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05 — enchanted

summary: “please don’t be in love with someone else”/“please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn, no use of (Y/N) warnings: alcohol (reader gets drunk lmfao), jealousy, slight miscommunication, austin (aka: bartender girl from s4), special mention to special people wc: 4.9k a/n: everyone say thank you @astrophileous for beta-reading MWAH ilyvm zara <33 SPARKS FLY MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Although you haven’t been a part of the BAU for more than one year, it didn’t stop you from maintaining the connections that you had in all your years of working there. Sure, the scheduling times could be better, but that didn’t stop the team from spending their rare day off to spend time with you. After all, the adjustment of seeing you every day to once in a blue moon was a difficult one to make.

O’Keefe’s has been the main victim of the team’s shenanigans, its doors open for the seven members of law enforcement, all eager to get their hands on some well earned rest and relaxation. Drinks are passed around the booth and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Derek get his ‘groove thang on’ with a few girls in the bar. Today is one of the rare occasions when the team didn’t have a case, an even rarer day when the team didn’t have to take on any new or incoming cases.

“How’s life treating you?” Emily asks cheerfully, sipping at her strawberry daiquiri. You gather that tonight is one of those nights.

You smile, sipping at your own beverage of choice. “Good! Way less stressful than working at the BAU, that’s for sure. And the hours are good, too.”

JJ snorts from beside you. “Yeah, well, can’t say I’m not jealous. How’re the kids?”

“I can’t say much because of confidentiality and all that, but they’re doing well. A lot better, thank goodness but it just goes to show the aftermath of the things that you guys deal with. I mean, I still think about all the victims we’ve helped and it sucks that we can’t do anything to help them further.” You finish your tangent with a long sip of your drink before leaning back against the booth. “Anyway, how are you guys?”

Penelope comes shuffling past carrying a series of cocktails, her absolutely monstrous platform heels not aiding her in her slightly tipsy task. “Do not even get me started on work. No work! None! We’re having a fun day. Ergo, no work talk.”

You laugh in response, moving to the side to allow her room to sit in the booth. “No, Penny, you’re right. No work talk.”

The drinks are dispersed and your gaze shifts to where Spencer is standing, laughing awkwardly as he tries to follow along to Derek’s dancing and socialising. He looks incredibly out of place in his brown argyle sweater vest, navy tie and freshly pressed slacks, and he pulls at the collar of his shirt.

“Nah, Spencer could definitely be a ladies’ man if he plays his cards right. And I mean that literally,” Emily says, bringing you out of your daydream.

Your head snaps in her direction, trying to calm your facial features and microexpressions. Regardless of your attempts, after a year of not practising, you don’t do as well as you hope. “What?”

JJ grins at you, her eyes lighting up knowingly. “We’re just talking about who’s the biggest hotshot in the BAU.”

“Wouldn’t that be David?” You ask meekly, your finger swirling along the edge of your glass. You had met David Rossi on occasion, once by accident when you were having a night out with the girls and the other during a proper introduction two weeks later. “Didn’t he have, like, five wives?”

“I had three thank you very much,” Rossi intervenes swiftly, holding his glass of whisky on ice.

“Sorry, my bad,” you respond jokingly, snickering as he shakes his head and stalks over to where Hotch is sitting and drinking his rum.

Penelope lets out a loud laugh. “I think we’re forgetting the obvious: our very own Chocolate Thunder.”

“Well, fine,” Emily drawls, waving a hand dismissively, “but Spencer has that innocent vibe to him, y’know? The kind of guy women go crazy over.”

JJ clicks her fingers in remembrance. “Didn’t a bunch of prostitutes try to pick him up in that one case?”

“What?” You ask again, albeit a little shrilly as you try to dismiss the surprise in your tone.

“He didn’t take them,” Emily says quickly in an attempt to ease your discomfort. “But he did pick up a girl a few months ago. Austin?”

Penelope nods at that, putting down her cup. “Oooh, yes! I remember her. He showed me a picture. She’s pretty.”

“I mean, he did pick up Lila too.” JJ reminds the team, shooting you a sly smile. “You remember her, don’t you?”

You force out a laugh and bite the inside of your cheek in the process. “Yeah. Who’s Austin?”

“I think I still have a picture!” Penelope says, brandishing her phone from her coat pocket. She types something in before sliding it in your direction. “Pretty, right?”

Austin is certainly pretty, even in the uncoordinated selfie Penelope shows you of her and Spencer. He’s slightly out of frame, his lips set into a sweet smile while Austin practically glows. Her brilliant green eyes flash in the camera and her dark hair frames her face perfectly. She and Spencer are close in the photo, with him holding the phone clumsily and she has a hand on his arm.

“Uh huh,” you murmur distractedly, averting your gaze from the photo as an ugly feeling creeps into your chest. “Really pretty.”

Emily looks at you curiously. “You didn’t know about her?”

You shrug in response, the smile on your face insincere. “There are a lot of things I don’t know about Spencer.”

The group exchange a couple glances at your tell-tale body language, watching as you scoot past Penelope and out of the booth, making your way to the bar. You’re all too grateful for a reprieve from the teasing as you order another drink and take a seat, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Your mind goes through all the interactions you’ve had with Spencer over the years. Were you really that foolish to think that he would feel that way for you? Maybe you were reading too much into it, you try to reason, running your fingers through your once styled hair. Maybe, in some stupid and twisted way, all of Spencer’s interactions were platonic.

You scoff inwardly to yourself. Right. Because picking someone up at two o’clock in the morning is entirely platonic. Sleeping in the same bed as someone because of nightmares is totally normal between friends. In any case, you could have sworn that he–

“Trouble in paradise?”

An unfamiliar voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and you turn to the man who takes a seat beside you. “Uh… something like that.”

The man hums, a smile on his handsome features. His dark brown hair is fluffy and, in its own charming little way, suits him. He reminds you a lot of Spencer, with the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles along with the timbre of his voice. He’s also very different to Spencer, especially with his sweater that has a bright orange pumpkin on it, paired with a matching orange scarf. A pair of red tinted sunglasses hang on the neckline of his sweater, and you doubt that it would do much good to block the sun.

“I’m Matthias,” he says good naturedly, beaming. “I’m with my sister, Laura,” he explains, gesturing to a lady sporting dyed auburn coloured hair, and she waves with a matching smile.

You introduce yourself, pointing to the booth. “My friends are over there.”

Matthias nods, undeterred by your company on the other side of the bar. “Let me buy you a drink.”

***

After what felt like hours of dancing (it was really only fifteen minutes), Spencer and Derek make their way to rejoin the group. The feeling of sweat matting his skin is one of many reasons as to why Spencer hates dancing. That, and the fact that there were far too many people on the dancefloor. What’s worse is the fact that he’s sure that none of them have ever heard of the word ‘deodorant’. He cringes at the thought of all the germs that could be festering on his skin as he sits at the booth, his eyes shifting to wear your bag lays haphazardly on the red cushions.

“Where is she?” He asks instantly, turning to Emily and placing your bag so that it’s in a safer and less hazardous position.

She hums, pointing in the bar’s direction. “Getting a drink. She’s just cooling off.”

“Cooling off?” Spencer echoes, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean she’s ‘cooling off’?”

Penelope offers an apologetic smile, fiddling with the buttons on her coat. “We… might have told her about Austin?”

“You what?” Spencer can barely believe his ears as he looks at the group incredulously. “Why would you do that?”

“We didn’t mean anything bad by it,” JJ says hastily. “We didn’t think she’d react like that.”

“React like what?” Spencer’s voice is strangely stern, his eyes narrowing as he turns to the rest of the team. “I don’t like Austin. She’s nice but I don’t like her.”

Derek’s brows lift in surprise and confusion. “Did you go out with her after the case?”

Spencer’s ears burn in embarrassment and he turns to his friend in offence. “I asked her for help. I don’t like Austin like that. I needed advice.”

“Advice,” Emily repeats, turning in the direction of the bar. “You mean about…?”

Spencer doesn’t stay long enough to head the rest of Emily’s sentence or to answer it, making his way over to you are. Part of him wishes that he stayed put, especially when he sees what you’re doing. In an instant, his nose is scrunched up in distaste as he spies the random stranger chatting you up. His eyes lock with yours and he relishes in the way they light up as you wave him over.

“Hi,” he breathes, standing beside you.

“Hi!” You gush, beaming at him. “Saw you on the dancefloor.”

“You’ll never see it again,” he says honestly, stealing a sip of your drink. It tastes like vodka and the strawberry lipgloss you use (he only know what it tastes like because of its very on the nose packaging: a giant strawberry. He wishes he knew for other reasons).

You laugh, bright and loud, before you gasp excitedly. “Oh, Spencer, this is Matthias! He’s been keeping me company.” Then, you lean closer to him, your voice a very exaggerated whisper as if the person you’re talking about isn’t in the seat next to you as you tell Spencer, “he’s a director.”

Matthias waves off the statement, chuckling along. “Nothing famous though.”

“He’s a liar,” you tell Spencer enthusiastically. “Did you know he went to New York University? Crazy, right? Like, the school of arts or something. Oh! And he’s also from Vegas! You two are so alike.”

Spencer nods half-heartedly as he tells you, “you know, I went to MIT and CalTech.”

“Well I know that, silly!” You say with a drunken laugh, poking at his cheek. You turn to Matthias with a proud grin before reaching for a shot. “Spencer’s a genius. He’s a super smart genius.”

“That’s what ‘genius’ means, angel,” Spencer reminds gently, prying the little cup away from you. “No more. You’re drunk and we don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Your face falls and your lips curl into a frown. “But Spencer I’m thirsty!”

“You have water in your bag,” he prompts, squeezing your shoulder and helping you off the barstool, not paying this Matthias person any mind. “Okay? Let’s go back to the others.”

You nod eagerly, stumbling a little as you wave goodbye. “Bye, Matthias!”

“Uh huh,” Spencer dismisses, leading you back to the table by the small of your back. He leans a little closer to murmur in your ear, “why did you leave the others?”

You shrug dismissively, leaning into his side. “Doesn’t matter.”

“No, angel, it does,” he says carefully, “tell me?”

You huff in your own clumsy drunken way. “You should ask Austin. Or go pick someone else up. Emily says you’re turning into a ‘ladies’ man’.”

Spencer resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course. “I don’t like Austin,” he tells you in earnest, holding you close to his side as you stumble back to the booth. “I mean it, angel.”

“Bet you call everyone angel,” you grumble under your breath. “Bet you let everyone call you ‘Walter’ too.”

“No,” Spencer says immediately, a hand on your waist. “I only call you that. Besides, why would I let someone call me by my middle name if it isn’t you?”

You huff again, slumping in the booth as Penelope shuffles inward to give you more room. Your arms cross over your chest in annoyance and frustration and you turn away from Spencer’s direction. He doesn’t need to be a profiler to know that you’re pissed off at him. Somewhere in your hazy drunk mind, you’ve made it out as him being the bad guy.

Spencer shoots the other girls a pointed glare, gesturing at you as if to say ‘This is your fault’ because, in reality, it is. If they didn’t mention Austin, you wouldn’t be mad at him. If they didn’t mention Austin, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself drunk with some random guy who went to New York University. Spencer mocks Matthias in his head. Stupid Matthias and his stupidly good hair. Spencer runs a hand through his own growing locks, grimacing when he realises that it reaches his shoulders now. Maybe he should get a haircut later.

“Angel,” Spencer tries again, kneeling down next to your chair. “Let’s get you home, alright? Please don’t be mad at me?”

You mutter something incoherent, not bothering to look in his direction.

“I’m not in love with Austin,” he tells you, his tone a mix of firmness and gentleness. “Really, I’m not. We’re just friends, angel, I promise.”

“Liar,” you mutter under your breath as you get out of the booth. JJ guiltily passes you your bag and you take it out of her hands as Spencer grips your arm with one hand, the other on the small of your back.

“Not a lie,” Spencer says, walking you to his car. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. Not after Lila.”

“Lie-la,” you say bitterly as you get into the passenger seat. “Stupid actress.”

He laughs at that, getting behind the wheel. “Yeah, angel. Stupid actress.”

“You kissed her in a pool,” you continue as you fumble drunkenly with the buckle of the seatbelt. “You don’t kiss me in the pool.”

Spencer’s cheeks burn at your words as he puts your seatbelt on, his fingers grazing yours. “It never came up. Besides, I hate pools, you know that.”

“Germ-y,” you respond knowingly, a silly giddy smile on your face. “I know you the best.”

“Exactly,” he hums as starts the car, his words flowing smoothly as he considers how drunk you are. There’s no way you’d remember this, right? “Why would I find another girl when I have you who knows me best?”

Your cheeks glow with pride at his words and you laugh. “Exactly.”

***

It’s late. Far too late and you toss and turn in bed. Your eyes are heavy but your brain won’t shut up, swirling with the memories of the previous night. You’re not really sure what happened after you got to the bar, only remembering snippets of the night. The entire time was a blur: you remember getting upset at the girls (or rather, at the information they were feeding you), meeting someone– Mason? Matthew? You can’t even remember– and then downing three shots. It’s awfully stupid of you, yes but then somehow you got home safe and sound with a note on your kitchen counter from Spencer.

You felt a little silly upon the finding of the note. Of course Spencer would take you home; it’s not like the girls were particularly sober by the time you wanted to leave. Regardless, reading the note made you feel incredibly stupid, more stupid than usual, and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground.

‘Hi angel,’ it read in Spencer’s messy scrawl with chaotic lettering and swirly g’s. ‘You’re probably really hungover right now so there’s a Tylenol on the counter and a sandwich in the fridge. Please drink water; I’m sure you’re also severely dehydrated from the alcohol. I know you’re upset at me but please just forget about what the others said about Austin. I don’t like her like that. Be safe and call me when you wake up.’

The note was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, just Spencer being his usual ridiculously lovely self. You didn’t mind that he took care of you, either. It’s more-so the fact that you genuinely could barely remember what you said that him. You’re betting on it being something exceedingly dumb (you’re making a habit of it, much to your own chagrin), especially considering how much you had to drink that night. Maybe you should start abstaining from drinking from now on, especially if Spencer was in the vicinity.

