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applejongho · 3 years

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cherry on top | choi jongho

genre: fluff, realistic fiction, humor

character: starbucks employee!jongho

description: Jongho has an interesting run-in with a Karen during his shift at Starbucks.

word count: 2k

warnings: mild swearing

author’s note: jongho as a coffee barista was swimming in my mind for quite some time, so here he is.

masterlist here!

There was something about that coffee stain on Jongho's employee shirt that made it impossible to get rid of. It was likely the mix of the ingredients that had stacked the receipt when it was printed, but Jongho couldn't help but feel she had somehow planned this as he scrubbed harder with bleach.

Jongho wouldn't have guessed the day to turn out as it did, but maybe he should have. Working with the public was always a gamble, but Jongho's optimism blinded him. Most customers were nice enough. Most customers gave a smile when he handed them their overpriced coffee. There weren't too many comments about his red and black hair, and he could shrug off all of them. The compliments were what he remembered.

The day started off normally - with Jongho's coworkers nudging him towards the mound of bagged coffee beans. "I could do it myself, but you just do it quicker, you know?" One of his coworkers had whined, twirling a piece of curly hair around her finger. "It" was picking up the bags of coffee beans to put into the grinder, and Jongho didn't mind it. As he slung a bag over his shoulder with ease and glanced at her, he could swear her face flushed. Perhaps it was just the sun. The sun hit her face like that when he broke apples in half with his bare hands too. It was strange how the universe liked her like that.

After his bean tasks, Jongho took to the drive-thru of the coffee shop. He was told he had a nice voice, but he doubted he sounded that heavenly through a cheap speaker that hadn't been changed for five years. Nonetheless, Jongho enjoyed doing the drive-thru and taking orders. When there were multiple drive-thru lanes open, he would challenge his coworkers to see who could get through orders the fastest. This caused him and his coworkers to resent vans - vans almost always meant there was a large order - a sure loss, unless Jongho's fingers could learn to dance very quickly on the ordering screen.

Taking orders via the drive thru took up his morning, and then he was released for his lunch break. His coworkers had become accustomed to bringing him apples for the sole purpose of him to break them. He didn't mind, and it allowed him to be more comfortable with his coworkers because he could sometimes be shy. "Is that why part of your hair is red?" A coworker had asked him one day after he had broken multiple apples in a row. Jongho shook his head.

"No. Just red," he shrugged, ignoring his coworker's eyebrow raise. "I just like the color red." He thought he looked good with it.

But not everyone agreed - there were some customers that liked to point it out, like he had never seen himself in a reflection before. "You missed the roots," an older woman had told him at the register and gestured to his hair. Jongho added fifty cents to her order.

But for this day in particular, his hair was the reason for his downfall. For the latter half of the day, Jongho would be at the register. He yearned to be in the bar making drinks because it could become so mindless at points, but he was placed in front of the register before he could say anything. He assumed it was because he was the longest working employee out of the staff today, and Jongho vaguely remembered a newbie was working with him. He guessed the manager didn't want them at the register. The register wasn't much different than the drive thru, but there was something about actually seeing the customer or touching their cash or credit card that made it not enjoyable for Jongho.

About an hour into working at the register, Karen walked in. Jongho saw her and his stomach dropped. She looked exactly like a Karen should look: bobbed blonde hair with caramel highlights that were too dark, opaque and round sunglasses, an obnoxiously pink phone case, and a tacky red American flag shirt that said something about how America was blessed. Jongho knew he shouldn't judge people so quickly, but he had dealt with this breed of women before. He had to brace himself for the worst and the unexpected.

"Hello, ma'am," he said cheerfully when Karen got to the front of the line. Her dark sunglasses obscured her eyes, but she was clearly paying attention to her phone instead of him. She suddenly realized she was in Starbucks and lifted up her glasses. She took one look at Jongho's name tag.

"Hello, John," she said, and Jongho had to bite his tongue to keep from making a noise.

"Jongho," he said.

"John," she continued, and listed off her order, Jongho begrudgingly typing it in as she spoke. It's not that hard of a name, he thought to himself as he kept typing. Why was Karen's order so long? Jongho kept translating her vegan, dairy-free, blood-of-firstborn, extra-expresso venti iced coffee into the system until she stopped talking, and even then she wasn't done.

"So is everyone your age just dying their hair like that?" Karen said without prologue. "I'd never let my kid dye their hair like that. It's so unprofessional."

"Thank you," Jongho said, dodging the question and not wanting to provoke her. He hoped his cheeks weren't also red. "Here's your total. Cash or credit?"

Karen pulled out her purse, but not without clicking her tongue in annoyance. "You all really should lower the prices. It's too damn expensive."

Then make your own, Jongho wanted to reply, but he held his tongue. "I wish I could," he said with a smile. Karen frowned in return, and, without warning, dumped her entire coin bag onto the counter. Jongho yelped and scrambled to keep flying pennies and quarters from rolling off of the counter. In the corner of his eye, a coworker ogled Karen.

"I used the bills to buy my groceries, so I'll pay in coins," Karen yawned while Jongho threw himself onto the floor to make sure no coins had reached there. He got up, plastering on a fake smile. He hadn't had a customer like this in a long time, but if he could just get through her, everything would be okay. He reached for her quarters first and began counting dollars. He knew for a fact that his manager wouldn't have tolerated this kind of behavior from a customer, but Jongho knew he could be too soft at times. Besides, her jangling keys on her wrist glimmered and showed off their sharpness. He swore he saw her teeth glimmer as well.

"Hurry up," Karen said after a few seconds. "Count faster."

Jongho considered shoving pennies into her eyes. "Certainly," he said, and tried to pick up his pace. He could feel her eyes burning on his neck as he shoved the change into the cash register. He pushed her receipt over to her and eagerly began with the customer behind her, glad to be ridden of her.

But his escape was short lived. He heard a whine from the corner of the store and knew it was the Karen immediately. He was currently helping out a different customer, but there was no one else in line behind them. He'd deal with it after the customer if things escalated with Karen.

"Are you sure you made this correctly?" Karen snarled at Jongho's coworker, her nostrils flailing. The coworker looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. "This doesn't taste like how it usually does. Make it again."

Jongho wouldn't have done anything - customers asked for drinks to be remade frequently. But this was Karen, and upon further inspection, this was the new employee that his manager had talked about. He couldn't leave her hanging, it would be rude as an older and more experienced employee. Jongho finished ringing up the final customer and went over to Karen and the other coworker.

"Cherry head," Karen growled, and Jongho only raised his eyebrows. That was a new one.

"I'll make a new one, ma'am, sorry," he said, taking the drink from her. "I'm sure you were fine," he muttered to the worried coworker and was pleased to see her smile.

Iced coffee wasn't difficult, and with the lack of new customers Jongho took the time to make sure the drink was entirely accurate. It's not that she deserved a drink, it's that he wanted her out of the store as soon as possible. He even had the temperature right, and gave it a perfect dairy-free whipped cream swirl at the top before handing it back to her.

Karen ogled the drink for a moment, looking back and forth at the cup and Jongho. Then she threw the drink at him.

The whipped cream top hit Jongho square in the face and he could taste it. Then came the slow and cold trickle of the coffee down his apron and shirt underneath, and at that moment, he was so glad she hadn't ordered anything hot.

