smile as she turns to Spencer. “I miss being that age and thinking everything is so cool.”

“You are really cool,” he agrees. Smiling softly as a blush fills his cheeks. “You’re always surprising me. Is there anything you can’t do?”

She laughs, “yeah the one thing I want to do the most.”

“Which is?”

She sighs, “maybe I’ll tell you someday.”

—

He’s sitting beside Penelope and Savannah, watching Derek and Y/N get drinks for what’s left of the group as the night drags on.

“When are you going to tell her?” Savannah asks.

“What?” Spencer pretends he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

“You have a crush on the new girl…” she pokes his cheek as he blushes and gives it away. “Tell her, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“She could feel forced to say yes because I’m a supervisory special agent and she isn’t and she wants to keep her job so she feels like she needs to,” Spencer worries. “I want her to like me back because she fell for me and I want her to initiate it because then I’ll know it’s not just a power dynamic issue.”

“Have you tried asking her, genius?” Penelope teases. “Because if you asked her then you’d know she has a crush on you and she’s afraid you’ll turn her down because you’re an SSA and she isn’t.”

“When did you hear that?”

Penelope pretends to lock up her lips and throw away the key, making Savannah laugh loud enough to get Derek's attention at the bar. When he and Y/N return, that’s when the questions start.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Spencer gets up and leaves the booth, walking out towards the smokers' exit at the back of the bar, getting a moment of semi-fresh air to think about what Penelope said.

“Spence?” She calls to him from the door, “are you okay? Can I come out here?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Sorry, I needed some air, it’s nothing.”

“Do you need a hug? I read it helps the most when people are stressed out,” she plays it off with a shrug.

“So you do have a crush on me?”

“She told you?” Her face lights with fury, “what the fuck, Penelope?”

“She didn’t mean to,” he tries to cover it up. “It was only brought up because I have feelings for you as well.”

Her eyes widen, her brows raise and her mouth slowly opens as she freezes.

“Y/N?”

She blinks a few times and shakes her head, “impossible. There’s no way.”

He laughs, “I’ll take that hug now?”

She lunges for him and wraps her arms around him so tight. Breathing him in, her hands wander his back as she takes in every second if it and he does the same. He can’t believe she’s that close to him, her hair smells nice and she’s so soft in his arms.

It’s quiet outside, they can hear the music behind the door, the people in the ally talking and the crickets in the night. It’s just them outside, holding each other in the smoking section with smiles on their faces, amazed that it’s finally happening.

“Can we keep this between us?” She whispers into his ear. “Just for a bit? I don’t want to go through all the paperwork and have to separate in the field if it doesn’t work out?”

“Wait,” Spencer pulls back. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

She nods, “well yeah isn’t that what happens when two people have a mutual crush? They date?”

“Okay,” he smiles, staring at her lips and then flicking his gaze back to hers with a blush. “I have more than a crush on you, I really, really like you.”

“Prove it,” she teases, “let's go on a real date soon?”

“You know what, let’s get out of here. I have something I want to show you,” he takes her hand and waits for her to nod.

“Take my lead okay? You don’t feel good and you’re going to wait outside while I say goodbye,” she has a plan right away

“After you,” he holds the door open for her and lets her inside first.

—

“I’m taking Spencer home, he’s not doing well,” she’s a much better actress than Spencer expected, patting his back and watching him leave the bar before her like she asked him to do. “He’s really anxious?”

Penelope looks worried, “oh no, I fucked up. I told him you like him.”

She just shrugs, “if he didn’t know that already then I guess he’s not as smart as he pretends to be.”

“See,” Derek looks at Savannah. “I told you everyone else also thinks he’s faking being that smart.”

“Shut up,” she shoves him and turns her attention back to Y/N. “Go make him feel better, he’ll like your company.”

“I’ll see you guys at work on Monday,” she waves them goodbye, surprised they bought it as she rushes her way back outside to Spencer.

He’s already in his car, engine running and waiting for her with a smile. “Come on,” he hurries her inside and is taking off down the road before she even has her seatbelt on yet.

“What’s the rush, Spence? It’s only 1 in the morning I’m sure tones of places are open still?” She teases.

“You’re going to like this, I used to go here all the time when I started with the bureau,” he explains, leaving the main road to take a back root, and eventually they’re driving on gravel.

“If you’re taking me here to murder me this is a dumb way to do it because they all know I left with you,” she teases. “At least when you go to get rid of me, do yourself a favour and dig 6 one-foot holes instead of one 6 foot hole…”

He laughs, “would you really give your murderer tips?”

She nods, “my goal would be to piss him off so much he either lets me go or murders me quickly. I don’t want to go through all the pain.”

“It’s not fun, that’s for sure,” he shrugs it off but she knows it hits too hard.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, reaching her hand out for his to hold by the gear shift. “I think you’re like the strongest guy in the world, you know that, right?”

“Why?” He asks as if that's a preposterous thing to say.

“I think if I got kidnapped and tortured at 24 I wouldn’t still be working in the FBI,” she admits. “I barely made it through the academy, I know this job is intense but I don’t think I could handle being in that situation.”

“If it’s up to me,” Spencer squeezes her hand tighter and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “You’ll never experience anything like that.”

He’s so good at making her feel safe that she almost believes he has the power to do that. He would do anything and everything to move fate for her safety.

He turns down another back road then, around the edge of a lake and towards a clearing. He follows old tire tracks and parks by the dock. “I found this spot one night on a random drive to clear my head.”

“I thought you hated driving?” She quizzes him.

