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[lolab4t]

pinned down - smut 18+

MINORS DNI

pairing: thunderbolt!bucky barnes x f!thunderbolt!younger!reader summary: daily sparring sessions with bucky always toe the line between playfulness and tension. but today, that tension snaps. when another round ends with you straddling him on the mat, it sets off a chain reaction of confessions, teasing, and desire too long buried. bucky finally stops holding back, and so do you. word count: 8.8k warning(s): 18+ explicit content warning, smut, mature themes, light swearing, some power dynamics, dry humping, unprotected p in v, semi-public setting, mention of thunderbolts*, age difference, reader is described with afab anatomy a/n: so bucky is officially my current fictional man of the month. like i was always a loki girly, but tumblr has converted me... anyways, i really hope you enjoy :) and if you do, please feel free to like, comment, or reblog! <3 also, requests are open!

killshot - magdalena bay

“again,” bucky grunted as he got to his feet, breathless but stubborn.

the two of you were in the thunderbolts training facility, doing your daily sparring. strength wise, you were both pretty much on the same level. but, for some reason, you always seemed to come out on top. literally. it was usually you pinning him down.

you rolled your eyes from where you stood across the mat. “you sure? that’s the third time i’ve had you on your back today.”

his lips twitched. “don’t flatter yourself.”

"too late for that…" you chuckled, backing into your stance. “c’mon, grandpa.”

that got him moving.

he hated when you called him that. grandpa? sure, he was over 100 years old, but he sure didn't feel or seem like it. plus, a lot of those years he didn't even remember.

he didn't want you to think of him as too old for you.

the two of you danced in circles, boots quiet against the padded floor. it wasn’t serious, just the usual, but there was always an edge when it came to you and bucky. teasing. testing. a little too much eye contact.

he lunged. you dodged. your leg hooked around his, and with a twist and a push, he hit the mat again with a thud.

you landed straddling his hips, pinning his shoulders with your hands, grinning down at him.

“fourth time,” you said smugly. “you getting rusty, barnes?”

he didn’t answer right away. just blinked up at you with that unreadable expression, metal fingers twitching at your sides like he was debating something.

then, without warning, he moved.

in a blur of motion, he twisted under you, caught you off balance, and the next thing you knew, you were the one flat on your back. his body hovered over yours, one knee braced between your legs, hands pinning your wrists to the mat.

your breath hitched. why was that so hot?

trying to compensate for the blush creeping onto your cheeks, you scoffed, “cheap shot.”

“all’s fair,” bucky replied, his voice low. you could tell he was partially lost in thought, like he was still debating something.

you shifted under him, pretending like your pulse wasn’t hammering in your throat. “you gonna make a move, or just hover like a weirdo?”

his grip on your wrists didn’t tighten, but his gaze did… sharp, focused, like he was searching for something in your face.

“i think i just did,” he said, letting out a dry, short laugh.

your breath hitched again.

you knew what he meant.

the words hung there for a beat too long.

his eyes were bracing for rejection, like he’d already decided he could handle it.

then, breaking the silence, he gave a small smirk, “you know, i usually just let you pin me.”

you laughed, short, breathless. "oh, so you're saying you don't even try?"

"maybe i just like the view when you're on top of me."

you stared up at him, feeling like your heart stopped beating.

then you swallowed, speaking in an unsure tone. "you being serious?"

"i'm not the messing-around type. you should know that by now."

"good," you smiled, "neither am i."

his smirk turned into a grin, “so… rematch?”

you hummed, “maybe. only if you’re playing for keeps.”

then your grin turned into a smirk, your eyes darkening. "or… we could do something else."

he snickered, the challenge in his eyes shifting into something deeper, more intense. he lowered his voice, just enough for you to barely hear him.

“something else, huh?”

you nodded slowly, heart racing, the heat between you suddenly more than just from exertion. his metal fingers brushed against your jaw, light as a feather but enough to make you catch your breath.

“tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice husky, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin.

you swallowed, eyes looking up into his almost innocently, words barely a whisper. “right here. right now.”

he chuckled low, a sound that sent shivers down your spine.

then, his lips were on yours. rough. passionate. heated.

he pulled your bodies up to a sitting position, you in his lap, straddling him.

your hands were all over each other. hungry.

“tell me if i’m moving too fast,” he murmured against your lips, voice thick with desire but a hint of hesitation.

you whispered against his mouth, “don’t stop.”

his lips curled into a slow smile before dipping down to kiss the sensitive skin along your neck. the roughness of his stubble mixed with the softness of his touch made your skin shiver.

you grounded your hips down on him, aiming for his growing bulge, causing him to let out a low grunt.

“i’m right here,” he murmured, voice low and whiny. “just tell me what you want.”

your hands explored the broad planes of his chest beneath his shirt, feeling the steady beat of his heart. your fingers curled into the fabric as you pressed closer, bouncing on his lap slowly.

"you, bucky. i want you."

he unraveled before you. his hands were on your hips, guiding your grinding to hit where he need you most just right. his face was in the crook of your neck. you could feel his quick breaths against your skin.

you whined, making yourself feel good against him. one of your hands snaked around the back his neck, moving up slowly to tangle your fingers in hair. the other moved down from his chest to his abs slowly, stopping right at his belt.

one hand remained on your hip, while the other had already unclasped your bra and pulled your shirt over your head.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and searching. “god, you're beautiful."

then his gaze softened ever so slightly, "we don’t have to rush.”

you shook your head, breathless but sure. “i don’t want to wait.”

his smirk deepened, “then let me show you how much i’ve been holding back,” he murmured, voice thick with need.

his lips found your jaw, trailing hot kisses down to your throat. you tipped your head back, giving him better access, grinding on him in a faster pace now. you tugged on his shirt, pulling it up slightly.

he chuckled as he moved his hand to pull his shirt the rest of the way over his head.

his lips went back to your neck, leaving a trail from your throat back up to your mouth, where he captured your lips in a kiss that was all tongue and heat and longing.

“fuck,” he breathed against your lips, “i’ve wanted this for so long.”

you smiled against his mouth, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling every muscle tense beneath your touch.

“then don’t hold back,” you whispered.

he grinned as his hands roamed lower, "i know you like having me on my back, but it's your turn, again."

his smirk widened as he eased you back onto the mat, hovering over you with that smug face.

“payback’s a bitch, huh?” he murmured, voice low and teasing as he brushed his lips along your jaw. “but don’t worry… i’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

he slid your pants and panties down your legs, his mouth following the path of his hands, slow and deliberate, worshiping every inch of skin he revealed with eyes drinking you in like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. you were breathless under his gaze.

you tugged at his belt, fingers fumbling with need, and he let out a soft, breathless laugh, helping you shed the last of his clothes.

he captured your lips in another kiss, before pulling back to position himself in front of your entrance. "you sure about this? we can slow down."

you looked up at him, "i'm sure, bucky." your voice was confident and firm.

his jaw tensed at your words, like restraint was hanging by a thread.

“okay,” he breathed, voice husky and deep. “okay.”

he kissed you again, slower this time, like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth. his hands smoothed down your sides, grounding you, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched as he finally pushed into you.

his movement was slow, deliberate, patient…

he smiled, soft, lopsided, nothing like the usual cocky smirk. just him.

his name fell from your lips in a whisper, and he caught it with another kiss, like he’d been waiting to hear it just like that.

bucky held you like you were something precious, like every inch of you mattered. and maybe, to him, it did.

your bodies moved in rhythm. his hands mapped your body with quiet touch, no rush, just the kind of intent that said this wasn’t just want, it was care. maybe even more.

the air between you was heavy, warm, laced with the sound of shared breaths and quiet murmurs of each other’s names.

it wasn't long before you both unraveled in each other's arms, your movements halting.

your bodies laid tangled in one another. bucky let out a quiet chuckle, pressing a kiss to your temple. “so… still think i’m getting rusty?”

you laughed, breathless and content. “nah. you’re just finally playing to win.”

he smirked, brushing sweaty strands from your face, his tone teasing but his gaze full of something much softer. “then i hope you’re ready to keep losing.”

and for once, you didn’t mind losing.

thanks so much for reading <3 requests are open

[navybrat817]

Why isn't Bucky waking me up to have his way with me?

I wish I had the answer, nonnie!

Slip Inside

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky can't resist having you when he comes home.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, somnophilia (at first), established relationship, pet names, possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me, okay?), lovesick and needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I can't send Bucky, but here you lovelies go! ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky wasn't meant to be home until tomorrow. He almost called to let you know he’d be back a day early, but it was late and he didn't want to disturb your slumber. Imagining the happy look in your eyes when you woke up beside him brought a smile to his face. Being loved by you was something he still couldn't believe was real some days, but he knew in the depths of his soul that you would always be his girl.

“Welcome home,” he whispered to himself when he saw you in bed, a sight for sore eyes.

He kept his gaze on you as he undressed, careful not to make any noise. You had an arm draped over the pillow next to you, the one he usually rested his head on. His heart raced as he took a step closer and gently pulled the blanket away, your body barely covered by the shirt he recently bought for you. Shivering slightly, you tried to curl in on yourself, but stilled quickly.

Like you knew he was watching you.

“I love you,” he breathed into the room.

You replied with a moan and rubbed your hand against the pillow.

You were beautiful when you slept. If you asked him, you were gorgeous all the time. A breathless kind of vision that he grew to appreciate more and more each day. But you weren't like a piece of art for him to just admire. You were the type of beauty meant to be appreciated.

And he gladly did so with his hands, mouth, and cock.

Oh, he loved you. Fuck, he needed you, too. It was an ache. A hunger. Awake, asleep, it didn't matter as long as he had you. And you were understanding enough to let him take what he needed.

“Mine,” he whispered.

Bucky quickly took the opportunity to slip into the bed and spoon you from behind. Your steady breathing grounded him in a sense while awakening the beast he kept at bay. The one that wanted to come out and play. One that needed to bury himself deep and keep you full.

If you were awake, he would've turned your head to kiss you nice and slow, unrushed even with the mounting desperation. Instead he rubbed his nose and scruffy chin at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing in the distinctly sweet scent of you while wanting to leave his claim. That no one else could touch or have you. That you were his.

“You're mine,” he growled lowly.

Rubbing the inside of your thigh once he pushed your shirt up enough, he heard your breathing hitch. He wasn't ready for you to wake up just yet, but it didn't keep him moving his hand higher and grasping the elastic of your underwear. He debated tearing the offending fabric off, but he couldn't fault you for wearing them.

You didn't know he'd come home tonight.

He also thought about touching you through your panties to feel you squirm under his touch. Your whines and whimpers always made his cock twitch, especially when you soaked the fabric. Sometimes he liked to shove them in your mouth so you could taste yourself and know he was the one who did that to you.

Only him.

He brushed his lips along your skin as he pulled it down, almost wishing he was in front of you so he could look down and see your exposed pussy. “Mine,” he whispered again as his fingers parted your folds and skimmed over your clit.

You moved back against him with a sigh, enticing him without even trying. Alternating between teasing the bundle of nerves and your slit, he felt his own breathing get heavier and harsh with each passing second. By the time he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick your juices away, his cock was hard and heavy with the need to sink into your dripping cunt. He grunted as your flavor exploded on his tongue. He was done with foreplay.

And with how you panted and writhed, you were ready for him.

He hooked your leg over his thick thigh to open you up, hoping it wouldn't hurt when you stretched around him. “I love you,” he said once more as he brushed the tip of his cock against your hole, sighing as he slowly filled you up.

He had to close his eyes and hide his face in your neck to keep from losing it. He could go for hours when he wanted to, but the feel of your warm wetness gripping him like a vice was almost too much. Finishing quickly or not didn't matter. You’d take it as a compliment if your sweet cunt made him empty himself inside you so fast.

But he had to make it last and make you come first.

With a deep breath, he got himself under control. You let out the sweetest whine when he almost pulled out completely and shoved himself back in. Curled around you, all you could do was take his deep thrusts. He could've breathed through his nose and tried to stay quiet. He could’ve gone slow and steady. But he moaned and nipped at your skin, not wanting to hide his desire for you.

He couldn't see your face, but he felt you roll your hips back as you began to stir and heard another whine escape. You weren't completely awake, but your body craved what he was doing to you. It was enough for him to roll you on your stomach and quicken his pace.

“Bucky?” You mumbled.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't resist. Your pussy’s too good,” he groaned, putting a hand to the back of your neck to hold you still. “I need you. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

You fluttered around him as he stretched over your back, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your body went pliant as you let out a tired and needy moan. If you wanted him to stop, you would’ve told him to do so. “Please,” you whined as he practically rutted into you.

“I got you,” he grunted, driving harder into you as your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Missed you. Missed you so fucking much. Might need to keep my cock in you all night.”

You trembled, both of you knowing you’d lay there and let him fuck you all night if he asked. You were so good for him. And greedy. It would be wrong of him not to give you what you longed for.

“And you'll let me fill you up, won't you? Of course, you will,” he panted against your ear. You tried to arch your back, but his massive frame overpowered you. “It’s okay. Just take it. Let me have you.”

Fucking you raw was a gift he’d selfishly continue to ask for and take. But how could he not? You always let out the prettiest sounds when he flooded your holes.

He couldn't stop himself from shoving his hand between the mattress and your body, seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge. Moans poured from you as he lightly pinched it, giving you the push you needed. “That’s it. Come on my cock. My cock. My good girl,” he encouraged as you clamped around him hard enough for him to lose his breath.

You nearly cried as he took you apart. “Bu… Bucky…”

“Trembling around my cock. Greedy girl,” he moaned, his hips snapping faster as he brought his mouth back to your ear. “My turn.”

He let out a deep groan as he stilled, filling you. His release hit him so hard his head spun, muttering his love for and possession of you as his eyes fluttered. You let out a broken moan as you clenched around him again and he had to keep from collapsing against you, both of you fighting for air.

“Love you,” he mumbled, wanting you to hear it now that you were awake.

He only pulled out so he could move you to your back and desperately kiss your lips the way he needed to, pushing himself back inside your leaking hole with a hum. Your eyes were half-lidded when he broke the kiss. Your gaze made him want to ruin you all over again.

“Love you, too,” you croaked, your back bowing when he groped your breast through the shirt. “Welcome home.”

Bucky’s heart pounded as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was a dance of tongue and teeth, dizzying and passionate. Some days you were the fire and others you were the fuel. You accepted the entirety of him and he welcomed everything you selflessly gave him in return.

“Good to be home, baby,” he smirked, brushing his thumb along your covered nipple. “Now stay awake. I need to fill you up at least two more times before the sun comes up.”

Even after that, he wasn't close to being done with you. But he was whole because he was home with you. And that would always be enough.

We deserve this, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[rafecameronssl4t]

Please and au where forced marriage rafe gets jealous over the reader when a guy his age flirts with her at a ball or an event 🙏🙏

Little miss perfect || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: Got a bit carried away with this one but it was funnn thank you for the request :)

Warnings: angst galore is all i gotta say

Word count: 2,470

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

Divider by @h-aewo

Your hand reached out instinctively, resting gently on his bouncing knee, hoping to calm the restless energy radiating off him. Rafe’s eyes flicked over to you briefly before he turned his gaze back out the car window, the tension in the air palpable. “I really wish you’d have told me about this party sooner,” he muttered, the frustration clear in his voice.

His words came out sharper than you expected, cutting through the silence that had settled between you. “Instead of springing it on me an hour before it starts.” A scoff escaped your lips as you began to defend yourself. “It slipped my mind—” “Oh, really? It slipped your mind?” Rafe’s voice dripped with sarcasm, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a condescending look. You felt a wave of irritation rise, matching his intensity.

Your gaze shifted to the driver, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror, and with a sigh, you reached for the button to raise the privacy barrier. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” you said, your voice tinged with frustration as the barrier slid into place, separating you from the driver. “It’s just a party.”

His head snaps back towards you, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s never just a party with you,” he mutters, his words dripping with resentment. You furrow your brows, confusion and anger flaring as you stare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you snap, your voice sharpening with the tension between you.

Rafe purses his lips, eyes narrowing as if debating how far he wants to push this. The silence that follows is suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears. “It means,” he finally says, his voice low and edged with frustration, “that nothing is ever simple when it comes to you and your family. Every event, every party, 'it’s always a show—a performance to keep up appearances, to impress everyone with how perfect everything is.”

You stiffen at his words, your grip tightening on your lap as the sting of his accusations digs deep. “That’s not fair, Rafe,” you say, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “You know how my family is. This is what they expect.” He leans closer, his gaze locking onto yours with a piercing intensity.

“And you just go along with it, dragging me into their mess. I’m always the one left dealing with the fallout when things don’t go according to plan—when your mother’s not satisfied or when your father makes some backhanded comment about how I should be more like William or Edward.”

“That’s not true,” you insist, your voice firmer now. “I don’t ask for these things. I don’t want to be put on display any more than you do.” “Then why the fuck does it keep happening?” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to argue.

“You think I don’t notice how you still try to please them? How you let them pull the strings, even when it makes us both miserable?” A flicker of doubt crosses your mind, but you push it aside, shaking your head. “They’re my family, Rafe. It’s not that simple. You know that.”

“Maybe,” he concedes, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms as that bitter smile fades into something colder. “But I’m tired of playing this game. Tired of being a pawn in their world, in your world.” His words hang in the air, heavy and final, leaving you to grapple with the uncomfortable truth between you.

~

The car pulls up to the grand estate where the party is being held. The opulence of the surroundings doesn’t faze you—after all, you grew up in places just like this—but tonight, it feels more like a prison than ever before. The driver steps out, opening the door for you.

You glance at Rafe, his expression now guarded, the bitterness from your argument still simmering beneath the surface. Without a word, you both step out of the car, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as you take in the sight before you. The estate is alive with activity, guests arriving in elegant attire, laughter and conversation already filling the night.

It’s all so familiar, so routine, yet tonight it feels like a burden you’re forced to carry. Rafe adjusts his tie, his movements stiff, before offering you his arm. It’s a formality—something expected of the perfect couple you’re supposed to be. You hesitate for a fraction of a second before slipping your arm through his, the fabric of his suit jacket smooth under your fingertips.

Inside, the grand foyer opens up to reveal a sea of faces, all turned towards you with polite smiles and approving nods. You recognize many of them—family friends, business associates, people who have known you since you were a child. You’ve mastered the art of small talk, of charming smiles and witty remarks, but tonight it all feels hollow.

~

As the evening wore on, you and Rafe went your separate ways. It was as if an unspoken truce had been called; a mutual understanding that distance was preferable, at least for now. Rafe, much to his dismay, was intercepted by your two older brothers, William and Edward.

They were the picture of effortless charm, their laughter and easy smiles masking the razor-sharp edges of their true selves. They clapped Rafe on the back, offering him a drink, and he had little choice but to oblige, though he felt the weight of their scrutiny with every sip of whisky he took.

The conversation flowed easily—discussions of business, shared acquaintances, and subtle digs that only someone in the family would catch. The three of them stood as a formidable trio, their presence commanding attention from those around them, yet Rafe felt a gnawing discomfort.

Across the room, Rafe watched you, your every step calculated yet graceful. The elite socialite you had been raised to be was on full display, your smile radiant as you captured the attention of everyone you passed. Men and women alike found themselves drawn to you, eager to exchange pleasantries, to laugh at your witty remarks, to bask in the glow of your charm.