"I said I didn't want whipped cream!" Karen bellowed, but Jongho's choir practice had made him desensitized to loud vocals. He wiped the whipped cream from his face and looked at Karen straight in the eyes.

"Get out," he said coldly. "There's a Dunkin across the parking lot. They can have your coins." He paused for a moment, and then his mouth twitched upward. "My name is John, you can write me up if you want. I don't care."

"I will be," Karen growled, red-faced and clutching her purse at her side like Jongho was going to reach out and nab it. he couldn't believe Karen thought that she was the victim here when Jongho had a new fluffy white beard adorning his face.

"John's right," a third coworker said, coming from behind. He could vaguely hear his laugh under his voice. "We don't tolerate harassment on our employees. You're the one that could end up in trouble."

Karen stared daggers at this new employee, and Jongho was surprised she didn't jump over the counter to tackle him. "Good riddance, I knew Starbucks was going downhill anyway." She gave one last snarl at Jongho, who fluffed up his hair at her glance, before walking out of the Starbucks.

The three employees were silent, and then Jongho felt a towel touch his arm. "Oh my God, Jongho, I'm sorry," the third coworker said.

"I don't think I've ever been drenched quite as much as I am now," he said, accepting the towel. He began to dry himself off as best he could, but he knew his face and clothes were going to be sticky for the remainder of the shift.

"I think there's another apron in the back," the new coworker said, and then scurried off to get it before Jongho could say anything.

"I'm just glad it wasn't her that got absolutely wrecked by coffee," the other coworker murmured. "I think she might have cried."

Jongho nodded, still drying himself off. It was a terrible feeling, the coffee all over his skin and clothes, but now that she was gone, he couldn't help but smile. It was comical, how insane the public could be. "I hope John gets hell for what he did," he smiled.

"Absolutely," the coworker agreed, laughing. The new coworker arrived back with the apron, which Jongho gratefully took.

"Give me a minute to clean up," he told the both of them before going to the back to inspect the wreckage on his clothes and face. It could have been better, but it also could have been worse. He licked a part of the whipped cream that was near his lips and grimaced at the flavor. Despite it all, Jongho was amused at the situation. It kept him on his toes. It would be a funny story to share at a party. Jongho wrote a note in his phone to re-dye his red tips when he got home. Then, smiling, he returned to work.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“I love you more than coffee.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) (feat. Tae & Jimin) genre: fluff word count: 1.3K

a/n: I swear this was supposed to be like 500 words idk how I do this lmao. AND THIS FIC IS WAY MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT NEEDS TO BE. Anyways, this turned from being a silly Yoon/Kid fic to a mess featuring Tae and Jimin with appearances from Dear and Peaches. Idk what it is, but a Tae fic will be written to expand on what is happening with him and Peaches here. But in terms of Yoon/Kid, I think it shows the easy comfort they have, and that’s why I’m still pleased with this. Anyways, this is sort of edited, sort of not, so I hope it’s easy enough to read. And I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading :))

SUNLIGHT seeped through your bedroom window much earlier than you would have preferred, saturating you and the bump in the sheets next to you in its warm glow of a fresh new day. You desperately wanted to cover yourself back up in the duvet and cuddle into your boyfriend for another hour or three, but the sun was heating you up too much to fall back into slumber.

Instead, you crawled out of bed, not particularly carefully, but quiet enough to hopefully not disturb the man buried in blankets. You and Yoongi were… not morning people. Both of you worked hard in your respective careers and creative outlets day in and day out, and that meant you slept hard.

That also meant you both relied on coffee to get you going every morning, and lots of it. Pulling on a pair of your boyfriend’s sweatpants and some socks, you made your way out of the bedroom, gently shutting the door behind you before dragging your feet toward the kitchen.

Upon entering the room, you found Taehyung and Jimin sitting at the kitchen counter staring off into space, both of them snapping their heads towards you in perfect synchronization at the sound of your entry.

You nearly asked them what the hell they were doing in your apartment before remembering you insisted they stay over after a night of movies, pizza, and drinks turned into Taehyung drunkenly confessing to the three of you that he was thought he was in love with his best friend. Jimin drunkenly told his pal that he’d been there, done that, it came with its challenges, but overall, “10/10 would recommend.”

“I feel like death,” Jimin mumbled, dropping his head onto his arms that were folded on the countertop in front of him. Taehyung continued staring at you before shifting his gaze directly in front of him again, not uttering a word as if the action would trigger the throbbing headache he was trying to fight off with his weapon of choice: silence.

“I’m guessing you guys haven’t eaten,” you said, looking at the two boys, nearly laughing at their states. Jimin shook his head. You gave a single nod, walking to the cupboard to first start with… “Fuck.”

“What?” Jimin lifted his head in slight concern, Taehyung’s eyes moving back to you.

Yoongi’s words from the day before echoed in your head as you sighed.

“I used the last of your coffee this morning.”

He even offered to buy you some more, but you assured him you had to grab a few things anyway, so you’d just pick some up while at the store.

As if some fairy god mother or guardian angel or some shit was looking out for you, you opened the cupboard door in hopes that there would miraculously be a new bag of coffee sitting there. “Well,” you started, finding that the empty spot where the coffee should be was still indeed empty. “That sucks.”

“What’s happening?” Jimin spoke up again, lying his head back down on his arms.

“I forgot to buy coffee,” you admitted, closing the cupboard door.

“Uh oh,” Jimin sing-songed, you turning toward him to shoot him a glare. At that very moment, the three of you heard the shuffling of your waddling boyfriend coming down the hallway. Entering the kitchen, he found the three of you staring at him, causing him to pull a face of confusion.

“What?” He asked, looking from you to the two younger men.

“There’s no coffee,” Jimin groaned, Tae looking down to his hands, slowly coming further back into world of the living.

Yoongi’s eyes hung on Jimin for a moment before they slowly panned to you, his expression empty.

“I’m so sorry,” you pouted.

“I thought-” Yoongi started, cutting himself off as he walked further into the kitchen toward the fridge. “Do you all want eggs?”

“Baby,” you said gently. “Are you mad at me?”

“No?” He said in confusion, meeting your sad eyes. “Why do you look like that? Stop being silly, I’m not upset.”

“But you love coffee,” you pointed out through your pout.

“I love you more than coffee,” he told you, a sudden gasp sounding from the kitchen counter. You, Yoongi, and Jimin all turned to stare at Taehyung and his sudden expression of surprise, the first sound from the man since last night.

“Sorry,” Taehyung apologized, his eyes traveling from one person to the next. “Just surprised me.”

You giggled as your boyfriend shot him a ridiculing look. “Why would that sur- are you even alive right now?” You boyfriend asked Taehyung as you stepped toward him, kissing his jaw.

Just as Yoongi wrapped an arm around your lower back, pulling you into his side, a sudden knock on your apartment door pulled each of your guys’ attention to the sound. Staring at the door, Jimin crawled off his stool to answer it.

The cheery voice that resounded from the hallway was instantly recognizable as Jimin’s girlfriend’s. Moments later, Jimin and his girlfriend walked into the kitchen, Jimin looking ten times more enthusiastic than he appeared just a minute earlier.