The note is now pinned securely to your cork board, a pretty lavender thumb tack holding it in place. Your gaze drifts to it for a moment then to your clock and you groan into your pillow. This is dumb. Sleep is dumb. Your clock blinks with the numbers ‘02:01’ in red mocking letters and you resist the urge to scream. After blindly searching for your phone, you step out of bed while rubbing your eyes.

The lingering question keeps you up as you pace back and forth beside you bed. If Spencer doesn’t like Austin, who does he like? It can’t be Lila. You would have known if they kept in contact. Then again, you had no idea who Austin was so who knows what secrets Spencer is keeping? What if there was another girl? What if your entire friendship with Spencer was exactly that– friendship. You slap the palm of your hand to your forehead. Were you really that stupid?

It’s in that moment when your phone begins to ring. The tune plays through the room and you know it all too well; the Doctor Who theme song that you spent a whopping two dollars and thirty-seven cents on to add it as the custom ringtone for Spencer.

“Hello…?” You answer quietly, your voice choking. “Walter?”

“Angel,” he murmurs, and you can hear shuffling in the background. “Why are you still awake?”

You hum, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I could ask you the same question.”

He laughs quietly on the other side of the line, scratchy from the lack of sleep. “Can I come over?”

“Always.”

He hangs up after that and you press the pads of your fingers into the corners of your eyes again. You’re exhausted, far too exhausted to be hosting guests, but this is Spencer. How can you ever say no to him? So, instead of sulking around and spending far too long doing nothing, you fashion yourself a cup of tea and flick the lights on. The book you were reading is thrown haphazardly onto the cushions of your couch but you can’t bring yourself to pick it up.

The jiggling of the door handle brings you out of your little mood, and Spencer lets himself in with the key you gave him, locking it securely and taking his shoes off to reveal his sock choice of the day: one bright green and the other in fuchsia with buttercup yellow spots. He’s wearing a crinkly white t-shirt that hangs over his gangly frame and grey sweatpants. For something so basic, he looks absolutely criminal in it. You pinch yourself as punishment for thinking such a thing.

“Hey,” he breathes, sitting next to you. He runs his fingers through his hair, frowning a little. “Do you think I should get it cut?”

You laugh, almost spilling your tea. “You came to my apartment at two in the morning to ask what I think about your hair?”

“Yes,” he agrees before laughing, “no! Of course not. I just thought of it.”

A hum leaves your lips as you curl a strand of his hair around your finger. “I like long hair on you. Besides, you’d look good in any hair cut.”

Spencer preens at your words, enjoying the feel of your touch in his hair. “You’re a liar. I know what I looked like four years ago. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!” You insist, beaming at him as you poke his cheek. “You were really cute back then. Like a baby.”

He flushes again at both the compliment and the contact, his mind committing the way you say ‘baby’ to memory. He thinks it again and again; baby, baby, baby.

“I was not a baby,” He tells you, half in jest. “I’m older than you!”

“By a year,” you quip, the sleep deprivation making your head go loopy. “Barely. Doesn’t matter, you’re still baby.”

Spencer scoffs lightly, poking your side. “If I’m a baby, what does that make you? A foetus? A zygote?”

You let out a quiet scream in protest, whacking him over the head with a throw pillow. “Ew, Spencer what the hell?”

He snickers in response, shielding his face with his forearm. “If I’m a baby and you’re younger than me, you must be at an earlier stage of development. So? Which is it, are you a foetus or a zygote? C’mon, angel, you passed eighth grade biology.”

“You’re an ass,” you chastise jokingly, rolling your eyes as you look up at him. Sometime amidst the commotion he must have gotten closer to you. Your noses are almost touching and your breath hitches in your throat.

He smiles sweetly, his own cheeks warm and flushed with embarrassment as he maintains eye contact. “I thought I was ‘baby’.”

What the hell? Is this really Spencer Reid? Silly, awkward, nerdy little Spencer Reid? This must be a very convincing body suit and an even more convincing voice altering machine because this is not Spencer Reid. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks and ears so quickly that it’s enough to make you go dizzy. Maybe you’re a lot more sleep deprived than you thought.

“Are you drunk?” You croak out meekly as he cages you in, his forearms on either side of your head as he leans you against the couch.

He laughs– he has the actual audacity to laugh– and he shakes his head. “No, angel, I’m not drunk. You know I don’t drink enough to actually get drunk. Besides, I drove here.”

“You drove here,” you repeat, a little dazed from how close he is. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Almost three now but yes,” Spencer agrees, smiling.

“You hate driving,” you remind him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Especially at night.”

He hums in agreement. “I do. But I wanted to see you.”

“Oh.”

You kick yourself internally. ‘Oh’? Who the hell says ‘Oh’? This is it. Your life is over. Maybe you should move to another state. Change your name, shave your head, and get a different degree because you’re almost certain that it’s the end of the line for you.

Spencer lets out a soft chuckle. “I missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago?” You say it like a question and you suddenly feel yourself sweating. It definitely got hotter in here.

He murmurs your name, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw gently. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“I ran into you four years ago and almost gave myself a concussion,” you say, averting your gaze as you tried to calm yourself down.

“I’m so glad I met you,” he repeats softly, his nose brushing against your cheek. “Look at me, angel.”

You wet your bottom lip nervously as you look at him, his hazel eyes a little greener in the low light of your apartment. His legs are on either side of your hips and he brushes his thumb against your chin.

“I want to kiss you,” Spencer says lowly, albeit a little breathlessly, and you can hear hoarseness in his words. “Can I?”

You’re dead. You’re either dead or asleep, that is the only explanation you have for this entire situation. You’re either dead and in heaven or asleep and dreaming. It is that plain and simple.

“What?” You croak out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs.

“I know you wanted to do it in a pool but I’m pretty sure your apartment gym is closed now, angel,” Spencer says, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Can I kiss you?”

The only thing you can manage to do is nod, your eyes flickering to his lips for a split second, watching as the corners of his mouth tug upwards. Your brain barely has any time to comprehend the words he said (since when did you say that you wanted to kiss him in the pool?) because in a rush of confidence, Spencer cups your face and presses his lips to yours in a tantalisingly slow kiss. His eyes are closed and his hands are eerily soft, the gentleness in which he holds you reminiscent of one holding porcelain.

He pulls away after a moment, his cheeks burning and a smile on his face. You can’t even breathe as you just stare at him, lips parted in surprise. What do you even say to that?

“Thank you?” You manage to stutter out, heat creeping up your neck.

He laughs again, breathless and beautiful, as he kisses the side of your face. “You’re welcome.”

Spencer brushes an eyelash from your cheek, beaming at you as he does. “It’s late,” he tells you, getting up from the couch and freeing your limbs. “You should get some rest.”

“Uh huh,” you respond, your head spinning. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he says back, trying to hold in a laugh. “I’m free next Friday. Do you want to go out?��

“Go out?” You echo, “we always go out.”

“I know.” He smiles at you again as he makes his way to the door. “I meant– you know. We can go out.”

A beat passes and your head is awfully slow, whether from the kiss or from the sleep deprivation, you’re not entirely sure. “We can go out.”

“Great.” He pauses, taking a step towards you before kissing your cheek. “I’ll text you.”

“You’ll–” you gape at him again as he opens your door to leave. “You hate texting.”

He nods, slipping on his shoes. “I also hate driving at night. Your point?”

“Right,” you murmur, more to yourself than anything. “Text me when you get home?”

“Of course I will, angel,” he promises, “get some rest.”

Get some rest? How the hell are you supposed to get some rest after all that? With one last wave, Spencer leaves your apartment, leaving you hoping that this wasn’t just some thing. Maybe this was the very first page of your story– a very embarrassing start to your story. There is one thing for certain though: Spencer is not in love with someone else.

***

It’s a Tuesday when Penelope calls you. You had just finished up with a client when your phone begins to ring.

“Penny!” You gush, unable to stop the smile from stretching onto your face. “I am stupid, I said ‘thank you’? Who the hell says thank you after someone kisses you?”

“Who kissed you?” Penelope asks, and if you weren’t so caught up in your own tangent you would have noticed that she sounded tearful.

“Spencer did!” You exclaim, slapping a hand to your forehead. “He’s sitting there and he looks amazing and he smells really good and I am stupid.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Penelope says quickly, and you can imagine her waving her fluffy pen around. “He kissed you and you said thank you?”

“Yes.”

“Well that was very polite of you,” she says, trying to sound happy before her voice cracks.

You frown immediately, taking a seat in the wheelie chair in your office. “Penny? Is everything okay? What’s going on?”

“It’s about Spencer,” she says woefully, sniffling. “He wanted me to tell you something. It’s not looking good, honey, but– but he wanted me to give you a message.”

“Penny–” You stop short when you hear Spencer’s voice. It’s a recording from his phone, and you can only really tell because of the crackling audio on the other side of the line.

“Is it on?” Spencer asks before clearing his throat. He sounds breathless, his words breaking off at some parts and you know that it’s not from the bad audio quality. “Hey, angel, it’s me, Spenc– Walter. It’s your Walter. If you’re getting this then something happened and I just wanted you to know that– that I love you. I didn’t get the chance to tell you that before but I do. I love you and I wish it didn’t turn out like this but I am– I am so glad that we had that moment.”

Through the recording you can hear a shuffle, like the sound of a sliding door being opened, along with a quiet, “Prep the victim for transfer,” before the recording cuts out, leaving you with Penelope on the line.

She calls your name quietly, choking on her words. “Are you okay?”

You hang up.

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 (𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓) 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 "𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄" ─ LH⁴³

౨ৎ ─ summary | requested ! -> i kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33

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─ warnings | so so so fluffy it might kill you, luke being a cutie pie, meet-cute situation, ohio state (bleh), slight angst, luke being self-conscious and overly self-critical, hurt to comfort, the devils vs rangers game (😭😭😭), nothin' else!

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─ ev's notes | luke hughes fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! guess who's outta their writing slump??? this guyyyyy!!!! so yeah, here is a cute little sweet luke fic because my best friend has been into him and this request has been sitting in my inbox, so!! yeah, enjoy, i love you guys mwah mwah mwah

"HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA SEE THE SIGN," you laughed as your best friend took in the sign you'd made. She nodded in a approval, a knowing smirk on her lips.

"Who cares? It's just for fun. You know, YOLO," she replied, giving you a playful nudge. "Plus, imagine the look on his face if he does see it."

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, adjusting the sign in your hands. It read, "Can I trade you a hat for a puck, #43?" in bold, black letters against a vibrant red background. You were loved DIY projects so this was just as fun for you as it was for your friends.

"Maybe he'll finally follow you back on Instagram," your best friend added with an amused tone as you rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks get red. She'd known of your long time crush on the youngest Hughes brother, and she was having the time of her life teasing you about it. "Who knows, maybe it'll be a start of a love story."

You laughed nervously at your friend's teasing, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks. "Oh please, it's just a bit of fun," you replied, trying to play off your crush on Luke as nothing more than innocent admiration.

But deep down, the idea of catching Luke's attention in any way made your heart flutter.

Entering the Nationwide Arena, the energy of the crowd enveloped you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. As the players hit the ice for warm-ups, you scanned the rink eagerly, trying to catch a glimpse of Luke. With your homemade sign clutched tightly in your hand, you made your way to the glass, positioning yourself so that Luke could see you.

Then, there he was, Luke Hughes, effortlessly weaving between his teammates with grace. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he neared your section of the glass, your breath catching in your throat. You'd only seen him one other time and that was at a Michigan game - however, because it didn't end very well, you decided it was best not to go get a picture with him.

He looked more put together this time, his curls pouring out of his helmet in a way that made your heart jump. You could feel your best friend's amused gaze on the side of your face, you rolled your eyes as she let out a teasing laugh.

"Oh, shut up."

"Hold up your sign higher, Y/N." She urged, nudging you playfully. You did as she said, holding the sign as high as you could.

To your surprise, Luke's gaze flickered towards you, a smirk playing on his lips as he skated closer. He pointed at your sign, giving you a nod of approval before flipping a puck over the glass in your direction.

"Oh my fucking god," your friend mumbled as she caught the puck. You couldn't believe it. Your heart was pounding with excitement as your friend caught the puck that Luke had sent flying your way.

With trembling hands, you fumbled in your bag for the Ohio State hat you had brought along, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You're actually gonna give him the hat?" Your friend laughed as she glanced back at Luke, an amused expression on his face as he waited for you to throw him the hat.

As you lifted up the hat from your bag, Luke let out an amused chuckle as he caught sight of it, his eyes widening with surprise. With a nervous laugh, you nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.

"Yeah, why not?" you replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You glanced in between Luke and your friend, feeling a surge of confidence as you smiled.

Quickly scribbling your phone number on a scrap of paper, you tucked it inside the hat before tossing it over the glass towards Luke. Gripping on the red hat, you tossed it over the glass towards him. He caught it with ease, giving you an impressed smirk.

You mimicked holding a phone to your ear, gesturing towards Luke with a playful smile before mouthing the words 'call me' as your best friend erupted in laughter, her face turning red. Luke couldn't help but join in on the laughter as he shook his head, skating off with the hat in his hands.

──

"I still can't believe you did that," your best friend giggled as she drove home. To no one surprise, the devils had won and you were over the moon.

You couldn't help but giggle along with her, the adrenaline from the encounter still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe it either," you admitted, your smile widening as you replayed the moment in your mind.

As you finally arrived back at your dorm, you couldn't wipe the grin from your face, the memory of Luke's amused reaction playing on a loop in your mind. You got ready for bed and snuggled into the bed but no matter how hard you tried to sleep, you just couldn't.

So, you pulled out your phone and went on TikTok, scrolling endlessly. You knew you'd regret it in the morning but sleeping didn't seem too appealing, especially after the night you'd had.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you glanced up to read the message. Your heart skipped a beat once you'd glanced at it. It was an unknown number, with an unfamiliar area code.