You were the embodiment of everything your parents had groomed you to be. Rafe, drink in hand, watched you from a distance, his gaze narrowing as he observed the way you held the room’s attention with such effortless ease. It was both mesmerising and maddening.

Your brothers’ voices became a dull hum in the background as Rafe's focus shifted entirely to you. You were laughing now, a light, melodic sound that reached his ears even across the crowded room. The source of your amusement was a man standing far too close, leaning in to whisper something in your ear.

Rafe felt a sharp pang of irritation as he watched you tilt your head slightly, allowing the man into your personal space, your smile bright and unguarded. The proximity between the two of you sent a surge of jealousy through him, a bitter taste mixing with the whisky on his tongue. “Rafe?” William’s voice cut through his thoughts, drawing his attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Hm?” Rafe blinked, momentarily disoriented. “I was saying,” William continued, an amused glint in his eyes, “that you seem a bit distracted. Something on your mind?” Rafe forced a tight smile, taking another sip of his drink to buy himself a moment. “Just taking it all in,” he replied, his tone light, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Edward raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with William.

“Don’t let it get to you, Cameron,” he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. “This is just the way things are in our world. You’ll get used to it. Especially since you’re married to my sister and part of the family.” Rafe’s grip tightened around his glass, his eyes flicking back to you. The man had said something else, and you were laughing again.

He could feel the heat rising in his chest, a mix of anger and something darker, something that had been festering since the day he’d agreed to marry into your family. “Excuse me,” Rafe muttered abruptly, handing his empty glass to a passing server. Without waiting for a response from your brothers, he began making his way across the room, his eyes locked on you and the man who had somehow earned your attention.

As he approached, he noticed how your posture changed—how you straightened slightly as if sensing his presence before you even saw him. The man, oblivious, continued to speak, but your laughter had stopped, your smile faltering as you glanced over your shoulder to find Rafe closing in.

“Rafe,” you greeted him, your voice pleasant but with a hint of apprehension. “I was just—” “Enjoying yourself?” he finished for you, his tone betraying the irritation he felt. His eyes flicked to the man beside you, who now seemed to realise that he was dangerously close to crossing a line.

You could feel the tension radiating off Rafe, and for a moment, the mask you wore so effortlessly began to slip. “We were just talking,” you said, your voice softer, trying to defuse the situation. Rafe didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he simply held the man’s gaze, the unspoken message clear. His lips were pressed into a thin, unamused line.

After a beat too long, the man cleared his throat awkwardly, offering a quick smile before excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd. The moment he was gone, Rafe turned his attention fully to you, his eyes searching yours for something you weren’t sure you could give him. “You really know how to work a room,” he said, his voice low, almost accusatory.

You frowned, the frustration you had been trying to suppress bubbling back to the surface. “That’s what you’re upset about?” you asked, your voice edged with irritation. “That I’m doing exactly what’s expected of me?” Rafe’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer, his voice low and tight. “Expected by who?” His question was pointed, his proximity forcing your chests to brush against each other, the closeness amplifying the tension.

You turned your gaze away, struggling to maintain your composure. “Your parents?” Rafe continued, his voice carrying an undercurrent of bitterness. “Or you?” The question hung in the air, laden with implications neither of you were fully prepared to confront. Before you could say anything more, a voice called out your name, pulling your attention away. Another guest, eager to engage you in conversation.

Rafe took a step back, giving you space to go back to your role, but his gaze lingered on you, the unspoken words between you leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “Go on,” he murmured, his tone resigned. “Do what you have to do.”

With one last glance at him, you turned and walked away, slipping back into the crowd, into the persona that was expected of you. And Rafe watched, the weight of your earlier argument pressing down on him as he wondered how much longer you could both keep up this charade.

~

As you engaged in conversation with one of the Carmichaels, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you found Edward's face set in a serious expression. “I think you should go to the foyer,” he said in a low voice, his tone laced with urgency. Confused but concerned, you excused yourself from the conversation, and Edward guided you through the crowd, his presence a silent support.

When you arrived in the grand foyer, your eyes widened in shock. Your mother stood by the railing, her stance rigid and her face a mask of fury. As she turned to face you, the anger in her eyes was unmistakable. The sight made your stomach drop. “What’s going on?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you approached her.

Without waiting for a reply, you followed her gaze over the railing. Below, Rafe was swaying slightly, a glass of whisky in hand, his eyes unfocused. “Ah! There she is, little miss perfect!” Rafe slurred, his voice carrying up to where you stood. He took another swig of whisky, his bleary eyes locked onto you. The mixture of embarrassment and anger made your cheeks flush red, and you felt a sting behind your eyes as a few onlookers turned to see what was happening.

Your mother’s disdainful scoff cut through the mounting tension. “Is he a grown man or a teenage boy? Keep your husband in line. This is an embarrassment!” she spat before turning on her heel and walking away, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. You felt a surge of anger and humiliation as you looked back down at Rafe in his disheveled state.

You made your way down the grand staircase, your heels clicking aggressively on the marble floor as you blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and distress. “Are you out of your mind, Rafe? Are you seriously trying to embarrass me—” You reached out to grip his forearm, but he roughly shoved your hand away.

“Oh, I’m embarrassing you?” Rafe retorted, his tone dripping with sarcastic bitterness. “Yes!” you fired back, your voice rising as the intensity of the moment escalated. The two of you stared at each other, the space between you charged with mutual frustration. Your chests heaved with heavy breaths, the argument pushing the boundaries of your composure.

“We’re leaving,” you declared firmly, brushing past him as the doors swung open. The brisk, cold air hit your bare shoulders, making you shiver as you hugged yourself against the chill. As you stood by the curb, waiting for your car to arrive, you felt a heavy weight draped over your shoulders.

Turning, you saw Rafe standing there, his jacket missing and his hands tucked into his slacks. You rolled your eyes in exasperation, brushing the jacket off your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. When the valet finally arrived with the car, you quickly climbed in, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it with a decisive click.

Rafe’s hand grasped the handle as he tried to open the door, his expression a mixture of surprise and frustration. The driver, sensing the tension, hesitated. “Miss?” he asked with a note of uncertainty, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “Drive,” you said coldly, not even bothering to look at Rafe. “He can find his own way home.”

You leaned back in the seat, trying to steady your breathing as the car pulled away, leaving Rafe standing alone on the cold, gravel driveway.

[leah-lover]

Second chances.

Alexia putellas x coach!reader.

Part 1. Part 2

Summary : what happened that night.

4 years ago 

“ stop staring at me and focus on the meeting.” you subtly text your girlfriend from across the room. You were sitting behind the computer so that you can control the slides and she was sitting with the rest of the team. You shoot each other a quick smile and redirect your focus towards the presentation. Once the meeting is over you grab your laptop and head towards the entrance. You were then stopped by Jorge vilda. “ As a part of my coaching staff I expect you to be present at my meetings not just with your body but also with your mind.” you look at him confused. “ giggling and smiling at your phone while I was talking is not acceptable.” 

“ sir it was just one text.” you try to justify yourself. “ Well tell your boyfriend that while you are in camp this team is your number 1 priority.” you didn't have a chance to say anythiçng because he left as soon as he finished talking. You brush off his comments and text your girlfriend about her whereabouts. You then head to her room as she instructed you. When you enter you put your laptop on the table and find your usual place next to her body. You nuzzle on her chest and just lay there as she strokes your hair. 

“ tough day?” she asked alexia. 

“ something like that.” you respond. You then turn around so that you can face her. 

“ Your free kicks were amazing today at practice. You might even be the number 1 in the upcoming games. your reaction time is also over the charts. It's near perfect.” 

“ This is becoming my favorite thing in camp.” 

“ what me telling you about how good you are?” 

“ no, you sharing the bed with me.” 

“ You know I can't stay for long. If he finds out about us we both are out of jobs.” 

“ how would he know? Please just tonight and I won't ask you again. I really need you.” Once alexia asked something of you you couldn't say no. Besides, you really missed her. “ okay but just for tonight.” you then kiss her and cuddle with her for the rest of the night. *

Since you didn't come back to your room your phone died. So as soon as you sneaked out of alexia’s room, headed to yours and plugged it in. Once you got out of the shower you unlocked it to find 10 missed calls, and 6 messages from none other than vilda. You panic as you open the messages. 

Why are you not answering? Why are you not in your room? Where are you? I can't keep looking for you all night? Fine if you don't answer i will go look for answers myself? 

Your heartbeat was faster than it had ever been.  You take a deep breath change out of your robe and pick up your phone to call him. 

“ conference room now.” he says as soon as he picks up leaving you no room for debate. 

Once you go to the conference room in which you were alone with him. He pointed to a chair so you sit there he doesn't though he kept standing. You found yourself speechless. 

“ I employ you with my team because I trust you. I think you have good judgment. But you failed me.” you feel a lump form in your through. “ You failed  me not only with your choice of lifestyle but also who you choose to corrupt and involve with you in this messed up situation. .” you close your eyes so that you won't cry while he still stands in front of you. “ I gave you a job, a   good one. I thought you were my right hand and that you would replace me when i decide to leave. But forming an indecent relationship  with one of my players is off limits.” you feel a knife jam in your heart and a tear leaves your eye. “ Your relationship is wrong and shouldnt have happened. You are lucky I like you so I am gonna give you a chance to change. Break up with her and apologize to me and you can keep your job and she won't be called up anymore. 

His last sentences changed your stance from scared to angry. 

“ Who the hell do you think you are?” you snap. 

“ I am the one who gave you two jobs and I am the one who can take it away from you. Plus I am trying to correct your choice of lifestyle because it is wrong.” 

“ choice of lifestyle. You have to be fucking kidding me. I love alexia putellas, i love a woman. Does it bother you that I love her?  Well go fuck yourself because nothing will tear us apart. And if you take this job away from me I will sue you even if it's the last thing I will do in life.” you were angry and furious. 

“ Nobody wants you here. The players feel uncomfortable because of your new relationship as confessed by the captain last night. So sue me if you want you won't win. Now hand over your badge, get your stuff and leave. You are fired." His blast words left you lifeless. “ as confessed by the captain last night” last night you were sleeping with alexia so it had to irene. You move on autopilot and almost break her door as you knock so hard. Once she stood in front of you you didn't find it in you to scream or fight. 

“ why?” you ask, sounding defeated. 

“ He asked me where you were and he threatened to kick me out of the team.” she said calmly. 

“ So you rat me and your friend out. You couldn't have told him I went for a run. We are friend irene. I didn't think you would betray me like that. I trusted you with the thing I love most in life and you took it away from me so that you could protect yourself. You could have lied.” you say crying. 

“ It was all bound to be exposed with time.” 

“ Is that what you are going to tell yourself so that you can sleep at night? You didn't have to tell him that my relationship made you uncomfortable. You didn't have to tell him anything.   You ruined my life irene. I lost my job because of you. I will never forgive you for that. never. “ you turned your back and left. You went to Alexia's room after. Once she saw your red eyes she took you in for a hug. In her warmth you cried. You cried because of Irene's betrayal. You cried because you lost your job. You cried because you lost everything. 

“ I love you. I love so much amor.” the way alexia said it felt weird to you so you got out of her hold and looked at her. She wiped the tears from your cheeks and took your lips for a searing kiss. She kissed you with so much passion and hunger it left your lips red. 

“ Alexia, what's wrong?” you ask concerned. 

“ He talked to me and asked me to choose between you and the team and I chose the team.” she said with tears in her eyes. 

“ why is it that everybody say things so calmly like its nothing? Is my love for you worth  nothing?” 

“ My whole family, my father’s legacy, everyone depends on me to make them proud. I need to stay in the team for them.” 

“ And what about me? Is everything we dreamt about gone in the wind?”

“ This is more painful than I could have ever imagined. I never thought we would have to leave each other. But my family comes first.” 

Her words cut through your heart and left nothing behind. You kiss her again for the last time; go to your room, collect your things and leave the hotel without talking to anyone. You felt your heart turn to stone as you saw the hotel in your rearview mirror. That day you lost your job, your life, your dream, your purpose, your love and also your heart. That day destroyed you without mercy. 

[livelaughlovesubs]

okay my dude, have you seen the recent hsr leaks about mr. reca??2?2?2?2?1!#+@( I am so down bad for that man you wouldn't understand........ anyways, I'd like to ask for prompt 28 (fitting them with a collar) with him :3333

- anon

I saw!!! But I don’t have a single clue what his personality is like! I’d guess a fun but sly character? Welp, let’s see how this goes (I have no ideas help)

Dom!Actor!reader x sub!Reca - reader is GN

Warning: collaring, teasing, fwb…?

Anniversary event

“Oh come y/n, for old time’s sake, do it for me, alright?” You clicked your tongue, not even looking at the individual who was talking to you, back facing to them with your arms crossed, “I won’t do it, I told you already.” A moment of silence, before they sighed and closed the distance between you two, “why won’t you take that role?”

“Mr. Reca, will you please respect my choices?” Suddenly you turned around and raised your voice, seeing him lean against the couch in the middle of the room, wearing a fading smile. “I need you for that role, there’s no one else who can take it.” He repeated once again, then continued with, “and I won’t leave until I’ve convinced you, or, if you gave me a reason for your decision.” You slammed one hand onto the makeup table in front of you, putting the other against your forehead. “If I gave you a reason, you’ll have hope, and keep trying.”

The male kept quite, he couldn’t argue with that one, “if it because of the writing? Or the personality of the character?” You shook your head, “no, none of that. Don’t bother me any further, Reca, don’t let our friendship go to waste because of some measly dispute.” He scoffed, grinning widely, throwing his head back in a defeated stance, “I’ve already got sponsors and began the preparations, I can’t go back now. Y/n, help me out, I don’t want to end up as minced meat.”

You chuckled, answering his plead with a sarcastic smile, “it’s your own fault. Don’t worry, I can introduce you to some actors.” Reca looked down to his feet, taking a deep breath, exhaling, before staring you in the eyes, “no, I still want you, and I won’t have it any other way.” After debating for so long, you thought he’d finally crave in, though it seems you underestimated his resolve. “Reca, i-” “yea yea, you don’t want to, got it. So, what can I do to convince you?”

Your eyes widened at that, it took you a while to compose yourself, “wow, your resolve is admirable, but I don’t think I’ll fold.” The brunette stepped away from the couch, getting closer to you, mumbling, “don’t be shy now~ you can request whatever you want. A deal, of some kind, what do you think?” It’d be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued, just how far could you push his buttons, you wondered. “Whatever?” You repeated his words in a questioning tone.

“Whatever.”

“Do your movies mean more to you than your life?” You joked, shaking your head in disbelieve. “Let’s see what I can make you do.” His eyes lit up, his usual cheerfulness returned, “so you agree? Haha! You have my gratitude, y/n! Aeons, lemme kiss you.” Out of nowhere he hugged you and kissed you on the cheeks, both sides, before taking a few steps back. You on the other hand froze, blinking a few times, remembering his eccentric tendencies, then gagging out a, “don’t thank me- it’s a mutual deal.”

“Right, that reminds me, got any idea what you want?” Reca smirked again, he was in a usually good mood now. “I’ll just have you as my pet.” You eventually said, then you specified your statement, “ah, and I’ll only cooperate as long as you are my pet.” When you looked over at him again, his mouth hung agape, red eyes shrunk a little while he stood there like a statue. “…you are joking.” He asked carefully. “I’m not.”

An awkward silence broke out once more, luckily he broke the ice after a few seconds, though it was done with a condescending comment, “Right, you were an eccentric like that.” A breathy laugh escape you, “hah, says who?” You two kept eye contact for a while, then he gave up and hide his face in his hand, groaning, “urghhhhhhh.” A faint blush covered his ears, and probably his cheeks as well.

“So?” You questioned, wondering if that was too much for him. “What? Of course i agree.” Reca frowned, an embarrassed scorn on his face, why were you so nonchalant about all of this? After getting his consent, you couldn’t help but sigh, “You really are a slave to your production.” He grinned again, winking at you, “Aren’t we all slaves to our desires?”

You thought about it, opening the drawer of the furniture behind you, taking something out before taking a few steps closer to the rather tall male in front of you. “Yea, you are right, it’s a part of being human I guess.” Then you wrapped the leather around his neck, pulling gently, tightening it. When you were done, you raised his chin, teasing him with a hint of irony, “don’t take it off, it’s a gift from me, your master.” His breathing hitched, but he didn’t back down, feeling the weight of the situation finally catching up to him.

“I’m sure the movie will turn out great, all thanks to you.” He then stated, rubbing the collar around his neck, feeling a weird sense of comfort inside him. You nodded, “of course it will, I don’t tolerate failures.” Reca laughed softly, then whispered meekly, “right. For that, I’ll be a good pet in return, master.”

[rannie-moon]

a compilation video of heran and jungwon moments from en oclock ???

🩰 now playing : en-o'clock being the ultimate hewon instigator!

synopsis : a 13 minute compilation of some of heran and jungwon's most questionable en-o'clock moments. a push and pull fueled by heran's competitive nature, and jungwon's inability to stand on business when it comes to her.

masterlist | wattpad

[ added captions are in brackets ]

indented italics are additional voice overs

hey, everyone! welcome back to my channel—aka—the hub for hewon enthusiasts! if you're here, you already know what you're in for... but for the uninitiated, strap in because once you go down this rabbit hole... there's no escape—

totally kidding, of course! ha ha ha... a quick debrief for the newcomers—heran and jungwon are a walking disaster (but in a cute way). and if there's one thing that fuels their chaos, then it's en-o'clock. every single nerve in heran's body is powered by one thing: the burning, uncontrollable desire to win. she's fucking insane super competitive! and won? the exact opposite. he fully believes in just having a good time and trying your best. and because of this clash, it causes some hilarious tension. she throws a few more snarky comments his way, gets a little hot headed, and screams more than usual. but he loves it... WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE YANG JUNGWON!!

[ quick cut to heran playfully scolding jungwon, while he just smiles and rolls his eyes ]

so buckle up, kiddos-grab your snacks, take a deep breath, and prepare for some of my favourite moments of them together. the good, the bad, the yelling... you know the drill. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THEY ARE NOT DATING!! (or that's what they say..... hmmmmmm)

[ yang "heran can say whatever she wants to me" jungwon pt 3243242 ]

the cameras were dually focused on the eight members neatly sat at their own desk on the classroom set. dressed in school uniform and carrying the same weight of dread and tension as if they were in an actual classroom—the only difference being that they found this more entertaining.

and by "this"—they meant listening to heran ramble on about a topic she was overally passionate about.

it started off the same as it usually did—with someone disagreeing with her to an unhealthy extent. and unfortunately, that day, jungwon was the victim.

heran was leaning back in her chair, then pen in her hand spinning through her fingers with a practiced ease that suggested that her guard was down. she was only half-listening, relaxed, not particularly concerned about the debate that was happening around her.

[ she is toooo foineeee ugh ]

that was until she heard him speak. the words fell from jungwon's tongue, casual, careless. "fate has nothing to do with coincidences though—it's purely spiritual. meaning that most relationships are driven by coincidences."

for the first time the entire segment, she actually sat up, shifting in her seat, the slight confusion in her eyes morphing into something closer to disbelief. she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face as the cogs in her mind turned to formulate her own opinion.

heeseung was arguing his opinion, most members agreed with jungwon which wasn't a surprise. "jungwon's right. I don't think there's ever someone truly meant for you—it's what you make of it," heeseung said and a few more chimes tuned in.

heran's brow furrowed. "wait, wait," she waved her hand in the air, finally drawing the attention of her members. "do you guys know what fate entails?"

the question earned a few responded nods. "It's when the universe has something planned out for you, which logically doesn't make any sense," jake retorted, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

heran's mouth fell agape. "so you'd rather believe in coincidences?"

jungwon eased into his seat, his lips slightly pursed. "I'd rather believe in coincidences than the assumption that the universe had a plan set out for me before I was even born."