Next, rounding the corner was Taehyung’s best friend, who he had admitted he believed he was in love with just the night previous. The two girls had become quite close through Jimin and Taehyung’s close friendship. You and Yoongi both looked to Taehyung in concern, taking note of the way he sat up but didn’t smile, instead looking pained and sad.

Looking back to the girl, you saw she was balancing a cup carrier with three coffees in one hand and a bottle of juice in the other hand. That’s when you realized both Jimin and his girlfriend were carrying coffees of their own.

“This one is for you, Yoongi, and this is for you,” the sweet, sweet girl told you both after setting the carrier on the counter, pointing to your respective cups. She pulled the other one out for herself just before she rounded the counter toward Taehyung.

“Oh my god, I knew I had a guardian angel,” you told the girl in appreciation, watching the smile spread across her face, though her eyes were set on Tae, her gaze somehow soft, intense, and curious all at once.

Yoongi kissed your temple quickly before stepping from you and grabbing his coffee. He wasted no time in bringing it to his lips, taking a long sip of the warm liquid, taking a contented sigh as he lowered it, staring at the cup.

“I do love you more than coffee, Kid, but right now I think I love her the most,” he said, still staring at the cup, Tae surprisingly chuckling at the comment as she handed him his juice, running her hand through his shaggy hair.

You stared at your boyfriend in disbelief, watching as his lips curved into a gummy grin, his eyes meeting your offended ones, though the expression was feigned. He lifted your coffee from the carrier and waddled back to you, placing it into your hands. “Only kidding,” he mumbled, giving you a peck before taking another sip of his drink. “Sort of.”

“Keep it up, Min,” you told him. “I’d love to see how far you take this.”

“I’ll make you breakfast,” he told you with a soft smile, moving back to the fridge.

“Good start,” you held back a giggle as you took a sip of your coffee. “Fuck that’s good, never mind, I’m in love with you too,” you told the girl.

“Hey,” your boyfriend turned to stare at you, his hands full of eggs. You expected him to act offended, claiming you as his, or maybe make a comment about how you betrayed the man making your breakfast. Instead he surprised you with a small gummy grin and a playful, “she’s mine.”

Well, maybe there were three of you in the room smitten with Taehyung’s angelic best friend. But looking at your boyfriend’s gorgeous features as he smiled, his cheeks fluffy and full, you were filled with a mixture of pride, appreciation, and happiness with the knowledge that he was yours, and you were his.

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enmy-writes · 3 years

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My Rock Star

Request: Anon: hii can i request a zuko x reader fic where the reader is in a famous girl group (like blackpink for example) & the whole gaang is backstage while the reader is getting ready for a performance & its just super fluffy & cute? Thanks!!

Word Count: 2,646

Fandom: ATLA (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Genre: All fluff. It’s some nice fluff time

Rated: 18+

Content Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse (not detailed though), suggested themes but nothing bad

****My first request!! Sorry, anon, if I didn’t capture everything you wanted, but I hope it is! I am a sucker for music and bands, and instead of a blackpink approach, I gave the band instruments because I simp for instruments lol I might do a part 2 if this turns out well so lmk! Also, I learned how to make the “keep reading” line show up so that’s exciting yay me. Enjoy :)****

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It was about two hours before the show was supposed to start and Y/N was doing her normal self-routine before she had to go to her ‘Band-Team-Gang’ (or BTG as her and the girls liked to call it) pre-show rituals.

Y/N was a part of a famous girl group who had just recently started making it big in Ba Sing Se and were on their first huge tour. Normally, this would make any performer nervous of the attention and putting on a big show, but this was the environment that she thrived in.

Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula, Yue, and herself all knew each other from an all-girl’s private school that they grew up in together and bonded immediately over their love for creating music. It was inevitable for them to become a group.

They spent most of their high school days writing songs and joking around in Y/N’s backyard bungalow her parents had gotten her for her twelfth birthday. To this day, they still go back there and do hot (dumb) girl shit.

“Why would we stop? That’s our home, of course we’d still go back there!” Ty Lee answered the interviewer with her signature hair flip and giggle.

Azula rolled her eyes at the girl, hiding a fond smile. “At this point, It’d be weird not to go back to that little corner of hell we made.” Yue smacked her arm quickly, “Azula! Don’t act like you haven’t written most of our top hits in the bean bag we definitely didn’t steal from the school lounge.”

The rest of the girls laughed, remembering how they had to hop the gates and sneak past the night guards to be able to get the bean bag. The plan would’ve been a total waste of time and definitely would have gotten them all expelled if anyone had caught them, but thank Mai’s ability to pick locks (which no one knows where she learned to do but they do not question it).

“Plus,” Suki chimed in. “Y/N’s dad makes the best snacks and meals for us. It’d be a federal crime to not take up that offer for as long as we can.”

Needless to say, the six girls were so comfortable with each other that every performance was just like every group practice with, like, thousands of extra guests of honor. They even have a couch lounge area as part of their stage set props. It just makes sense.

Even though those were her best friends ever, sisters even, Y/N had another friend group that she was super close with. Azula had introduced Y/N to her brother, Zuko, back when they were in their sophomore year of high school and the two instantly clicked. It had only taken a year of being friends and hiding crushes for them to get together, and the two were still going strong. Through him, Y/N met a gang of (crazy) people that he had spent his whole public schooling years.

Aang, an enthusiastic and bald, vegan kid who loved life and enjoyed everything around him; Katara, his pre-med and feminist girlfriend; Sokka, her hilarious and amazingly smart brother (though, sometimes his ideas are questionable); and Toph, a blind and tough girl who is on her way to ruin the top 1%. With Zuko, they were the tightest and happiest little family that automatically accepted Y/N when Zuko brought her over one night.

She was there when he went through a pyromaniac phase, his varying hair styles, and when he tried to get his father’s love back.Ozai, their father, was the owner and CEO of a massive weapons corporation. He had burned Zuko’s face on a hot stove and kicked him out of the house for suggesting that he raise the wage of all his employees to a comfortable living wage because many of his employees struggled to provide for their families even though they worked their asses off. Thankfully, his kind Uncle Iroh instantly picked the boy up off of the streets, letting him live with him and run his successful tea shop called the Jasmine Dragon.

Azula had been shoved away by her father mostly for sexist reasons. Ozai would never pass his company down to his daughter, no matter how smart and dedicated she was. He threw her in the private school where she lived year round. She had never told Y/N or any of the other girl’s any of this, Y/N had found out through Zuko.

Y/N’s mother was a successful lawyer and her father was a district attorney who were very very passionate about bringing justice to those of racial discrimination, domestic abuse, abuse in general, and orphan rights. Her mother was an orphan who was plain lucky to get adopted by a loving old couple who used their life savings to get her the education and life she deserved while her father was a victim of domestic abuse.

So, after months of convincing Zuko, Y/N told her parents about the two siblings. Long story short, they got Ozai arrested for his abuse crimes, bribery history, employee mistreatment, and many more crimes. They also adopted Azula herself and gave full custody of Zuko to his uncle.

Since then, the world has been peaceful for the group. Azula has started to recover from her trauma with the help of her friends, therapy, and love from two caring adults; and Zuko was glowing year round in the company of his uncle and friends.