He shrugs, “I like to drive at night when no one else is on the road because then I don’t really have to worry about anyone else. I hate driving because I can’t always anticipate other drivers' movements. If I could read minds, then I’d drive more.”

“Valid,” she nods, “now why is this such a special spot that you needed to show me right away?”

“Well, I have a telescope and it’s been in my trunk for the last 13 years so that every time I come here, I can look up at the moon…”

“You brought me here to look at the moon with you?” She swoons, “that’s so cute.”

“You think?” He looks like his heart is doing the same swelling as hers.

She gets out of the car before she can lean over and kiss him the way she wants to. In his trunk, he does have a telescope, and a blanket, which they set out on the dock and sit upon.

The sound of the lake, the loons in the distance, frogs and crickets and music travelling from somewhere down the lake. The moon was big, the stars were amazing, and this was the closest she has ever seen them. It's amazing, and of course, it was Spencer showing her everything.

He was everything to her.

And it didn’t take long for him to become everything to her either.

Joining the BAU was a dream to many at the academy, but Y/N never thought that she would get the job, overjoyed that she did. They were a family unit; they got the job done, they protected each other, and it was a wonderful environment to be a part of. She obviously liked Spencer the most out of everyone. He took her in, he made her feel comfortable and safe and she opened up more with him than she has with anyone she’s labelled a “best friend” in the past.

She liked everything about him. The way he talked with his hands, how his sweater, vest, shirt and tie always match, his gun looks a little out of place on his belt, like it’s too big for him, but it’s cute. His hair’s been getting longer too, sometimes he wears glasses and sometimes if she’s lucky, he doesn’t shave every day.

She can’t take her eyes off him when he’s busy and won't notice, just to then move her focus away when he stared at her. She only wishes she could see the way he stares at her in awe, because if it’s anything like how she looks at him, he must love her.

She keeps her hand in his, trading the telescope back and forth in turns, her face was close to his every time they switched and she kept getting bolder with each exchange. Letting Spencer look, she kept her face close to his, kissing his cheek softly as soon as he was busy peering up at the moon.

He turned to her with a gasp, “what was that for?”

“You’re cute,” she shrugs. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.”

“How long?” He teases, leaning in closer and kissing her nose to make her laugh.

“Since you dropped me off at my house after that first dinner…”

“So this is me,” she nods out the window, “thank you for the ride, I appreciate not having to be in an Uber all by myself.”

“Anytime you need a ride, you can give me a call?” He asks. “Seeing as we’ll be going to the same place anyway.”

She nods with a smile, “I’d love that, do you live close to here?”

“Just up the street,” he nods. “So we could carpool?”

“I can drive some days if you want?” She asks, “I know you mostly take the subway, and I know that because I’ve seen you reading on there before.”

He can’t help but smile, “so you never thought to say hello?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “you looked peaceful, and I’m sure you don’t get many moments like that in your line of work.”

He sighed, knowing she was right. “If it ever gets to be too much for you, please never feel like you have to pretend to be okay? None of us expect you to be stone cold, none of us are either. The job gets to us, just tell me if it gets to be too much?”

She looks from his lips back to his eyes and over again, “thanks, Spencer.”

He does the same to her, “anytime. Should I walk you to your door?”

She shakes her head, “that’s okay you’ve done enough for me tonight.”

“Fair enough,” he laughs. “Have a good night Y/N.”

“You too, Spencer,” she smiles before she exits his car, smiling at him from her porch before he drives away.

“So it’s been mutual this whole time?” He shakes his head at the absurdity. “I’ve been so lonely for so long and then I found you and you make me feel like I don’t need to be alone anymore.”

“You complete me too,” she makes one more comment before connecting their lips.

It’s like the world stops then. It’s silent and serene and everything she thought kissing Spencer Reid would be.

She pulls back with a smirk, “oh no.”

“What?” He worries.

“I’m going to want to kiss you all the time now…”

“Good,” he mumbles the words against her lips before reconnecting them.

—

At work on Monday, it’s very hard for them to look at each other without remembering that they’ve kissed. Spencer’s practically glowing with admiration for her that he gives it all away. He’s overly happy, offering to do things for others, standing way too close to her and bringing her coffee all morning.

“Okay, pretty boy,” Derek takes him by the scruff of the neck and redirects him into his office. “What’s going on with you today, I know you’re not this happy for JJ’s return?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you get laid or something?”

Spencer laughs, “no, you know I don’t get laid. You actually remind me of that fact quite often.”

“You’re so happy I’m worried you’ve moved to crack,” he says it. “Okay, you were acting weird on Friday, you missed brunch on Sunday and now you’re waaay too happy.”

“I’m not on drugs again,” Spencer assures him. “I’m just letting myself enjoy my time with Y/N, if she falls in love with me in the meantime that would also be nice.”

“Oh, so you’re doing this to get laid,” Derek teases him again. “That’s good, I’m sorry if I triggered you by asking, but I had to make sure you’re okay.”

“No, no,” he places his hands on Derek's shoulders, “thank you for caring.”

“Always—“

“Guys!” They hear Hotch yelling from the bullpen, cutting the tender moment short, saving Spencer from spilling the truth.

Rushing back, he sits beside Y/N at the briefing room table. “We have a bad one,” Emily Prentiss of all people walks in the door, followed by Elle Greenaway.

“We’ll have time to mingle in a minute, right now there is a woman who needs our help,” he announces.

Spencer quickly reads over the case files, recognizing Elles handwritten notes, she was a private investigator now. “With Penelope’s help, I’ve been able to set up alerts in College chatrooms in the area so that I can help to missing and assaulted women right away.”