"so you think that we're all here because of a few perfectly alighted coincidences?" she asked again. "that despite us having met each other in one way or another before i-land, are here just because?"

jungwon shrugged, completely unfazed. “I mean… yeah.”

heran sat back in her chair, blinking at him as if he had just spoken an entirely different language.

[ why is she staring at him like that?? I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE ]

the other members watched the exchange with mild amusement, some of them nodding along to jungwon’s words, while others—like ni-ki and sunoo—were too entertained by her reaction to pick a side.

[ sunki knew that this mf was about to get COOKED ]

[ it's always them smh ]

“I don’t get why you’re so shocked,” sunghoon added, resting his chin on his hand. “It’s not that deep.”

heran let out an exasperated laugh, running a hand through her hair again as she tried to make sense of it all. “not that deep?” she repeated. “so none of you think that maybe—just maybe—some things are meant to happen?”

“things happen because of choices, not because the universe willed it,” jungwon argued, his voice calm as ever. “If fate existed, wouldn’t that mean everything in our lives is predetermined? that we don’t actually have control?”

heran frowned, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before sitting up properly, her expression serious now.

“that’s not what fate means,” she countered. “fate isn’t some rigid plan—it’s a force. It’s what brings people together, what nudges you toward things you didn’t even know you needed. It’s not about control, it’s about connection.”

jungwon tilted his head slightly, watching her intently.

she was fully engaged now, her usual playfulness momentarily replaced by something deeper—something convicted. her fingers tapped lightly against the desk as she spoke, her eyes flickering with thought.

“I just think… there are too many things in life that feel too perfect to just be coincidences,” she continued. “like—okay, take us, for example. we all auditioned at different times, from different places, and somehow we've all had interactions before properly meeting, we all ended up in i-land. and then, against all odds, we all debuted together?”

“that’s just luck,” heeseung cut in, ever the realist.

heran shook her head. “It could be luck. or it could be fate. maybe we were all meant to be here, to meet, to be in each other’s lives.”

[ fate did me bad by not letting me be her girlfriend... ]

It was a proper 1 v 7—and she wasn't anywhere near to throwing in her towel.

"you're really passionate about this," jay hummed, the smile on his lips not faltering.

heran scoffed. "because I'm right."

[ yes ma'am 🙇🏼‍♀️]

[ let's keep in mind that these idiots are trying to argue with a girl who has lawyers for parents AND was the debate club president throughout high school ]

[ It's like they want to die smh ]

it was then that she noticed the way jungwon had been staring at her—not in the way he usually did when they were teasing each other, but softer, almost fond. like he wasn’t really paying attention to the debate anymore, just her.

a warmth crept up her neck, but she used it to her advantage.

she turned to face him properly, tilting he head to the side. "so what about us?"

[ US??? TF YOU MEAN US?? ]

[ BRO'S TALKING ABOUT THEM!! MY SOULMATES UGHHHHH ]

the reaction was immediate.

jungwon blinked, caught completely off guard. “that’s not fair—wait."

the atmosphere in the room shifted as jungwon pushed his chair back, the scraping sound of the legs against the floor startling everyone. the members laughed, waiting for his next move, and jungwon himself seemed to be weighing his options, clearly thinking that standing might give him a better shot at making his case.

“look, we're different though,” he said with a smile, his voice steady but filled with a strange certainty, as if this one statement would somehow put an end to their debate.

the silence in the room lasted all of two seconds before the reactions came pouring in, like a dam had burst. jay raised an eyebrow, sunghoon’s mouth dropped open in mock disbelief, and jake looked personally offended as if jungwon had just insulted their entire existence.

heran, however, was still leaning back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on him. she watched him as if trying to figure out where he was going with this. there was a slight shift in her expression—an amused smirk forming on her lips, but she didn’t speak right away.

[ she knew exactly what she was doing here don't even play rn RAHHHHHHH ]

the others were quick to call him out.

“what do you mean different?!” jake practically exploded, his voice half-laughing, half-serious.

sunoo was already shaking his head, grinning ear-to-ear. “oh, I'm starting to love this more than I thought I would."

but heran? she just sat there, watching him with an amused glint in her eye, before shaking her head. "so you’re saying we’re the universe’s exception?"

[ let's do a tally on the amount of "coincidences" these two have been in, according to the boys' logic ]

[ won and heran met when they were 14 for the first time at a taekwondo tournament ]

[ they ended up tying. which was heran's first time since the age of 5 that she hasn't outright won a match ]

[ I just know she was crashing out so bad on the way home ]

[ for an entire year and a half they had their trophy's, both their names engraved on each ]

[ THEY WERE WALKING PAST THAT TROPHY EVERYDAY FOR A YEAR NOT KNOWING HOW DEEP IT WAS ]

[ they were both bighit trainees before jungwon moved to belift ]

[ then they met at i-land, and ended up in the same group for every unit performance ]

[ THEN THEY JUST HAPPENED TO TIE IN VOTES AT THE END OF THE SHOW?!?! ]

[ yeah, they are more than an exception ]

jungwon hesitated.

that was not what he was trying to say, but the way she phrased it made it sound ridiculous. he ran a hand through his hair, a flustered laugh slipping past his lips. "no, that’s not—okay, wait."

before anyone could say anything else, he moved.

straight toward her.

[ SIR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING???? ]

heran raised an eyebrow as he crossed the room, coming to a stop right in front of her desk. the others went feral.

"NO WAY, IS HE TRYING TO RECOVER?"

"JUNGWON, TURN BACK, YOU ALREADY LOST."

but he ignored them, placing both hands on the edge of her desk and leaning down slightly so they were eye-level. “just hear me out for a second.”

[ I'm sat 🪑]

but then there was the other part of him—the one that had just spent the last few minutes on a losing streak against her—telling him he was in too deep. he had already lost this round, and there was no way he was going to win. Not with that look she was giving him.

so, he tried to speak, but his words faltered. his throat seemed dry. he paused mid-sentence, unsure whether to continue or just let this moment go.

she was waiting for him to speak, to defend his point, but the way she was looking at him made it impossible to concentrate. his breath caught in his throat, and he felt a strange warmth rise up his neck.

this wasn’t how it usually went. mormally, when they bickered, he’d shoot back with a quick retort, but now? now, he could barely remember what they were debating about in the first place.

she tilted her head slightly, as if inviting him to continue. “okay, I’m listening,” she said, her voice soft, almost coaxing.

It was like a switch had flipped in his head. his mind raced, but all his thoughts were tangled in one thing—her. the way she was sitting there, calm and collected, waiting for him to figure it out, was… unsettling. he felt his pulse quicken, his stomach flipping as he watched her, his thoughts scattered in all the wrong ways.

[ can we please get these two a room...? ]

jungwon, unable to hold it together, stared at her for a beat longer before his mouth opened, and his next words were a breathless surrender.

“I’m sorry.” he deadpanned, the embarrassment hitting him immediately. “you were right, I was wrong.”

the words came out almost too easily, but as soon as he said them, the weight in his chest lifted just a little. heran looked up at him, surprised by his sudden admission. the room was still—no one had expected this.

for a split second, it felt like everyone was holding their breath, but then—

“OH MY GOD!” sunghoon exploded from his seat, hands on his cheeks. “did you just—"

heeseung had his hands in his hair, utter shock on his face. "YOU IDIOT!"

"well," jay sighed, throwing his head back in defeat. "that's one way to lose a debate."

[ when a man knows when to stfu>>> ]

“YOU’RE A GONER,” jake declared, pointing at jungwon with the intensity of a courtroom prosecutor.

jungwon barely had time to process his loss before sunoo dramatically flopped onto his desk, clutching his chest like he had just witnessed a tragic love story unfold in real time. “I can’t believe it. we lost because of this idiot.”

meanwhile, ni-ki was cackling, absolutely losing it. “hyung, you folded faster than my laundry—AND I DON’T EVEN DO MY LAUNDRY.”

heran, still seated, finally let out a laugh, shaking her head. “I was just messing with you, won.”

jungwon inhaled sharply—he knew that. he should’ve known that. But the way she was looking at him, the way she had maneuvered this entire debate like she was playing chess while he was stuck in a game of tic-tac-toe—it had felt real.

so, with a dramatic sigh, he lowered himself in front of her desk, bending his knees and resting his head on the surface in total defeat. “I knew that,” he muttered into the wood, but the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.

heran grinned, amused, before lifting a hand and gently patting his head. “sure you did.”

the moment was short-lived because—

“GET UP, YOU COWARD,” heeseung shouted, throwing a crumpled paper ball at him. “HAVE SOME DIGNITY.”

jungwon didn’t move.

“leave him,” jay said, shaking his head solemnly. “this is his life now.”

[ bro turned into a housecat for her I'M SICK ]

[ heran's inevitable crashout ]

In this en-o'clock episode, the members were handed a silly yet surprisingly difficult challenge: they had to thread a needle while their hands were handcuffed together. the task was as ridiculous as it was frustrating, but the real entertainment came from watching the chaos unfold as each pair struggled to get the needle through the thread.

heran and jungwon were once again paired up, and the moment the handcuffs clicked around their wrists, the other members immediately started to snicker.

[ the en-o'clock directors know what we want for realllll 😩😩😩 ]

[ every day I thank them for the heran and jungwon content that they feed us ]

“are you kidding me? this is how we’re spending our time today?”

jungwon, always calm, gave a small smile, trying to hide his amusement. “It’s not that hard.”

heran shot him a look, already feeling the impending chaos. “yeah? watch me as I try to not stab you with this needle,” she said, waving it around dramatically.

she immediately started fidgeting with the needle, her hand shaking as she tried to get it through the tiny hole. but every time she tried, her movements were limited by their handcuffs, pulling jungwon into an awkward dance.

“hold still, please,” she grumbled, her frustration growing.

“I’m trying,” he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and patience. he kept his movements slow and gentle, trying to avoid bumping into her too much.

[ y’all, I’m dying ]

[ he’s so calm while she’s freaking out ]

her eyes were locked on the needle as she tried again and again to get the thread through the eye. “this is so stupid! we're gonna be here all day!” she exclaimed, exasperated.

jungwon couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips, though he quickly tried to calm her down. “It’s okay, rannie. just focus. you're getting too excited."

“FOCUS? I can’t even move properly with these handcuffs!” she threw her hands up, nearly hitting jungwon in the face in the process.

[ the way he dodged her hand I'm screamingggg ]

[ this girl is a safety hazard bro ]

“okay, okay,” he said, trying to make sense of their position. “let’s take a breath. we need to breathe before you stab us both.” he carefully moved her hand back, avoiding the sharp edge of the needle.

heran exhaled loudly, her dramatic energy mixing with his calm demeanour. “okay, but this is a nightmare,” she whined, but she tried to calm herself.

jungwon gently took her hand and guided her fingers back to the needle, moving them both carefully. his calm voice was steady. “don't rush it. we still have a minute left.”

despite her obvious frustration, heran felt the weight of his words. she took a breath, refocusing, and with hisgentle guidance, the needle finally slid through the thread.

the room fell silent for a second as the task was completed, and then—

“there you go,” jungwon said softly, smiling warmly. “good job.”

[ me next! me next! ]

[ her reaction 😏 ]

heran blinked at him, almost in disbelief, as the tension finally released. her face lit up with a smile, pride swelling within her despite the chaotic journey to get there. “oh my god, we actually did it. finally!”

[ look at how gentle he is with her 😩😭 ]

[ our first proper hewon moment since i-land ]

[ may i present to you, the en-o'clock episode that stared it all ]

[ we have jealous jungwon, heran being hot as fAWk, and them being all cutesie ]

the weather was slightly overcast that early afternoon, that had already been filled with laughter and momentary betrayal. the members had just finished setting up their tent on set, and were playing around with some of the games.

heran was particuarly engrossed in the football at her feet, tapping it in the air as she explained the gist of her position to the camera.

[ OH SHE IS TOO HOT WTF THIS IS UNREAL ]

[ WHY IS SHE KICKING THE BALL WITH SO MUCH EASE I'M GONNA FAINT ]

after that bit, one of the staff members announced that as a reward they got a watermelon which they had to fetch themselves down the stream. naturally, they rushed over only to be met with the difficult task of getting it out of the water while staying dry.

heran was minding her own business, standing a little too close to the edge for comfort—and there he was—park sunghoon—getting ready to commit murder on camera for whatever reason.

[ when I tell you that he had it out for her the entire episode ]

[ look at him smirking... psychopath! ]

"what if someone just—"

that was the last thing heran heard before she felt his hands on her back, applying a little more pressure than needed before her ear-piercing scream rung through the air.

[ the editors did her so dirty with this part bruh ]

[ the slowmotion fall has me WHEEZING ]

heran's first instinct was to grab onto the thing closest to her or stability, and that just to happened to be jay. she yelped, jumping onto him with an urgency of someone trying to run away from a tsunami. her arms flung around his neck in panic, her legs around his waist in the most koala-looking way imaginable.

[ HAND PLACEMENT! HAND PLACEMENT! ]

[ I need jay to hold me like that yesterday actually ]

the members were in tears, clutching their stomachs at he reaction—except for jungwon.

[ yeah... uhm... I'm scared ]

his gaze was hard, confused even as he watched the scene unfold. heran in jay's arms. that sure didn't seem right.

[ jungwon rn : that should be me, holding your hand! that should be me, making you laugh! ]

[ F in the chat for leader yang guys ]

the episode continued to unfold with similar moments, a little more tension than usual but of course it melted away as quickly as it happened. they got their watermelon and were lounging around on the grass—but something caught heran's eye.

jungwon was sitting on the grass, staring at his watermelon slice as it if had a personal vendetta against him. he was battling with the seeds, already not in a good mood.

[ aw wonie looks so sadddd ]

[ my SHAYLAAAA ]

then from the other end of the camera's view heran caught a glimpse of the issue and immediately got up. "you look like you're dissecting that thing," she said, her tone light a she crouched down beside him.

he glanced up, surprised by the sudden proximity. "It's got way too many seeds," he mumbled, holding it up as evidence.

heran didn't even hesitate and held out he own slice for him to take. "here, take mine. there's barely any seeds in it."

[ SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ]

jungwon blinked, startled by the gesture. "what about you?"

she shrugged, plopping down beside him on the blanket. "I'll just steal another one when jay isn't looking."

[ absolute menace ]

"thanks," he said quietly, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.

"no problem, won."

[ the moment that started it all ]

[ it was the end of border : carnival promotions ]

[ the fandom was tweaking ]

[ heran was being dragged into bullying rumours ]

[ and this moment single handedly saved us all from depression ]

[ who's the prettier princess? ]

"hyung, why does it suit you so well?" ni-ki asked in between his laughter, the other members soon joining in as jungwon placed the tiara on his head.

[ HE IS SO CUTE GUYS I'M GONNA SCREAM ]

[ AWW LOOK AT THE BABYYYY ]

his cheeks were momentarily flushed in embarrassment as he turned to the camera. this wasn't the worst punishment that he could have gotten—but it wasn't the best either. the only thing holding him together was heran's reaction.

she covered her face with her hands, fighting back the urge to squeal from beside him. "why do you look so cute?" she asked sweetly. "this is so unfair."

[ says the most gorgeous person ever??? ]

[ she's so self-unaware sometimes istg ]

sunoo clapped his hands together, loving every bit of this punishment. "you're supposed to be posing for the camera."

the other members chimed in agreement, egging him on and making sweet comments about how he was definitely a fairy in his past life. he couldn't bare the attention, dropping his head into his hands with a groan.

"how much longer do I have to do this for?" he asked, only to be met with more requests to pose for the camera properly, but for the life of him he couldn't.

but then heran happened.

she calmed herself down and grabbed his attention, nearly losing he composure when he turned to look at her. "won, you need to smile at the camera or else they're going to keep this on you," she said in between a fit of giggles, straightening the tiara on his head.

jungwon threw his head back with a groan. "It's too much, I can't take myself seriously."

ni-ki snorted from a few tables down, crossing his arms but his smile still there. "If it helps, we never take you seriously."

[ this absolute CLOWN ]

the room was filled with hushed snickers that only made jungwon even more reluctant. but heran was going to make sure that he looked at the camera, this was the perfect opportunity for a new lock screen background.

she nudged him with her foot. "come on, just a small smile for the camera, wonie," she encouraged, flashing him the same sweet smile that he could never say no to.

[ I love it when she calls him that ]

two seconds later he was facing the main camera, putting on his best act while his members cooed over the sight—especially heran, who was on the verge of having heart palpitations.

she tilted her head to get a better look at him, his flustered smile making her pout. "we need to see your dimples, baby, stop being shy."

[ WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I THREW MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM WHEN I HEARD HER SAY THIS ]

[ never in my LIFE have I heard best friends call each other baby ]

[ she slipped up here and didn't even careeee ]

[ the scream I SCRUMPT!!!! ]

[ THE ABSOLUTE MESS THIS THIS MOMENT CAUSED ON STAN TWITTER WAS BEAUTIFUL ]

that was jungwon's breaking point—the smile was involuntary—a natural reaction to anything that heran did, and there it was, his dimples etched so beautifully into his cheeks that she reacted to heavily to the point where she knocked her knee on the table.

[ an employed crashout indeed ]

the members were having a field day, losing their composure after something so small yet so entertaining. when it was finally over and jungwon was hit with another wave of embarrassment that had him sinking even further into his seat.

the excitement died down for a bit, the camera now focused on heran trying to calm him down. she rubbed his back soothingly, something that she wasn't aware was making him even more flustered. "you'd make such a pretty princess to be honest," she teased with a warm smile.

[ yes he would. speak your truth queen ]

he sat up straight at her proclamation, fully turning to face her as he took the tiara off his head and gently placed it on hers, brushing a few stray strands of hair out the way. "too bad, because you're my pretty princess."

[ ME WHEN?? ME FUCKING WHEN?? ]

[ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I'M GONNA THROW UP ]

[ seperation anxiety but make it hewon ]

they didn't know who decided that it was a great idea to lock each of the members in a room for a few hours, but none of them were complaining—except for jungwon.

the other seven were more than content with their own company, a few snacks and something to keep them entertained. In heran's case it was her nintendo switch—which the fandom believed was more important to her than most things in her life.

she was sprawled out on the floor, the sun's rays seeping through the open window and onto her face with a familiar warmth. everything was going well, but she could have sworn that she heard a scream from time-to-time.

"ah! I drove into a turtle shell!" she exclaimed, her eyes trained onto the game of mario kart that she was immersed in.

[ my girlfriend is a gamer don't even ]

It was peaceful, rewarding, but strangely empty. It took her nearly 30 minutes before she cracked. "I wonder how the other members are doing?" she turned to look at one of the cameras in the corner of the room.

[ well wouldn't you like to know... ]

then the clip switched over to jungwon who was undoubtably relapsing. like heran, he was sprawled on the floor, only he had a lot more whining, kicking, and rolling on the floor. yang jungwon was losing his mind.

"how long has it been? two hours?" he asked, a slight pout on his lips.