A smile forms on her face, thinking of her large family and all they’ve gone through to get here, when the door to her personal backstage room opened up. The loud voices from Aang and Sokka met her ears next.

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU REMEMBERED THE HAM SANDWICHES WITH NO CRUST.” A kiss to her cheek and Sokka is instantly at her snack table.

“Y/N! How’d you know I was going to bring Appa and Momo?!” Aang walked his huge, white dog and lemur (don’t ask how he has it. It might be illegal, but no one can tell him no) to the pet bed corner she had put in.

Not answering them, Y/N just smiles at her friends who barged in and turns back to her mirror where she’s trying to decide her earring combination for the day. Warm arms snake their way around her waist, a body sliding up against her back soon after.

“What’s your ideas for tonight?” Zuko’s voice speaks quietly into her ear, causing her to hum and lean back against his chest slightly.

“I’m not sure. We’re going for the edgy look tonight, but we all know Ty Lee is still going to wear pink. Man, our manager is going to kill her...again.” They both laugh. “Ugh, why did you let me pierce my ears, like, ten times. There’s too many combinations to choose from!”

“Me?! I did-- never mind. Just grab a handful, no one can see them from the stage anyways.” Despite his attempt to seem like he doesn’t care, one of his ring-clad fingers starts moving his favorite pieces over into a little pile by themselves. Y/N rolls her eyes and starts putting his choices in random holes in her ear, pushing him back lightly so she can bend over closer to the mirror to see better.

“It’s the fit Zu… if the fit is a vibe, the confidence is there. If the confidence is there, nothing can stop my hot girl shit.” Her words cause him to let a huff of jealousy, flicking her arm playfully.

Their eyes meet in the mirror, and he can clearly see the mischief in them. Calming down, he jokes back. “Yeah, well, you may do your ‘hot girl shit,’ but no one can steal you from me. We’ve been here too long.”

Toph cuts in from across the room with a loud laugh. “Please, fire brains, I could steal Y/N if I tried.”

He whips around to face the short girl, “No you could not!!”

“Actually, she makes a point.” Katara says, nodding along in hopes to pick fun at the boy.

Sokka adds his two cents. “Honestly. Toph would just have to pick Y/N up and slam her against the wall or something and she’d tell her manager to send you a letter of resignation.”

The whole group laughs, save for the angsty boy, and Y/N wraps her hand around his wrist. She pulls him towards her and reaches for a peck on the cheek. “While that may be true,” she gets a glare. “I’m too big of a simp for you… and Uncle Iroh’s dinner and game nights.”

While the rest of them laugh, Zuko’s eyes soften and he presses his lips to hers in a short, soft kiss. Uncle Iroh adores his girlfriend and everything she has done for Zuko and Azula where he had no power to do anything. The man calls her more than he does Zuko himself, and he’s pretty sure Y/N convinced him to download Words With Friends on his phone to play with her for when she can’t make it to the weekly game night dates.

Y/N smiles up at him and pats his cheeks lovingly before moving to the wardrobe area of her room. She pulls out ‘Cards Against Humanity’ from a duffle bag on the floor before joining the rest of her friends around the lounge area, patting the seat beside her for Zuko to join them.

Everyone cheers at the sight of the black and white box with the many expansion packs that they have collected over the years. While Katara deals, everyone else makes bets on who is going to win this time. Y/N slides back into Zuko’s side as his arm comes to rest around her shoulders, playing with the ends of her H/L hair.

It’s about fifty minutes before the show is starting, and Y/N knows she has to start getting dressed and ready for the concert. Sighing, she slips from her boyfriend’s grasp (a small whine coming from him) and moves to her dressing corner. Suki, Ty Lee, Mai, Azula, and Yue had made their way to the room shortly after they started due to Sokka texting his girlfriend (Suki) to come over and join.

The rest of the girls notice you get up and leave as well, much to everyone else’s dismay. You reassure them to keep playing a few more rounds, not wanting to ruin their fun with you putting clothes on. Y/N quickly shoves her outfit choice on which is very hot, black, and riddled with chains. To top it off, she had thick-heeled combat boots on with numerous buckles on them. Her hair, makeup, and accessories have already been done so she heads back to the group.

‘Cards Against Humanity’ has been packed up neatly and her friends are lounging around, getting last minute snacks and quality time before they go to their special seats right in front of the stage. Nothing but the best for her friends. Sokka and Katara are the first people to see her, and the former lets out his own wolf whistle in his own way to hype Y/N up.

“DAMN, my best friend is HOT AS HELL. Zuko, you lucky ass man.” Katara hits him, but shoots her a wink as the rest of the gang look over. Y/N laughs giddily through their praises and hyped words (Toph in good spirit rather than actually seeing her outfit), as she makes her way back to her spot on the couch.

Zuko, who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her yet, quickly grabs her bare waist and tugs her onto his lap to hold her tight. “So… this is what you meant by ‘hot girl shit.’” Letting out a loud laugh, Y/N turns her head and gives him a quick kiss. “I’m a rock star, baby, what can I say.”

Aang cheers out of nowhere. “Yes! I’ve always wanted to be a groupie!” More laughter and jokes ring throughout the room, keeping the atmosphere as light as always,

A knock at the door interrupts them. A man is standing there in all black with a headset on and a sleek, red (with little sparkles that only gleam in the light), electric guitar carefully caressed in his hands. While they are a girl group, their success has mainly come from being a girl group who also plays all their instruments. With Mai on the drums, Ty Lee on the keyboard, Azula and Y/N on electric guitars, Yue on the acoustic guitar, Suki on the bass; the band is truly a sight with all of them sharing the vocals and their enthusiastic (near crackhead) energy that give their crowd a good show.

“Miss L/N? This is your five minute warning.” He tells them, not bothered by the usual group of people who are constantly in these rooms with her.

“Thanks Lee!” Y/N hops up to get her pride and joy (her child as Suki and Mai like to joke about). “I’ll be right out.”

Knowing these are the last pre-game minutes, everyone starts getting up to leave the room as well. Zuko lingers by Y/N who’s busy making sure her instrument is tuned perfectly for the numbers she’s about to perform.

“I can feel you staring, Zu,” She smiles, still looking down at her strings. He huffs out a laugh, reaching out to push a piece of hair back to see her face.

“Good luck out there, my rock star. Don’t do too much hot girl shit.”

“Oh, I’m doing all the hot girl shit.” A glare. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding… unless…?” She laughs at his fed up face. Reaching up, she presses one last, lingering kiss to his lips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers clutching her sides firmly and the feeling of his heart beat under her palm that’s resting on his chest.

“Bye, love. I’ll see you after the show.” She whispers, sealing the promise with a kiss before moving back. “Alright kids! Get the hell out of my dressing room.” Y/N shouts at her friends and they all leave together, laughing away.

The rest of them wish her luck before moving away, Sokka sprinting to find Suki one last time. Zuko holds onto her free hand, watching her laugh at ‘Simp Sokka’ with his small smile on his face. He kisses her hand, pulling her attention back to him.

“Bye, rock star. I’ll see you after the show. Break a leg, yeah?” His cliche words make her laugh more, pulling away from him and towards the rest of her band who are chanting “BTG! BTG!”.