“She’s alerted when someone reports a missing woman and she has advertisements for people to reach out to her for help,” Penelope explained.

“I’ve been working on these cases for the last 9 years,” Elle announces. “This morning Aasia Desai called me saying her sister Bahni never showed up for lunch and it’s not like her, we know she went clubbing last night and so far Penelope’s tracked her down an ally and then she’s gone.”

“Her parents are British diplomats so Interpol has asked me to join, luckily I was just in Ontario so it was a short trip over,” Emily adds. “JJ will be here in half an hour for her first day back, and we will celebrate when we can, but I see we have some new faces here?”

“Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” she waves, still glued to Spencer’s side. “I’ve heard a lot about you both from Doctor Reid.”

“Doctor Tara Lewis,” she stands and shakes Emily’s hand, and then Elles.

“So it says here that the first missing case was in 2006 just after you left the BAU?” Spencer changes the subject before anyone can pry into why he would be telling her about the women who worked there before her.

“I did,” Elle nods. “I was too late for her, by the time her parents realized she was missing and called me in the case was cold. I started this as a way to get ahead of it.”

“How long has she been missing?” Tara asks.

“She was last seen at 1:07 this morning,” Elle confirms. “We have 25 hours, maybe, to beat the odds.”

“Reid,” Hotch cuts in, “I would like you and Elle to go check out the street she was last seen on, find any private cameras or anyone who might have seen something.”

He turns to Y/N who just shrugs in silence; “it’s fine.”

“Tara and Derek, I’d like you to interview Aasia when she and JJ get here, Garcia can you do a deep dive into Bahni’s spending and academic records?”

“Sure thing,” she starts clicking away on her computer immediately.

“And Y/N,” Elle looks at her. “I need you to go over the footage of the man who followed her to the alley and get familiar with his face. We’re using you as the face of the investigation to hopefully draw the unsub out.”

“How would she be able to do that alone?” Spencer gets defensive, a way he used to with JJ when she was the media liaison.

“If she goes on the news and makes Bahni seem like a person while describing the unsub as someone who can help solve the case, it will draw him out,” Emily explains for Hotch, who is glaring at Spencer for second-guessing the plan already.

“And she’s college-age,” Elle adds. “If that’s who he’s been going after all this time he will want to come in and talk IF he can talk to her.”

She places her hand on his leg under the table, “it’s a good plan.”

“It is,” Hotch agrees.

“What do you not have a saying to replace wheels up when they stay in town?” Elle teases him.

“Wheels away?” Emily joins her, “that works?”

“just get to work,” Hotch tries not to smirk at them.

Spencer stands up to leave with Elle, “can I just talk to Spencer before he leaves?” She carefully asks Hotch.

“Make it quick,” he agrees reluctantly and lets her follow him down to his desk.

Spencer rests his hands on the back of his desk chair, holding it tightly in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I’m going to be fine,” she assures him. “I don’t think the guy on the tape took her, we’d see him leave if he did.”

“Unless he lives in the alley,” Spencer combats. “Can you ask Penelope to do a background check on all the cars coming in and out of the campus and that street between midnight at 2 am?”

She nods, placing her hand on his gently. “Good luck out there, okay?”

He nods, “it’s been 2 days they’re going to know by the end of the week.”

She laughs, “so be it.”

He says fuck it right then and there, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing the top of her head as the team watches in the briefing room. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yes you will,” she smacks his side as he lets her go. “If you’re going to make a scene at least give me a real kiss.”

“Hmm,” he teases. “No cause then I’d have to sign some paperwork and I’ve got to go…” he starts to back away.

“Coward,” she teases.

He just shrugs, meeting Elle by the door and heading towards the elevators in silence.

She doesn’t ask, not even when they get to the garage or inside the SUV. They’re driving down the road for maybe 2 minutes when Elle finally brings it up. “So—”

“What do you want to know?”

“It's that easy now? What happened to you?” She teases. “You’re so different from the baby Spence I left.”

“Well you missed my drug problem, my dad being a possible child molester, getting shot in the knee, getting shot in the neck, my girlfriend dying, and now my mom might have Alzheimer's so you know… I had to grow up a bit,” he lays it all out for her to ask any question she wants.

“Why don’t you ever call me? I would have been there for you through anything,” she reminds him.

“I know that,” he reaches over for her hand, “thank you. But I was a big fan of suffering in silence… and now I have Y/N and she makes me feel normal?”

“That’s good, you deserve some fraction of normal in your life and she’s really cute,” Elle smiles back at him before returning her focus to the road. “How old is she?”

“27,” he smiles. “She’s the best.”

“You love her,” Elle notices it.

He presses his lips together to fend off a smile as he nods, “I think I do.”

“Tell her, you deserve to hear that someone loves you back.”

—

She’s anxiously tapping her foot as she waits for the elevator to arrive with the suspect, Rossi standing just behind her. Only 15 minutes after being on the news, the man that was in the security footage contacted them. Making his way over for a voluntary interview.

He looks Y/N up and down with a smile, “I heard you were looking for me.”

“I sure was,” she plays along with it, smiling and making him think she’s interested as well. “I knew you’d get the message, we just need all the help we can get right now.”

“Of course,” he has his ego stroked so well that they can roll with it.

“Would you mind coming with me and Agent Rossi to talk about everything you saw?” She batts her lashes at him, really selling it.

“Sure,” he follows them down the hall.