You clicked on the number and searched the area code and it was Michigan. You didn't know anyone from Michigan, so who the hell could it─

Oh.

It suddenly clicked, your eyes widening in disbelief. As you stared at the screen, a rush of excitement flooded through you. Could it be? Your mind raced with possibilities as you hesitated for a moment before tapping on the message.

unknown so you're still an ohio fan after we beat ur ass ?

you who's this?

unknown how many hats did you give away tonight? 🥲

you luke???? hughes????

unknown good so im the only one, i hope 🥰

You let out scoff, in utter disbelief. Before responding furthur, you screenshotted the conversation and sent it to your best friend. There was no fucking way that Luke Hughes had messaged you.

──

A few weeks passed and you'd been talking to Luke almost everyday. And that wasn't an exaggeration, after every conversation that died, Luke began another one. You'd even gone as far as FaceTiming him, it seemed surreal for the first couple weeks but it had since become normal.

"How was your test?" Luke spoke, his voice muffled as he chewed on his protein bar. You put your phone down on the desk as you shrugged, sighing. "Wow, that bad?"

You chuckled softly, the sound carrying through the phone as you leaned back in your chair. "Yeah, pretty much," you admitted, running a hand through your hair. "But hey, at least it's over now. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Luke's laughter echoed through the speaker, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. Despite the miles between you, his presence felt comforting and familiar, a constant in your otherwise chaotic life.

"Who needs Calc? I mean, it's useless." Luke added as he took another bite of his protein bar. Before you could respond, someone in Luke's background began talking. "Yeah, yeah. I'll clean it after I get off the phone."

Your lips curved into an amused smile as you heard the voice retort, watching Luke's expression became annoyed. "I'm on the phone, Jack. Give me two seconds-"

The next thing you see is Luke's screen being shaking and a few voices arguing before Jack took his phone, coming on to the screen."Y/N, tell Luke to wash his dirty ass dishes."

"Luke, listen to your big brother." You respond teasingly, causing Jack to smirk at his younger brother.

Luke rolled his eyes but you could see a hint of amusement dancing in them. "Come on, Y/N, you're supposed to be on my side," he joked, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckled at the playful banter between the brothers, feeling a sense of amusement. "Sorry, Luke, but I have to agree with Jack on this one. Clean those dishes, it's disgusting."

Jack grinned, giving you a thumbs-up before disappearing off-screen. Luke let out an exaggerated sigh, but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fine, fine," he relented, rolling his eyes theatrically. "But only because you said so, Y/N."

"Good."

"See! You only listen to Y/N!" Jack shouted as Luke's face flushed, glaring at his brother off-screen before he disappeared into the home.

"Looks like I have some influence around here," you teased, flashing Luke a playful grin.

Luke shook his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I swear, he's impossible sometimes," he muttered, though there was a fondness in his voice that betrayed his annoyance.

"It's okay. That's just how all siblings are," you cleaned on to the desk as you watched Luke through the screen.

There was a short silence as Luke gazed back at you through the screen, his lips curving into a smile. "Hey, so uh... we have a game later this week."

"Yeah, I know. Against the Rangers."

Luke ran his hands through his curls, his expression a little anxious before he continued. "And don't you have spring break?"

You put two and two together, a small smile playing on your lips as you nodded.

"Well, uh... I was thinking, maybe you could come to the game?" Luke's words came out in a rush, his cheeks flushing slightly as he awaited your response. "So we can finally hang out in person."

Your heart skipped a beat at his invitation, the idea of finally hanging out with Luke in person sending a thrill through you. "I'd love to," you replied eagerly, unable to hide the excitement in your voice.

Luke's smile widened at your enthusiastic response, relief evident in his eyes. "Great! I'll make sure you have the best seats in the house."

"Good, I wanna be watching when you beat the Ranger's asses." You joked as he smiled.

"Oh and, you have one of my jerseys. Right?"

You let out a laugh as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, of course I do,"

Luke chuckled, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "Good, because I was thinking you could wear it to the game. Show some support for your favorite player," he teased.

"Who said you were my favorite player-"

"Hey, I was the one you gave your number to." Luke teased as you rolled your eyes.

"Okay fine," you admitted with a smirk.

Luke flashed you a satisfied smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, you'll wear the jersey then?"

You nodded, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'll wear it. But only because you asked so nicely."

Luke's grin widened, a sense of satisfaction evident in his gaze. "Okay, great. Maybe I'll even sign it for you?"

"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes as Luke let out a very amused laugh. "Show-off."

──

Luke didn't have a lot of time before the game so he only waved at you during warmups, but you weren't mad about it. With a smile on your face, you waved back at Luke, sending him a silent message of support and encouragement.

You understood the importance of the game and knew that Luke needed to be on his A-game tonight. However, Luke did keep his promise of giving you the best seats in the house ─ you felt as though you were really on the ice, with the players.

You stood in the stands, watching as Luke and the rest of the team warmed up on the ice. As the puck dropped and the game began, you cheered loudly, your heart filled with pride for your favorite player.

The Rangers came out strong, controlling the puck and applying pressure on the Devils' defense early on. Despite their best efforts, the Devils struggled to gain momentum, facing relentless attacks from their opponents.

In the end, it was a hard-fought battle, but the Rangers had won. You weren't disappointed, no. But you knew how hard everyone could be on Luke, despite him being a rookie. You were a little conflicted, maybe this wasn't the best game you could've came to.

Luke made his way towards the tunnel, his expression disappointed. You knew this one of the biggest games of the season and knowing Luke, he probably thought it was all his fault.

You knew how much he poured into every game, and it pained you to see him shouldering the weight of the loss. Despite your conflicted feelings about the outcome of the game, your support for Luke never wavered.

You made your way out of the arena, waiting outside the player's exit area. You glanced around, scanning the area for any sign of Luke or the rest of the team. As the minutes passed, you shifted from foot to foot, nerves knotting in your stomach as you waited.

Finally, the door to the player's exit swung open, and you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, there he was—Luke emerged from the doorway, his expression still clouded with disappointment from the game.

You stepped forward, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips as you approached him. "Hey, Luke," you called out, your voice soft.

Luke's gaze met yours as he bit the inside of his cheek. "Hey."

You could feel the anxiety radiating off of him and you couldn't help but frown. You looked up at the taller brunette as he sighed.

"I'm sorry that I, uh wasted your time. I should have invited you to a better game." Luke apologized, his voice tinged with self-doubt.

You shook your head, a sympathetic smile touching your lips as you gazed up at him. "Luke, you didn't waste my time," you reassured him, your tone gentle yet firm. "Being here with you, win or lose, means more to me than you'll ever know."

"Yeah but we got our asses handed to us out there. And you had to see that." He shrugged as he sniffled, his gaze averting yours.

You could sense the weight of Luke's disappointment as he spoke, his words heavy with frustration and self-doubt. Gently, you reached out to hold his hand. His touch was tense before he relaxed into your touch.

"Luke, it doesn't matter what the scoreboard says," you said earnestly, your voice soft yet unwavering. "What matters is that you gave it your all out there, and that's something to be proud of."

Luke's eyes stilled, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his expression. "But we lost,"

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, offering him a small, understanding smile. "Win or lose, you're still out there doing what you," you reminded him. "And that's worth more than any score."

He sighed before he finally met your gaze. His expression softened for a moment, as he admired you. He let out a sigh before he pulled you in, embracing you tightly.

You both pulled away, Luke's lips slowly curving into a smile as he gazed at you. He let out a small chuckle before he shook his head. "God, this is depressing. What kind of date is this?"

"A date?" You repeated, chuckling. "Is this your idea of a date?"

Luke's cheeks flushed slightly as he realized what he had said, his embarrassment evident in the way he averted his gaze momentarily. "Uh, I mean..." he stammered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess I just meant... hanging out with you, you know?"

You couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness, finding his genuine charm endearing. "Well, in that case, it's the best date I've ever been on," you exaggerated with a playful wink.

Luke's smile widened at your response, the warmth in his eyes mirroring the affection you felt for him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you confirmed, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Shut up. This is probably the worst one," he chuckled as he shook his head. "Watching as your date's ass get beat isn't exactly... the best."

You couldn't help but laugh at Luke's self-deprecating humor, easing the tension of the moment. "No, I've definitely had worse dates."

"How about I make it up to you?" Luke smiled as he pulled you in closer. You felt your face flush as you laughed.

"Are you asking me on a second date, Luke?" You teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Luke's smile widened, his expression earnest as he met your gaze. "I guess I am," he replied, his voice soft. "I owe you one, after all."

"Well, in that case, I'll gladly accept," you said with a grin, leaning into his embrace.

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hiya! can I req fashion designing student!reader w idol!haech? like the reader is designing a shirt or wtv as a present for his birthday. just wholesome fluff <3 love ya.

HI ANON THANK U FOR UR REQUEST<33 sorry this took so long, i wanted to make sure it was as well thought out as possible. i hope u enjoy mwah ily

idol!haechan x gn!reader

warnings cursing & just fluff

“so, whatcha getting me for my birthday?” haechan teases, plopping down next to you after you sat down yourself, taking a short break from fitting the dreamies to a bunch of stage outfits.

you still had no clue how you got as lucky as to end up being a stylist for the famous kpop company, sm, just a few years into fashion school where you’d dedicated your life to designing.

it became your passion the second you were old enough to put your own outfits together, and you made it a goal of yours to eventually have your own clothing line. you were far from that, however, but your job now was a huge step.

you shrugged, pretending as if you had no clue what you were going to get haechan for his birthday when in fact you knew exactly what. “nothing, maybe.”

he gasped playfully. “nothing?! i got you a cute bracelet for yours!”

you smiled at the memory, how the boy actually went iut of his way to buy you an expensive piece of jewelry for your birthday a couple months ago. sure, he got all the staff little things for their birthdays but jeno was confident in the fact that haechans to you was completely from his heart.

right, and after spending enough time with nct dream, you kinda sorta found yourself falling for lee haechan.

haechan gasps in disbelief, not taking the disrespect from his groupmate. “i’m sorry, i don’t recall them calling you their favorite member?”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

“of all people, y/n, and haechan’s your favorite…” another staff member clicked her tongue, “i’m disappointed.”

you laughed again, even though haechan calling himself your favorite member was pulled straight out of his ass and you never actually said so, his reaction to being ganged up on was still hilarious.

it was finally time to go after a long day, and haechan insisted on walking you through the building even though he had to go in the entire other direction. “are you gonna do anything for your birthday?”

the other shrugged, “i don’t know, i’m hoping the 127 hyungs have something planned for me. otherwise, i’ll be making my way over to your place.”

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion but you truly couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, and you couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if it was just haechan being haechan.

“you’re welcome anytime,” you played along.

“in all seriousness,” he started, “if i do end up doing anything, like a get together or something, i want you there.”

you fought a smile the best you could, and you knew the harder you fell the deeper shit you were in. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the building, where you had to go out alone and you turned to each other.

“are you sure…? like, i’m really just your stylist, you don’t have to—”

“nuh uh, i’m inviting you because i want to. don’t be weird.” he quickly shut you up, not allowing you to make it seem like you hadn’t grown really close in the time you’ve been working there.

because you had no idea why you were still struggling with the fact that before he was an idol, he was a human being and was fully capable of having friends outside his group.

you nodded, feeling slightly stupid. “alright, i’ll be there. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

haechan didn’t get a chance to say it back when you hurried out the doors in hopes of him not noticing your flushed cheeks.

you were worried you were becoming too obvious, as the feelings just got even stronger after you acknowledged them yourself and the gift you had planned for him wasn’t exactly helping your case. you’d begun designing him a shirt, and although it was your passion, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a little too intimate.

your roommate, your best friend, the only person who knew about your feelings for haechan reassured you it was more than perfect.

“you know what i found out about sm today?” she asked, hardly giving you time to fully shut the door.

you hummed and dropped your bag, slipping your shoes off and hung your jacket. “they allow their idols to date with the exception that it has to be kept a secret, so… you know what i’m thinking.”

you didn’t even have to look her way to know that there was a smirk plastered along her lips. “no way?! that’s so great for them!” you beamed sarcastically.

her face dropped as she glared and you made your way to your room to finish up haechans gift. “do you realize you could literally be dating an idol? the worst that could happen is he says ‘sorry, i don’t feel the same way,’ and you forget about it and move on.”

you look at her in disbelief as she speaks about you getting rejected as if its no big deal. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i have literally never seen you so strung up on someone this much before,” she argues, “if you don’t confess soon, i’m gonna be more heartbroken than you.”

her voice gets quieter with each step closer away from her. “you’ll survive! i’d rather not risk our friendship!” you shout back.

“you’re designing clothes for him! you won’t even do that for me!”

it’s true. you were using up your remaining fabric for him to make him a shirt. he’d jokingly said previously how much he’d love it if you designed something strictly for him, something only he would have and after giving it some thought, you decided that it actually wasn’t a bad idea.

your hands worked the embroidery machine all the way until the very last stitch and you pulled back, examining your work and nodded in satisfaction. you pulled out your phone from your pocket after you felt it vibrate a few times.

haechan: the members are pretending to not remember my bday send help

such an old stupid prank

but what if they really dont have anything planned for me💔💔

you: youll live

haechan: I WONT LIVEEE Y/N IM GONNA DIE

lee donghyuck 2000-2022 cause of death: lack of attention from y/n

my bday is literally tmr dont do this to me😡

you: wait ur bdays tmr??

haechan: STOPPPP

Omg

do i have to get you fired

you: SHUT IP WHAT THE DHELL

haechan: HAAHAHAHAH

im so funny

thats what u get

you: im keeping your gift

haechan: NO

you wouldn’t dare

you: wanna bet

haechan: no i do not wanna bet

i want my gift fucker

<3 give it to me now

you: tomorrow

haechan: fine

call me

back at the dorms

johnny wants to say hi

the casualty of him telling you to call him was simply because it became a routine between the two of you. you facetimed often and sometimes fell asleep on the phone together… you were in way too deep.

the phone hardly finished ringing on the other end and soon a barefaced haechan was displayed on your screen, while you set the phone up for him to see your face but his birthday gift was out of his view.