“Zu… I don’t break legs. I break hearts.” And with one last mischievous look, she mouths ‘hot girl shit’ and struts away in that way that makes Zuko want to make her cancel the show completely.

His phone buzzes a few minutes after he caught up with his friends in their special closed off section on the floor. He opens the notification and it sends him to Instagram where Y/N had tagged him in a post. The smile grows on his face with every second he takes in the post.

Katara must’ve taken the picture. The angle, lighting, and quality could only be done by her. Y/N was on his lap, dressed to go on stage. Zuko’s mouth was almost touching her ear, definitely when he was whispering to her, and her face was wide in a smirk. They looked good, perfect even. The caption is what made him laugh, warmth and pride that she is his spreading through his chest.

“Y/N_L/N: for him? I’m always on my hot girl shit”

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter One

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, the gang being bff’s, Remus being adorable

Words: 1920

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged, I might make a playlist for this series! I love you all very much! xxx

Chapter One

You smiled in slight surprise as you walked into the bright kitchen and you saw your brother, Finn out of bed. He was actually smiling as he poured himself a glass of homemade pumpkin juice, his thick curls bouncing as he moved.

“Good to see that you’re out of bed, kid,” you grinned, ruffling his hair

Finn pouted at you before smiling himself, “I didn’t think that it was such a good idea isolating myself in bed, there’s nothing that I can do about my … problem,” the way he spoke made him sound much older than his eleven years, “and Dumbledore sent an owl to mum, telling her that I’m still allowed to come to Hogwarts.”

You smiled at him proudly as you too poured yourself a glass of iced pumpkin juice, you couldn’t wait to be sitting in the sunshine outside The Leaky Cauldron with your friends, “well, you’re braver than me and of course, Dumbledore would never turn anybody away. You belong at Hogwarts.”

You were pretty surprised that your mum had confided in Dumbledore about your brother’s affliction. She had kept it a well-guarded secret from the rest of the village; she was worried that it would affect her and your dad’s job at the Ministry. They were highly respected Aurors. They were nowhere to be seen at the present moment so you fixed your brother some lunch – a cheese and tomato sandwich with the crusts cut off and you cut the sandwich into triangles, it was the only way that Finn would eat it.

As Finn ate it, he looked at you, “are you going to be on the Quidditch team this year, Y/N?” he asked and you scoffed, sipping your pumpkin juice.

“I don’t think so, I’d love to but my stage fright would never let me, you know that,” you smiled at him cheerfully; you couldn’t feel too down on such a beautiful summer’s day.

Finn pouted at you, his eyes going round, “oh, I thought it would be pretty cool, going to my first Quidditch match and my sister being on the team.”

You grinned at him, he was your biggest supporter and you appreciated that more than anything else. You were saved by replying, for your parents walked out of the living room with a beautiful woman. She was beautiful but she had hard, sharp features, it was her grey eyes that marked her, though they had none of her son’s warmth.

“Ah, Y/N L/N, you definitely grew up in beauty and grace,” she smirked at you; there was no playful glint to it. It was quite menacing to be honest.

“Mrs Black, it’s good to see you,” you lied through gritted teeth; you would never forgive her, not after what she did to Sirius.

It seemed that Mrs Black picked out your lie because her smirk widened, “so, it’s you is it? You were the one who used to pine over my eldest son.”

“A lot has happened since then,” you bit back in a defensive tone, and it was true, a lot had happened since fourth year, that was three long years ago, “I’m going to meet the gang, so I’ll see you later, you little monkey,” you kissed the top of Finn’s head and you bade goodbye to your parents, ignoring Mrs Black.

You walked over to the white marble fireplace and flung your Floo Powder down carelessly, “Diagon Alley!” you shouted clearly and you disappeared in a whirl of green flames.

When you had reached Diagon Alley, you brushed the soot from your summer dress as you carried on towards The Leaky Cauldron. You grinned, shooting a wave at James and Lily who were sitting out in the warm sunshine. Lily’s hair shone like blazing fire in the sun. They had started dating at the end of the previous school year and they were the best couple that you knew.

You walked inside the cool pub – it was alive with many people and there were even creatures such as hags, you also saw some of your Hogwarts schoolmates – and you spotted the tousled hair boy at the bar. You smiled and made your way over to him.

“Hey cutie,” you grinned, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Remus flushed a bright red colour across his scarred cheeks, you loved flirting with Remus but the both of you knew that you would only ever be good friends.

“Hey Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled you into a side hug, “how is your brother doing?”

You smiled, it was so sweet of him to ask, “he’s doing great thank you, and he’s taking it all in his stride. Much braver than I could ever be.”

Remus nodded, “he seems braver than all of us but it’s good that he’s doing well. If I can be of any help, you just let me know.”

You beamed, jumping slightly as you felt two strong arms wrap around you from behind, “looking as pretty as ever, Y/N,” Sirius said in your ear.

You giggled and turned around to give him a proper hug, it was so weird to see him not wearing his usual leather jacket, “you’re still a flirt I see,” you had once hated his flirtatious behaviour but you had recently realised that it was no use. He was never going to change.

Sirius smirked at you before his warm grey eyes looked at something in the distance, and he whistled beneath his breath, “I’ll catch up with you guys, yeah?” he flounced off without waiting for a reply. You and Remus rolled your eyes and shook your heads fondly before taking the iced Butterbeers outside. Iced Butterbeers sounded like a weird concept but it was surprisingly delicious!

“Hey lovers,” you grinned at James and Lily as you pulled out a chair and sat down, “where’s Wormtail?” you asked.

“He’s still on holiday, I think,” James started, sipping his Butterbeer, gaining a foamy moustache in the process, “he’s been pretty secretive lately, but I suppose it’s only to be expected now that we’re getting older,” he sighed, “where’s Sirius?”

Remus snickered around his glass, “annoying some girl, knowing him.”

Moments later, Sirius came wandering over to the table, slamming a box of chocolates down in the middle of the table before he slumped into the free seat with a glum look on his face, “Marlene rejected me,” he muttered before anybody could ask.

You and Lily exchanged amused glances; the both of you knew exactly why Marlene had rejected him. Though, you did feel sorry for Sirius, he probably hadn’t been rejected by a girl before, and if he had, you couldn’t remember it. You glanced at the box and saw that it was a box of chocolate cauldrons, the ones with the Firewhisky centre. They were both yours and Remus’ favourites.

“Well, how about we share them? It’s not as bad as it seems Sirius, trust me,” he looked up at you, giving you a grateful smile that only served to enhance his handsome features.

Your idea seemed to be a good one as the five of you filled yourselves up with iced Butterbeer and chocolate cauldrons; you all laughed and joked with one another. You all lamented over the fact that this was your last year at Hogwarts and reminisced about years gone by. That afternoon was one of the best in your life. You wished that you could all stay that way forever, young, and seventeen. Though, you knew that summer couldn’t last forever.

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Sirius tapped his quill against his forehead, almost in an attempt to knock the answers from his head, he did kind of regret not doing it at James’ – he’d been living with his best mate for the past year and he couldn’t be happier. He had wanted to make the most of his last summer of freedom; he had spent the best part of it playing Quidditch with James. Sirius looked outside the compartment window at the rolling hills to distract himself from writing his essay.