Rossi opens the door and lets them in first, letting her get him settled and a glass of water. “So you can tell me everything from that night?”

“Sure,” he nods, explaining his taxi job, his run for the night and his alibi.

“So why did you step back into the doorway?” She asks as she sits in front of him. Straight-faced as she catches him off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“You stepped out of the way to let her pass and then followed her, she made no motion to say she wanted your services, so I’m just wondering why you would follow her before she disappeared?”

“Huh,” he suddenly feels played and his personality switches. “I thought this was just a chat?”

“I’m simply asking you questions? If you don’t have answers that makes you suspicious. An innocent person would have given me an answer,” she fights back.

“She’s right, you got very defensive very fast,” Rossi finally speaks up.

He shakes his head with a huff. “I was going to ask if she needed a ride, she looked pretty messed up. And then some guy came over and wrapped his arm around her and they walked off. They seemed to know one another. I thought she was safe in his hands.”

Only his tone doesn’t match the words. He sounds jealous— It’s not like she would have been a large tab, he wasn’t jealous because he lost a customer. No, he’s jealous like someone stepped in and prevented him from snatching an easy victim.

“Fair enough,” she pretends to believe him. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

“I can go now?” He changes right back to confused.

She nods, “I’ll escort you down if you’d like?”

“Thanks,” he stands and follows her to the door where Rossi stops her.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, “I’ll be back up shortly.”

She catches up with him by the elevators, “did you have to drive far to get here?” She makes small talk.

“Not really,” he shakes it off. “I like your necklace.”

She touches her necklace and her face drops, “thanks.”

“Necklaces are my favourite.”

“You don’t wear any?” She notices in the form of a question.

He shakes his head as the elevator opens at the ground level. “I think they’re nice gifts.”

She nods along, pretending that didn’t set off every ret alert and alarm in her mind, “well here you are. Thanks again for all the help.”

“No problem,” he goes to leave, turning to stop and block the doors from closing. “If you want, later tonight I can show you everything I saw at the alley?”

“Yeah, sure,” she agrees with no plan to go.

“8 pm? At Cafe Linda?”

“See you then,” she agrees and he steps back letting the door close and then she loses her cool.

Feverishly smashing the floor 6 button, and begging to make it back up to Hotch to tell him everything. But she also just wants to cry but she holds it in as she makes it to their floor matching past Rossi and right into the briefing room.

“He may not be our unsub but that man is a creep,” she announces. “He not only complimented my necklace but he asked me to come to the alley tonight so he can walk me through what he saw.”

“You’re not going,” Hotch announces.

“I didn’t plan to,” she snaps. “I think we need to look into him because he’s either giving little girls necklaces to keep them quiet or he’s taking necklaces after he kills women.”

“Kathy’s parents said she was in a necklace when she went missing,” Emily adds. “His connection to this case and being at NYU right before she went missing gives us enough probable cause for a search warrant.”

Hotch sighs, “fine. I’ll call a judge, you and Y/N can go and search his place.”

“So shouldn’t we arrest him before he leaves the building?” Morgan asks.

“He’s still in the garage, I’ve let the security know to stop him and arrest him at the gate,” Garcia adds, listening in and planning in advance.

“Thank you,” Hotch smiles at her, “you’re always reading my mind.”

Garcia smiles back at him, “always, sir.”

“Okay, let’s go,” she looks at Emily and waiting for her to turn to leave the room.

“Let’s,” she motions for Y/N to take the lead and follows.

The drive to his house is so weird… she doesn’t quite know how to talk to Emily, knowing only slightly about her and her knowing nothing about Y/N.

“So how long have you and Spencer been dating?” Her first question just gets right to the point.

She laughs awkwardly, “3 days…”

“Oh…”

She hums as she nods along, looking out the window and avoiding Emily’s eye contact. “It’s new, we’re both pretty infatuated with each other but we’re taking it slower than most people because I’m afraid to let my feelings change how I do the job.”

“Makes sense,” Emily replies. Her voice is so sweet, she has an aura of calm that follows her and lets Y/N feel safe. She gets why Spencer said she was his best friend on the team before her.

“The necklace comment… why did it make you so wary of this guy?”

“When I was in middle school a guy gave me a necklace while he was grooming me,” she whispers. Looking out the window and pretending it doesn’t bother her now. “It’s fine, I don’t have it anymore, but I knew this guy had that same vibe.”

Emily put her hand out, letting Y/N interlock their fingers and hold it. “I know I just met you, but you’re family now. I’m here if you’re ever suddenly not fine with it anymore…”

“Thanks,” she smiles. “Let’s get this fucker.”

—

By the time the warrant went through, Spencer and Elle had joined them to search the first suspect's house while Emily left to help the rest of the team with suspect two. Tracking all the license plates in the area like Spencer suggested lead them to a Chinese food delivery driver in the area.

That didn’t stop Y/N from destroying her suspect's house. They tore the house apart, searching every nook and cranny for any answer that would make sense. She was tempted to lift the floorboards up, call in SCSI to run ground-penetrating radar and search the fucking walls if they had to.

But then she found it.

A small metal box in the laundry room contained some tools and when she lifted up the fake bottom, she found 5 necklaces.

“Elle!!” She yelled through the house.

They both came running down the hall to her, “is this Kathy’s necklace?”

“Oh my god,” she whispered with a nod.

“I want to kill this guy,” she mumbles under her breath as she places the necklaces back in the box and closes it up.

“Spencer doesn’t need another girl he has a crush on to murder someone and get kicked out of the bureau,” Elle teases.