[ 30 minutes. It has been 30 minutes ]

after a few more moments of throwing a very controlled tantrum, he sat up straight, and stared directly at the camera. "I feel so alone."

[ me too, buddy. me too ]

his attention flickered from the door that was locked, to the window until the cogs in his brain started working. and as if on cue a knock came from the other side of the door, and it was gently pushed open.

a staff member popped their head in to check up on him, just as he did with the other members. "are you okay in here?" he asked and jungwon sighed.

[ comical to say the least ]

"I'm going insane. Is heran okay?" he couldn't help himself.

[ heehheheheheeehhe ]

the staff member chuckled and gave him a reassuring nod. "she said that she's having the time of her life."

jungwon's heart dropped to his stomach, his brows furrowing in genuine shock. "why?" the question slipped. "doesn't she miss me?"

[ oh lawddddd ]

[ get ready guys ]

"I'm sure she does," the staff member answered and then took a step out of the room, ready to lock it for the next hour, but jungwon was quick.

his excuse was that one of the cameras in the room made a funny sound, and that it should definitely be checked out now instead of later. "It could be a serious issue, I'm not sure."

[ a mastermind at work ]

[ he invented prison break, I don't make the rules ]

then, just as the staff member took his first few steps into the corner of the room jungwon made his grand escape out the door. in his defence, it was a foolish mistake to leave it open with him in the room of all people.

his adrenaline filled screams echoed through the house, his figure running past a few very confused staff members until they caught on and eventually started chasing him. it was a sight to behold, and the members locked up all shared the same thought.

[ the staff members really said "..... OH SHIT!" ]

"that's definitely jungwon."—heeseung

"wow, he lasted longer than I expected, props to him."— sunghoon

"this is why I stay away from him."—sunoo

"I wonder how long the staff members are going to chase him for?"— ni-ki

"Is that jungwon screaming? how did he get out?"—jake

"I'm surprised he didn't jump out the window."—jay

the only person who didn't hear him was heran, because she was too distracted by her own screaming to notice his. that was until, she heard a bang on the window behind her, followed by a pair of hands gripping onto the window sill.

"what the hell?" she asked and walked over, peering our to see jungwon standing on the lawn about 3 meters down, clearly out of breath.

"open the window more!" he screamed. "hurry, they're chasing me!"

[ you cannot make this shit up ]

heran didn't have a clue as to what was going on but obliged, muttering something under her breath as she took a step back, watching as he took one big leap and successfully pulled himself up.

less than a minute later he was rolling through the open window, a few staff members gathering outside and ultimately giving up with a few chuckles and tired pants. "that's definetaly gonna make for good content time. we should thank him."

[ get that bag I guess ]

she was dumbfounded to say the least—her lips parted as she stared at the boy laying on the floor, attempting to catch his breath. "can I get an explanation, please?"

after a few more deep breaths, he sat up straight and stared at her with narrowed eyes. "why didn't you miss me?"

[ DEAD!! ]

[ get yourself a man who YEARNSSSS ]

heran stared at him a moment longer. "huh?" she ran her fingers through he hair, trying to make sense of the situation. "you jumped through my window to ask me that?"

he let out a dramatic sigh, sitting up. “yeah, because you had mario kart and zero loyalty.”

“excuse me?”

“I suffered in that room,” jungwon continued, clutching his chest like he had survived a life-or-death situation. “and meanwhile, you were just chilling, living your best life, not even thinking about me.”

she scoffed. “for the record, I did think about you.”

jungwon narrowed his eyes. “when?”

she paused. “...like, at some point.”

he let out an exaggerated tch before sprawling out dramatically on the floor again. “wow. betrayed. I can’t believe this.”

heran sighed before dropping back onto the floor, settling into her previous spot. jungwon watched her expectantly, waiting—waiting—for some kind of grand gesture, some token of appreciation for his bravery. but when she simply picked up her switch again and continued her game like nothing had happened, he was scandalised.

"that's it?"

[ bro expected her to propose or something ]

heran didn’t even glance up from her screen. "jungwon, I'm locked in the room too. I have nothing to give you right now."

he groaned, letting himself fall back onto the floor with a dramatic thud. "I'm too tired to even argue right now. I've never run that fast in my life."

"yeah, I could tell. I thought you were about to pass out at my window."

jungwon waved her off weakly, too exhausted to keep up his usual antics. she sighed, setting her switch aside for a moment. she looked down at him, then at the clock ticking away on the wall. another hour of being stuck in here. she might as well make things a little easier for the poor guy.

without saying a word, she patted her lap. “we’re here for another hour, come on.”

[ WOOF WOOF BARK BARK ]

[ WHY'D SHE PAT HER LAP LIKE THAT?!? ]

It took less than a second for jungwon to shift, rolling over until his head was resting on her lap. he let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he closed his eyes. "this is so much better. I should've come here way earlier."

[ bro is never beating those cat allegations ]

heran let out a soft laugh, about to reach for her switch again when suddenly—

her hand was stolen.

she blinked, looking down to see him guiding her fingers onto his head.

"how am I supposed to play mario kart with one hand?"

jungwon cracked one eye open, giving her the most shamelessly innocent look imaginable. "skill issue."

[ SIR SHE WILL KICK YOU OUT STFU ]

she gawked at him. "excuse me?"

he closed his eyes again, letting out an overly dramatic sigh. "I risked my life to be here with you. the least you can do is comfort me in my time of need."

[ dramatic ahh ]

heran rolled her eyes but ultimately relented, fingers slipping into his soft strands as she lazily combed through them. "you're an idiot, you know that?"

jungwon only hummed, already halfway to falling asleep.

do you feel unlovable yet? because I know I do! hahahaha. I'm tweaking. please leave me alone while I wallow in my sorrows, because lee heran will NEVER run her fingers through my hair or say, "we need to see your dimples, baby" TO ME!!

[rootedinrevisions]

Too Late: Part 2

SUMMARY: After leaving, you've put some distance between you and Tyler. And Tyler has to come to terms with you being gone. But he can't let you go, and comes up with a plan to try and when you back - or at least figure out what to say to you. That is until an unexpected accident throws a wrench in both of your plans. Tyler is determined to show you that he can be there for you when you need him to, but the emotions of being around him again start to rise inside you. Memories of what you once had - and what you lost - keep pulling at you. Especially when Tyler doesn't let the space between you stop him from quietly being there when you need him most.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love and support on Part 1 of this! I was definitely not expecting this story to take off and get the reactions it did! Thank you for the comments, reblogs, and likes! This story ended up being way longer than I planned on it being and there will be a PART 3 coming soon (probably sometime next week after the holidays so I can finish up the last few holiday fics I'm working on)

WARNINGS: None, just a lot of heart-shattering angst. This one made me cry while writing it, so be prepared!

WORD COUNT: 6k

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TYLER’S P.O.V.

Tyler stood on the front porch of his old farmhouse, staring out at the horizon as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the tree line. The weight of the conversation he was preparing for sat heavy in his chest. His truck keys dangled from his fingers, his grip tightening and loosening as doubt gnawed at the edges of his determination. 

He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to you–only that he needed to say something. He couldn’t let things end the way they had, not without trying to make it right. He had so many things he still needed to say to you.

But the weight of your words, the hurt in your eyes the last time you’d spoken, kept playing on a loop in his head. Then the doubts crept in. What if he’d already blown it? What if showing up just made everything worse? 

But then he thought, what if it helped? What if it fixed everything? What if you gave him a chance?

With a final sigh, he pushed off the railing and headed for his truck. He figured you were probably at your mom’s house which wasn’t too far of a drive from his place. He pulled open the driver’s door and slid in behind the wheel. 

He had just turned the engine over when his phone buzzed in the cup holder. He glanced down and saw your best friend’s name flashing across the screen. His stomach dropped. Why would she be calling? Was it to chew him out for breaking your heart? He wouldn’t blame her if it was. Tyler hesitated, his hand hovering over the phone. He almost let it go to voicemail, but then a pang of guilt hit him. He deserved whatever lecture your friend was about to give, so he swiped to answer.

“Look,” he said, bracing himself. “I know what you’re going to say, and-”

“Tyler.” Your friend interrupted, her voice sharp but trembling slightly. His brow furrowed at the crack in her tone. “Something’s happened.”

The world seemed to tilt under his feet, Tyler clutched the steering wheel as your friend’s words came out in a rush. “It’s her mom. There was a car accident. Her mom’s in surgery right now. She…she’s at the hospital by herself, and-”

“Wait,” Tyler cut in, his voice hardening as he processed her words. “Surgery? Is…is her mom gonna be okay?”

“They don’t know yet,” your friend admitted, her voice quieter now. “Tyler, I don’t know. It…it sounds bad. And she’s…she’s trying to be strong, but you know how she gets. She’s telling us all that she’s fine, but I don’t think she is.”

Tyler stayed silent, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His pulse pounded in his ears as the reality of the situation hit him. Your mom was in the hospital. You were alone. And here he was, debating whether or not he should show up.

“I think you should go.” Your friend said.

“I don’t think I’m the guy she wants to see right now,” he admitted, his voice low.

Your friend huffed, frustration creeping into her tone. “You’re exactly the guy she needs right now. Whether she realizes it or not.”

“She told me-”

“I know what she told you, Tyler.” Your friend snapped, cutting him off. “Trust me. I was there the night of her birthday when you weren’t. I know. But I also know she’s hurt and scared and stubborn as hell, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need you. She won’t say it, but I will…get over yourself and get to the hospital. She shouldn’t be alone right now, and you know it.”

Tyler’s hand tightened on the steering wheel. He didn’t respond right away, his mind spinning with doubts and what ifs. What if showing up made things worse? What if you pushed him away again?

“Tyler.” Your friend said softly, her tone shifting. “You love her, don’t you?”

The question hit him square in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. “Of course I do,” he murmured.

“Then prove it,” she said simply. “Be there for her.”

Your friend hung up after that, but her words lingered in his mind. Tyler sat frozen for a moment, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He could still hear your voice from the last time you’d spoken, the way it had cracked with anger and pain. The fear of making things worse clawed at him, but your friend’s voice echoed louder: Be there for her.

Tyler put the truck in drive and started making his way towards the hospital. Screw his doubts. This wasn’t about him. It was about you. And if there was even a chance you needed him, he wasn’t going to let you down again.

YOUR P.O.V.

The waiting room was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional voice paging a doctor over the intercom. You sat in the corner, hunched over with your elbows on your knees, your hands clasped tightly together. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but you hardly noticed. Your foot tapped a restless rhythm against the tiled floor, the nervous energy pulsing through you too much to contain.

You’d sent everyone away. Your best friend had tried to stay, but you insisted you didn’t need her hovering. You also told her some lie that the nurses said only immediate family could stay. Your dad had called multiple times, offering to send a neighbor or someone to sit with you until he could get there. But you told him the same thing. You didn’t need anyone there with you. You’d be fine until he could get there.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by the steady thud of boots against the linoleum floor, echoing down the hallway. You barely glanced up, expecting to see another loved one ignoring your instructions to stay away. 

Without lifting your head, you muttered, “Go home. I’m fine.”

The boots stopped. You waited for a response, but none came. Irritation flared, and you straightened slightly in your chair. 

“I said, go home,” you repeated, sharper this time.

Still nothing. Finally, you glanced up, ready to tell whoever it was to leave in no uncertain terms. 

The words caught in your throat when you saw him. Tyler stood in the doorway, his hat tucked in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed with concern, but his eyes softened when they met yours.

You swallowed hard and dropped your gaze back to your hands, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “What are you doing here?”

He hesitated for a moment before stepping into the room. “Your friend called me,” he said simply. “She told me what happened.”

You let out a shaky breath, your hands tightening in your lap. 

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice quieter now. “You don’t have to be here. You can leave.”

Tyler didn’t respond immediately. The silence stretched between you, heavy and unrelenting. Finally, you glanced up to see that he hadn’t moved an inch. His expression was unreadable, but there was a steadiness in his gaze that made your chest ache.

“Go home, Tyler,” you said again, this time with more force.

He didn’t budge. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying you. “When you can look me in the eye and tell me you’re okay without lying,” he said, his voice steady and calm, “I’ll leave. Until then, I’m staying right here.”

The breath hitched in your throat, and you quickly looked away, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. You couldn’t meet his gaze. Not when he saw right through the mask you’d been wearing all day.

Your eyes landed on the brown bag in his hand. The logo was instantly recognizable, and despite everything, a flicker of confusion crossed your face. 

“What’s that?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

Tyler glanced down at the bag as if just remembering it. He crossed the room, closing the distance between you, and held it out.

“Figured you hadn’t eaten today,” he said simply. “It’s well past supper, and you need food. Stopped by your favorite place and got you your usual.”

You blinked at him, the unexpected gesture catching you off guard. For a moment, you just stared at the bag in his hand, unsure whether to take it.

When you didn’t move, Tyler set it down gently on the chair beside you and crouched down so he was at eye level. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his voice low and soft. “Just eat something, okay?”

The tears you’d been holding back all day finally broke free, and you quickly turned your head, pressing the heel of your hand against your eyes. Tyler didn’t say anything, didn’t try to touch you or pry. He just stayed there, steady and calm, his quiet presence more comforting than you wanted to admit.

You didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, so you reached for the bag, the smell of your favorite meal filling the room as you opened it. It was still warm, the familiar scent wrapping around you like a blanket.

You managed to eat about half of the food Tyler had brought before your stomach protested. Setting the container back into the bag, you folded it shut with deliberate care, focusing on the crinkle of the paper as a distraction. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, but you muttered a quiet, “Thank you.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his gaze on you, steady and unrelenting. The silence stretched again, broken only by the distant murmur of hospital staff and the faint beeping of monitors from somewhere down the hall.

After a few moments, Tyler cleared his throat, the sound startling in the stillness. “Do you have any updates?” he asked, his voice low but careful, as if afraid of pushing too hard. “Have you heard how she’s doing?”

Your throat tightened, and you shook your head without looking up. You couldn’t speak—not without your voice breaking. You clenched your hands in your lap, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to keep the tears at bay.

Tyler’s eyes softened as he watched you, the effort you were putting into holding yourself together painfully clear. He saw the slight tremble in your hands, the way your shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. 

He couldn’t stand it anymore. Without a word, he stood from the chair across the room and moved to the one beside you. You didn’t look at him, but you noticed the shift, and felt the heat of his presence closer now.

You glanced sideways as Tyler settled into the chair, his broad frame filling the space beside you. He didn’t say anything, but he opened his arm, leaving it resting on the back of the chair as he leaned slightly toward you. It wasn’t an overt gesture—just enough to let you know it was there, an unspoken invitation.

You hesitated, your breath hitching as you looked at the open space he was offering. A part of you wanted to retreat, to keep the wall between you firmly in place. But the ache in your chest—the one you’d been fighting all day—finally won out.

Slowly, you leaned over, your weight shifting until your head rested against his chest. His arm closed gently around you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. He didn’t pull you in too tightly, giving you the space to move if you wanted, but the warmth and steadiness of him made you feel like the world might stop spinning just for a moment.

The steady beat of his heart was soothing against your ear, a rhythm that felt like home in a way you couldn’t bring yourself to think too much about right now. You closed your eyes, your shoulders sagging as the tension slowly began to leave your body.

Tyler didn’t speak. He didn’t ask any more questions or try to fill the silence. He just sat there, holding you as the tears you’d been holding back slipped quietly down your cheeks. And for the first time that day, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t completely alone.

The quiet warmth of Tyler’s presence, combined with the emotional toll of the day, eventually caught up to you. Your breathing slowed as you sank deeper against his chest, the exhaustion overtaking your attempts to stay awake. Tyler glanced down at you and realized you’d fallen asleep, your face relaxed for the first time since he’d arrived.

He didn’t move. He stayed as still as he could, not wanting to disturb you. His arm remained firmly around you, holding you steady as your head rose and fell gently with the rhythm of his breathing. 

Tyler rested his head back against the wall, his free hand rubbing tiredly at his face. He stared at the sterile ceiling tiles above, his mind racing with a mix of relief and guilt. He was here, and you were letting him be here, but he couldn’t help thinking about all the times before when he hadn’t been.

Nearly two hours passed in silence, broken only by the occasional murmur of passing staff. Tyler shifted slightly, careful not to wake you. Just as he was debating whether to adjust his arm that was starting to go numb, the sound of the waiting room door opening caught his attention.

He turned his head, his gaze landing on the doctor who stepped into the room. The man was middle-aged, with a kind but tired face, his scrubs wrinkled from what must have been a long shift. Tyler straightened slightly, his movements gentle enough that you didn’t stir.

“Are you the family of (your mom’s name)?” The doctor asked, his voice soft but clear.

Tyler hesitated for a second, glancing down at you. “She is,” he said, his voice low so as not to startle you. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he shook your shoulder gently. “Hey, wake up,” he murmured.

You stirred, your brow furrowing as your eyes blinked open. For a moment, you seemed disoriented, but then you sat up quickly, your hand brushing your hair from your face as you glanced between Tyler and the doctor.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your voice still thick with exhaustion.

“The doctor’s here with an update about your mom,” Tyler said gently, giving you a reassuring look.

You swallowed hard and turned your attention to the doctor, your hands twisting nervously in your lap.

“Surgery went well,” the doctor said, his tone calm and steady. “She’s in recovery now. We’ll keep her here for a few days to monitor her, but she’s expected to make a full recovery.

A wave of relief hit you so hard it almost felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your lips parted as though to speak, but no words came out. Tyler’s hand moved to rest lightly on your shoulder, grounding you as the doctor continued.

“She’ll be groggy for a little while when she wakes up, but she’s stable.” The doctor reassured.

“Can I see her now?” you asked quickly, your voice trembling.

The doctor nodded but held up a hand. “Only one person can go in at a time. She needs to stay as calm as possible while she comes out of the anesthesia.”

You hesitated, glancing at Tyler for just a moment. His blue eyes softened, and he gave you a small, encouraging nod. “Go ahead,” he said quietly. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

Your heart clenched at the steadiness in his voice. Without another word, you stood, your legs shaky beneath you as you followed the doctor out of the waiting room. Before you passed through the door, you glanced back at Tyler. He was still sitting, watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher—concern, affection, and maybe something deeper.

He gave you a faint smile, his eyes never leaving you as you disappeared into the hallway.

A few hours later, the hum of the hospital had settled into a quiet rhythm as the nurses moved efficiently between rooms. You had been sitting at your mom’s bedside for as long as they allowed, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept peacefully. Relief had begun to seep into your bones, replacing the earlier tension, but exhaustion lingered, weighing heavily on you.

Eventually, a nurse came in, her smile kind but firm. “She’s stable now and will need her rest through the night. We’ll call if there are any changes, but it’s best if you go home and get some sleep too.”

You nodded, reluctant but understanding, and stood slowly, brushing your hand against your mom’s. You whispered a quiet goodbye and promised you’d be back first thing in the morning.

As you made your way back to the waiting room, you pulled your phone from your pocket. You’d been dropped off earlier and hadn’t even thought about how you’d get home. You scrolled through your contacts, landing on the name of a neighbor who’d always been quick to lend a hand. Just as you pressed the call button, Tyler’s voice interrupted you.

“I can drive you home,” he said softly, standing up from the chair where he’d been waiting.