The compartment door slid open and Y/N came walking in with a relieved smile as she sat down next to Remus, “everything alright?” Remus asked, not once looking up from his book.

“Yeah, everything is perfect,” she smiled, gazing out of the window.

Sirius sulked as he felt a twinge of jealousy; Y/N had been talking with his younger brother, Regulus. It had looked like she was really confiding in Regulus about something and Sirius just couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t talked to him. She wasn’t even friends with Regulus.

“What were you and Regulus talking about?” he narrowed his eyes at the pretty girl that was sitting opposite him and he ignored Lily’s smirk.

Y/N looked over at him with a mocking grin, “if you must know, your mum came over to my house over the summer to speak to my parents. I thought that Regulus might know why. I would have asked you but I think it’s plainly obvious that you wouldn’t know. I know how much you hate your mum.”

“Oh,” Sirius said lamely, the jealousy disapparated from his body, leaving him feeling pretty stupid.

“Were you jealous, Black?” Y/N smirked, causing Sirius to scowl at her.

“In your dreams, Y/L/N,” he muttered.

Lily laughed at this interaction as she leaned over James to speak to Y/N, “never mind about him, how is Finn feeling about his first year?”

Y/N sighed happily, “oh, he’s so excited, he’s just worried about getting put in Slytherin, I think he’s more worried about my reaction. So, I told him that no matter what happens, it’ll be okay and he’ll always be my little best mate.

“Well, Slughorn was a Slytherin and he’s a nice enough fellow, he didn’t go bad or anything like that,” Lily commented reasonable, causing Y/N to beam and nod at her.

“Everything really will be alright Y/N,” Peter spoke up, taking the words right out of Sirius’ mouth.

“Yeah I know, thank you Pete,” she gave him a pretty smile.

It seemed like all too soon that the six friends were sitting in the magnificent Great Hall as they waited for the sorting ceremony to start. While they were waiting, Y/N engaged Nearly Headless Nick in conversation about his summer. Nick was complaining that his request to join the headless hunt had once again been rejected. Sirius thought that it was very sweet of Y/N to take the time to speak to him. She tried to speak to all of the ghosts, even The Bloody Baron.

The boy’s marauding plans were interrupted by the start of the sorting ceremony; all six of them seemed to be holding their breath when the Sorting Hat was placed on Finn’s little curly head, “Slytherin!” the hat called out, and little Finn looked so nervous as he wandered over to the cheery Slytherin table.

Fury rose in Sirius as Lucius Malfoy looked through the sea of people to smirk at Y/N as Finn sat down next to him, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

She shrugged, smiling at him as Gryffindor gained their newest student, “well, it was definitely the worst case scenario. In a perfect world he’d be a Gryffindor,” she sighed and Sirius wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “as long as he doesn’t hang around with Malfoy then I’ll be pretty happy, thank you though,” she giggled and grinned as the sorting ceremony ended and the golden plates were filled with mountains of delicious foods.

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erin-bo-berin · 4 years

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Confidence

MASTERLIST

This was an anonymous requested fic about the scene from season 8, episode 10 when Spencer is talking to Alex Blake and obviously not feeling very great about himself. I decided to write it as a cute fluffy fic because one, I knew I needed to use this gif and two, who doesn’t love a cute, fluffy fic? Enjoy all the Spencer feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 2,673

It was another run-of-the-mill day at work for you.

Another day, another case.

This week you and your fellow Behavioral Analysis teammates happened to be in Washington state, tracking down a serial murder. One that was very unusual in his ritual of kills. He would kill a male victim, usually shooting them then a female victim would follow, killed by strangulation.

The unsub definitely showed more resentment towards his female victims. He was cold, calculated and distant from the kills of the men. Almost like he was doing them a favor by killing them in such a quick way.

His method of kill for the women was more up close, personal and definitely filled with rage. He wanted the women victims to suffer for as long as possible, inflicting as much pain as possible.

The team had profiled that he was probably holding resentment to a male and female pair, someone who had wronged him in the past, most likely his parents. Whatever had happened, the unsub obviously didn’t hold as much anger for the father figure as he did for the mother figure.

You’d been following his trail for two days, new victims dropping left and right, like a convoluted scavenger hunt. You were closing in on him and he knew it; he was beginning to unravel.

You had taken a much needed break for some bad police station coffee, when you heard voices around the corner. The tiny coffee nook was partially hidden by a wall and around the wall was a table where a few of your team members sat.

You recognized Dr. Alex Blake’s voice first, followed by the smooth, deeper voice of Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Well, why haven’t you asked her out yet?”

This question came from Blake and intrigued, you eavesdropped a little while you stirred the creamer into your coffee.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” came from Reid.

“Why not?” Alex questioned.

“I don’t know, what if she doesn’t like me?”

“Why do you think she wouldn’t?”

Alex’s question wasn’t judgemental or harsh, just full of honest curiosity.

“Because I’m weird. I slouch, my hair’s too long and my tie is perpetually crooked.”

“You are not weird,” Blake said, sounding fully like a mother at bat for her child, “And your hair is just fine. The slouching and tie can be fixed though.”

You heard Spencer laugh, knowing that Alex was just teasing him. You smiled a bit, but felt a slight heaviness to your chest. You hated that he felt that way about himself. He was an amazing individual and whoever this girl was, she would be lucky to have him. She was lucky to even have him admire her.

Spencer was definitely a brainiac. With an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory and an ability to read 20,000 words a minute, his skill set was impressive. But his knowledge wasn’t the only good thing about him. He was an amazing profiler, extremely good at his work. He excelled in geographic profiles, which he often worked on during cases and his love for statistics did quite come in handy for things.

But besides work, he was a sweet and gentle guy. He was always willing to drop whatever he was doing to come aid one of his loved ones, whether it was his mother or one of his beloved teammates. Many times was Spencer there to be an emotional soundboard for you. He cared for people and things deeply, he felt them deeply, which you admired. When he was involved with something he gave it his all; he was involved in it 100%. His chess skills were quite extraordinary, as was his poker playing. You had yet to beat him in either game. He could probably win a game of Uno like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Also, even though it wasn’t the most important thing, he was attractive. You often heard women make comments about his good looks—sometimes prostitutes too, which amused you to no end—in which he’d just get flustered and confused.

At six feet tall, he was long and thin, but without being extremely lanky. His light brown hair was often in a disarray of loose curls, falling whatever direction it wanted to. His eye color was quite a mystery to you as well. You’d worked with him for years on end and still couldn’t tell if they were completely brown or a hazel hue. Depending on the light or colors he wore, you noticed they had a tendency to look anywhere from a deepend brown, to a honeyed light brown to even a glowing green. He was insanely lucky with the facial features department too; he had a sharp jawline and nicely shaped, plump lips that women would kill to have naturally. Speaking of, his natural lashes were a joke. They were long and beautiful, framing his eye nicely. They made you insanely jealous because if you had been blessed with lashes so nice, you’d never have to wear fake lashes ever again.

All in all though, you knew he had the biggest heart you’d ever seen. Despite all his quirks and antics, he had a never ending love for his work and his teammates, a love that always continued to expand as people came and went.