“hi,” he grinned.

you laughed at his goofy little smile. “hello. where’s johnny?”

“that was a lie to get you to pick up.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, fighting a snort. “haechan, do you realize that you do not need to bribe me with johnny for me to pick up?”

“i don’t know, i felt the energy shift between us after you mentioned that he’s your bias.” he teases.

he sets down his phone on the desk and sits at his gaming chair, where you get a full view of his upper body and you just gulp, admiring how attractive he looked in casual clothes and messy hair.

“y/n?”

“hm?” you snap back to reality. “oh, yeah no, that was a joke.”

“was it? i saw you drooling over him last week.”

you get ready to snap back at him until you realize that the two boys share a room. “…tell me he’s not there with you right now.”

he laughs, “he’s not, look,” and pans the camera around his room to reveal he’s completely alone.

“good,” you nod, taking the risky decisions to play along to his little tactics, “because he is so hot, seriously. duh i was drooling over him, he was shirtless on that stage.”

the boys face drops and his brows scrunch together, and you do everything in your power not to let a grin form. he stares at you until you have to break the silence. "why're you looking at me like that?"

"i... can't believe you just said that about johnny."

"i mean, am i wrong? is he not so, extremely, hot—"

the boy interrupts you by shushing you, and you fail to hold in your laughter. you explode in fits of giggles while haechan still tries to process what he was hearing.

"it's not funny," he pouts, "i thought you were joking..."

"what's wrong? you don't want me to think that johnny's attractive?" you tease, expecting haechan to play along.

"no."

the straight forward answer takes you by surprise and you have to stop what you're doing. his playful facial expression had disappeared and he had his arms crossed, leaned back in his chair and raised eyebrows as if he was testing you.

you were practically sweating under his gaze, even though it was through a phone screen, and you opened your mouth to speak. your door being swung open made you unable to get anything out.

"do you want—oh, hi haechan! do you want pizza for dinner, y/n?"

"can i have some?" the other asks.

"yeah, pizzas fine," you respond quickly, praying your roommate hadn't heard anything from your conversation. she'd never live it down if she heard what haechan just said to you.

she nods and leaves the room, the tension growing thick once the door was closed, and you had no idea what to say. "did you see the dream show performance?" he asked suddenly, as if the previous conversation didn't just happen.

"uh, yeah," you nod and go back to embroidering his shirt.

"i really wanna do a more mature concept with the dreamies," he added, "like how we did at the show, but with an actual comeback."

"you guys would kill that," you assured.

the other hummed and grabbed his headset, putting it over his ears and the light of his monitor flashed on his face, you figured he was getting ready to play a game. "oh, want me to hang up, so you can play?"

he looks at you as if you just told him the world was ending. "of course not... weirdo."

you went the rest the call mostly in silence, but haechan insisted on staying on the phone with you, so you just enjoyed each others presence. that is if you don’t count the loud thoughts clouding your mind, wondering if his gestures were truly platonic.

the next day you were awaken with another call from haechan, watching him excitedly get ready and beam about it being his birthday.

“happy birthday, old man,” you managed to groan out, as you’d still were trying to fully wake up.

“wow, how kind of you,” he sarcastically remarks, “but thank you anyways. i’m gonna talk to my manager about letting you and some other staff come to the dorms to celebrate with me and the guys.”

you nod and the thought of being at his dorm made you anxious. in the time you’d known him, your relationship was strictly professional (with the exception of facetime calls) and you’d never even been close to his dorm room, and he’s only seen your apartment from his phone screen. you were a little doubtful that he would be able to pull it off, but still tried to stay optimistic about it.

the call was cut off as you got into your car to drive to the company, where you instantly saw a poster for haechans birthday plastered on the doors, as they did for all their idols birthday. you stopped to take a picture just incase he missed it.

“good morning,” you greeted as you stepped into the dressing room, where some dreamies sat, getting fitted by some other stylists. you scanned the room for a sight of haechan but he was nowhere to be found.

“good morning!” jisung greeted, turning his phone in your direction, “i wanna post this on bubble for hyungs birthday, is it good? will he kill me for it being too ugly?”

the picture in question was far from ugly, or maybe you could never even find haechan ugly even if you wanted to. “it’s ugly, you should post it.”

jisung looked at you from his chair and grinned, nodding with satisfaction. “i knew i could count on you.”

“speaking of the devil,” another member joined, and everyone turned their heads in the direction of the doorway, where the birthday boy had just entered.

despite the constant teasing thrown his way, the entire room made it a goal to be as loud as possible, shouting 'happy birthday's his way and you could see a clear attempt to hide his genuine excitement with a cocky smirk.

"oh my gosh, my fans are so kind, thank you," he boasts, faking a sob and wiped a tear that wasn't there. he briefly greeted and thanked everyone until his eyes landed on yours, and it felt like he'd been waiting all day to lock eyes with you.

you grinned, "happy birthday."

"where's my gift?" he ignores, and you fully expected that from him.

you gather—not his gift—but your tools to fit the members to certain pieces. "you can get it later."

he scrunches his nose, a gesture you found insanely cute, but doesn't protest, and moments later his eyes widen in realization. "oh! also, i did talk to my manager about the thing i mentioned last night, and it's a yes."

"you serious?" you asked in disbelief.

he hummed confidently. so you stand corrected. "it'll be you, some other noonas, the dream members, and only some 127 hyungs because apparently some have work, or whatever. not sure what could possibly be more important than haechan day."

you snort, "yeah, for sure."

for the rest of your work day, you could visibly see the excitement on haechans face as he awaited to get finished with schedules and get to his little get together.

the second it's over you force yourself to miss haechans goodbye and run back to your apartment, grabbing his gift and back to the company where their manager would escort you and a few other staff members back to the dorm.

your heart was beating faster than usual as you awaited for the door to open, and seconds later, mark was swinging the door open.

there was little decoration, besides one little sign that said 'happy birthday' and music playing loud enough to where only anyone inside would hear. it was calm, just what haechan wanted.

the birthday boy was occupied with conversation and there was a table with a few presents on it, and you debated on if you wanted to give yours to him personally or not.

there wasn’t much time to think about it because jeno had approached you. “is that his gift?”

you hummed. “what is it?”

the boy notices your hesitant expression. “i won’t tell him, just tell me. or… if you want me to tell him, i gladly will—”

“no, do not tell him,” you quickly interrupt, “it’s a shirt that i designed for him. i just don’t know if i want to put it on the table with everyone else’s, or give it to him myself.”

“give it to him yourself,” jeno decides almost immediately, and you could tell he was desperately trying to play cupid, but his quick response seemed a little too… genuine. “i know haechan, i know he’d want you to. yours is really like, personal, right?”

you nod, knowing you couldn’t deny the truth that was standing right in front of you. “then do that, and maybe confess while you’re at it.” he suggests, whispering the last part of his sentence.

you roll your eyes playfully, as much as you trusted jeno, you seriously couldn’t allow yourself to put yours and haechans relationship at risk. you were too scared it’d become awkward after you got rejected.

jeno gives you a look that says “don’t disappoint me” before walking away, and you silently and mentally apologize to him because you were definitely going to disappoint him.

you stand there alone for a second until haechan finally finds you in the small crowd, his face lighting up at the sight of you and you watch as he comes your way. “you came!”

your body freezes when he throws his arms around you, you don’t think he’d ever hugged you so eagerly, or even, ever. it takes you a moment to process what was happening but you soon wrap your own arms around his torso.

“what’s this?” he asks once he pulls away.

“your gift, duh.”

he gasps as if he didn’t already know you’d be bringing his gift. “can i open it now?”

“if you want—” you don’t have time to finish your sentence when haechan grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you away from the party, where neither of you could be seen.

“okay, it’s not like there’s a gift table or anything,” you mumble.

“so?” he questions, hands too focused on ripping his gift open.

you shrug even though he wasn’t looking and don’t say anything else, watching him drop the box that contained the main gift on the floor and unfold the shirt you spent weeks on. your eyes instantly move to his face, carefully awaiting his reaction.

to say he didn’t disappoint was an understatement. his mouth dropped open and he looked completely speechless, you honestly thought he may have been a bit too dramatic but you appreciated the efforts.

“y/n…” he sighs, “i cannot believe you actually did this.”

“i mean, it was your idea.”

“i was totally joking but holy shit, i’ve never been so grateful that someone took my words to heart.”

you laugh and watch as haechan grazed his fingers over his initials that you stitched in, along with his birth year with a marble-like design into it. you were quite impressed with yourself.

he seemed to be, too. “how the hell did you make fabric look like marble… y/n…”

his tone made it sound like he was scolding you and you couldn’t help another chuckle fall past your lips. he finally looks from his shirt and to you. “thank you. like seriously thank you, this is incredible.”

your heart flutters at the way his usual sarcastic self had disappeared, and he looked entirely genuine and thankful. with his eyes staring so deeply into yours, all you can do is nod and pray he didn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

“can i tell you something?” he asked suddenly.

you nod, and he continues. “when i got you that bracelet, i told the jewelry store that it was for my significant other.”

it takes a moment for you to process and you can only furrow your eyebrows. “it’s weird, i know, i just wanted to pretend that you were mine? i guess? i have no idea, i don’t know why i told you that, i’m sorry—”

“haechan… what exactly are you trying to say right now?” you asked, hoping the assumptions you were creating in your head were right.

he looks at you and you can see his adams apple bop as he gulps nervously. “i don’t really know how else to say this but, i like you. i really like you. i truly don’t know what’s making me say this right now, i guess i have hope that you feel the same way, considering this very thought out gift. i mean you got jisung a gift card for his birthday…”

you laugh at both the memory and the way he was able to connect the dots with such ease. you nod with a breath of relief. “i do feel the same way, fuck, i can’t believe you like me.”

he looks at you in utter disbelief, “why’d you say it like that? you’re literally out of my league, y/n.”

then it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. “…you did not just say that.”

“you really have no idea how great you are,” he sighs, “i’m in my corny era, but, i’m so happy you feel the same.”

you pretend to cringe. “so cheesy. but same.”

“do we kiss now?”

your eyes widen and nearly pop out of your head, but haechan laughs and you realize it was one of his tactics to get a reaction out of you. however, the sound of kissing him sounded more than delightful.

you hit his arm and he throws his hands up in defense. “i’m sorry. what i meant to say was, can i kiss you?”

all and any annoyance leaves your body and you’re left with yet another pounding heart due to his gestures. you’ll never understand how easily effected you are just by his existence.

“yeah, you can kiss me,” you nod, and despite the nerves bubbling in each of your stomachs, he places a gentle hand on your cheek and leans in.

his lips find yours and your eyes flutter shut to enjoy the moment, the moment that you were positive would never happen, but there you were, locking lips with none other than lee haechan.

the kiss is short and sweet but still satisfactory, and the two of you are pulling away before you got carried away. at that point you’d been away from the party for quite some time.

“what does this make us?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

“nothing, not until i take you on a couple dates first,” he reassures, “i wanna do it the traditional way.”

you laugh, “wow, i didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“oh, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. i’m about to become ten times more annoying.” he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as close as possible, and you swear you’re dreaming.

“two can play that game.”

“i’m crazy about you.” he swoons.

you squint your eyes together, “back to the party, old man.”

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virtuangel · 9 months

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welcome, 2024 !! some messages are longer in the written version below.

as always, i wanted to thank my friends for, well, keeping me alive lol but seriously i say this every single year but you really. made my year. and i'm very grateful for that.

in particular, i'd like to thank my most beloved tuals (twtuals for the most part), thank you for dealing with me on a daily basis, i bet it's not easy !!

// in alphabetical order of the contact names!

[ashie] ; @geumibear

my ribbit !!! we haven’t spoken much this year, but your presence was always, ALWAYS very appreciated!! i’m also very much enjoying the crush saga … in my humble opinion he wants u SO bad ashie. so bad. also, belated congratulations for getting into your chem degree, my whittle alchemist (<- ik that’s not what u are but that’s cute so u hab to accept it sorry) i hope that you always always always remember that i love you very much even when we don’t really talk!! may 2024 bring u crush and uni successes <3 can’t wait to keep up w your adventures this upcoming year as well!!!! lob u

[biebear] ; @marklyluvr

dear bylan p baller! sorry, my BELOVED BIEBEAR <33 we were already pretty good friends (i like to think) but i feel like we’ve gotten much much closer these past few months!! (or is it just me. who knows) . either way i’m really glad for that <3 because idk if u know this (u better. this is a threat.) but i love you a LOT. sorry for making u deal with me recently kjdfksbdk but thank you for hearing me out (and giving me courage also) <3 also thank you for always playing along w me when i say dumb stuff ure so cute i lob u… thank you for always being so nice to me and for being my most beloved villaintual my ohseungtual so important to me what wld i do without u… please be careful on the road!! ure still a whittle biebear so people should let u do whatever u want when ure driving but i have a feeling that they won’t :( i hope that the upcoming year treats you better than this one, i love you!! my cutieful bieloved!! ps. kissie for lillie

[bnuuy / my gabi] ; @yangsminho

my biloved <3 i already said this recently but. i really missed you an awful lot.. an so i’m SO very glad that we’ve been talking a bit more these days <3 u falling for nicho (and subsequently fuma. and) was one of the best things to happen to me this year fr . i kiss u btw . sorry for being so needy and annoying sowwy for targeting u so often when it happens its bc i love u i can’t promise i’ll be less annoying next year hope u understand… also, sure, i only know your internet persona BUT i do love you a whole lot and. this is something i’ve said before but. your internet persona is still a part of You. and i would love you no matter how and where and when i met you, i promise. thank you for being my friend, and i hope we can continue that throughout the upcoming year <3 can’t wait to hunt down nichofuu at the korean clubs w u mwah!!