You froze, lowering the phone from your ear. “Tyler, it’s late. You don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to,” he interrupted, his voice calm but steady. “But I’d like to. If you’d let me.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. The idea of being alone in the car with him made your chest tighten. Not because you didn’t trust him—but because you weren’t sure you could handle the quiet, the possibility of him pressing you about everything that had happened between you.

Almost as if he could read your mind, Tyler raised his hands slightly in a gesture of surrender. “It’s just a ride home,” he assured you. “That’s it. No talking, no pushing. I know this isn’t the time for… everything else. I just don’t think you should be alone right now.”

His words settled over you, soft and sincere. You studied him for a moment, searching for any sign of an ulterior motive, but there was none. Just a quiet steadiness in the way he looked at you, the same steadiness that had kept you grounded all night.

Finally, you nodded, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Okay,” you murmured. “Thank you.”

Tyler gave a small nod, grabbing his jacket from the chair and slipping it on. He didn’t say anything else, just gestured for you to follow him. 

The night air was crisp, the faint hum of insects filling the quiet as you and Tyler stepped into the dimly lit hospital parking lot. He stayed a step ahead, his boots scuffing softly against the pavement as he led the way to his truck. When you reached it, Tyler opened the passenger door, pausing to glance at you.

You climbed into the seat, the familiar scent of his truck—faintly leathery, with a trace of pine—wrapping around you like a memory. He waited until you were settled, buckling your seatbelt, before carefully shutting the door.

You watched him through the windshield as he walked around the front of the truck, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. He slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, the rumble filling the silence.

As he eased out of the parking lot, Tyler glanced over at you. “Do you want me to take you to your mom’s house or home?”

The word hung in the air between you for a beat too long. Tyler’s jaw tightened slightly, and he quickly corrected himself, his voice quieter. “I mean… my place. Do you want me to take you to my place instead?”

You turned your head to look out the window, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows across your face as the truck rolled forward. Your mom’s house would feel empty, too quiet for you to face tonight. Every room would carry the weight of her absence, the echoes of your worry. The thought of sitting there, alone with your thoughts, was unbearable.

“Can I… stay with you tonight?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

Tyler’s hands tightened briefly on the steering wheel, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, he just nodded and turned the truck onto a familiar road, the one that led to his old farmhouse.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “Of course.”

The drive was quiet after that, neither of you saying much. The occasional hum of the truck’s tires against the road filled the silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt more like an unspoken agreement to let the quiet speak for itself, to let the exhaustion and the events of the day settle.

As the farmhouse came into view, its porch light glowing faintly in the distance, you felt your shoulders relax ever so slightly. Tyler parked the truck in the gravel drive and killed the engine, the sudden stillness almost startling.

He glanced at you, his voice low. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

Tyler unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping inside and flipping on the lights. The warm glow illuminated the familiar space, but as you stepped through the doorway, you hesitated. The house felt the same, smelled the same—like cedarwood and faint traces of whatever cologne Tyler always wore—but you didn’t.

You paused just inside, unsure if you had the right to walk through it as freely as you used to. Your feet felt rooted to the spot, and your arms wrapped around yourself almost instinctively, like a shield.

Tyler paused near the bottom of the stairs and glanced back at you, his brow furrowing slightly when he noticed your hesitation. He rubbed the back of his neck before offering a small smile.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, his voice soft. Then, after a beat, he added, “You know where everything is.”

You nodded faintly, still unsure, but before you could say anything, he gestured to the stairs. “I’m gonna run up and see if I can find you something comfortable to wear for tonight. Be right back.”

Without waiting for a response, Tyler jogged up the stairs, his boots thudding softly against the wooden steps. You stood there for a moment, listening as the sound of his footsteps faded, before finally stepping further into the house.

You found yourself drifting toward the kitchen, your fingers brushing lightly against the edges of the counters as you passed. The farmhouse kitchen had always been one of your favorite spots—it was warm, lived-in, and full of charm. But now, as you glanced around, you noticed how disheveled it was.

Dishes were piled high in the sink, crumbs scattered across the counters. A forgotten coffee mug sat near the edge of the table, and you spotted a pair of work gloves tossed haphazardly onto one of the chairs. It was clear Tyler hadn’t been keeping up with housework.

Your chest tightened slightly. He was probably just as exhausted as you were after the week you’d both had. Without really thinking, you filled the sink with warm water, adding soap until suds began to rise. You rolled up your sleeves and got to work, grabbing the first plate from the pile.

The rhythm of cleaning was soothing, your hands moving on autopilot as you scrubbed and rinsed. One dish turned into two, then three, until the pile began to shrink. You didn’t hear Tyler come back down the stairs until his voice broke through the quiet.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

Startled, you glanced over your shoulder. He was leaning against the doorframe, holding a neatly folded T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hands. His expression was unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there earlier.

“I know,” you said softly, turning back to the sink. “I just… wanted to help.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Tyler set the clothes down on the table and walked over, his boots clicking lightly against the tile. He reached past you and grabbed a clean dish towel, drying one of the plates you’d just washed.

The two of you worked in quiet tandem, the only sounds coming from the water and the soft clink of dishes. When the last plate was dried and put away, Tyler finally spoke again.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he repeated, his voice lower this time.

You dried your hands on the towel and glanced at him. “I know,” you said again, meeting his gaze. “But I wanted to.”

Tyler held your gaze for a long moment before nodding. He motioned toward the clothes he’d brought down. “Those should be comfortable.

You nodded, taking the clothes from the table and brushing past him, your fingers grazing his for just a moment.

Tyler held your gaze for a long moment before nodding, but instead of leaving it at that, he started to speak, his words coming out in a ramble—something you knew he only did when he was nervous.

“I, uh, was looking to see if maybe you’d left something here. You know, clothes or—just… something. But it looks like you cleared everything out when you left—”

He cut himself off abruptly, the weight of the words hanging in the air like a stone dropped into still water. You saw the flicker of regret cross his face as if he wished he could take them back.

Your chest tightened the reality of the distance between the two of you crashing back in. You forced a nod, your throat too tight to speak, and clutched the clothes tighter to your chest.

Without another word, you turned and headed toward the bathroom down the hall, your steps quick and purposeful, driven by the sudden need to put space between you and him.

You changed into the clothes Tyler had given you, silently hating how comfortable they felt. The fabric was soft and worn in all the right ways, and the faint scent of him lingering on them—woodsy, clean, and unmistakably Tyler—settled you in a way you didn’t want to admit. It felt too easy, too familiar, and you tried to shake the thought as you ran a hand over your face and took a steadying breath.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, the farmhouse was quiet, save for the faint creak of the old wood floors beneath your feet. You padded into the living room and spotted a throw pillow and blanket folded neatly on the back of the couch. Without giving it much thought, you reached for them and began to lay them out, preparing to make a bed for the night.

The sound of footsteps behind you made you pause, and you turned to find Tyler standing in the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the frame. His brows furrowed slightly as he tilted his head. “What are you doing?”

You glanced at the blanket in your hands and then back at him. “I’m making a place to sleep,” you said simply, motioning toward the couch.

He shook his head almost immediately, his expression firm. “No, you’re not.”

Your brow knit in confusion. “What do you mean, no? I’m not kicking you out of your own bed, Tyler.”

Tyler’s jaw tightened briefly, but his voice was calm and steady when he spoke. “And I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.”

“Tyler—”

He cut you off, his tone a little more resolute this time, though still gentle. “You’re sleeping upstairs. In the bed. End of discussion.”

You frowned at him, not sure whether to feel annoyed at his stubbornness or oddly comforted by it. “And where exactly are you planning to sleep, then?”

“The couch,” he said plainly, as if it were the most obvious solution in the world.

“Tyler, that’s ridiculous—”

“It’s not,” he interrupted again, his voice softening just slightly. “You’ve had a hell of a day, and you’re not about to spend the night crammed on this couch. You need to rest, and you’re sleeping in the bed.”

You opened your mouth to argue again, but the way he was looking at you—his gaze steady and full of quiet insistence—made the words catch in your throat. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you. Finally, you exhaled, realizing there was no point in fighting him on this.

“Fine,” you muttered, reluctantly grabbing the pillow and blanket and handing them to him. “But if you wake up sore in the morning, that’s on you.”

Tyler chuckled softly, taking them from your hands. “I’ll take my chances.”

As you turned to head upstairs, you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn’t look back. It wasn’t until you were settled beneath the covers, the familiar scent of the farmhouse wrapping around you, that you realized how much you’d missed the quiet comfort of this place—and, if you were being honest, him.

Downstairs, you heard the faint sound of the couch creaking as Tyler settled in, followed by the soft exhale of his breath. And for the first time in days, you felt the edges of exhaustion pulling you into sleep, knowing you weren’t alone.

The soft sounds from downstairs pulled you from your sleep, and for a moment, you lay there disoriented, the unfamiliar surroundings grounding you in a way that was both comforting and unsettling. The room was too quiet, too still, and it wasn’t until you spotted the framed photos on the wall—the ones you’d seen countless times before—that you remembered where you were. Tyler’s house. His bed.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and the faint smell of coffee and something cooking reached you, accompanied by the faint clang of a pan. Pushing the covers off, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood, padding toward the stairs.

The kitchen came into view as you reached the bottom step, and you stopped in the doorway, momentarily caught off guard. Tyler was standing at the stove, barefoot, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to his back just enough to remind you how unfairly attractive he was. He looked so casual, so domestic, like he belonged here in this space that had always felt like home to you too. And that realization was almost too much to take, given the current mess of emotions between the two of you.

He must have heard your footsteps because he turned, a faint smile tugging at his lips when he saw you. “Morning,” he said, his voice warm and easy, like this was just another day in the life you used to share. “How’d you sleep?”

You hesitated for half a second before answering. “Fine,” you said, your voice softer than you intended. “Thanks for…everything last night.”

He just nodded, as though it were a given. “Feel free to make yourself some coffee,” he said, motioning toward the Keurig sitting on the counter.

You blinked, your gaze landing on the sleek machine that had replaced the old, battered coffee pot he’d had for years. The sight of it caught you off guard, like it was proof that time had moved on in this house even when you hadn’t been here to see it.

“I didn’t remember how you like your coffee these days,” Tyler admitted, running a hand through his hair. “With all the stuff you used to add to it, I figured I’d mess it up. But there’s still some pods and syrups in the cupboard. And I, uh—” He cleared his throat and motioned toward the fridge. “I went to the store and picked up some creamer. It’s the kind you used to like. Figured it couldn’t hurt to have it, just in case.”

Your chest tightened at his words, at the small gesture that felt far too thoughtful for what you thought you deserved right now. You opened the fridge to find the familiar bottle sitting there, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at it, trying to process the sudden wave of emotions.

“Eggs’ll be ready in a few minutes,” Tyler said, his voice pulling you back. He glanced over his shoulder at you as he stirred something in the pan. “Hope you’re hungry.”

You shut the fridge door and turned, your gaze settling on him again. He looked so at ease, so natural standing there, that it made your heart ache in a way you hadn’t expected. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep your voice steady as you replied, “Yeah. I think I could eat.”

He nodded, turning his attention back to the stove, and you lingered in the doorway for a moment longer before making your way to the counter to fix your coffee. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d stepped back into a memory, even though you knew things weren’t the same anymore.

Not even close.

 You sat across from Tyler at the small wooden table, the one that had been in this kitchen for as long as you could remember. The plates between you held scrambled eggs and toast, simple but enough to ease the ache of an empty stomach. The air between you was thick with an awkwardness that neither of you seemed willing to address, and the only sounds filling the room were the soft scrape of forks against plates and the occasional clink of a glass being set back on the table.

You stared down at your plate, taking another small bite, trying to focus on the food and not the tension that was quietly suffocating the space. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. Setting your fork down, you cleared your throat softly, your voice tentative as you broke the silence.

“Thank you,” you said, your gaze lifting to meet his, though he didn’t look up right away. “For everything. For… being there for me.”

Tyler’s fork hovered over his plate for a moment before he set it down. He looked down at his plate, his shoulders stiffening slightly. “It was about time,” he murmured, his voice quiet but weighted. “About time I was there when you needed me to be.”

The words hit you harder than you expected, cutting through the delicate balance you’d been trying to maintain. You blinked, your throat tightening as you realized what he meant. He wasn’t just talking about yesterday or last night. He was thinking about all the times he hadn’t been there—your last birthday, the other moments and milestones you’d quietly endured alone. The guilt in his tone was unmistakable, and it settled heavily in your chest.

“Tyler…” you started, your voice soft, but he quickly shook his head, stopping you before you could go any further.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said firmly, finally glancing up at you. His eyes were steady, but there was a flicker of something raw in them that made your breath hitch. “It is what it is.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, cutting off any argument you might have made. You opened your mouth, then closed it again, unsure of what you could even say to that.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, his expression softening slightly as he tried to steer the conversation away from the growing tension. “Once you’re done eating,” he said, his voice lighter now, though it still carried a trace of that earlier guilt, “I can take you over to your mom’s to get your car.”

You nodded, grateful for the change in subject, even if it felt like a half-hearted attempt to escape the unspoken weight between you. “Yeah, okay,” you murmured, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of water.

The silence returned, but this time it felt less oppressive. You both focused on finishing your meals, the unspoken understanding settling between you like a fragile truce. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough for now.

[goneinsecondsxo]

jegulus | 1k words

lil jegulus I wrote for a secret santa for a dear friend. sirius finding out about jegulus at hogwarts

“James, no,” Regulus insists, pressing a hand to James’ chest in the corridor.

“Come on, Reg, please? No one’s around. It’s late, and I haven’t seen you in days.” James knows he’s being reckless, but he can’t help it. He didn’t mean to run into Regulus, but when he spotted him during his Prefect rounds, he couldn’t resist catching up, feeling drawn to him like a magnet. He’s missed him more than he probably should admit—more than what’s acceptable for two people who’ve been secretly dating for four months.

It all started by accident. A few months ago, James found himself in the library needing to study, but it was surprisingly crowded for a Thursday. He wandered around, searching for a place to sit, and the only available seat was at a table with Regulus. Reluctantly, Regulus let him join, and by the end of the night, James was completely smitten. After that, hallway run-ins where James would change course just to walk Regulus to class, and Quidditch changing room chats became weekly occurrences, and it all fell together naturally. Neither of them had expected to fall for the other, so they’ve been taking it slow. 

Now, four months later, they’re still together, and James couldn’t be happier. But with how protective Sirius is of his brother, Regulus has insisted they keep the whole thing a secret. James gets it, but part of him hates lying to his best friend. He’s been trying to convince Regulus that they should tell him now that they’re serious. Thankfully, Regulus is warming to the idea.

“We could go back to my dorm? I think Remus, Sirius, and Pete are at the library,” James offers.

“After the other day when I was trapped in your room under the invisibility cloak, I don’t want to take any chances. I missed Potions because of that, and Sirius nearly caught us.” 

“But he didn’t,” James grins. Regulus rolls his eyes, the way James loves because he only does it when he has no snarky comment to say back.

“Anyone could find us here, we’re not exactly hidden.” Regulus’ body betrays his words when he steps closer to James, his hands reaching out for his robes. James instinctively brings him in, pulling their bodies flush. 

Running a hand through the soft strands of Regulus’ curls, he tips his head back, their eyes meeting. “Regulus,” James starts, feeling completely lost in his storm grey eyes, “I really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

There’s a war going on behind Regulus’ eyes, weighing his options, debating the risks. Ultimately, he gives in, sending James a small nod before leaning up. The moment their lips touch, the rest of the world falls away. There’s only thoughts of RegulusRegulusRegulus.

This is what always happens with the two of them. They get utterly sucked into each other’s orbit, and are unable to notice anything else. Even the other day in James’ dorm, they were much too close to getting caught, not realising the door had clicked open until they heard Sirius and Peter’s voices. Regulus practically rolled off the bed, and James had to cough and stomp his foot to cover the thud of Regulus’ body hitting  the floor as he covered himself with the cloak.

“James, I missed you,” Regulus whispers against his lips, and it makes James' heart sing. It always takes a few minutes for Regulus’ walls to come down, but when they do, when he gets soft and open with how he feels—there’s nothing like it.

Heart fluttering from Regulus’ words and his body lit up from Regulus’ touch, James stops worrying about where they are. Unfortunately, he probably should start paying more attention.

“What in Merlin’s name is this?”

They pull apart, James whirling around to find Sirius. His arms are crossed, a scowl on his face, and he looks pissed. James has half a mind to run, but that thought fades when he turns and sees Regulus, whose expression mirrors Sirius'—scowl and everything.

“What does it look like, Sirius? I’m kissing James,” Regulus says dryly. 

“I can see that, Regulus. What I’m confused about is why it doesn’t look to me like a first kiss,” Sirius responds. 

James’ palms start to sweat. If there’s one place you don’t want to be, it’s in the middle of a fight between the Black Brothers. “Sirius, we were going to tell you—”

“Tell me what? That you’ve been kissing my brother? Cus it sure doesn’t seem like you were going to tell me.”

“I—we—the thing is—” James is floundering. He knows it, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“We’ve been seeing each other for four months. We weren’t going to tell you unless it became something worth telling. Which it has, so surprise! James and I are dating.”

Heart flooding with warmth, James can’t help but look at Regulus, likely with a dopey look on his face. Regulus’ lips twitch quickly when his eyes shift sidelong to James.

“Please don’t be mad, Sirius. I really like him. I wanted to tell you, I swear—”

“Prongs, relax.” Sirius’ expression softens into a small smile as he steps forward, placing his hands on James’ shoulders. “I’ve had a hunch about you two for a while. The way you look at each other? It’s not hard to figure out. Also, you’re not as sneaky as you think. I knew Regulus was in the dorm the other day, why do you think I droned on about nothing for an hour?” Sirius grins. “Honestly, I’m ecstatic. My best friend and my brother? How could it get better? Just don’t hurt each other, and I’m all for it.”

Shocked, James looks back at Regulus before his head turns towards Sirius, a wide smile on his face. 

“You’re really fine with this?” Regulus asks.

“I’m fine with it. I’d just prefer not to see it. And don’t ever lie to me again, James.”

James smiles. “Wouldn’t think of it.How did you even end up over here, anyway? This isn’t on the way back to the dorm.”

Sirius pulls the map from his pocket, waving it in the air. “Next time you try to hide something from me, maybe don’t forget we have a map that shows us where everyone in the castle is.” His lips curl into a mischievous smirk and James laughs.

“You have a map that shows you where everyone is in the castle?” Regulus blurts out in disbelief.

Whipping their heads toward him, Sirius and James share a sidelong glance.

“Shit,” they say in unison.

[itsgivingmami]

part 2 of wait for me??? plz we need it😫

Listen… y’all been heard🫡🫣 sorry about the wait! Hope you enjoy, thanks everyone for all the love on part one!! (Which if you haven’t read it please do it’s linked at the bottom!)

Comments, likes and reposts are always appreciated!

Wait For Me(part 2)- Rhea Ripley

Warnings: stalking, use of a weapon against reader

WC: 2117

Don’t think this needs a part 3 but lemme know what y’all think 🤔

        "You're not asleep," Rheas voice is husky and thick with exhaustion, her nails scratch between your shoulder blades lightly. You were facing away from her and watching the clouds move out the window, trying to stay as still as possible.

     "Neither are you," you retort trying to keep the mood light although you know you're both thinking about what's been happening. You roll onto your back and look over at her, "and I'm not the one who had a wrestling match today,"

       You two lay in silence for a while wondering where to go from here, whether going back to "sleeping" or getting up and doing something else was a better choice. You're debating suggesting a movie when you feel Rheas hand slide under the sheet to grab yours.