You couldn’t see how this mystery girl couldn’t see that in him.

Your thoughts had caused you to miss parts of the conversation, so when you tuned back into the conversation, you heard Spencer speaking again.

“I just don’t want to ruin something good,” he sounded dejected.

“I think you’re just psyching yourself out,” Alex said, “Is it worth you always wondering what could’ve happened if you never tried?”

“I guess not.”

“Then take a chance. You just might be surprised.”

You didn’t hear her departure, but when it fell silent you figured she’d walked away. You decided to make your presence known in an inconspicuous way.

You picked up your styrofoam coffee cup and rounded the corner, seeing Spencer’s attention back on the book in front of him. You sat down across from him.

“Need any help?”

He looked up, shaking his head.

“No. Thanks though. You have a death wish or something?”

“What?” you chuckled.

He motioned to the cup in your hand.

“The coffee. It tastes like warm, wet mud.”

You grimaced down into your cup, your desire for some coffee now gone. His description wasn’t all that off anyway; it was horrible coffee.

“I’m making a coffee run later, I’ll make sure to get you some of the good stuff.”

You smiled appreciatively.

“Thanks.”

He moved to turn the page, when you spoke again.

“So I overheard your conversation with Blake.”

He winced, “You did?”

You nodded, setting the coffee cup aside and lacing your fingers together on the tabletop in front of you.

“So who is she?” you smiled.

He hesitated as if contemplating how he should answer.

“You don’t know her.”

“Well are you gonna ask her out?”

He shrugged a bit.

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

“I’m with Alex,” you encouraged, “You should totally go for it.”

He smiled shyly, like a timid school boy with a crush on a fellow classmate. It made you happy to see him so happy.

“You just need to have a little confidence in yourself. Don’t beat yourself up, you’re a great guy, Spence.”

“You think?”

“I know,” you corrected, “This girl is incredibly lucky.

You noticed that he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face, even as he looked back down to the text.

“Would you do it if I helped you out a little?”

“Helped me out?” He looked up at you confused and perhaps just a tad bit curious.

“Yeah. Like helped you gain a little confidence before you ask her.”

“Really? You’d do that?” he paused, wary, “Why though?”

“Because Spencer, whoever this girl is, I can tell she makes you incredibly happy. Besides you deserve that happiness so much.”

“That means a lot,” he said lowly, “Thank you.”

“So, why don’t you tell me about this girl?”

He opened his mouth to answer you, but before he could speak Hotch zoomed past you two, talking as he walked.

“Garcia got a hit on the partial license plate. She found the address for our unsub. Let’s go.”

You jumped up, both of you following after him.

It was time to catch this son of a bitch; self-esteem lessons would have to wait until later.

•

The BAU had made it to the unsub’s residence just in the nick of time.

Leroy Fleming was moments away from ending the life of a young woman, who was thankfully saved in time. He had a sordid life with his parents. Parents who most likely had no business having a child.

His mother abused alcohol, drugs and Leroy. She would hit him any chance he got. His father always turned a blind eye, yet he loved his father dearly. He held a grudge against him though because the man never had enough courage nor dignity to leave the mother or the volatile situation.

“Guess that was imprinted on him in his early life. The trigger for his rage,” Spencer said.

You groaned, rubbing your side. You had tackled Leroy after he’d ran from the authorities. It was an impressive move that surprised even yourself, but you were paying the price now.

“You okay?”

Both of his hands held onto the strap of his satchel as he walked next to you, looking over at you concernedly.

“Yeah, just some bruises and sore muscles. Nothing fatal. Now, isn’t it time to tell me all about that girl you have a thing for?”

He grimaced, opening the door for you to the BAU unit.

“Do I have to?”

“Come on. Just think of it as an exercise. Besides we never did have time to go get some actual good coffee. How about making a run now before we have to do all the paperwork?”

“Alright. Just let me stop by my desk, okay?”

“Sounds good. I’ll just go wait by the elevator.” You smiled, walking back out of the bullpen.

Spencer caught Alex’s eye just as he was leaving his desk a few minutes later. She sent him a knowing smile causing one to form on his lips as well.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

•

After ordering your coffees and receiving them, you and Spencer sat at a table in the coffee shop, enjoying your drinks.

“Okay, now. Tell me about this mystery girl.”

“Well, she’s smart,” Spencer said.

“Smart like you?”

“No, definitely not. That’s not a bad thing either! I’m not calling her dumb or anything! It’s just different than what I’m used to,” he rambled.

“Spence, it’s okay,” you laughed, “I get what you mean. So she’s not on a genius level, but she’s smart. That’s nice though because you will always be able to teach her new things, tell her new facts and statistics that she’s never known.”

“I never thought about it like that,” he mused.

“Okay, tell me more.”

“She’s funny and kind.”

“Two great attributes.”

“She’s also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. At least, to me she is. That’s why I’m so terrified.”

“Spencer she’s not going to bite you or anything,” you chuckled, “Just relax and take a deep breath okay? You’re just overthinking it.”

“I suppose so.”

“The worst thing that can happen is she says no. I know rejection hurts and it sucks, but wouldn’t you rather take a chance and maybe have something great begin than never to have taken that chance at all?”

“You sound like Blake,” Spencer noted.

“Then I digress.”

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” he joked.

“Spence, have a little faith in yourself. You’re a really great guy that any girl would be lucky to have. Even if it doesn't turn out how you hoped, you know that at least you tried.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Let’s get outta here before we move on to lesson two, it’s getting noisy.”

“Lesson two?” his eyebrow arched.

“Mhm. Follow me.”

It wasn’t until you were outside where it was a bit more peaceful that you spoke again.

“Okay, so where are you going to ask her out to?”

“Uh, I don’t know? I never really thought that far ahead,” he smiled sheepishly, “But you can never go wrong with coffee.”

He held up his to go cup, as if to prove his point.

“Yes, good! Ask her out for coffee. It’s the perfect place to sit and talk and enjoy each other’s company. Do you have anything in common with her? What would you talk to her about?”

“Again, not entirely sure.”

“Hmm,” you thought as you walked, “What does she do for work?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?! Spencer, have you even talked to this girl?”

“Yes, I have, stop berating me!” he laughed.

“Well, ask her about her work. That’s a sure fire way to get a conversation flowing,” you smiled, “Now, we’re going to practice.”

You took the last gulp of your coffee, tossing the empty container in the trash can and waiting as he finished his, tossing his for him.

“Practice what exactly?”

“Asking her out. Just practice on me. It’s easy, just say what you would say to her.”

He fumbled, trying to get words out, but kept stuttering.

“No, stop. You’re overthinking it again. Just be straightforward and say it.”

“Alright. Got it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I was wondering would you like to go out sometime to get a coffee or something? Whatever you want.”

He was stammering, you could tell even the thought of asking this girl made him nervous.

“Spencer, Spence,” you stopped him, turning him towards you, putting your hands on his arms.

He peered down at you, curiously.

“All you have to do is just simply say, “would you like to go out for coffee sometime?”. It’s as easy as that. Get out of your head. I know you can do this.”

He smiled appreciatively, then nodded.

“Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?” he repeated, “Like that?”

“That was perfect. See? It’s not hard at all.”