“What?” Y/N asks.

“Way to go,” Spencer nudges her.

Y/N stands up with the box and slides it into a large evidence bag before taping it up. “I guess he has a type then.”

“I don’t,” Spencer tries to cover up. “I mean, if I do then it’s people who are nice to me…”

She smiles at him, unable to even pretend to be jealous or mad. “It’s hard to be mean to you when you’re so cute.”

“Ew,” Elle announces her disgust as she leaves the room.

“Let’s get out of here before I end up kissing you in a murderer's laundry room,” Spencer teases, taking her hand and leading her out of the house as the rest of the forensics team takes over the bagging of evidence.

“Guys,” Elle rushes back to them with her phone pressed to her ear. “We have a bigger problem than we thought with Bahni.”

They rush into the SUV, putting the team on the speaker to hear the most unthinkable. “So I did what Y/N suggested and searched every single driver coming in and off-campus and the last street she was seen on,” Penelope explains back. “And I came across a man who was delivering Chinese food under the name Tom Larson… and it’s ironic his name is tom because he has a plethora of peeping offences and general creepiness alongside a metric shit-ton of abuse from his dad and dead mother.”

“Okay?” Elle follows.

“Tom Larson lives near Bahni,” Emily explains, “I was just at his house where I found him and his father had been murdered.”

“So we have not 1 but 3 creeps in this case, and none of them are who took Bahni?” Spencer rubs his eyes. “Please tell me we know who was in Tom’s car last night.”

“That’s where it gets tricky,” Penelope says with the doles tones of keys clicking behind her words. “We were just contacted by the fugitive Taskforce because they believe one of the murderers they’ve been tracking took Bahni… but he has ties to a much larger scale global sex trafficking ring.”

Elle flies through the streets with their lights on, pulling back into headquarters and right up to the security check. “So who is this guy?”

“Once you get back up here, Agent Simmons and Alvez will explain everything,” Hotch confirms. “I’m taking Derek to see Cruze, we need to tell him what’s going on.”

“Sounds good,” Elle hangs up and throws the SUV in park.

Y/N hesitates, staying put and taking a few breaths as Spencer watches. Elle’s left the car and is already on her way to the elevator. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I just have a hug real quick?”

“Yeah,” he wraps his arms around her and holds her close. “Are you okay?”

She nods against him, “yeah it’s just good to have at least 8 hugs a day.”

“Hug me whenever you need to,” he whispers against her hair, kissing the side of her head before she pulls back.

“Kisses are helpful too?”

He smiles, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, mumbling against them, “how many?”

She hums, “10?”

He pecks her lips 10 times and counts each one, making her giggle, it takes so much effort to hold her smile back to keep kissing him but she feels much better.

“Thank you,” she beams and she can swear Spencer's eyes sparkle as he smiles back.

She pulls him into another hug, “I hate that we have to go catch a killer right now.”

“Come on then, as soon as we get him we can go on another date somewhere?”

She shakes her head, “after this case I think we should take a nap together… I’m exhausted and I don’t want to let you go.”

Spencer shakes his head in amazement, “you really like me?”

“Yeah, maybe I do,” she teases him. “You should get used to it because it’s only going to get more intense and I will smother you with love.”

He just shrugs, “it’s about time—“

They’re startled with a knock on the window, “we get it you’re in love, can we go now?”

“Sorry!” Y/N calls back with a giggle, pulling him in for one last kiss before getting out. Spencer follows with a deep blush that everyone will see when they get back upstairs, but it looks cute on him.

Luke Alvez has been trying to catch one criminal for the last 2 years. Simon Garrett has been a pain in the ass for the FBI, the CIA and DEA. He first showed up on their radar when his DNA was found on 14 women’s remains, all of who had been missing for at least 5 years.

His DNA was then traced to his son in the foster system, who’s been off the radar for the last 10 years. Everette Garrett.

“Now he’s interesting because I’ve been investigating his sex trafficking ring between Canada and the United States,” Matt adds. “All 14 women his father's DNA was found on were thought to be in his ring, which means when they get too old he hands them to his father to take care of.”

Y/N shakes her head as she listens, “so if you’ve been looking for them for this long what makes you think we can find them in time to save Bahni?”

“We’ve been tracking him for a while, we knew that he had a new girl on his radar and when we heard it was Bahni Desai we knew it was time to get you guys,” Matt explains.

“So far we know that she has to be taken to this warehouse in Alexandria before she goes any further, we’re going to intercept them before they make it to the warehouse and then use their car to gain access to take the whole thing down,” Luke rolls out a map of the facility then.

“We need to have the place surrounded for any runners, SWAT is getting prepped, we’re going tonight at 3 am,” Matt adds. “Morgan, Hotch, Prentiss, Alvez and Myself will be running a team at each of the 5 exits. Once inside, each team's swat unit will deploy gas to carefully knock everyone out, from there we need someone to cuff everyone at least until we know who is a victim and who is working there.”

“We’re taking everyone alive?” Spencer makes sure he hears them right.

“We need to know what the step after this warehouse is if we want to rescue more victims,” Luke’s voice is gentle yet stern as he explains. “I’ve seen this man take too many women from good homes and ruin their lives, I’m not letting him slip out of my fingers.”

“We’ve had this planned for months, we just needed to wait for the next confirmed drop-off.”

“Who’s driving?” Y/N asks, having a feeling it was her and Spencer.

“He’s Reids age,” Hotch announces from the door as he walks in with Cruze, “so we’ll replace Everette with Reid and Bahni with Y/L/N.”