    "I've never felt that before that," she whispers shakily and her grip tightens, "fear," she's laying on her back staring up at the ceiling, shaking her head as if sorting the thoughts as they come. "I mean I've been scared before but tonight was... fucking gutting I thought you-"

    The choke that cuts her off is something in all your years of friendship, you'd had yet to hear. Watching small tears fall down the sides of her cheeks you feel your stomach drop.

     "I'm sorry," you quickly lean on your forearms sitting up, " I should've waited for you," you try to wipe her cheeks but she gently grabs your wrists holding them still.

     "No," she shakes her head at you, "you shouldn't have to worry about some fucking creep," you nod gently when she stares at you, a more familiar Rhea coming back for a moment. "I just don't think I've ever felt fear like that before because," she takes a quick breath, sits up and wraps her larger hands around yours, "I don't think I've ever loved anyone like I love you,"

      "Love me love me?" You clarify and you see Rhea let out the breath she was holding and grins slightly before pulling her lips against her teeth.

     "Love you love you,"  she assures. You're struggling to find the words that make sense and overwhelmed by feeling you lean forward to kiss her and this time she meets you there. Her rings are cold against your jaw and she pulls you closer and the little gasps you're letting out at the way she's touching you is riling her too easily.

      Her other hand comes up to cradled your face as she leans backward and you fall forward onto her body. Goosebumps pebbled your bare arms as she brushed her finger tips up and down. She moves from your lips to kiss your cheeks and up the side of your face.

      "I love you," you softly rasp to her and she moves back to your mouth to press a rough kiss to your lips before pulling back,

    "Are you getting tired?"

   

     "No,"

                                                 ~

    When you wake up you're laying on a carefully placed pillow rather than the woman you'd fallen asleep on. Throwing the duvet off your legs you stand up and head towards the en-suite and open the door to an empty room. In a panic you make your way downstairs barely missing falling down the them before you make it to the living room.

     "Rhea?" She turns towards you, standing in front of the kitchen table with her arms crossed. Seated behind of her are two police officers, "what's happening?" She turns to the strangers and asks for a second before coming over to you. Her hands take hold of your hips and her thumbs trace shapes gently.

    "He sent another message," Rhea explained trying to stay calm for you but the underlying anger was evident in her eyes. 

    "Photo?" She nods and you walk past her towards your phone that sits open on the table, taking a moment before you realize you're looking at yourself sleeping yesterday. The nausea is violent and you brace yourself against the table, the female officer says something about pressing charges but you barely hear her. You feel watched and disgusting and you want to search Rheas house and take a shower to try and scrub away the feeling.

"Hey," Rheas hands meet your wait as she spins you to face her, "it's alright, you're safe with me until they go get that bitch in cuffs," her foul language makes you giggle shakily, eyes slightly tearing.

     "Once we report and have a warrant we'll placing him under arrest and you'll be notified once he's in custody," the officers says to you and holds out her card for you to take, her partner behind as Rhea goes to walk them out. You’re torn between going to searching the house and waiting for Rhea to come back.

You both were hoping that Rheas presence in your life would force this guy to cease and until this morning you were pretty sure the plan had worked and that Rheas panic last night had been residual worry. You feel sick as you realise she was exactly right and the short while you’d been without anyone else he’d managed to get to you. You stare down at your phone in disgust.

“I shouldn’t have gone through your shit,” you hear Rhea apologise as she walks back in, she redirects to the doorway where she unlatches the baby gate. “I was unpacking our bag and saw it and I just couldn’t-“

You gently place your hand on her arm and she trails off allowing you to speak, she’s certain you’re about to go off about privacy but as you stay silent she starts to worry.

“I don’t care about that,” you tell her, her T-shirt balls in your fist as you cling to her and she allows her body to be pulled against yours. “I feel disgusting,”

“Lemme run you a shower,” she suggests and her want to care for you isn’t unfamiliar but now that things have changed between you it feels deeper. You’re still hesitant and scenes from slasher fill your head. “I’ll stay with you,” she promises,

“I don’t know Rhe if you’re with me what about the house?” You question and she chuckles softly before looking behind you. You turn to see her dogs staring out the window at the world.

“I think they’ve got this,” Rhea reassures and Barry barks loudly as he spots a squirrel, you nod and allow her to escort you up the stairs. You two make it back to her bedroom where she pauses at the dresser, grabbing you some clean clothes to put on. There’s no doubt you’ve left stuff here over the years and you have some stuff in your bag but she takes this as an opportunity to see you in her clothes and the possessive part of her has been screaming since she saw that picture on your phone.

“Cmon baby,” she holds her hand out and despite all the things going on you blush at the pet name and take her hand.

~

That night you’re back at the performance center, watching Rhea do a promo on a small tv screen. Damian and Zelina have you firmly pressed in the seat between them but despite that you can’t help but look over your shoulder and stare at everyone who walks in the room. It had been hours and heard nothing from the officer you spoke to that morning.

“Your girls cookin out there,” Damian grabs your attention from the p.a you don’t quite recognize but there’s a tinge of familiarity and you brush it off. How many people worked here? It was impossible to remember them all. He’s right, she’s got the stadiums full attention and although you’re not really sure what’s she’s mad about you smile. Your girl. “Mics on fire,”

The three of you watch as she exits and once she’s clear from cameras her steps speed up, she barely misses smacking someone’s manager with the curtain as she rips it open and coming towards you brushes past the p.a in the room who sends her a glare over the shoulder. She’s relieved to see you where she’d left you, safely between her friends. At her arrival you stand to hug her and her strong arms pull you up until your feet just barely touch the ground.

“I’m okay,” you whisper as you notice she’s not letting you go. You give her a tight squeeze and look in her eyes, as you to stare you see the fear leave her face. “You looked hot out there,” you joke and she eases her hold finally, gently placing you back on the ground. You reach to grab her hands and get blocked by the hand mic she’s holding.

“Lemme hand this off,” she says and turns before stopping and looking back to you, “you look hot right now,” she winks and looks around. She’s no more than four feet away, Damian and Zelina maybe ten when your hair gets grabbed roughly and you’re pulled against a body you don’t recognise. There’s something cold against your throat and you still. Damian sees you first and goes to help,

“One more step and she fucking bleeds,” you hadn’t heard that voice in almost a week, not since you were across from it in a restaurant. Your wide teary eyes find Rhea, she’s standing ready to strike but holds still at the threat of your safety. Additional security floods the room and your assailants grip tightens around your middle, whatever type of weapon pressed at your neck pinches and cuts your skin. “Not so scary are you now big bitch,” he spits at Rhea and you see her fists clench at her sides, “she was supposed to be mine! I’m the one who loves her!”

The shouting is loud in your ears and you can feel spit landing on you. You’re looking anywhere for an escape but as no one in the room moves it’s clear to you that the danger you’re in is severe.

“You’re holding her hostage,” someone in the room throws out and you’re forced to back up as he does. You stumble backwards falling against his body. You wanted to scream and rip away at full force before meeting Rheas eyes. Her silent gaze tells you to stay calm and you try to trust her, she’s going to get you out of this.

“Me? I didn’t drag her from her home and force her to live with me!” For a moment you see Rhea waiver and her breaking makes you feel like you’re not getting out of this… unless maybe,

“Thank you,” your voice is shaky as you speak, worried about moving your skin across the blade. The room silences completely, little whispers of what to do and who to call ceases. “She made me stay with her,”

You’re trying to tell the man behind you, but your eyes don’t leave Rhea. Her brows furrow at your statement and you pray that after years of friendship she might be able to hear your silent words. At your “admission” you feel the man let go slightly and you take your first deep breath when the knife isn’t as close before sending as much force with your elbow backwards.

A flurry of movement happens around you and you fall forward onto your knees. Heavy boots pass you and you hear clinking sounds followed by the miranda rights. You don’t move, your brain still catching up and you shake in place.

“Thank god,” you hear Rheas voice as she hits the ground in front of you, her eyes move around your body looking for signs of injury and other than the small cut still letting out beads of blood you seem unharmed.

“I didn’t mean it,” you tell her, her voice jogging your brain forward as you remember what you just said. Your hands reach for her and she meets them immediately pulling you to straddle her knees. “I love you,”

“I know darlin I know,” she coos as she strokes your hair, allowing you to cry onto her shoulder. She couldn’t give less of a shit about her shirt, just relieved to have you back. She thought not being able to find you was the most fear she’d ever felt, just to be proven so wrong just now. Rhea pulls you to look at her, her hand encasing the side of your face. “That was smart pretty girl, almost had me fooled too,”

“But I love you,” you repeat and your hand comes to cup her own on your cheek, firmly keeping it in place and you press a kiss to her palm.

“I love you too, you’re safe with me now,”

[queen-of-the-avengers]

You Can Run, But You Can't Hide

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: angst, being involved with dangerous people, being kidnapped and threatened

Summary: You thought you left your past behind when your boss was caught and put in one of the most secure prisons in the world: The Raft. You’re on the run, always looking over your shoulder for someone from that dangerous past. When you’re captured by Steve’s nemesis, you’re pulled back into that world whether you like it or not.

Square Filled: image prompt (C2) (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

I took inspiration from this video i found on tiktok!

Author’s Note: this is going to be a series, but i just don't have any other parts planned. i'd like to read your comments and your question about this! i did have the question of "what if steve turned evil by hydra", thus this fic!

x

People pass you by on the sidewalk but you keep your head down the entire time. All you want is to get back home and start dinner. You try to limit your time outside in fear someone will recognize you. The first rule of being on the run from powerful and dangerous people is don’t get caught. Don’t make mistakes. You go out once a month for groceries and other necessities, but this month took two trips.

Just a few more months and you can leave this country and settle in a country where they won’t find you.

When you finally reach home, you’re quick to turn the multiple locks on your front door. You can never be too careful. You set your purse on the counter and grab food from the fridge to make a sandwich with. Your phone rings and you pause opening up the deli meat you got last week. Something about that ring doesn’t sit well with you even though you don’t know who it is. You set the food down and walk over to your phone to see a number you don’t recognize.

You let it go to voicemail.

Whoever it is calls again. Your gut is telling you not to answer it but you do it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Where is Steve, prinţesă?”

You immediately hang up the call and toss your phone into the sink. They found you. You turn the sink on to drown the phone before grabbing only the necessities: wallet and passport. Everything else, you can get in another country. You don’t even bother locking the door on your way out knowing they’ll break it down to get inside.

You start the walk to the airport, periodically looking behind you to see if you’re being followed. There are taxis driving down the road, and you debate on whether or not to stop one. On the one hand, you need to get to the airport as fast as possible. On the other hand, you only have enough cash for a plane ticket and you’re scared they’ll find you through card purchases.

Escape. That’s all you need to do. You can figure out the rest later.

You flag down a passing taxi and immediately hop in without thinking. New York has made van taxis to hold more people which is the kind of taxi you just jumped into.

“Where to, miss?” the driver asks.

“JFK, please.”

The man drives off, and you look out the window in concern. You won’t relax until you’re in a different country. You moved here from Russia decades ago for someone you shouldn’t have been involved with in the first place. One second you’re enjoying the view and the next second, you’re passed out in the back of the taxi. You didn’t even check to see if there was anyone in the back seat.

There was.

You wake up to see a mesh covering over your head. Someone yanks it off and you look around the dark room. Despite there only being one light, you have to squint your eyes and wait for them to adjust to the lighter setting. A black man walks around to the front of you, and you glare at the stranger.

“What the hell is going on? Who are you?”

“The name is Sam.”

“What the hell is going on?”

“Where’s Steve?”

You go rigid at the name but you try not to let it show how scared and annoyed you are. Scared for the dangerous people that tend to follow Steve and annoyance at the situation you’re in. Still, you try to play dumb knowing it won’t work but hoping it will.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“I don’t have time to play games, Y/N. Where the hell is Steve? I know he’s not in prison anymore.”

“If he wanted you to know where he is, he would have told you. Guess you’re not BFF material.”

“How are we doing, boys?” Natasha says in Sam’s earpiece.

“She’s not talking.”

You’re about to say something when someone walks into the room. The one person on Steve’s shitlist. You heard a lot about the Winter Soldier but never had the misfortune of meeting him. Bucky oozes confidence and power. He doesn’t demand it, he owns it. Well, you’re not going to give it to him. He walks over with a laptop in one hand and a gun in the other.

“She’s about to,” Bucky says while looking at you.

He lays the laptop on the table and walks over to the window to peer through the boards. Wherever you are must be in a sketchy area because you can hear what sounds like screams and arguments coming from the street. They must have raided your house because that’s the laptop you used to do business with Steve. You kept it per his instruction if he ever went to prison.

Sam opens the laptop and presses a few buttons which prompts the fingerprint scan you encoded on it. He holds out his hand for yours but you don’t move an inch.

“Give me your hand,” he says in a calm voice.

“Or what? You’ll cut it off?”

“Not my style.” He smirks. “He might.”

You look at Bucky with a glare.

“I’m not a patient man, Y/N. Be a good girl and give him your hand. You don’t want me coming over there.”

With a defeated sigh, you give Sam the one thing he needs to access your laptop. As soon as it’s unlocked, you yank your hand back. Sam hacks into the bank accounts you used to help Steve move his money. After he was caught, you made sure there was enough money in his account to get him out, but no one knows where he went. You do but the last thing you’re going to do is tell them. Steve will contact you when he needs you.

“We’re in,” Natasha says.

“Nothing in my banking will get you any closer to Steve.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sam says.

“There are multiple Hydra accountants hiding in plain sight. Several recent wire transfers for more than ten million dollars to a secure network over several islands in the South Pacific, and one big transfer of twenty million to an offshore account. An account that’s known to the Raft,” Natasha explains.

“Money for Steve’s escape,” Sam says and looks at you.

“What can I say? Wealth opens doors,” you shrug.

“Fine. Let’s withdraw a few dollars from Steve’s account, shall we?”

Sam sits back and lets Natasha remove the money from her side.

“Done. Let me know if we’ve hit a nerve.”

“Eighty-five million transferred to a CIA black fund.”

You look at Bucky who paces the room looking out the windows as if he’s expecting someone to come barging in. His grip tightens on the gun which tells you they’re on a timetable. If you can stall, you might make them run out of time for whatever they’re waiting for. You can’t help but laugh at the situation.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asks.

“Steve’s… work… is already bought and paid for. You two must be a pair of dumbasses if you think stealing from Steve will make me talk. You’re ruining his future, not mine.”

You realize your mistake as soon as the words are out of your mouth.

“Did you hear that, Sam?” Natasha smirks.

“I did.”

“Let’s make this personal, then.”

“We need to go,” Bucky says. “Either make this happen now or we take her with us.”

Sam hacks into your personal accounts, and you sigh silently.

“This is your personal account, huh?” he smirks. “Money’s hardly been touched. Shall we change that?”

You glare at Sam as hard as you can and curse at them in Russian.

“Looks like we found our pressure point, boys,” Natasha chuckles.

“Let’s drain it.”

Sam grabs your hand for fingerprint access but you yank your hand back.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you snap.

“Something wrong, Ms. Y/N?” Bucky smirks.

“I don’t know what Steve’s plans are, okay? I am just his financer! Nothing more!”

Bucky walks over to you and grips his gun even tighter, but he doesn’t need that to come off as intimidating.

“Give him your print,” he says with a threatening tone.

“Oh, I’m starting to want you to make me.”

Bucky grabs your chin harshly and forces you to look at him. “Give him your print or you die.”

You chuckle. “Good luck finding Steve after I’m dead. I’m the only one who can help you find him and you know this. Fuck you and that little birdie you’ve got in your ear. That money is mine! I fought for it. I earned it!”

“One more push and we’ve got her,” Natasha chuckles.

“One last chance or he takes over,” Sam says.

Bucky gestures for Sam to move which he does. He hands Sam his gun before taking a seat in front of you. Sam walks behind you and grabs your shoulders to keep you from going anywhere. Bucky grabs your right hand with his and whips out a knife with his left. To your horror, he starts slicing your skin on your wrist, but he doesn’t get very far.

“Okay! He’s in Siberia!” Bucky stops slicing but doesn’t put the knife away. “There’s a wire transfer to the Hydra base there. It’s abandoned so I don’t know what he’s doing there. That’s all I can tell you.”

“I see it. That’s all we need,” Natasha says.

Sam closes your laptop and takes it with him. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Fuck you,” you growl.

“I can see why Steve valued you,” Bucky chuckles. “Bring her with us.”

“What?” you gasp. “I told you where he is!”

“Bad girls don’t get rewarded. Let’s go. You’re going to help me find Steve, and then you’re going to help me bring him down once and for all. He stole from me, and I’m going to steal it back.”

Your worst nightmare is coming true. For Steve never stole from him. It was you.

x

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[dannyriccsupremacy]

now that we don't talk | CL16

| charles leclerc x fem!exgf!reader smau

| summary : charles doesn't do enough to keep his girlfriend and when the internet finds out, they are less than happy.

| faceclaim : christina nadin

| part one here ! part three here !

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↳ user yn being exposed by bff once again

user i will go broke spending all my money on them.

yn was getting ready to go to dinner with her bff, when she heard a sudden knok at the door. glancing at the time, she assumed it was her bff, who was just extremely early- probably to get ready together. they pounded on the door again, becoming impatient.

"yeah, coming. calm your farm!" yn called, making her way to the door.

she wasn't looking at the door as she opened it, trying to dig through her makeup bag to find her beauty blender. as they walked through the door, yn actually glanced up at them, "charlie? what are you doing here?"

he continued walking through the hallway, taking in yn's new home, "you just let me in."

she followed behind him, ditching her makeup bag, "i wouldn't have if i knew it was you!"

"oh come on, yn, we both know you would have." charles stopped in her kitchen and turned around to face her.

"i wouldn't of." yn stood her ground.

they stared at each other for a moment, before yn began moving, stopping behind charles and putting both of her hands straight into her back. charles stumbled forward, and turned around, staring at yn with an unbelieving look on his face.

"what was that for?" he exclaimed.

"get out!" yn replied, pointing towards her door.

"i'm not leaving until we talk." charles stood his ground, this time ready for her shove, not moving.

"fine. you have like five minutes. i have plans." yn gave in, pulling out one of her kitchen stools to sit on.

charles followed suit, pulling out the stool next to hers and turning to face her, "i'm sorry."

yn laughed, almost spitting in charles' face.

"i am. i miss the old ways. i miss you. what can we do to fix us?" charles asked, sincerity in his eyes.

"nothing, charlie. there is no 'us' anymore." yn softly replied.

"surely there is something we can do?" charles pleaded, debating whether he should literally get on his hands and knees and beg.

"no charles. we're done-" charles began to speak, cutting her off, by she silenced him with a look, "look, i called my mum and the first thing she said was that 'it was for the best'. i have to remind myself that, the more i gave, you'd want me less. i can't be your friend. it's just better, now that we don't talk."

"you don't mean that." charles muttered, lowering his eyes to his fidgeting hands.

"i do. i don't have to pretend that i want to be on a mega yacht, with important men, who think important thoughts. i'm on my way back to my dignity." yn argued, her voice pulling charles' eyes up to hers.

"yn, i will do anything to fix it. i'm so sorry. it's all my fault. yn, please." charles begged.

"you know i had to tell your friends, the ones we shared dinners and long weekends with?" yn asked, "i had to pretend it was platonic, but we'd just ended."