[founding matthewer / my iri] ; @seokmatthewz

MY IRI WHOM I LOVE my forest witch my cherry fox (og) my shrimptual my elf chef… and most importantly recently my zebitual ofc ofc ofc. founding matthewer. i love you. btw. if u even care. i think this year was a big one for miliri!! got ur twt n subsequently ur discord i feel like i won at life. i guess im also thankful to zebi for existing so i can annoy u more… or i guess ure the one terrorising me most of the time but. as u know. i don’t mind. (also &t i’m so glad u had no other survival show to watch im so glad u decided to subject urself to &audition i love the consequences of that so bad u domt understand) i’m really really glad that we’ve been talking arguably? more this year!! i hope you’re willing to deal with me next year as well!! also excited for the 2024 miliri jesus birthday cafe run, of course!!!!! kdfkjsdnjkd ps. may 2024 bring u all the shrimp of the world. right to ur door. and say miss blue that i love her. and ur honorary catdog also <3

[léksie] ; @possession1981

my léksie whom i love <3 congratulations on your graduation hehe!! things are…….the way they are recently so i feel like we haven’t kept in contact as much as i wish we did this year but i’m glad that you’re still… here, yknow!! i love you very, very, very much and you deserve nothing but all the love in the world!!! 2023 was tough, i know, and i hope that 2024 treats you so so much better… if it doesn’t ill kill the universe actually. i’ll also be crossing my fingers for a potential miléks meetup (<- literally have not discussed this w u seriously but idc i’ll be scheming)(just between lovers marathon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when!!!!!!!!!!!) thank you for being such an amazing friend and role model, i really, really care about you and love you a lot.

[loml / my brina] ; @aquablues

MY BRINA LOVE OF MY LIFE MY SUNSHINE MY RAINBOW MY LITTLE TULIP MY BRILOVED MY LITTLE STAR WHO IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME …. MY WORLD …. MY BABRI (baby bri) WHOM I LOVE SOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this year was a big one for you and i’m so, so, so, so, so, so proud of you always always always!!! i’m SO glad to see that your college life has been treating you well so far i’m genuinely SO happy that you’re having a good time like u dont get it i’m literally tearing up as im writing this?? anyways thank you so much for keeping me (and the rest of us) updated on your uni adventures i really appreciate it!! and as u know i would have been devastated if u just contact w me like i wld be so sad if u ever do that at least give me like a two weeks notice ok thank u… please remember that i love you i adore you i cherish you my brina!!! so much!! i hope you can continue to enjoy your uni experience in 2024 as well (without the annoying u-know-who this time). ps. i still have a jo to send u someday i just think i prob shldnt send it to ur home address considering ur parents??

[megmeg] ; @lunetual

my megmeg my beloved <33 thank you for helping me this year despite being so busie <3 even if we dont really get to talk i’m really really happy to have you in my life!! and thank you for making efforts to keep in touch despite being so busie i love u… i hope we can continue to be friends in the upcoming year hehe <3 ps. give kissies to apollo from me!!

[mr. meoweks] ; @awek-s

dear mr pawminister sir. i hope you’re doing well in this very busy season,, kjsfnksjdnfkksn hello my meoweks whom i meow (love) so so so meowch!! i thiiiiiink we might have gotten a bit closer this year and i’m very happy about that!! ik this year was definitely not easy for you so i hope that 2024 can be a much better year BUT! congratulations (yet again) on getting into ur phd program im sosoosososososososo proud of you genuinely SO proud!!!! i knew you could do it but STILL!! cant wait to be promoting ur anthology entry in the streets <3 also omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg……………… meowmeow (aweks millie) meetup i CANT WAIT head in hands im so excited u domt get it meoweks.. also i think its SO cute that u have little bunbuns now wtf tell them that i love them wtf wtf wtf they’re so cute i love them. ps. do tell me if u want me to send u the cappuccino or if u want to wait until u come over!!

[my danderion / my eri] ; @xiaojuun

my beloved eri… what can i say that i havent said yet at the beginning of the month lmao this is the hard part abt u being a december baby it’s like i don’t wanna keep repeating myself but it’s literally only been like 3 weeks. but it’s been. Very busie weeks also. it’s slightly sad to have u so busy (from a selfish standpoint bc … my ewi … i miss my ewi …) but i’m also genuinely very happy for you!! you get to do what you wanted to do where u wanted to!! AND ur not living alone!! u won big time i think!!! im also very very grateful that you’re making efforts to still keep me updated even when you’re so busy, i appreciate it a lot, really :< i love you (you already know this). and. as i said before. i am Very glad to have not a friend Like you, but You As my friend. also i hope u know that i’m taking my wittle pengeri (tuxedo sam) so so many places! in very important 2023 events i am also SO happy (and still so giddy. i am insane. and i love u.) that i got to meet you irl <33 one of my best memories of the year! thank u for being such a cute n nice guide i lob u… i hope 2024 treats you well and that we can !! continue!! to be good friends!! i love you lots <3 i really do. ps. give flo and vika a kithie from me if u can!! and sarabi too, the next time u see her <3 pps. i allowed myself to show my grandma meri christmas pics and she said ure pretty. shes right. btw if u care.

[my ina] ; @flops

MY INA WHOM I LOVE!!! i feel like every year my wishes of getting closer to u get realised !! and u have no idea how happy it makes me!! im also so so happy that u joined us over on twt im so so so glad im so glad u hab no idea im SO happy i can annoy u so much more now thank u so much… (also sorry). thank you for putting up with me and all the annoying things i send u .. its a love language (and for sending me my leo)!! i love you to bits… and yet again, i hope we can get even closer in the upcoming year <3 ps. milina meetup when

[my violet / my vyvy] ; @souladies

MY VYNAIGRETTE!!!!!!!! MY VYONCÉ!!!!!!!!!!! my violet my vyvy my viavy my vyvyney whom i love so so much my little mouse my fluffy cat my beloved fennec fox <3 i feel like we’ve gotten SO insanely closer these past few months?!?! first of all thank you so much for being my beloved dramamate <3 thank you for being okay with me live messaging u my reactions to wifty and piggy king, thank you for agreeing to (re)watch hidden love with me, thank you SO much for experiencing fiys with me, thank you (and paula) so much for welcoming me for that one insane extraordinary you episode, and thank you (and ro!) for watching the killy votey & kidnapping day with me as well!! thank you so much for always making time for me :< i really appreciate it. and more recently, thank you for being my line friend hehe <3 i really love talking to u a LOT !! idk if u can tell . thank you sm for dealing with me skjdnfksdnk i genuinely thought u were going to stop talking to me after that one piggy episode . anyways i hope that 2024 treats you well and that we can continue talking and being friends <3 also i’m very excited for the next vyllie drama, whatever it may be!! ps. tell paquito that i lob him

[pauby] ; @ghiblin

MY PAUBY!!!!!!!!! my capy <3 i lob u so much thank u for always being so cute and so nice to me!!! and thank you for allowing me into the pauney extraordinary you watch that time and for welcoming me so nicely i kithie u … i hope that 2024 treats you vewy nicely (or else!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and that we can continue to be friends <3 ps. tell ur kitty that i said hello pps. pauby to be honest i wld let u :O eat me . honestly

[princess roro] ; @sunghanbin

MY SUNSHINE MY MODEL MY PRINCESS MY BEROVED RORO!!!!!!!!!!! <33 big year for milro i wld say but also i feel like every year is… <3 thank u (and vyvy) for watching killy votey and the kidnapping day with me <3 thank you for being the girl with the prettiest smile ever <3 also just the most beautiful girl ever. i know things have been rough lately and i’m very sorry about that… i hope 2024 can bring you and your family good news! that aside, thank you for being my friend and talking to me and bickering with me and getting me into bonedo and for showing me so much love and for trusting me!! what i’m trying to say is!! i love you!! a lot!! my beroved!! and i hope you are willing to deal with me for another year <3

[puppie !!] ;

MY PUPPIE MY VENVEN MY VEN PARA whom i love. thank you for STILL being friends with me i feel like its been so long…. i don’t really know if you realize this but you’re a extremely important friend to me. genuinely. i think my life would be a lot more miserable without you. thank you for dealing with me despite everything.. amd thamk u for the kitty videos always!! i kissie u <3 i love you <3 i hope that you always remember that and that you Never ever doubt it. may 2024 treat u nicely!!!!!!!!!!! and i hope we can be friends for even longer <3 ps. pls tell my children (phantom max sassa . i feel like im forgetting someone if i am im sorry i am on my knees repenting) that i love them!!

additionally, thank you to my other mutuals that have spent this year with me!! my miha (@jaebeomtual) and lili (@ninqz) who have been so sweet ; my sarah (@wabisaba), my rosie (@kimjiwoong), my beluluved (@fushigojos), my sofsof (@yeofi), luna (@yunwooz), and my dee (@ryudaeng), who have been with me for a While now and stuck with me despite us not interacting much this year ; rachie (@gnanii) and mary (@dongkwan) whose contribution to the eri project i'm very grateful for (and they're amazing just in general as well but) ; as well as vivi (@moonsua) who's a beloved twtual <3

and a special thanks to paquito and lavender ; phantom, sassa and max ; miss blue and iri's woof ; paula's cat ; eri's woofs whose names i forgot i am so sorry... & bestinez and sarabi, bestie j & ellis and florence and vika ; apollo ; lillie ; gabi's many many many animals ; grimm ; sammy and ashy ; brina's friend group. for being around my beloveds and for all the stories (amd cute pictures) involving them !!

as well as jinsung coming back bc this is my post and i can be insane <3 as a treat <3

credits!! [icons] // [ash pfp] // [bie pfp] // [gabi pfp] // [iri pfp] // [aléks pfp] // [brina pfp] // [meg pfp] // [aweks pfp] // [eri pfp] // [ina pfp] // [vy pfp] // [paula pfp] // [ro pfp] // [ven pfp]

#*mine #hi im one hour n a half late approximately . miwi time. but happy new year.... i love u

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angelst4re · 2 years

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I have a request but also i just wanna say i love your writing sooo much 🙁 it makes me really warm and soft and you’re so sweet, keep going with the amazing job bestie ilysm!!! The request I have IS !! Reader and Jamie are dating and she’s sleeping at his house and its pouring rain outside. She says she’s tired and will take a shower, Jamie asks if he can join her, she’s reluctant at first because they’ve never seen each other naked before and she’s really insecure w her body but she says yes. They go to take a shower HOWEVER things started heating up, they get out of the shower and end up having sex for the first time?? And Jamie is like super careful with her and lotsss of aftercare!!! Thank you 💖

omg hello lovely!! you're so sweet :') this idea was so <33 and because autumn has just began in my country this felt like the best time to post this... i love it so much!!

Afterglow- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: read the request! :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, please don't read if you're uncomfortable my loves!!

note: I HIT 400 FOLLOWERS WHILST I WAS GONE THIS WEEK??? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH OMG MWAH <33 also, yes the title is a taylor swift reference! :)

The tv was playing quietly in the background of the dimly lit room as you snuggled up to Jamie on his bed, under the comfy white covers. He played with your hair as you told him about your day, the customers you encountered at work, the gossip you shared at the coffee machine, and he listened to every word, genuinely enjoying the stories you told, along with your company and the weight of you on top of him brought him comfort.

The rain was falling quite heavy now, you had even gotten caught in it on your way to your boyfriend’s house, but it wasn’t so bad then. It was a perfect autumn evening. When you got to Jamie’s house he had already made you a hot chocolate and set it down with a slice of cake he had bought you from a nearby coffee shop. The small gesture made you smile, feeling warm inside as he kissed your forehead with a small ‘I love you.’

Your head was currently resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as your finger traced one of the tattoos on his arm. He was quite literally a work of art. His hand came down to the small of your back, where he traced small patterns through your (his!) t-shirt. You relaxed into his touch, and that’s when the tiredness began to hit you.

“I should probably take a shower before we sleep,” you say with a yawn, pushing lightly against his chest so you could sit up, “I won’t be too long.”

“Mind if I join you, sweetheart?” He asks sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Um… I’m not sure, Jamie.” You say with a frown, you felt bad saying no as it was his house, but he had never seen you fully naked before.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought it’d be nice.” He says with a smile. Who were you to deny this beautiful man?

“I do, I do want you to. I’m just worried you won’t…”

“Like what I see? Darling, the way your body looks isn’t going to stop me from loving you. That’s impossible!” He says, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “Go turn the shower on, love. I’ll grab some towels.”

You go into his bathroom and take a deep breath. He was finally going to see you. All of you. As much as it worried you, it also brought you happiness as it showed he was comfortable to do this with you.

You did as he asked, and got the water ready, turning it to a nice temperature where it wasn’t too hot, nor too cold. You weren’t too sure whether to undress now or not. How would he feel if he came back to see you naked? Would he turn around and say he changed his mind? Would he-

“Got the towels!” He returned, placing them down beside the sink. “Ready?” He asked.

You nod your head as he takes off his t-shirt, yet you can’t manage to lift your arms to begin undressing. You were too nervous, you didn’t think you could do this. When he was stripped down to his boxers, he realised you were still fully dressed.

“Darling, you can’t shower in your clothes!” He chuckled, before noticing your demeanour. He walked towards you, placing his hands on your waist before whispering, “would you like a hand?”

You nod your head, not sure what else to do at this moment. His hands come to the bottom of your top, lifting it over your head gently before throwing it back to the corner where his clothes lay in a pile. He then began to slide your shorts down your legs, crouching down to help you step out of them, leaving him eye-level with your heat. Before coming back up, he places a hot, wet kiss at the top of your thigh, almost causing your knees to buckle.

He smirks as he stands back up, noticing how you gasped at the feeling.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, reaching to the back of your bra. When you say yes, he skillfully unclasps it, slowly sliding the straps down your shoulders, almost to brace himself before revealing your breasts to him. “You’re so, so beautiful, y/n.” He says, looking into your eyes.

His hands slide down your body, from your back to your stomach, hips, thighs and knees as he crouches back down again, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you for permission before he slowly slides them down your legs. You now stood fully exposed above him, and it took everything inside him to not dip a finger into your glistening heat.

“Jamie,” you said, although it came out as more of a whimper, “we’re wasting water. Let’s get in the shower.”