“Rossi and Elle will be there to apprehend Everette, we’re setting up a fake traffic spot to irritate him and inhibit him from running. You two will be in a duplicate car arriving at the warehouse at the arranged time,” Emily confirms. “We just have to prep SWAT and then we can leave.”

“Alright, let’s get ready.”

—

Pretending to be kidnapped in the back of a car driven by her boyfriend was possibly the weirdest way to spend a Tuesday morning. Driving the exact make and model as their unsub, her heartbeat was loud enough to cover the sound of the engine and distract her from the long drive. She was overly anxious, and rightly so, it was her first sting.

And she was doing it all without coffee. Tired but full of adrenaline, she wanted to close her eyes and drift off but she knew she needed to be ready to apprehend the men at the gate with Spencer.

She feels the large bump, indicating they just went over a speed bump and she knows what that means. The car slows and she can hear the muffled talking before swat steps in, soon enough Spencer is cracking the trunk open and reaching in for her.

“Are you okay?” He helps her to her feet and makes sure her bulletproof vest is on right before handing her, her gun and watching her clip it on.

“Yeah, what happened?”

“The guards are down, Swat moved in as soon as we arrived, now we have to stand here and wait for them to clear the building,” Spencer explains as they walk to the front of her car.

She draws her gun and keeps it pointed low, guarded as they watch the front entrance for anyone to escape. “Do you know if Bahni is okay?” She whispers towards him.

He nods, “they radioed in that they got her, she’s being airlifted to the hospital with JJ right now.”

She nods with a deep breath, “okay good.”

“It’s going to be fine, we have enough SWAT here to take the government,” he tries to joke, getting a laugh from one of the officers… very strange to see someone laugh while holding an assault rifle.

One of the swat side steps towards Spencer, “I’m hearing on the line that they’ve cleared every room. They’re cuffing everyone, you’re free to enter.”

“Thanks,” Spencer replies.

The high-pitched screech rubber gripping asphalt in an attempt to stop draws their attention backwards. Elle and Rossi jumping out with their guns drawn, ready to join even though the exciting part is long over.

“No runners?” Elle asks, holstering her weapon. “Aw man, I was excited.”

“Not a one,” Y/N adds, watching the front entrance for the rest of the team to start funnelling out with the unsubs.

Luke exits first with a big smile on his face, Simon Garrett cuffed and barely stumbling out the door in front of him. He finally got him.

“well done,” Elle congratulates him. “Let me help you get him in SWAT van.”

“I think she has a thing for Luke,” Rossi leans into Y/N to gossip. “she wouldn’t stop asking about him on the drive…”

“Ooo,” Y/N teases, getting more and more tired as her adrenaline drops. Her eyes are heavy and Rossi can tell.

“Why don’t I bring you and the good doctor home, I don’t think they need all of us for the wrap-up,” Rossi pats her back. “You’ve had a long night, kid.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, holstering her gun and turning with him towards the SUV. “I’m so exhausted.”

“Well you’ve been on the job for almost 24 hours now, you’ve officially made it through your first overnight sting op,” Rossi congratulates her like he’s her grandpa.

She turns back when she doesn’t hear Spencer following her, “Spence? Are you coming?”

“Um,” he has something to ask as he follows then but he doesn’t say it. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay, come sit with me in the back?” She asks, sliding in beside him and resting her head on his shoulder as soon as their seatbelts are on.

“Did you still want to have a nap together?” He whispers, feeling her nod against his shoulder before she pulls back.

“Come here,” she tugs him in against her chest, snuggling in as best as she could in their sitting position. Holding him close and feeling him drift off in her arms. She has no problem following suit.

When she wakes, Rossi is parked outside of her apartment, “here you go, Y/N.”

She hums as she comes to, shaking Spencer awake too, “Spence, come on, let’s get to bed.”

“He’s going with you?”

She nods, “don’t tell Penelope. She’ll have a field day, I just want a nap.”

“You better get more than a nap,” Rossi orders. “You guys need to actually rest before you come back to work on Wednesday.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she teases him. “We will.”

“Bye Dave,” Spencer whispers as he gets out of the car. “Thank you for the ride.”

“Anytime kid,” Rossi waves them off, waiting for them to enter the building before driving away.

“Finally,” she sighs, dragging Spencer down the hall and towards her apartment. “I’m so fucking tired.”

“me too,” he barely says.

He follows her inside like a lost puppy, taking off his vest and shirt, slipping out of his pants until he’s in an undershirt, boxers and his mismatched socks. She’s amazed by how comfortable he is with her, but she has known him for 3 months, it’s enough time to fall in love with someone… right?

She’s loved him since she started working with him. When she realized he valued her opinions, he looked at her as a person and he genuinely loved her company. She felt a real connection with him, not just childish infatuation. He was everything to her.

She slides into bed beside him and snuggles in, wrapping an arm around his middle and resting her head on his chest.

“I guess I really can do everything,” she smirks.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

She pokes his chest and giggles away the awkwardness, “the thing I wanted to do most, the thing that I couldn’t do… that was to fall in love with you, but I did it anyway.”

“Well, then I guess I can do everything too.”

She pulls away to look at him, “I love you, Spencer. I don’t know if it’s too soon, but I’ve loved you for a while.”

He pulls her in for a kiss, shocking her as he breathes her in and holds her there. “I love you, more Y/N.”