"yn, i'm willing to do anything to get you back again. just give me one more chance." charles pleaded.

"no. charlie. it's best now that we don't talk." yn raised from her seat and grabbed his hand, which he immediately latched onto. she easily led him away from her kitchen and to her door, leaving him standing in her hallway, but not before planting a kiss on his cheek.

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"he said what?!" your best friend exclaimed, her eyes bascially buldging out of her head.

"what. an. asshole." julia, a girl in the club bathroom added in.

yn and her bff had sat in the club bathroom for the past hour, relaying the story of her afternoon to her bff and the other three women who had sat there to help the pair shit talk charles.

"i think i would've punched him in the face, honestly." chloe scoffed.

"how did he even get your new address?" amelia asked, "is he stalking you?"

yn pondered for a moment, "i think pierre probably gave it to him. but enough about me and my shitty ex. why are you three crying in the club bathroom?"

"the guy i'm talking to right now, he is so not over his ex and he is just like, leading me along." amelia answered, slightly shrugging.

"what is with men and being assholes?" yn shook her head, "you deserve so much better. dump him!"

"he's so hot though!" amelia rebutted.

"hot guys are usually the worst ones." chloe said, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the group.

"you're better than this." your bff assured amelia, placing a comforting hand on her arm. amelia gave a small smile, one that didn't meet her eyes, and nodded.

"come on. let's just get drunk and forget about all the asshole men in this world. in this stupid little tiny country." yn stated, jumping off the counter and clasping her hands.

"unless they buy us drinks." julia added.

"unless they buy us drinks." yn reaffirmed

authors note thank you guys for so much love on my first post, it's actually mad! also thank you for everyone who requested a part 2. idk if this is very good and its not very long, but here we are! also if you want to be tagged please leave a comment!

[gracie-eilish]

Can we have 7 and 15? And can it be a fluff please🤍🤍

7. c’mere mama

15. shhhh, close your eyes

fluff (cw: mention of intoxication/drinking)

an: that photo in the middle is my new fave photo of her🥹 she looks so happy and pwetty😍

“woah,” billie slurred, bumping into the door frame. you stifled a snort while reaching out to grab her from behind.

after a very successful 21st birthday for her, the two of you (very tipsily) were finally home.

“you okay bils?” you giggled as she tried to lock the door behind you.

“yes,” she said completely deadpan trying to fight with the doorknob before clicking the lock into place.

“ok now i’m okay. phew! that,” she booped your nose, “was a thinker.”

with a giggle, you pushed her softly against the wall, kissing her between snorts and chuckles.

“billie?”

“yeah, baby?”

“you look so pretty like this.” billie blushed, actually blushed, and giggled at your comment, trying to look away bashfully.

truth be told she did look perfect. her dark hair was slightly tousled, her skin was flushed from the night and now even more so from your flirting, her eyes hooded and glazed, lips a little swollen and pink..

“noo don’t hide from me, my pretty birthday girl.”

you smothered her pink cheeks with kisses, reveling in the sound of her drunken giggles and squeals; you pulled away smiling. she smiled right back at you before throwing herself into your arms for a hug.

“ok tipsy, let’s go eat some food, yeah?” she nodded sleepily against your shoulder, letting you drag her by the hand over to the barstools beneath your kitchen counter.

after a long tipsy debate, you both settled on ordering a bunch of small things on doordash. while you two waited for your food to arrive, you got ready for bed (as best as you could) before snuggling up on the couch together. but not without a few distracting makeout sessions between skincare steps and while changing into pjs.

in the living room, billie giggled after you tripped on the rug, nearly face planting into the ottoman.

“how are you so drunk missy?” she looked at you with knowing eyes. “because if i recall correctly someone doesn’t turn 21 for 6 1/2 more months.”

“shhhhh, close your eyes.” you lightly traced your fingers from her eyes down her cheeks, before settling between her body and the back couch cushion. “nobody needs to know anything.” you shot her a wink.

🎂❤️❄️

after finishing up your food, and dragging a half asleep billie from the couch, you two finally were heading to bed. billie’s steps were still a little wobbly, yours weren’t much better.

“you’re so good at taking care of me,” she mumbled, eyes practically full of hearts and sparkles as she looked up at you.

“babygirl,” you pouted at her sweetness. “it’s my favorite job in the whole world. and i’ll keep taking care of you till we’re old and wrinkly and i can’t hear a word you’re saying anymore.” her smile grew tenfold as she reached up on her tip toes to kiss your cheek.

grabbing your hand, she led the way to get into bed. flopping onto the bed first before holding her arms out for you.

“c’mere mama,” she wiggled her fingers as if you beckon you closer. “ugh so much better.” she mumbled once you were snuggled under the blankets. she shifted to rest her head on your chest, arms tightening around your waist. your own hand was tracing shapes on her back while the other held her arm softly.

“billie, baby,” you whispered, hoping she was still awake. her glossy blue eyes opened up again, more hooded than before, but enough to signal a response from her.

“do you know what time it is?” she shook her head, turning to look at the clock on the nightstand.

2:54am.

she looked back at you confused.

“it’s after midnight. it’s officially your birthday,” her sleepy eyes widened a bit, lids dropping every time she blinked.

you leaned down pressing a few soft kisses to her forehead, making her hum in content.

“happy birthday my love.” she kissed your jaw sleepily.

“i love you so fucking much,” she said in her little voice making you both burst out laughing.

“i love you more bils, so much fucking more.”

[honeygrahambitch]

"So, Hannibal, seeing that we are having a very lovely dinner," Bedelia started, looking at her own leg being the piece de resistance, "have you told Will about Anthony?"

Hannibal brought the wine glass to his lips in a bit of a hurried manner.

"Anthony." Will repeated the name. "Anthony." He said and turned to Hannibal.

"You met Anthony, my dear. Or, at least, you saw him. Heart-shaped."

Will nodded as the image of the body shaped heart from Palermo flashed through his mind. "What did he do to end up like that?"

"He might have twisted Hannibal in an uncomfortable position." Bedelia said as she gracefully reached for her own glass.

Will put his fork down and arched an eyebrow.

"He was clearly interested in me but I didn't return his feelings."

"Debatable." Bedelia commented. Hannibal looked at her as if he was giving her a warning.

"Not at all."

"Please." Will stopped Hannibal. "I want to hear about it." He said and nodded towards Bedelia.

"I am missing details, forgive me, Will. I don't know what happened after they slept together. But Hannibal was so annoyed he killed him."

Will turned his head back to Hannibal.

"I am really pleased with the new oven." Hannibal commented and admired the piece of meat he had just carved.

"Slept? Together?"

"I'll give him that, Anthony looked just like you."

"Pardon?"

"He was having a hard time. He doesn't deserve the benefit of the doubt but his misery makes for a good defense that he might use."

"I am right here." Hannibal said even though he did not dare to look Will in the eye.

"Misery?" Will asked.

"In the nights when he wouldn't cry himself to sleep with a bottle of wine he would get himself a man...or two. As a coping method, you know?" Bedelia replied as she tasted a piece of her own leg. She had nothing else to lose.

"Wow." Will said and laughed nervously, giving away some sort of anger. "I was the one with perforated guts yet poor dr. Lecter was feeling miserable. And in top of that sleeping with men who looked like me."

"I hope you are aware this is the last night that tongue of yours is in your mouth." Hannibal threatened elegantly and looked at Bedelia.

"No, I insist on hearing more." Will encouraged Bedelia. "Imagine coping by having sex. I couldn't afford that since I was in the hospital for a few months."

"I am not proud of it. And all of them lasted for a maximum of 12 hours. I could not bear the thought of giving my affection to someone who was not you."

"Really?" Will asked. "Not even to your wife?"

Bedelia had not seen that coming. She had to keep Will on her side.

"That is different. She is a woman."

"I have noticed that much."

"I could also bring up the fact that you got yourself a wife. And forgot about me." Hannibal said. "Besides, we are currently eating my ex-wife. You did not agree with eating yours. Did you hear me make a fuss about it? I don't think so, amore."

Will sighed. "No, you never make a fuss about anything, Hannibal. Just imagine if I had been the one to sleep with hundreds of men."

"I would ask for their business cards. Just for my own curiosity." Hannibal replied honestly trying to look as innocent as a lamb. "Do you know what I find curious? Bedelia had insisted all along that she had been so drugged she had forgotten everything. Yet she remembers each man we had for dinner." Hannibal added and clapped his hands.

"This is a miracle. Dr. du Maurier retrieved her memories." Will said and smiled funnily in a deadly way. He was not sure whether Hannibal or Bedelia should be his next victim.

"They come and go." Bedelia said as she grabbed the grapes in front of her. "Like the men Hannibal slept with."

[leviathans-watching]

hi sophie! you can deny this request if it's too suggestive for you, but i was wondering if you could write how the brothers react to an MC that walks around the house shirtless/in a sports bra if they're fem bodied when it gets too warm? it's super hot this summer and i've been doing this recently to calm down haha

no worries if you can't! anyway i hope you're well :3

~ nessa ♡

seeing you shirtless

includes: lucifer, mammon, asmo, beel x/& gn!reader (no pronouns/body type mentioned/described)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: oml this was so fun to write ty for this idea!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!

warnings: minorly suggestive (thirsty brothers), explicit language

please reblog <3

➳ lucifer is a gentleman, so he doesn’t comment on your choice of–lack of–attire, however, he finds himself looking more often than is polite, more often than he should, studiously taking in the unfamiliar slope of your shoulders, the way your spine sits in your back. you’re magnetic, and though he tries to be subtle he’s sure you’ve caught him staring by now. perhaps that’s why you keep entering the room, stopping to stretch directly in his line of sight with a poorly concealed smile across your lips. lucifer tears his eyes away, looking at his book, but the words are incomprehensible.

➳ mammon wonders if his blush is permanently on his face. he’s seen you in a swimsuit before, hell, more than once, but this is somehow different. maybe it’s because you’re in his house, in his room, acting in such a familiar way in such a familiar setting but looking so unfamiliar, like something straight out of his dreams. and look, it’s not like he’s trying to objectify you or anything, but he can't deny that you’re attractive. distantly, he wonders if you have any freckles previously undiscovered, before he shakes himself. he’s the great mammon! he shouldn’t be swayed by some human! and yet… god, even his ears are red.

➳ asmo whistles, eyes wide. you’d been complaining about the heat lately, something asmo’d totally forgotten was a thing, given that he was a demon in the fiery pits of hell and all, but he’d never thought this would be your solution. instead of being shy, you wink at him, continuing to wipe down the glass of the sliding door, body moving in such interesting, delectable ways. look what you’ve done to him, made him fantasize over cleaning for god’s sake! asmo continues to watch, debating the merits of stripping out of his own shirt as well.

➳ beel doesn’t notice for a long moment, but when he does, he can’t stop himself from admiring your body, loving how it looks in its natural shape. he loves everything about you, something he hopes you know, and can’t believe how lucky he is. for once, he's not hungry, sated with the feat in front of his eyes. or maybe he’s more hungry. hard to tell. but he’s nothing if not polite, so he acts as if nothing’s happened, taking care to maintain eye contact with you respectfully, even offering his help with chores. but when you turn around… damn, he’s so lucky.

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[minxmut-cafe]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (Established relationship)

Warning : Cat calling, Jimin is a demonic little shit, reader is a menace, ass smacking, lots of it. Too much of it actually, peaches and cream?

Authors note : A new RM fic is ON THE WAY. I'll be posting it soon. I'm not good at smut soooo i hope y'all don't mind that lolol but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Synopsis:

"A playful marriage spirals into chaos as you and Jimin engage in outrageous cat-calls, demonic butt-slaps, and hilarious battles of affection and sass!"

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Jimin is in the kitchen, making himself a snack, and you can’t help but ogle him as he moves around.

You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms with a sly grin. “Damn, who let a whole meal walk into my kitchen?”

Jimin pauses mid-reach for a plate, glancing over his shoulder at you with a raised brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Mr. Park,” you say, taking a step closer and letting out an exaggerated whistle. “Look at you, all good-looking and fine. Did the peach get riper this season, or is it just my imagination?”

He sighs, shaking his head, but you can see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Y/N, we’ve been married for two years. Are you still going to do this every day?”

“Every. Single. Day,” you declare, walking up behind him and slapping his butt playfully. “Can you blame me, though? Look at this! It’s a work of art.”

Jimin turns around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, feigning exasperation. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re irresistible,” you counter, winking at him. “So who’s really at fault here?”

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “You do realize you’re basically a walking HR violation in our own house, right?”

“Please, you love it,” you tease, poking his chest. “Admit it. You’d miss me if I stopped hyping you up.”

Jimin chuckles, pulling you closer by the waist. “Maybe,” he says softly, his tone dropping into that dangerously smooth range, “but you’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise, I’d report you for harassment.”

You grin, looping your arms around his neck. “Oh, please. You’d be lost without me.”

“Debatable,” he teases, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “But keep calling me good-looking, and maybe I’ll let you stick around.”

You pout rolling your eyes and comments "but you are good looking...and have a thick ass" your eyes get all hungry while staring at his but and he cuts the notion off with a glare

A few days later, It’s a lazy weekend at home, and Jimin is just trying to get some chores done while you’re determined to make his life hilariously difficult.

Jimin is folding laundry in the living room, oblivious to your mischievous gaze as you watch him from the couch. He bends slightly to grab another shirt, and you seize the opportunity.

“Damn!” you say loudly, making him jump.

He glances over his shoulder at you, unimpressed. “What now?”

You pout dramatically, tilting your head. “You’re too good-looking, it’s distracting. I can’t even focus on scrolling my phone!”

Jimin rolls his eyes but smirks as he turns back to the laundry. “You’re ridiculous.”

You get up and saunter over to him, poking his butt with your finger. “I mean, it’s your fault for walking around with this thing.”

“Y/N!” he protests, though the pink creeping up his neck betrays his amusement.

“Oh, don’t act shy now,” you say, fanning yourself exaggeratedly. “It’s like the peach just keeps getting riper. What are you eating these days?”

Jimin snorts, shaking his head as he folds another shirt. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“Good,” you quip, flopping back onto the couch. “At least you’ll suffer knowing you look too fine to function.”

Later that day, Jimin is fixing something under the sink in the kitchen when he gets too warm and casually pulls off his shirt, tossing it aside. You freeze mid-drink, your eyes locking on him like a predator spotting prey.

“Oh no,” you whisper dramatically, gripping the counter for support. “Here we go again.”

Jimin straightens up, wiping his forehead, and finally notices your exaggerated expression. “What are you—”

Before he can finish, you fan yourself with one hand, letting out a loud, fake moan. “Park Jimin, stop! I’m only human!”

He blinks at you, lips parting in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

“Serious about how good you look? Yes,” you say, biting your lip playfully. “This isn’t fair, Jimin. How am I supposed to focus when you’re walking around half-naked?”

Jimin shakes his head, laughing, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying it. “I’m literally just fixing the sink.”

“You’re ruining my life,” you declare dramatically, pretending to swoon. “I might have to call HR. Oh wait—we’re married! There’s no HR!”

He sighs, grabbing his shirt and tossing it at you. “You’re impossible.”

You clutch the shirt to your chest, grinning. “And you’re irresistible.”

Later that evening, Jimin’s just trying to get ready for bed, but you’re leaning against the bathroom doorframe, watching him brush his teeth like it’s the most captivating thing you’ve ever seen.

“Park Jimin,” you say, shaking your head. “Even brushing your teeth looks hot. How do you do that?”

He spits out the toothpaste, shooting you a tired look in the mirror. “Are you ever going to stop?”

You step into the bathroom, leaning on the counter beside him. “Never. You signed up for this when you married me.”

Jimin rinses his mouth, sighing. “I married you for your charm, not your ability to catcall me 24/7.”

“Well,” you say, shrugging, “you got both, so you’re welcome.”

As he puts his toothbrush away, you give his butt a playful slap. “Still riper by the second, I see.”

He groans, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. “If I didn’t love you so much, I’d be filing harassment complaints right now.”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Love me too much to resist me, huh?”

“Debatable,” he teases, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “But keep this up, and I might start charging you for all this eye candy.”

You gasp, feigning offense. “Charge me? Please, you should be paying me for appreciating your artful beauty.”

Jimin just laughs, pulling you toward the bedroom. “Come on, you menace. Time for bed before you get any more ideas.”

“No promises,” you sing-song, poking his side as you follow him.

After dinner, You’re lying on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Jimin cleans up in the kitchen. You glance over, watching him move around, wiping down the counter. His broad shoulders flex slightly as he stretches to grab something, and you immediately sit up.

“Excuse me,” you call out.

Jimin turns around, a dish towel in hand. “What?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you trying to distract me on purpose? Be honest.”

He looks confused. “I’m cleaning the kitchen.”

“Exactly!” you say, standing up and pointing at him. “You’re cleaning too attractively. It’s criminal.”

Jimin lets out an incredulous laugh, tossing the towel on the counter. “I think you’re just looking for an excuse to bother me.”

“Oh, trust me, I don’t need an excuse,” you reply, sauntering up to him. “But since you’re giving me one…”

You give his butt another playful slap, grinning when he jumps slightly.

“Y/N!” he protests, trying not to laugh.

“What?” you ask innocently, tilting your head. “I’m just appreciating my husband’s many assets.”

He shakes his head, wiping his hands on the towel. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible,” you counter, leaning in to peck his lips. “So I guess we’re even.”

Later, in the bedroom, Jimin’s standing in front of the closet, deciding which pajamas to wear. He finally settles on a plain white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweats, pulling them on while you sit cross-legged on the bed, watching him like a hawk.

When he turns around, you let out another dramatic whistle, fanning yourself for emphasis. “Whew, somebody call the fire department. This man is too hot to handle!”

Jimin groans, covering his face with his hands. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I’m married to the most attractive man on the planet,” you say, crawling across the bed toward him. “And I think it’s only fair I remind you of that every five minutes.”

“Every five minutes?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine, every two minutes,” you say with a smirk, running your hands up his chest. “You’re welcome.”

Jimin chuckles, grabbing your wrists and gently pulling your hands away. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I don’t charge for these compliments,” you retort, sticking your tongue out at him.

He rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Come on, let’s go to bed before you completely lose your mind.”

In bed, As you settle under the covers, Jimin reaches over to turn off the lamp, but you stop him by grabbing his arm.

“Wait,” you say, your voice suddenly serious.

He freezes, looking down at you in concern. “What is it?”

You reach up, cupping his face dramatically. “I just need to say… you’re really, really good-looking. Like, offensively good-looking. And I need you to stop.”

Jimin stares at you for a moment, blinking, before bursting into laughter. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m serious!” you insist, grinning. “I’m over here trying to sleep, and you’re just lying next to me looking like a literal god. How am I supposed to rest?”

He leans down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Maybe I’ll wear a bag over my head tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare,” you say, pulling him down for a kiss. “I didn’t marry you to cover up all this perfection.”

Jimin laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Fine. But only because I love you.”

“And because you secretly love my constant flirting,” you add smugly.

“Debatable,” he teases, though the smile on his face says otherwise.

The next morning, Jimin wakes up and he's in the mood for some sweet sweet revenge. From the moment you step out of the bedroom that morning, Jimin is already prepared to unleash his vengeance.