He stands back up and you are already under the water, letting it flow through your hair and down your body, sighing into the warmth it gives you. He quickly removed his boxers before joining you.

You feel his arms wrap around you from behind, his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck as you giggle at the feeling of his hair on the delicate skin. As he places soft kisses to your neck, you take his right hand, which is resting on your tummy, and bring it down slowly until it rests between your thighs.

“Feel how bad I need you?” You pant, your arm coming up to pull him closer, to connect your lips.

“But we’re wasting water.” He smirks devilishly, tracing his middle finger in circles around your clit before pulling it away. “Let’s shower first, baby, then I’ll give you what you want. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you whimper, pulling him so he was under the water with you, “that’s okay.”

He smiles before picking up the shampoo bottle, you were a little too excited to smell like him. He always smells heavenly, you just assumed you smelt normal- but Jamie would definitely disagree. He poured some of the shampoo into one of his hands before rubbing them together and massaging the bubbles into your scalp. His hands worked wonders, you wished he would always wash your hair for you.

When he was finished, he ran his fingers through your hair, helping to wash the bubbles out. You then turned around and returned the favour, rubbing the shampoo into his hair, although he had to bend down slightly for you to reach. He giggled at the sight of you on your tiptoes, concentrating on your face as your hands worked into his hair.

After you were both clean, Jamie stepped out of the shower first and wrapped you up in one of his fluffy grey towels, before wrapping himself up. As you made your way back to the bedroom, he spun you around and his lips crashed into yours.

You let out a small moan into the kiss as you feel your towel slipping down, about to reveal your body to him once more, and you couldn’t wait. You pull back from the kiss with a smile on your face as you drop the towel to the ground, tugging on his to tell him to do the same.

And he does, he lets it fall to the ground before climbing onto the bed, pulling you with him. You smiled briefly as you straddled his hips, before he pulled you back down for a kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, “I’m so, so lucky.”

You moved your lips down his jaw and to his neck, placing hot, open mouth kisses on the skin. At the same time, you take his hand and lift it up to your breast, as if you were inviting him to touch you. He massages the soft flesh, tracing a finger over your nipple which causes a shiver to run down your spine. He does the same to your other boob when he was satisfied enough, and by the time he was done you were unknowingly rolling your hips against him, grinding against his hardening length.

“I’m gonna flip us over, is that okay?” He asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder. You nod your head and in a blink of an eye you were now against the pillows, underneath Jamie.

He goes back to kissing your lips, gliding his tongue along your bottom lip to ask for entrance, whilst his hands were on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

“Jamie,” you gasp, feeling breathless, “please… touch me.”

“I am touching you, darling.” He chuckles.

“No…” You whine, taking his hand and slowly leading it down your body, between your thighs, “touch me here, where it feels good.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, pulling back to look at you, to check for any signs of hesitation on your face, “and if this leads to us… making love…”

“Yes, I want to. If that’s okay with you?”

“Of course, baby, of course,” his lips return to the skin of your neck and begin to kiss down your body, “if you would like me to stop at any time please tell me, okay?” You nod your head but he wasn’t satisfied, he needed verbal approval.

“Okay…” You whimper, feeling his breath fanning on your heat as he spreads your legs further, letting him see everything you had to offer.

You looked down at him, his head between your thighs. It made your mind feel fuzzy, even more so when his finger dipped into you, the tip of his finger tracing your dripping hole before spreading the arousal up to your clit, tracing small circles on the nub that caused your mouth to form an ‘O’ shape as you sucked in your breath.

“That feels good, hm?” He asked, placing sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, “what if I…”

You felt something warm and wet flat against your clit, you didn’t need to look down to realise it was his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he uses the muscle to play with your clit, tracing circles around it and going side to side. When he wrapped his lips around the nub, suckling on it, you let out an unexpected moan and dig your nails into the bedsheets.

As he continues the assault on your clit, his finger comes back to your hole, gently easing it in before pulling it back out, adding another finger which easily slipped in beside the first, your wetness beginning to drip down onto the sheets.

It doesn’t take long for you to approach your high, he can tell by the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers, and the way you were squirming above him. Your arm reached down and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

“Jamie… mm stop…” You whine, trying your hardest not to throw your head back and cum right there and then. He places a kiss on your thigh and pulls his fingers out.

“Everything okay?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah, I just… wanted to cum… with you…” You pant, your hand moving to cup his cheek. “Please, I need to feel you, Jamie.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your clit before moving back up, his face inches above yours. You feel his hardness press against your thigh, and you sigh, wanting nothing more than to move your hips to the left slightly so he would slip in…

“I want to take this at your pace, okay?” He takes his cock into his hand, giving it a few tugs before lining it up with you, coating it in your arousal. “If I’m going too slow, tell me to go faster. If I’m going too fast, tell me to slow down.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as he buries his face in your neck. As the tip of his dick pushes into you, you let out a pained whine, but he rubs your hip in an attempt to soothe you.

“Shh, you’re doing so well for me, darling. I know it hurts, I know,” he pushed in a little further, “hold on to my shoulders, baby. The pain will go away soon, I promise, sweetheart.”

And then he was all the way in. You both stayed still for a moment as he sucked on to the delicate skin of your neck, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. You took a deep breath and tried to stop your pussy clenching around him, it only caused more pain for you and he found it difficult to keep his hips still.

“I’m ready.” You whimper, holding tightly onto his shoulders to brace yourself. He placed gentle kisses along your collarbone and whispered praises as he began to move, pulling himself out half-way before pushing back in. You whine out in pleasure as he hits deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Darling, you feel heavenly…” He says between kisses as he peppers them across your cheek, “you’re doing so well for me, baby.”

“I love you.” You whimper as you feel his cock brush against the spongy spot inside of you, causing you to babble and think out loud, “mm, I love you so much.”

“I love you more, darling.” He says, looking you in the eye, an innocent smile on his face as his thrusts pick up the pace, his hand coming down to where your bodies were connected, “I’m close, are you close, love?”

You nod your head, feeling a white heat flood your body, a knot forming in your belly as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“Gonna cum, Jamie…”

“Hold it, baby. Can you… hold it, for me?”

You nod your head, he knew you were on birth control, and you let him know it was okay for him to finish inside you. He wouldn’t have done so if you didn’t tell him you wanted it.

“Let go, dear. Cum for me, you’ve been so good, please…” He moaned, his thrusts becoming slower and sloppy.

You let go, the wave of ecstasy flowing through your veins and before you can come down, you feel him come undone inside you. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders once more.

He flops down beside you, pulling you as close to him as he could, your face resting on his chest, listening to his racing heart.

“That was so amazing,” you whisper after a few moments of silence, “that was, uh… my first time, ever.”

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. I did too.” He smiles against your forehead before placing a kiss there, brushing away your damp hair. “How about I get you cleaned up and everything, then we cuddle in bed with another hot chocolate? How does that sound?”

“Wonderful.” You say with a small giggle, still basking in the afterglow of your high.

Jamie slips on some boxers and wanders to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth to wipe you down with. He then hands you some spare underwear that you kept at his house, along with a comfy hoodie of his. After getting dressed, you go to the bathroom to pee (because we don’t want a uti!) whilst Jamie goes downstairs to make hot chocolates. Once you were finished, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Was your skin glowing?

When you finally came back to the bedroom, you noticed Jamie had also changed the bedsheet. You climb in beside him and snuggle up into his side, the warmth of his body, along with his scent, was so comforting.

He kisses your forehead as you wrap an arm around him, smiling into his chest as his hand slides under your (his!) hoodie to rest on your lower back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

“I meant it,” you say after a few moments of silence, “I love you, Jamie.”

“And I meant it too, darling. I love you more.”

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower #x reader #jcb #jamie bower smut

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congrats on 1k queen !!! u deserve it and more !!! <33

plz may i request 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' bc i am maybe a hopeless romantic at heart n love this stuff lol

i’m a scorpio sun + rising and gemini moon, entp, love watching live music and play guitar + sing myself, obv enjoy writing hehe but also reading, and i’ve got an art degree + enjoy illustration! i’m pretty heavily tattooed and pierced n deffo took the phrase goth bimbo and ran with it LOL, but i’m way more approachable than i look i think ! i’m v easy going and laid back and pretty unserious (maybe toooo unserious) and get along with p much anyone, but also have pretty high walls. i’m a cat person, function better in the sunshine and love a frozen marg. ok that’s it that’s me hehe - i like all genders + stranger things plz !

also kisses for u MWAH <3

bb thank you SOOO MUCH!! of course u may!! i hope i do yours justice kitty <33

first of all. i'm going to be biased and say steve harrington! hear me out... i know a lot of ppl think guitar + piercings + tattoo combo screams eddie but to me you SCREAM STEVE! like you'd be the unapproachable hottie for steve bc HE'D BE SO INTIMIDATED BY U... but then when he finally packs up the courage to try to talk to you he realizes how cool and easygoing you are and GODD that boy is whipped!! he loves hearing about all of ur passions and once he hears about ur art degree you are dead bc he's begging u to draw him. he also loooves looooves u playing guitar, he's probably begging u to teach him too bc he's so fascinated by everything u do!! i think steve would be pretty chill once he got to know you and he would easily break down those high walls bc he makes u feel so safe and comfy <3 once he does he's so happy and so proud bc he loves u sm :( !!! i definitely see steve as more of a dog person, but he's a laid-back dog person, so HE LOVES THAT U R A CAT PERSON!! it's like the olive theory for him: one has to be a cat person and the other has to be a dog person.

bonus + i think you would get along rlly well with eddie as a friend, but like totally platonic friends, and AT first steve would be upset about it because he would think the two of u r dating and he wants to talk to u!!! but then once he talks to eddie abt it EDDIE encourages him so heavily bc he thinks the two of u would be cute together !! and then steve always gets tips from eddie onn how to impress u (the three musketeers !)

join my 1k celebration!

#em’s mail💌#emmy's 1k celebration #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #st ships

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eloriis · 3 months

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SUPER MAX! - max verstappen

in which. . the rising pop princess and the three-time wdc are caught in dating rumours — mv1 x f! reader

notes : pt. 2 is here earlier than expected as a small ty for 100 followers!! tysmm and i hope u guys liked this two-part series as much as i did <33

type : smau ⋆ face claim : madison beer

( part 1 )

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y/nuser GREAT BRITAIN YOU WERE SO GOOD FOR ME TONIGHT!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BEST NIGHT TO FINISH MY EUROPEAN TOUR AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWAH 🫶🏼🫶🏼

user34 STOP THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD CONCERT OMFG I BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE TIME

user74 I CRIED WHEN SHE PLAYED GORGEOUS AND WINKED AT MAX 😭😭

user73 MAX?? MAX VERSTAPPEN?? THE F1 DRIVER?? WTF??

user74 YEAH HE WAS IN THE VIP STANDS WITH HIS FRIENDS AND WAS BLUSHING AND SMILING SO HARD WHEN GORGEOUS AND DAYLIGHT WERE PLAYING BRO OMG 🥹🥹

user47 ALSO THE WAY SHE CONFIRMED THEIR RELATIONSHIP?? BRO I DIED OF LAUGHTER. I WAS SHITTING TEARS 😭😭

maxverstappen1 i had such an amazing time finally seeing on stage, mijn koningin 🫶🏼 ( my queen )

y/nuser tysm my king <33

user86 MY QUEEN AND KING⁉️⁉️ BRO ILL KMS

user19 such fitting names tho 😍

user26 tonight seems like a great night to sleep on the railway tracks 😍

landonorris max was such a simp the whole time u were on stage omg 💀💀

charles_leclerc he had literal hearts in his eyes the whole time

maxverstappen1 have you seen her?!! i was so happy and proud of y/n. she’s so well on all of her shows and it’s about time she gets praised for it publicly.

y/nuser stop ill cry :( ilysm maxie <3

user95 ok bro…we get it. you love ur amazing and talented girlfriend. pls don’t run into our faces i CANT handle it.

user74 this is so disgusting omg ew ( no it’s no. this just makes me feel so single that i wanna cry. )

user36 it’s official. i’m gonna die alone 😍😍

user59 GUYS?? IM SO CONFUSED RN?? WHAT ARE THE DRIVERS DOING HERE?? WDYM?? HUH?? SOMEONE HELP??

user74 LMFAO DUDE MAX AND Y/N ARE DATING AND HAVE BEEN FOR LIKE ALMOST 4 YEARS‼️‼️ GOD KNOWS HOW THEYVE MANAGED THIS LONG BUT THEYRE SO HOT TOGETHER OMFG DUDE

user59 HOW?? WHERE CAN I FIND THE VIDEO?? PLS I NEED TO KNOW

user74 U CAN FIND TONS OF VIDEOS IF U SEARCH UP Y/N AND MAX REVEAL ON YT!!

user59 TYSM OMG ILY BRO

user74 ILYT BRO

“GOOD EVENING GREAT BRITAIN!! How’s your evening going so far?” was echoed throughout the concert hall and multiple cheers were sent back to the main character of the night. “I’m glad that you all are enjoying your time with me today before the tour comes to an end for a while!”, a loud “NOOOOO” was heard from a corner of the audience and everyone burst into laughter.

“I don’t want to leave you all either!!” Y/N reached out her hand towards the crowd as she had a pout on her face. “But let’s make this last night memorable, yeah??” she cheered out to the crowd as eveyone began cheering along with her.

“I now present to you a song that has never been played before in any of my concerts!! I hope you guys enjoy this song as it was written about someone who holds a special place in my heart for a long time” it was deadly silent until suddenly a tune that majority of the crowd seemed to know by heart. It sent the entire crowd into shock before some of them started screaming their lungs out to the song that was being blasted out by the speakers.

“MAX! MAX! MAX! SUPER MAX!” everyone was jumping up and down screaming their lungs out by now. The camera that was displaying everything on the big screen behind Y/n panned towards the V.I.P suite where everyone could see Max Verstappen on his knees covering his face with his hands while Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo and Charles Leclerc were standing beside him laughing so hard that all of them had tears in their eyes.