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[falcqns]

wrong person

pairing: daddy!chris evans x little!reader

summary: chris takes his anger out on the wrong person.

warnings: angst, fluff, DDLG relationship.

a/n: hope you enjoy!

you sniffled one last time, clicking submit on the assignment, before slamming your laptop closed and pushing it away from you.

you wiped your eyes and sighed in relief. the last assignment had really frustrated you, and you were glad that it was over. it was hard enough fighting your little headspace while trying to do classes, but trying to do an assignment was even harder. Chris was usually right there with you while you did your schoolwork, as it was hard for you to keep up with what the teacher was saying while little, especially as the end of the year and graduation grew nearer.

when it came to assignments whenever you were little, Chris would type it up for you, while you told him what to write. you had gotten permission from your professors to do this, and in the end, it made school work just a little more tolerable.

you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to slip into your little space and grabbed your favourite fluffy blanket and stuffy wrapped the blanket around yourself and headed downstairs, in search of your Daddy.

you passed the kitchen where Scott was making dinner, and gave him a wave before walking into the living room where Chris was typing on his laptop.

you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, but jumped back when he turned around and yelled at you.

“FOR GOD SAKES STOP!” he screamed, and your eyes filled with tears, both from the fright and the fact he was angry with you for seemingly no reason.

his eyes widened when he realized you weren’t Scott, and he reached out towards you, but you took off running in the opposite direction, sobs falling from your lips.

he heard his bedroom door slam, and headed to his bedroom, ignoring the shouts from Scott about how he was an asshole.

“yeah i know, no need to remind me!” he shouted back at his brother, and opened his bedroom door. he followed the sound of your sobs through the bedroom and into the bathroom. he found the door unlocked, and he walked in. his heart broke when he saw you.

you had opened the linen closet and climbed in the bottom where there was a good 2 metres (height and length wise) of unused space underneath. you always went there when you were upset or needed to be alone, so Chris put some pillows, a rug, some faerie lights, and even a curtain up to shield you from the rest of the world. behind the first stack of towels on the first shelf above you was where Chris and you kept the majority of your little things, other than your clothes, which were put in the closet, as no one else except Chris, Scott and your academic advisor knew you were a little, and you'd like to keep it that way.

Chris sat down on the bathroom floor and sighed. “i’m sorry baby girl.” he said, but your sobs only increased.

"jus' wanna hug," you wailed, and Chris swore, his head falling back against the cabinets. "was havin' bad day, and jus' needed a hug! didn' mean ta make you mad!"

"I am so sorry baby. Scott was annoying me earlier and I was at the end of my rope with him, and I thought you were him so I yelled." he explained, playing with his hands.

"didn't mean you hadda yell!" you sobbed, and Chris nodded in agreement.

"you're absolutely right. I didn't have to yell. I'm so sorry that I did, but if you come out I can make you feel better," he offered, and at first there was no movement. a few seconds pass, then there was a sniffle, followed by movement.

you came out of the closet, and Chris could have burst into tears when he saw you bundled up in your blanket, your stuffy secure under your arm, your hair tousled, and tears still streaming down your face. "come here, angel." Chris said, and lifted you into his lap.

he gently rocked you back and forth while running his hands up and down your back to soothe you. "what's going on? why were you having a bad day?" he asked in his soothing voice that he reserved for moments like this.

you snuffled, and coughed, but answered. "schools too hard. can' do it without you." you said, and Chris sighed.

"I know that school is hard, but you're so so close to graduating. once you do, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I know I usually sit with you and do it, so I'm sorry that I wasn't there today. I thought you were big enough to do it alone, but you weren't, and that's okay. you know that, right?" he asked, and you nodded.

"good." he said, and checked his watch. "well, it's almost nap time, so why don't we go and get your snack from Uncle Scott and then go and lay down together?" Chris asked as he stood up.

you nodded, and he picked you up, your head coming to rest on your shoulder. "okay." you said. "watch a movie after?" you asked, and Chris chuckled.

"of course we can. my smart girl deserves a break!"

[h0neypjm]

Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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Birthday Comfort

Warnings: Injury, a lot of swearing, reader getting kinda mad lol, descriptions of falling down the stairs lmao, suggestive, but what do you expect from me?

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Futakuchi Kenji, Ennoshita Chikara

A/n: So, what a way to turn 18 am I right? I turned 18 like three days ago and everything you will read in each character's section are the things that happened to me a day before my birthday up until a day after (as in, all readers had a bad birthday) (I didn't have hot 2-dimensional men comforting me though, wish I did), just a way for me to vent lmao don't perceive me. The only reason I chose those three characters are bc they're my favourites and I would like to be comforted like that hehe.

Also most definitely not beta read, so I might accidentally write in pronouns or nicknames when I most definitely do not intend to. Might edit later, we'll see.

Kita Shinsuke

"Would'ja like to tell me how ya feel?" Kita asks as he gently inspects your aching foot, pressing gently on points he suspects may be affected.

"Well," you mumble, continuing to watch Kita slowly massage your foot. "I feel as fine as a person who had their birthday yesterday but was sick the day before, was unintentionally left out from their own party the day of, and fell down the stairs the day after. Well, scratch that off my bucket list." You answer with a giggle.

"And why would that even be in yer bucket list?" He asks once more, raising an eyebrow at your response.

"Makin' light of the situation." You answer honestly with a shrug. "It's better than sulkin' the whole day, the very least I can laugh at somethin'."

Kita shakes his head and sighs while his lips twitch up in amusement. He continues to check your foot before gently placing ice on the bruising areas. "It's good that ye're tryna find somethin' positive in this situation." He says.

"I'll take it as a reminder of how shitty adult life will be." You huff as you lay back down on the bed. "Reality check, I suppose."