You walk into the living room, still yawning and stretching, when suddenly—

“WHOOO-WEE! Look at you!” Jimin whistles loudly, startling you so much that you nearly trip over the coffee table. “Baby, is it just me, or did that rack get even more majestic overnight?”

You freeze, your jaw dropping. “Jimin!” you gasp, turning to glare at him.

But Jimin isn’t done. He leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and smirking. “Don’t give me that pouty look, babe. You know you look good enough to eat. Speaking of…” He tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your backside. “Would you mind if I had some cream with that peach today?”

Your face goes up in flames. “You—you can’t just say stuff like that!” you sputter, your voice cracking.

Jimin shrugs innocently. “Why not? You’ve been doing it all week.” He struts over to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Turnabout’s fair play, right?”

You try to back away, but Jimin closes the gap, his hand landing on your hip. Before you can stop him—

SMACK!

His hand collides with your backside in a slap so loud and so forceful, you nearly see stars. Your spine straightens instantly, and a scandalized gasp escapes your lips. “JIMIN!”

He grins, completely unrepentant. “What? That’s for all those love taps you’ve been giving me. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You glare at him, your face still burning. “That was demonic! I felt that in my SOUL!”

Jimin laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you pout. “Aw, don’t act like you don’t love it. You’ve been asking for this all week, babe.”

Jimin doesn’t let up, not even for a second. As you walk around the house trying to go about your day, he’s constantly on your case, his cartoonish comments getting more ridiculous by the minute.

When you bend down to pick up the laundry basket, he lets out an exaggerated “Ohhh, would you LOOK at that?!” complete with an ear-piercing whistle.

You shoot him a glare over your shoulder. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he replies smugly. “I’m just admiring the view. What’s that thing you always say? Oh yeah—‘Does the peach get riper by the season?’” He chuckles when you let out a frustrated groan.

Later, while you’re cooking lunch, Jimin casually strolls into the kitchen, shirtless and grinning like he owns the place. He leans against the counter, watching you intently.

“Hey, babe,” he says, his voice dripping with fake innocence.

You don’t even look up. “What now?”

He smirks, tilting his head. “You need help stirring the pot, or are you already doing that by just standing there looking like that?”

You nearly drop the spoon. “Jimin, I swear—”

He cuts you off with another slap to your backside, this one just as demonic as the first. The sound echoes through the kitchen, and you yelp, spinning around to glare at him.

“Jimin!”

“What?” he says with a grin, shrugging. “You’re just so cute when you’re mad. Can’t help myself.”

You’re still sulking on the couch when Jimin leans in, his cheeky grin lighting up the room. "Admit it, babe. You don’t have what it takes to beat me at my own game," he teases, winking at you.

You narrow your eyes at him, a competitive spark igniting in your chest. “Oh, you think so, huh?”

“I know so,” he replies smugly, leaning back like he’s already won. “You’ve been whining about my slaps all day. No way you’re tough enough to keep up.”

That’s it. The gauntlet has been thrown.

You stand up abruptly, fixing him with a determined glare. “Alright, Park Jimin. You wanna play? Game on.”

Jimin’s smirk falters for a split second before returning in full force. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

It starts innocently enough—or as innocent as this ridiculous war can get. You’re walking past him in the kitchen when you see your opening. With lightning-fast reflexes, you swing your hand and land a solid slap on Jimin’s backside.

SMACK!

Jimin barely flinches. Instead, he turns to you with an amused grin. “That’s all you got? Weak.”

“Oh, just you wait,” you mutter, already plotting your next move.

But Jimin doesn’t give you a chance to strike again. As you turn away, he retaliates with a slap so loud it echoes through the house.

SMACK!

You yelp, stumbling forward as the sting radiates through your entire body. “JIMIN!”

He laughs, completely unrepentant. “What’s wrong, babe? You look like you felt that one all the way in your spine.”

You glare at him, your cheeks burning. “Oh, you are so going to regret this.”

The battle intensifies as the day goes on. No moment is safe.

You’re lounging on the couch, pretending to watch TV, when Jimin walks past. Without warning, you lunge at him, landing a slap that makes his muscles ripple under your hand.

SMACK!

He stops in his tracks, turning to you with a raised eyebrow. “You really think that’s gonna faze me?”

“It will if I keep going,” you taunt, wiggling your fingers in the air like you’re gearing up for round two.

Jimin smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “We’ll see about that.”

Before you can react, he lands another one of his demonic slaps, this one so forceful you nearly tumble off the couch.

“JIMIN!” you shriek, clutching the armrest for support. “You’re insane!”

“And you’re adorable when you’re mad,” he quips, strutting away like he owns the place.

The slaps are one thing, but the constant cat-calling takes this war to a whole new level.

When you bend down to grab something from the fridge, Jimin lets out an exaggerated whistle. “Daaaamn, babe! Is that peach getting riper by the hour, or am I imagining things?”

You whirl around, your face flushed. “Will you stop?”

“Not a chance,” he replies, grinning. “You’ve been doing this to me all week. Fair’s fair.”

Determined to turn the tables, you wait until Jimin takes his shirt off while doing laundry. As soon as his abs come into view, you fan yourself dramatically. “Oh no! Someone call the fire department because this man is too hot to handle!”

Jimin rolls his eyes, chuckling. “You’re ridiculous.”

But you’re not done. You press your hand to your chest, moaning his name like a swooning soap opera star. “Jimin! Oh, Jimin! You’re so…so…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” he warns, though the grin tugging at his lips betrays him.

By evening, it’s clear that neither of you is backing down. The slaps have become so intense that your cheeks are literally sore.

You’re standing by the dining table when Jimin sneaks up behind you, landing a slap so fierce that your knees nearly buckle.

“Park Jimin!” you shriek, spinning around to glare at him. “That’s it. You’re going down.”

“Oh, really?” he challenges, crossing his arms. “What are you gonna do about it?”

With a mischievous grin, you step closer, pretending to reach for his shoulder. Then, with all the strength you can muster, you swing your hand and land the most demonic slap of the day.

SMACK!

Jimin actually stumbles forward, his eyes widening in shock. “Yah! Are you trying to break me?”

You smirk triumphantly. “Maybe. How does it feel, Mr. Tough Guy?”

Jimin rubs his backside, laughing. “Alright, I’ll admit it. That was impressive.”

“Thank you,” you reply, bowing dramatically. “I’ll take my trophy now.”

But Jimin isn’t done. “Not so fast, babe.”

Before you can escape, he pulls you into his arms, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “This isn’t over.”

You shiver, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through you. “Oh, it’s so over.”

Jimin chuckles, his grip tightening. “We’ll see about that.”

[little-diable]

Darling oh Darling - Cowboy!Jasper Hale (smut)

Yes, I'm in a cowboy mood alright, y'all just have to endure it for a while. But I have to say, I truly love how this turned out, so I think y'all will be able to forgive me for this current fixation. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader works at Carlisle Cullen's ranch, where she crosses paths with one of his sons, a guy who instantly catches her interest.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), quite fluffy, yet filthy

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.8k words)

“You alright there, darlin’?” The man’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet his golden ones. Jasper Hale, son of the owner on whose ranch (y/n) was currently working. She hadn’t crossed paths with Jasper yet, had only studied him from a safe distance, feeling an ever-growing respect for the man who handled horses better than anybody else she knew.

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know how I got them all tangled up.” Her eyes wandered back down to the reins she held, trying to untangle them. His chuckles left her smiling, growing stiff as his cold hand found hers, gently pulling the reins from her grasp. Within seconds Jasper had them untangled, smirking in victory. “How did you do that?”

“Just takes lots of practice, but don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it eventually. (Y/n), is it?” Jasper took off his cowboy hat, combing through his golden locks before he placed the hat back on his head, leaning against the stable door. (Y/n) could only hum, eyes momentarily wandering up and down his frame, trying not to pay the way his clothes fit him all too perfectly any attention, muscles bulging beneath the fabrics. “It’s good to have a face to that name finally, my dad seems to have a soft spot for you.”

“Carlisle’s great, I’m very thankful for everything he’s done for me.” Carlisle and (y/n) had crossed paths at the hospital, sharing details about one another as he had taken a look at her gaping wound. And within a few minutes, she had left his room with a job offer, debating working at his ranch for the summer. Carlisle had given her the ticket out of a toxic household, allowing her to figure out where she truly belonged, and what she wanted to do with the rest of her life – and what better place for a time away from home than a ranch filled with kind people. 

“Well, we’re very happy about having a new helping hand around, especially one that’s this pretty to look at.” If she had been drinking something, (y/n) probably would have choked on her sip, eyes growing wide at the comment that had just rolled off Jasper’s tongue. She struggled to come up with a reply, not used to hearing words like these from a man who looked as handsome as Jasper, but she was saved by the call of his name, forcing him away from her with a quiet “See you around, darlin’” leaving him. 

……

“(Y/n)!” Her head whipped towards the meadow, squinting her eyes to look at Jasper, blinded by the bright sun. “Come on over here, darlin’.”

She walked through the high grass, grinning at the guys who were standing close to Jasper, holding onto their horses’ reins. With her hands placed on her waist, she came to a halt close to the grinning man who had called for her, waiting for him to keep on speaking, wondering why he had called her over in the first place. 

“We’re about to go for a ride, Emmett’s desperate for some adventure.” Her eyes found the golden ones of Jasper’s brother, shooting Emmett a quick smile before her gaze flickered back to the brother she found herself drawn to. “You wanna join us?”

“Well, I have no horse.” Jasper’s soft chuckles left her heart skipping beats, trying not to spare the anticipation bubbling inside of her much thought as he reached his hand out for her to take. His cold touch was happily welcomed, biting down her relieved groan at the coldness momentarily distracting her from the heat of the sun. 

“You can ride with me, but I can’t promise we’ll go slow.” She stared up at him with a challenging grin tugging on her lips, slowly shaking her head as she let go of his hand, swinging herself up onto his horse. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not one for taking things slowly.” The other guys shared her chuckles, grinning at the two as Jasper saddled up behind (y/n), wrapping an arm around her waist to press her against his chest.

“Good, we like a good challenge around here, darlin’.” With his heel pressed into his horse’s side, they started riding, chasing after the other guys who had already started riding away from the ranch, through the high grass. (Y/n) tried not to focus on the feeling of Jasper’s muscular front pressing against her back, tried not to focus on the feeling of his middle meeting her behind with every fast trod, unable to focus on the beautiful nature they were racing through. 

Her heart was pounding, fuelled by excitement, finally able to feel that carefree sensation she had been hungry for. She hadn’t felt like this in years, able to let go of her worries, to enjoy the company of people who made her feel safe, people who seemed to genuinely enjoy having her around. 

“You alright, feeling comfortable?” Jasper rasped his words, breath clashing against her neck as he spoke to her, accent growing thicker with every syllable rolling off his tongue. (Y/n) could only hum, leaning further into his grasp, not wanting to escape this closeness anytime soon. She tried not to overthink it, tried not to analyse the way he behaved around her, but yet (y/n) couldn’t help but hope he felt that same pull in his chest, wanting to feel her even closer, even more intimately. 

……

The sound of the crackling wood left her smiling, sinking further into the chair she was sitting on, wrapped up in a warm blanket. They had returned from their ride a few hours ago, splitting up to go shower, feed their horses and finish their jobs for the day before they met here, at the bonfire.

One of the guys had brought his guitar, singing some songs for the group as they enjoyed their beer, whisky, and the company of one another. Jasper was sitting next to her, wearing a big dark jacket that almost swallowed his whole upper body, paired with his dark hat that perfectly sat atop his golden locks. She could watch the reflection of the dancing fire in his pupils, admiring the way his eyes seemed to change colour now and then. 

“Thank you for taking me with you today.” (Y/n) murmured the words towards Jasper, smiling at the man who turned his head towards her, no longer focusing on his brothers. He matched her smile, hand reaching out to grasp hers for a moment, squeezing her fingers. The touch almost left her gasping, still not used to feeling this breathless around Jasper. 

“Of course, thank you for joining us, darlin’. I enjoy having you around.” For a second she could watch his gaze flicker from her eyes to her lips, a second that was over way too soon, wondering if she had only imagined it. Did he feel the same excitement she did? Did he feel the same pull inside his chest? “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I never saw a sky this starry anywhere else.”

He had his gaze now focused on the sky, hand still holding onto hers. (Y/n) allowed herself to study Jasper for another second before she followed his gaze, admiring the stars twinkling for them. The sight had something so calming to it that (y/n) feared she’d never be able to rip her eyes away again. Her heart began to slow its beat, distracted by the view she was now focusing on, slowly adjusting to feeling Jasper this close. 

“It is, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” Her whispers made him chuckle, tightening his grip on her as he felt her shudder. She felt him growing tense for just a moment, debating his next move before he murmured her name, forcing her to look at him. 

“C’mon, move over. Carlisle would kill me if I’d let you freeze.” Heat flushed through her as she slowly rose to her feet, chuckling in surprise as Jasper pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped around her. With her face nuzzled into his neck, high on the musky scent of his cologne, she tried to focus on the warmth his big jacket emanated, distracting her from the cool touch of his. 

“Thank you.” The words were murmured against his skin, barely audible, yet Jasper picked up on them all too easily. He rested his chin on her head, grinning at his brothers who raised their eyebrows at him, smirking at Jasper. From the first moment he had spoken to (y/n), Jasper had known that she was destined to be his, belonging to the man who had yet to share the family secret with her, hoping that she wouldn’t run from him and the life he could offer her. 

“Tired?” Jasper felt her growing relaxed in his touch, breaths growing softer. A hum left (y/n), eyes no longer open, clinging to the comfort his closeness offered, luring her further into sleep’s trap. Before she could even realise what he was doing, Jasper rose to his feet, arms tightly wrapped around her to carry (y/n) towards the house. She was too tired to protest, allowing Jasper to step into the room she was staying in, placing her down on her bed. 

“Will you stay?”

……

A groan ripped through (y/n) as her eyes fluttered open. It took her eyes a second to focus, breath hitching in her chest. Jasper was lying next to her, one arm wrapped around (y/n)’s waist, the other placed behind his head. His chest was bare – just the sight shot shudders down her spine, slowly remembering how she had asked him to stay. 

“Morning, darlin’.” His golden eyes met hers, grinning at the way she clearly struggled to speak up, tongue running along her lower lip, heavily swallowing before she murmured a soft “Morning”. Jasper’s chuckles vibrated through his body, he tightened his grip on her, allowing his free hand to cup her cheek, “Now, don’t grow all shy on me.” 

“Sorry.” (Y/n) didn’t know what to say, not daring to look away as she felt his thumb on her lip, softly stroking her skin. The touch left her shuddering, silently praying that he’d close the gap between them. And with a smile tugging on Jasper’s lips, he seemed to answer her prayer, softly kissing her, giving (y/n) a chance to pull away before he’d deepen the kiss.

But she kept close, hands getting tangled in his locks, gasping against his mouth as he shifted them around, hovering over her. His tongue found hers as his hands disappeared beneath her shirt, exploring her soft skin, momentarily freezing before he found her breasts. He pulled away from her, leaving (y/n) whimpering at the sudden loss, “Tell me if you want me to stop, don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, darlin’.”

“Touch me, Jasper, fuck, been thinking of this for way too long.” The words she spoke left Jasper groaning, lips finding hers again as his hands cupped her breasts, tugging on her hardening nipples. He shifted around, and pressed his knee against her clothed heat, giving her just enough friction to coax a moan out of her, begging him for more. 

“Been thinking of this too, fucked my hand to the thought of you every single morning these past days.” Jasper’s raspy voice made her drip, grinding her core against his thigh in a desperate need for more friction, needing to feel his fingers closer to her cunt. “Such an eager girl, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” 

With the fabric of her shirt pushed up to her chest, Jasper kissed his way down her stomach, moving further down the mattress to rest between (y/n)'s thighs, slowly pulling her damp panties down her legs. He looked at her with lust laced in his gaze, eyes darker than ever before, forcing her blood to sing in her ears at the mere sight of Jasper. 

His warm breath clashed against her cunt, eyes meeting hers as he sucked on her pulsing bundle, tongue brushing through her arousal-covered folds for a first taste. Jasper had his arms wrapped around her legs to keep her close, not daring to give (y/n) a chance to move away just yet, set on pushing her over the edge with his tongue before he’ll fuck her.

“I can’t wait to feel you clenching my cock, already so tight around my fingers.” Jasper’s words left (y/n) moaning in excitement, arching her back off the mattress at the feeling of his fingers fucking her, nudging her swollen spot. “Talk to me darlin’, tell me what you need.”

“Just you, fuck, just need you, your fingers, your cock, everything.” The devilish grin Jasper shot her left (y/n) breathless, tightening her grip on her covers as his mouth found its way back to clit. He heard her breaths growing shallow, walls fluttering around his fingers, about to cum with his name rolling off her tongue.

The view had something awfully obscene to it, with him resting between her quivering thighs, pupils fully dark, mouth pressed against her cunt. She was dripping for him, making a mess on the covers, on his mouth that devoured her as if she was his last meal. Without another warning, (y/n) felt her orgasm rocking through her, more violently than any other had ever taken over her system, close to passing out. Heavy pants left her, ripping through her as the sensation kept clinging to her, only allowing her to rest as he slowly pulled away from her. 

“Heaven, you’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’, I’ve never seen something this pretty. I can’t wait to ruin you with my cock.” He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips, chuckling at the excited whimper ripping through (y/n). She tried to wrap her aching thighs around his waist, keeping him close as Jasper shuffled out of his underwear, exposing his twitching cock to her wide eyes. 

“Want to feel all of you, I‘m on the pill, just take me bare, please.” Jasper didn’t comment on the way he didn’t need to use a condom anyways, grinning down at her as he spat into his palm, lubing his aching cock. Their eyes held contact as he pushed into her, groaning loudly at the feeling of her tight walls clenching him. 

Her eyes fluttered close, head pressed further into the pillow to fully focus on the feeling of his calculated, ruthless thrusts. Jasper didn’t hold back, he fucked her into the mattress with a strength that would leave her bruises for weeks. She kept choking on his name, fingernails scratching at his skin, trying to keep herself from cumming too fast, already close to letting go once again.

“Such a pretty sight, wish I could wake up to this every single morning.” Their eyes met for a brief moment, a moment she used to give him a slight push, rolling on top of Jasper. He stared up at her with a smirk, helping her ride him. “Take what you need, such a greedy girl.”

“Need it so bad, don’t let me go, Jas’.” He was mesmerised by the sight of her, allowing one hand to wander up her body, exposing her chest to his hungry eyes. (Y/n) momentarily stopped moving to pull the fabric over her head, fully bare for him and his wandering eyes. Curses rolled off Jasper’s tongue at the sight, hips jerking to meet her movements, needing to push her over the edge. 

She struggled to keep up her pace as the welcomed sensation crawled up her body once again, gasping as Jasper flipped them around once again, fucking her through her high. He watched her fall apart beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, chest heaving. It was a sight he’d never forget, forever remembering their first morning together. 

Jasper came a few seconds later, groaning (y/n)’s name into the crook of her neck, giving it a few more lazy thrusts. For a few moments, they kept quiet, simply holding one another, enjoying the blissful state they were trapped in. Only as Jasper slowly pulled away did (y/n) allow her eyes to flutter open, matching the smile he wore on his lips. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while.” (Y/n) whispered her words, hiding her face behind her hands as Jasper broke out in laughter.

“Good, means I’ve done everything right. But don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you escape this room anytime soon anyway.”