Everyone cheered when Max had finally stood up and was smiling so hard it looked like his face would split in half with the amount of force he was using. If anyone asked him in the near future if those were tears that were slowly gracing his waterline of his eyes, he would defend that statement until his death.

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maxverstappen1 happy 4th anniversary to the person who has been there for all of my accomplishments and disappointments and has loved and supported me throughout all of this.

i love you to pluto and back 🖤

user27 definitely not crying rn guys

user97 @user97bf where’s ur effort?? DO BETTER BRO. DO BETTER.

user38 THIS IS SO SWEET OMFG IM ON MY KNEES OM THE FLOOR MELTING CUZ OF THIS AIHEBDJWNSN

user69 OMFG GUYS. SHE ANNOUNCED THAT THEYRE DATING AT LIKE 12:15 AM. SHE DID AFTER EXACTLY FOUR YEARS OF THEM DATING OMFG. ILL CRY.

y/nuser i love you so so so much maxie, you’ll never understand just how proud i am of you. you’ve managed to come so far and i just know that you’ll go even further in life, my life 🥹🫶🏼

maxverstappen1 i know one thing, if i have to go forward in life, you’ll be coming with me. whether you like it or not. you’re stuck with me now and forever.

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y/nuser happy 4th anniversary to the best person i could ever ask for as a partner in my life. you have been there for me through so much of my life and it’s only fair that you can finally share the happiness and success with me not only in our home but outside it too <33

i love you so so so much maxie. to pluto and back 🤍

maxverstappen1 i love you the most schat. i’m so proud of you, i hope u know that ( darling )

y/nuser i literally love u the most?? i know maxie, i’m so proud of u as well <33

user19 guys…THE MATCHING HEARTS BRO. MY HEART HURTS AWJRBJENSJ

user25 THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY WEAK HEART. I AM TOK WEAK FOR THIS.

user36 THIS IS SO WHOLESOME BRO AIWHBDJWHSKA

landonorris parents omg 😰💪🏼

y/nuser maxverstappen1 it’s about time we adopt a child…i think this one is on the market 😋

maxverstappen1 no please not this one 🙏🏼

landonorris HEY! ILL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM NOT A PICKY EATER AND WILL EAT WHATEVER U GIVE ME. YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL TO HAVE ME. HMPH!

maxverstappen1 …you refuse to stay in the same room as FISH??

landonorris this is why mum is my favourite parent.

y/nuser AWH HES SO PRECIOUS! HES SO CUTE. PLSSPLSPSLPSLPSLL

maxverstappen1 …fine omg. ugh

landonorris EVERYBODY. call me lando norris-l/n-verstappen now ‼️‼️

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

@bingussthirdtoe @llando4norris

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littlelordfuckler0y · 2 years

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Klaus mikealson x reader Instagram au 5 [masterlist]

dam0nsalvat0re Y/n the entire time we (me mostly) tried telling her about the original nut job:

@unofficialenzo HAHAHAHAHHAHA GOOD ONE

@stefaNN18 Not funny Damon…

@dam0nsalvat0re It’s a joke come on

@bonboniee too soon!

@yourusrname It’s alright—he was right so I guess…

@gilbertelenaaaaa It gets better alr? :/

@yourusrname I know!!! it’s fine really

@carebarre can you even try to be A LITTLE sensitive???

@dam0nsalvat0re That’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m joking about it so she doesn’t cry about their breakup all the time! That’s me being sensitive!!!

@carebarre I have no words

yourusrname Well just me again

@stefaNN18 Why don’t you stay over at ours for a few days?

@yourusrename I seriously don’t mind being alone but thank you mom

@unofficialenzo Ah the Great Depression…

@gilbertelenaaaa I’m coming over

@carebarre Twilight marathon?

@bonboniee GIRLS NIGHT IT IS

@dam0nsalvat0re Are you for real??? You could be out drinking your liver off meeting new people and you’re still dreading?

@yourusrname you’re right….

dam0nsalvat0re no one knows how to deal with a break up better than a Salvatore best friend (steffan excluded)

@bonbonnnie Y/n??????? She didn’t pick up any calls she wasn’t responding to any texts and you didn’t answer either?

@dam0nsalvat0re Oh yeah I took her phone away so she doesn’t drunk call anyone in particular 👍🏼

@unofficialenzo I was the sober company…for 20 minutes

@gilbertelenaaaa THANK GOD she’s alive

@carebear_ WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TAKE HER?

@yourusrame you stupid fucking moron I woke up on a footpath this morning

@dam0nsalvat0re I dropped you home?

@yourusrname you dropped me two blocks down my home ON THE FOOTPATH

@dam0nsalvat0re At least you’re not sad anymore look how happy you look in the photo

@yourusrname I was high. On some really really really really really low quality coke.

@stefaNN18 I am cool with break ups stop lying

@dam0nsalvat0re oh yeah playing monopoly and going to bed at 11 instead of 10 is a great time

@unofficialenzo Don’t forget the self help book suggestions

yourusername Under the same moon I guess

@gilbertelenaaaa you’re going to be okay❤️

@carebear_ We’re going to find you someone MUCH better alright?

@dam0nsalvat0re Dear god you’re STILL not over it ???? Do you want to go for a party somewhere again??

@carebear_ It doesn’t work like that and ABSOLUTELY NOT

@yourusrname Yeah I think I’m gonna pass this time

@bonbonnnie Girls night?

@yourusrname Please yes🥲

@gilbertelenaaa omw

@stefaNN18 Can I tag along? I’m actually cool don’t listen to Damon please I need to make sure you guys are alive by the end of the night

@yourusrname I don’t mind it sure :)

klaus.mikealson. Perhaps it was too good to last. Goodbye, Mystic Falls.

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HI HI sorry yes it’s been a long time since I’ve posted and there’s so many people in my inbox telling me to continue so here it is I promise I’ll post more frequently 😭

Sorry if this ep’s sad or whatever it’ll turn around dw

Drink water and stay hydrated mwah <33

Tags🏷 @lavendercloxds

#klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #tvdu #the vampire diaries imagines #klaus mikaelson x y/n #the originals #instagram au #damon salvatore x reader

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Hi this is the Bob hate sex anon, I have found the bravery to send you this off anon but like, Bob hate sex in a public place?? You've annoyed him to no end after dogfight football and he wants to make you pay for it?? Dead

hi my dear!! a pleasure to meet you!! <33

your ask had me going!! off!! the!! rails!!!

bob hate sex in a public place???? turn this one UPPP!!!!

you were put on opposing teams during dogfight football and unfortunately for him you were on hangman’s team. this ended up in you and hangman forming an unlikely bond together and flawing everyone else during the game. hangman even going for bob on multiple occasions.

by the end of the game when your team had won, hangman had you on his shoulders displaying off your win. bob was furious. not because he lost, nah. because he couldn’t stand to see some other guy parade you around, let alone bagman.

while everyone else is sipping back beers and starting on a bbq, bob drags you off to the side of the beach to a stand of rocks, no less than twenty meters away from everyone else.

“what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” his words are hot against your ear as he pulls your hair to make your back arch against his pelvis as he takes you against the rock, your hands bracing yourself.

“think this would get me mad, huh? well, good for you. you’re fucking right. fuck.” he seethes as he ruts up into you along the sweet spot inside that makes you whine out his name. he smirks at the sweet sound, full well knowing everyone else can hear you.

bob hate sex!! bob hate sex!! bob hate sex!! thank you so so so much for this my dear!! mwah!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x y/n #barbiegirlbaby

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gothicbabydollz · 3 years

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subnon

not me having the idea of mean!mistress/mommy!mor in my head and have been having it there for weaks. i’m just imagining that the reader and mor already have that dynamic but mor often sees the reader having eyes for azriel, which gives her some rather wicked ideas which lead to them both later fucking her into complete obedience for them..like, please

also, hi baby !! i love u <33

your mind is brilliant, baby. mwah.

“I have a surprise for you,” Mor purrs, tugging on the leash that connects to the crimson collar snug around your neck. “Yes you, sweetheart,” She chuckles when your brows raise in question. She jerks her chin towards the door, you gaze over your shoulder and as if planned, a large figure steps into view.

Not just any figure. Azriel. Now leaning against the doorframe, smirk on his lips, doing nothing to hide the hungry stare as he eyes you kneeling between Mor’s legs. Oh, they’d planned this.

Sucking in a breath, your eyes dart back and forth between them. You have to bite back a whimper you so desperately want to let free, “I- what?” You’re brought face to face with Mor when she pulls on the leash, yanking you towards her. Her free hand trailing along your body, “Acting coy, sweet girl?” Mor toys with the knot of your robe, loosening it. “You aren’t so shy when you drool over him like a whore. Mhm, pet, I see how you look at Az. I know how wet you get when you think of him fucking that messy, little pussy. So, I’m going to give Azriel here, the opportunity. What do we say?”

Embarrassment burns your face and you gulp, “Thank you, mistress.” Mor grins darkly, pushing your silk robe off your shoulders. “Go on. Show him how much of a good girl you can be.” You nod, turning towards Azriel as you make to walk to him. “Manners, sweetheart.” Mor reminds you, disapprovingly. You quickly sink to your hands and knees, crawling towards the towering male across the room.

Azriel has to lean down to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks to tilt your head, examining you. His eyes are dark as they drag over every inch of you, making you squirm under his gaze. Azriel’s smirk widens, “I’m going to find so much pleasure in ruining you, little one.”

“That might be hard considering I already have her ruined, Azriel,” Mor hums from the bed, ridding herself of her clothes to enjoy the show. Azriel throws her a playful glare before turning back to you with a look that has you whimpering, “We’ll see.”

And that’s how you find yourself a fucked out mess. Crying out pathetically each time Azriel’s hips snap against your tender ass, red and bruised from each whip they gifted you. Courtesy of Mor deciding to bring out her favourite toys to play with. You’re dazed from hours of being used by them. An obedient, perfect little pet. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve cum for them, the number of times they haven’t let you cum or the number of times they’ve spanked your sensitive clit for failing that order.

“Gods, you were right,” Azriel grunts. His hand is in your hair, pushing your head down on the cock strapped around Mor’s pretty hips. Slicking it with your spit so she can have her turn fucking you. “Her cunt is fucking amazing. So tight. So wet. Hear that?” He chuckles at how each thrust of his cock into your soaking pussy emits a loud squelch to fill the room. “A perfect little whore.”

Mor hums her agreement, replacing his hand in your hair with her own so Azriel can grip your waist. She guides your mouth up and down on her cock, fucking your throat. You gag when you try to suck in a breath and Mor laughs, stroking your cheek. “I’m lucky to have her. A pretty pet to warm my bed forever. Isn’t that right?”

She pulls you off her cock to let you speak. You babble through broken moans and gasps for air, “Y-yes mistress. I’m- yours. M’yours forever. Fuck!” You shake, tightening around Azriel’s cock and whining from sensitivity. The climax having snuck up on you. Mor runs her fingers through your hair, cooing as she helps you through it. Azriel curses loudly behind you as the squeezing of your cunt tips him over the edge. He slams his hips against you one last time, cock sheathed by you. His release makes you feel overwhelmingly full, his thick cum warm against your silky walls.

Mor is quick to flip you onto your back as soon as Azriel pulls out. She purrs greedily, “My turn.” You’re still coming down from your high yet Mor spreads your thighs and thrusts into you in a smooth movement. Your jaw drops in a moan, allowing Mor the chance to spit into your awaiting mouth. “Good girl,” She sighs, watching you swallow. She begins rocking her hips, driving her cock deep, fucking Azriel’s cum back into your heat.

You whine, fresh tears staining your cheeks, “It’s good, it’s too good. Please, mistress. I can’t.” You reach down to attempt ceasing her movements. But you soon find your arms pinned above your head, Azriel’s shadows too strong for you to fight them. “Don’t be ungrateful, pet.” Mor slaps your clit in warning, sending your body jerking beneath her. “You’re stupid to think we’re anywhere near done with you, sweetheart.”

You cry out in pleasure and Azriel appears kneeling at your side. His fingers find your chin, tiling your face towards him. You’re met with his cock, still hard and leaking, pressing against your lips. You open your mouth for him, earning a praise from them. Azriel chuckles, “Your body is ours, little one. And we’re going to use you for as long as we see fit.”

#subnon ❥#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel smut #morrigan x reader #morrigan smut acotar #mor x azriel x reader #acotar smut #mor smut #morrigan acotar

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juniperhillpatient · 1 year

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4, 9, 12 & 13 for ATLA on the choose violence ask game?

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?: I’ll answer this in a general sense rather than about one person - I used to view blocking as for serious offenses only. Bigots, bullies, etc. I’ve now realized more recently that it’s healthy & good to block anyone who even slightly annoys me or says one thing that even gives me slightly bad vibes 😂 it’s not a last straw it’s more like “you said one thing in the tags of someone else’s post that annoyed me just a tiny bit” #blocked

9. worst part of canon:

two part answer: 1. i want to be clear that I overall like the finale & think it gets too much unfair harsh criticism when it’s overall a very strong series finale! BUT I would replace Zuko’s talk with Ozai setting up the comics with a brief & slightly hopeful but bittersweet scene between Zuko & Azula. and I’d erase the Kataang kiss. then it would be just about perfect <3 2. do I need to rewrite all my manifestos & essays about why jet’s death was a horrible writing decision & made no sense? 😭 let’s just say I’ll be bitter about it til I die 🫡

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them:

ok hm. I wanna give a different answer than last time & I’m still not saying Azula or Jet it’s too obvious 😂 what about Chan & Ruon Jian? I used to be so mean to them in my fics but then I accidentally made them too funny & likable one too many times & now I like them 😂

13. worst blorboficiation: I don’t quite know what this means tbh 😂 I just use “blorbo” as like my fave character? I think all the atla characters deserve to be people’s blorbos 🥺 not sure lol sorry I don’t think I get this one maybe I’m too old lol

#thank you for playing along! mwah <33 #ask games #asks #answered

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vyn-ugh · 2 years

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"Innocence"

recent parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

charachters: vyn richter, artem wing

words count: 2002

warnings: a little swearing, small mention of blood, not proofread

little note: aaaa thank you all so much to those who are reading this story, I hope you're enjoying it as much as I'm having fun writing it! next part is gonna be up in some hours, or tomorrow (little spoiler: luke, my beloved). have a good day/afternoon/evening/night <33 mwah

“One hour late” you complained, before eating the last biscuit from the paper bag Dr. Richter gave you earlier. “One hour late, I’ll just get fired”. You couldn’t stop worrying. Standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive, you were watching as the floor numbers displayed were slowly counting down. “Why does it feel like everything is in slow motion today?”.