Your boyfriend, bless his heart, laughs at that, going up to check at the places you hit during your small tumble down the stairs. "I've was 18 a year and a half ago, adult life ain't so bad."

"Ooh buddy, ya don't know what's comin' for ya. I'd know, I've seen shit I shouldn't be seein' when I was younger."

"How did that even happen?"

"... Did ya seriously forget the internet is a thing? I mean, I know ya don't use it much but ya do know what sorta shit is in there, right?"

Kita continues to patiently treat your blooming bruises while listening to you rant about what you've seen throughout your whole life, grimacing when you mention things that even he thinks he shouldn't know and chuckling at things he finds amusing.

"... And that's how I found out that fuckin' two girls one cup ain't about two girls sharin' a fuckin' cup of juice. I was 13, Shinsuke, fuckin' 13!" You end as Kita finally finishes tending to you.

"Ya've seen a lot, huh?"

"And ya've heard a lot, so I dunno how in the fuck ye're still as sane as ya are."

"Ya wouldn't have anyone to tell these weird things to if I backed out though."

You hum as you finally pull Kita onto the bed and rest your cheek on his chest, slinging your good leg over his legs, clinging to him like a koala. "Yeah, and I really love ya for that y'know? I mean, I love just about every single thing about ya but ya listenin' to the weird shit I talk about is one of 'em."

"I know, and I love hearin' ya talk about those weird shit too."

"I also really love it when ya break my back--"

"Okay, as much as I like what ye're insinuatin', let's not go there for now, ye're injured."

Even if he did say that, Kita can't help but smile almost blindingly when he hears your little giggles and small "I'm just teasin'" in between the giggles.

Futakuchi Kenji

"I don't know if I should laugh or be sorry for you." Futakuchi says as he follows behind you, making your way to class with crutches. "I mean, imagine! Breaking your ankle for gour birthday! God must really be pissed at you."

"Laugh at me with pity, or whatever." You grumble, ignoring the stares of passing students.

And Futakuchi does exactly that, he laughs at your misery though you can somehow hear a hint of pity in it. Or maybe that's just you desperately hoping that your boyfriend can be anything other than a menace to society.

"So, that means I have to be gentle with you now?" Futakuchi asks with a teasing smirk.

"If I didn't love you, I would've socked you square in the fucking face by now." You mutter, trying to speed up even with the crutches.

"Aw, but your foot's broken, doubt you'll even be able to do much like this." Futakuchi teases, easily keeping up with your pace.

"For the record, I twisted my ankle, my foot isn't fucking broken. Secondly," you trail off as you stop in front of Futakuchi, who's looking at you quizzically. "That doesn't mean I can't find other ways to keep you in line."

As you finished saying that, you hit your boyfriend's shin semi-hard with one of your cruches before quickly leaving him to go to your class. You peek your head out to see Futakuchi pouting at you in the distance, clutching his shin which you're sure doesn't actually hurt that much.

You giggle and make a heart with your thumb and middle finger. "Love you! See you at lunch!"

He responds with the same thumb-middle finger heart combo and an uncharacteristically soft smile. "If you're late to lunch because of your stupid broken leg, I'm stealing your fucking crutches."

"Yeah, you do that and you're carrying me everywhere, and you're not allowed to touch me outside of carrying me."

"You hell-spawn of a human being."

"Love you too!"

Ennoshita Chikara

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Ennoshita asks as he checks on you after helping you down the stairs.

"Chikara, there aren't any stairs to the gym from this point forward. I'm in cruches, not in a wheelchair." You huff as you start to walk away to the gym, where you'd hang out by watching the boy's volleyball club practise.

"There are three steps up to the gym! And how are you going to dodge any stray balls? What if you fall off the steps again?" He fusses as he follows you to the gym.

Valid concerns, but you're stubborn and Chikara promised to take you out a few days after your birthday because you've reserved D-day for your family and the only reason you weren't able to go out on the day after your birthday was because you fell down the stairs which has led you to be in cruches for now.

"I'll be fine, it's not like I broke my leg or anything, I just sprained my ankle." You shrug him off as you slowly make your way to the corridor between the school and the gym. "Nothing could've beat that time you went so hard, I--"

"Let's not... talk about that now. What's more important is you're barely able to balance yourself on these steps! How are you going to dodge stray balls in the gym!"

"I told you, I'll be fine. I've dodged stray balls with an aching knee before, what difference would it make?"

"Well, you weren't exactly in crutches back then..."

Point taken. You can't even argue with that because your sprained ankle feel's far worse than the time you thought you broke your knee cap.

"Fine, so where the hell else am I supposed to wait then? I want to see you play too, y'know?"

"You can watch me from the steps leading up to the gym, but not inside the gym. Dodging balls will be far easier there."

"Then promise me you'll play as near to the door as possible?"

Ennoshita sighs and pats your head as he helps you up the steps, shaking his head with a soft smile. "I will, after that we'll get ice cream as promised."

You let go of your cruches as you sit down and give him small fist pumps, an excited look in your eyes. "Love you! Don't take too long and leave cleaning to mostly Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san!"

"Love you too, and I would do that if I could. I'll try my best to leave earlier." Ennoshita says, placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. "Be careful alright, I'll be going to practise now."

You giggle when you hear his teammates teasing him once he steps inside before hearing his (very hot) captain voice he uses on them. You can imagine poor Yachi flinching at the scene, but you're quite sure Tanaka and Nishinoya will be doing a bit more cleaning now.