You were smoothing out your skirt, when you heard Vyn giggle at your side. It was a soft laugh, hidden behind a smile. “I bet it’s funny” you spit out. “You don’t have to stress this much, Artem will understand. Did you text him what I said?”.

When you were stuck in the unusual traffic before, Vyn suggested to text Mr. Wing saying you would be late as you were going to Dr. Richter’s house to get the documents he needed.

“I thought he would bring them, I specifically requested his help” was Artem’s answer. Before you could panic, Vyn told you to tell him a half-truth.

“Sorry Mr. Wing, we’re actually coming to the firm right now. There’s a lot of traffic. Dr. Richter has offered to drive me there, since we were going in the same place”.

You felt sorry for lying to him, especially after what happened the night before. That moment you shared replayed in your mind during the ride to work, in those moments when Vyn wasn’t talking to you.

“I did”, you sigh. “But I don’t think that was a nice to thing to do” you admit in a whisper, leaning towards him. You searched with your eyes around, to see if someone was close enough to hear your conversation, however nobody was in the hallway. But Vyn played along, murmuring in your ear: “Why? Does it make you nervous, letting him know we were together?”.

Your eyes were wide open, as the elevator rang, informing you of its arrival. His whispers made you shiver, and you tried to hide your arms crossing them; you both walked inside of the empty elevator. How could he say something so bold, out of the blue? You looked at him while pressing the button of the firm’s floor: “I’m just worried because I’ve never been this late before”.

“Or you’re worried because of Mr. Wing’s opinion on you”

If you think about it, it’s pretty obvious right now. “Clearly! He’s like my boss here”, you tried to justify yourself in a pitiful attempt. “I know for sure he wouldn’t be so full of negative judgments towards you”.

“I still don’t want to take advantage of our friendship or the NXX team collaboration”.

Vyn put a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look at his golden eyes. “You’re doing a great job, don’t ruin everything by getting too stressed out about your performance”. Only after he said that, you realized how much you were contracting your muscles; your face melted, in a soft smile. It felt like he always knew what was going on in your head, even before you could understand it yourself.

“Thank you, Dr. Richter”, you simply said. As if Vyn just cast a spell on your brain, everything felt lighter on your shoulders. “I’ll walk with you to Mr. Wing’s office” you offered, exiting the elevator with him by your side. “Just put the blame on me, if it makes you feel better. We’ll keep up with the story that it was my idea, he won’t be mad at you” he suggested, hands in his pockets. You didn’t love that plan, it felt like being a coward.

“As much as I don’t want Mr. Wing to think poorly about me, at the same time I don’t want to disrespect you, Dr. Richter”.

He was completely relaxed, as you both stopped walking: “You don’t have to worry about that”. And before you could say anything else, he opened the door, inviting you in. You were both showing a soft smile when you entered Artem’s office, and his eyes bolted at you. For a second, his gaze bounced between you two, before lingering on your figure a little more. To break the silence, you handed him the documents you were carrying with you.

“We’re a little late, but it was my fault. I forgot to prepare them in advance, so I had to search trough all the papers I have on my desk” Vyn spoke, taking a seat in front of Artem.

“No need to worry, thank you for telling me beforehand”, was his simple response.

As always, Mr. Wing wasn’t very talkative. You took advantage of that moment to take your leave. “Well, I’ll go now. If you need me, I’ll be working at my desk today. Thank you again for the drive, Dr. Richter” you said, and then looking at Artem with flushed cheeks you apologized: “Sorry for being late, Mr. Wing. It wasn’t in my plans. I’ll make up for the lost time this evening”.

Flashes of his face being close to yours came into your mind, and his blue eyes softened meeting yours. “There’s no need for that, thank you for your work”. There was no need to work until late for that missed hour? Vyn’s plan worked out?

“Alright Mr. Wing, have a good day” you said, exiting the office before anyone could say anything else.

That afternoon, you couldn’t concentrate anymore. You were sitting in front of the tall windows that showed the city in the red, afternoon lights. Celestine brought you some documents earlier, without saying a word. You thought that she was still mad at you, honestly you didn’t even have the time to talk it out. She didn’t reply to your texts when you asked “What happened?”, after her and Kiki left you the night before.

You sipped on your tea. Almost everybody had left the firm at that hour, so you took the time to yourself before heading home. But the truth was that the bare idea to get on a bus to go home made you sad. You were tired from clubbing the night before and from stressing so much about being late this morning and what Artem could’ve said seeing you today. But he did nothing, not even mentioning that kiss. For as much as you didn’t want to get in a weird position with him for it, a big part of you was praying that you could’ve talked about it. Because maybe it could lead to something more than a simple kiss on the cheek? “What am I even doing?” you thought, sighing. You tossed the empty plastic cup, before heading back to your working station to grab your things.

You always kept in order your desk during the day, even if the cases could get a little messy. That helped you a lot with keeping the thoughts in a line, without getting lost in papers and analysis. You grabbed your purse, gathering your phone, some tissues and your water bottle. The silence in the office made it look like a totally different place, quite comfortable to be in. And not one that could easily give you a headache.

Walking to the elevator, you stretched your arms in the air, before hitting something. Or someone. You let out a frightened squeal, turning around to see Artem covering his nose with both hands. “Oh, Mr. Wing I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!” you scream, immediately approaching him. You raise your hands near his face, trying to peek though his, to see the damage you caused. With eyes closed, he shook his head: “It was my fault I didn’t warn you that I was there”.

How was it possible that he was so close to you and you didn’t even notice? “Let me see” you say, careful to touch his hands. You tapped on his fingers, asking him to let you peek: “I’m really sorry”. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing” Artem said, before letting you give a look at his nose. It was a little bit red, but you didn’t see any sign of blood. You lingered a bit, under his blue gaze, tracing the skin around the point where you mistakenly hit him. A useless attempt to soothe the pain. You looked up, meeting his curious eyes: “Maybe you want to grab some ice? I think we have some in…”.

But he interrupted you, grabbing your hands in his: they were still resting on his face, and it felt like he was sinking in them. Both of you didn’t dare to move your eyes, absorbed in the silence around you. Even if there were countless things you wanted to say to each other. “I’m sorry”, you said again, not having the courage to speak louder than a whisper. He smiled, taking your hands in front of him: he was examining them, trying to find any sign of bruise in the exact point where you hit him. His touch was gentle, but you couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. “Seems like we’re both doing good” Artem spoke this time. You nodded, your hands still in his. They were soft and quite big, you couldn’t stop imagining his elongated fingers crossing yours. Or them caressing your skin, playing with your hair, tracing your body. Your cheeks turned red, and that’s when Artem decided to let you go.

You felt a glimpse of sadness catching your chest, and you quickly turned around, facing the elevator. “It’s weird to see you getting out of work at this time, Mr. Wing” you said, trying to cover your trembling voice without looking at him. You both stepped inside the elevator, you could feel his gaze on you. “I have a date I have to be at”. At that point you couldn’t hold back anymore, looking at him in disbelief. He had a little smile drawn on his lips, so you couldn’t avoid reciprocating. But yours was bitter, feeling like you were losing something inside of you.

“Oh, a date?” you simply said.

“Celestine introduced her to me the other day, and today she asked me if I was in for a movie tonight”.

The innocence in his words was so frustrating to you. Celestine was definitely putting Artem against you, now. How was she able to manipulate him as she wished? You flashed a fake smile at him, walking out of the elevator at a fast pace. “Have a good evening, Mr. Wing”. You tried to escape the way he was keeping up with your walk, calling out your name.

“Can you stop running?” he exclaimed, almost at your side.

Damn his fucking long legs.

“What is it, Mr. Wing? I’m going to lose the bus”

“I want to know why are you acting like this, all of a sudden?”

“How am I acting? I’m just late”

“Like you’re mad at me” he blurted out, irritated. He was holding you from your arm, making you turn around to look at him.

“I’m not mad at you” and that was the truth. You were mad at Celestine, for what she was doing just for a whim of her. You were just sad that Artem was so easily malleable at whatever words or wish she had. You were facing him, head looking up trying not to let the tears escape from your eyes. Why the fuck do I want to cry, now? It has been a tiring day, from the cases you had to work on, to the tension caused by being late in the morning and the headache accompanying you from the night before due to all the wine you drank. Anger was getting the best of you, once again.

“Then talk to me. Did I say something wrong?”.

Yes. “No”.

You tear your arms from his hold, and start walking in whatever opposite direction he was going to.

“I can drive you home”

You burst out laughing, without looking back: “You’re gonna be late, Mr. Wing. Better hurry up and not let your date wait any longer”.

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Hey girl hey~~ (ew, why did I do that?) Anywaysss. Can I request pretty setter squad that takes intense care of their fingers and nail hygiene l with an s/o who absolutely DOES NOT. Like, they have a nail-biting problem due to anxiety, they have those white sploches on their nails that show calcium deficiency and tend to hurt their hands and fingers as a coping mechanism for when the panic attacks set in. Thank you so much! Love ya! Mwah

PRETTY SETTERS SQUAD WITH A S/O WHO DOESN’T TAKE CARE OF THEIR NAILS

hey hey hey~~ you sure can my friend, i’ve been feeling like writing for kags lately so this comes along at just the right time <33

⇢ kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, atsumu

— KAGEYAMA

• first of all : kageyama couldn’t care less about how your nails look (or how you look in general btw)

• but when you tell him that all of this is due to anxiety, he immediately feels like he should help as much as he can - even if he doesn’t really know how

• to be perfectly honest, he feels much more comfortable helping with nail care than the panic attack itself because he’s always afraid that he might unintentionally make things worse

• so he’s glad that he can offer his help in a way that he feels more at ease with

• he really enjoys massaging your fingers and the base of your nails when you’re cuddling, not only because he likes to hold your hands but because he knows it stimulates the nail growth (he has KNOWLEDGE ok?)

• and he’s always very gentle, which surprises you at first because you didn’t expect his touch to be so soft

• he doesn’t want you to focus too much on what he’s doing so he’ll probably make small talk with you while massaging your hands

• also : tell him once that you have calcium deficiency and you’ll never have to worry about drinking enough milk in a day ever again, he is watching closely

— SUGA

• i feel like suga would take this pretty seriously

• because sure, it’s just nails, but the root of the problem is more than « just nails », and he would really like to make himself useful in any way

• but he will never impose you anything, it’s never « i will » but always « would you like »

• « would you like me to paint your nails ? would you like me to get you some cuticle oil ? »

• he’s willing to pamper you 24/7

• and he’ll never get mad at you for biting your nails because he knows you just can’t help it

• so usually, when he catches you doing it, he tries to give your arm a few reassuring strokes

• he also tries to make eye contact with you as much as possible, always with a soft smile on his lips

• and he’ll always notice when one of your nails has gotten a bit longer - and he’ll point it out to you to make sure you acknowledge your own progress as well

— KENMA

• kenma doesn’t even notice the white blotches on your nails tbh

• but he notices the signs of anxiety better than anyone, and once he starts paying more attention, he has a better understanding of what situations make you prone to nail-biting

• and since video games are his favorite way to keep his own hands busy, it’s pretty frequent that he hands you his psp when he feels that the situation might be stress-inducing

• and he really does encourage you to play because he knows how useful it is with panic attacks

• and while you’re playing, he always rests a hand on your shoulder or on your back, so that you know that giving you his psp isn’t the only way he’s willing to help

• on the other hand, i don’t think he would really ‘pressure’ you into getting rid of that habit as long as it doesn’t hurt you too much

• like, he won’t slap your hand to make you stop for example, because he still respects the fact that it’s a coping mechanism

• and he wouldn’t like someone to grab his video games out of his hands (you’re on thin ice kuroo)

• so it’s always very gentle reminders that there are other ways to take your mind off of a stressful situation

— AKAASHI

• obviously akaashi knows what it is to take your stress out on your hands

• and that’s why he thinks it’s very important for you to know that he understands and respects your struggles

• definitely holds your hands if he sees you start to fiddle with them - and it actually helps him calm himself down too

• overall he’s really good at noticing the first signs of a panic attack

• he’s so concerned about your well-being that he might ask if you’re ok just because he saw you look a bit too intensely at your nail

• « are you really sure you’re alright ? »

• then he’ll probably regret being so insistant and apologize with a hug or a few kisses (so precious <3)

• because he’s always afraid of accidentally being too pushy, but you know that he just really cares a lot

— ATSUMU

• probably panics at the words « calcium deficiency »

• but he doesn’t mind the white spots, if anything it reminds him of little clouds and he thinks it’s kinda cute

• if you’re self-conscious about the way your nails look, then say no more : he’ll buy you as many rings as he can so that you’ll start to enjoy looking at your hands

• atsumu is the kind of boyfriend that will offer you to bite his nails instead of yours

• and he’s very serious about it 💀

• but if you refuse to bite his nails (please refuse) then he will at least offer you to play with his hands to calm yourself down

• and he’ll let you do absolutely anything : from tracing the lines on his palm to painting his nails

• but in return you have to let him hold your hands at any time of the day or the night - that’s the only thing he asks of you, even if it’s just to give it a squeeze whenever he needs a little boost

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#it shouldn’t have taken me so long to write this omg 💀#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama tobio x reader #kenma kozume x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #miya atsumu x reader #kageyama headcanons #kenma headcanons #sugawara headcanons #atsumu headcanons #akaashi headcanons

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