You’d reached Quantico again and you patted his arm as you walked in.

“Keep me updated on what happens.”

•

It was almost 24 hours before you had a moment to talk to him alone again. You were heading out for the evening and you were waiting for the elevator to reach the BAU floor when he walked up next to you.

“Hey Romeo, you got a date yet?”

“No, not quite yet,” he answered.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, both of you getting on.

“I haven’t had the chance to thank you, yet. Your advice has really helped me,” he smiled, “Thanks for caring enough to help me out.”

“Of course. I’m happy to help anytime. Now you believe you can go for it, right?”

He turned towards you, smiling.

“Yeah, I believe I can.”

Before you realized what was happening, your face was in his hands and his lips were on yours.

He was hesitant, his lips soft against yours.

You couldn’t believe the explosion of butterflies in your stomach. You had never stopped to think just how you’d felt about him, but this kiss had confirmed that you did, indeed have feelings for him.

The kiss was soft and sweet and too quick for your liking. He pulled back, looking a bit embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, was that okay?”

Your hands had rested on his side at some point during the quick kiss and you smiled up at him.

“‘More than okay.”

He let out a quick breath, not quite a chuckle but his smile grew even more.

“Want to get a coffee with me, sometime?”

“Any time, any place, I’ll be there.”

You leaned up, bringing your lips to his once again.

Score one for Spencer Reid.

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floatingpetals · 4 years

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Out of Water || Part 1

Pairings: Mer!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mer!Steve Rogers (Mermaid AU)

Warnings: maybe a little language, fluffy fluff, hint of smut,

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: Neither Steve nor Bucky could have known the horrors they had to face in order to make sure their mate was safe in their arms. Now that they were here, the two swore they were never going to lose it. They had their mate, their love and home, but in a world not their own. The climb was over but their shared journey was far from it.

A/N: First things first, you HAVE to read Edge of the Water to get anything that’s going to happen. This isn’t a stand-alone and needs to be read in order.

Now that's done, I just wanna thank @empyreanwritings for her wonderful donations on my ko-fi!! As a thank you, I’m starting her request for more of mer!stucky. No way was I going to deny her such a wonderful request! I hope you all like this series too. It’s not going to be nearly as long as the original either. I just have plans for a few cute little stories revolving around the three. Let me know what you all think!! Enjoy! ❤

*I will NOT be doing a tag list with this series. I think I’m going to be doing away with that considering the tags don’t actually work correctly half the time. You can follow my writing page that can be found in my header and set up notifications there.

Gif isn’t mine, credit to the creators. (@chickabiddy)

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Early morning sunlight filtered through the open sliding glass doors, warming the cool, quiet room and it’s occupants. The trio couple lay tangled together, the thin sheet covered them. Y/N was snuggled safely between her two mates, Steve and Bucky who were both bare as the day they stepped out of the machine holding her tight. The soft, silky sheets rubbed against the men’s lightly tanned skin, a change contrast to what they were accustomed too. It was still strange, waking to the feeling of cotton against skin instead of the cool water against their scales, but not unwelcome. The feeling meant something more to the two mer-turned-men that lay underneath them than for anyone else. It meant they did the impossible.

Steve inhaled deeply as he began to wake, the corner of his lips turning up into a sleepy grin. Even in his sleepy state, Steve knew how monumental this. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever get this, waking up with his arms tightly around his two mates. He could finally hold Y/N in her bed and not worry about his life draining from his body. Keeping his eye shut in content, he nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s neck. A happy sigh passed through his lips and he scooted his body tighter against Y/N’s body, desperate to press as much of his skin against her as he could.

The shuffle pulled Y/N from her sleep, warmth bubbling in her stomach when she felt Steve’s fingers begin to trace delicately against her skin. She hummed quietly and reached up to bury her fingers in his hair, gently tugging at the short freshly new cut. She too knew how special this was, and every morning since she’s sent a silent thank you to whoever was up there watching over her.

It had been over two months since their first change. Tony and Maria had been incredibly accommodating, knowing that it would take the two mers a while to get used to their legs fully. They gave them a room on Tony’s hidden island, with a deck that led out to the water so they could change back to their mer bodies anytime they wanted. Maria was there to help their transition and even introduced them to a few others that had gone through the serum. Having them there made this easier, both Steve and Bucky needing that extra support. Even though they’d never admit aloud, Y/N knew this was hard for them.

There were growing pains that came along with it, even muscle pain they’ve never had before and some days the two were just sapped of energy. The transition always hurt, but Maria promised it would grow less over time. Tony swore he’d find a way to make so that the pain was no longer part of the shift. There was always a pang of distraught that would shoot through Y’N’s heart when she’d see the two of them in such pain, but they never hesitate to soothe her fears. This was what they wanted. Home was wherever she was and no about of discomfort would hold them back from being by her side.

“I can hear you thinking.” Steve murmured softly against her neck. Y/N giggled.

“It’s not like I’m trying to keep it to myself.” She mused. Steve snorted and pressed a tender kiss against her neck. He slid his left arm out from under her and used it to prop his head up, letting him stare down at Y/N while keeping his right tightly around her and Bucky. She scrunched her nose as he shuffled, the bed shifting slightly under his weight. She didn’t have to worry though. Bucky, who was always the heaviest sleeper of the three, snored on with a tiny smile on his lips.

“What’s got your mind goin’ so early?” Steve asked. Y/N shrugged and blinked up at Steve. He still managed to take her breath away every day, and this morning was no different with the soft drowsy look in his eyes. The light hit his eyes just right they shone the same blue as the ocean he was born from, his face relaxed and content.

“Just thinking about you two and how everything’s so different now.”

“Good different, I hope?” Steve tilted his head. Y/N cracked a grin and nodded.

“Very good.” She soothed. Steve fell quiet, letting the sound of the waves filter through the doors. Y/N didn’t find his sudden drop in the conversation odd, he was always the quiet thinker of the two mers. Instead, she nestled further into the sheets and turned to press her cheek against Bucky’s chest. The other’s chest rumbled at the contact and his arm instinctually tightened around her waist.

It had become routine. Steve would wake first to watch over Y/N and Bucky for a few peaceful moments before Y/N slowly woke too. The two would lay awake, whether in a blissful silence to just enjoy each other’s company or talk softly about their plans for the day before Bucky would gradually wake. But every morning all ended the same. Both mers would hold Y/N tight and smile widely to each other, their hearts happy and full. This morning would be no different.

“Tony needs us to get your passports and ID’s done sometime this morning.” Y/N spoke after a few minutes. Steve hummed and let his head fall back to the pillow.

“I know. Still don’t want to know how he’s going to make us legal humans,” Steve grumbled under his breath. Y/N snorted. She’d have to agree with him on that.

Tony had been nothing but a godsend, but some of his practices were interesting, to say the least. He had his finger in practically every seat of power, and Y/N was nervous to ask him exactly what it was that his father had done to create such a legacy. Yet so far, the man had done nothing to give her suspicion that he might be less than as clean that he makes himself out to be. All the ones he’s saved have done nothing but speak highly of him. They were safe and happy, truly the end goal Tony had for them all. Even the few scientists that work with him sang praises of the man. Y/N has just decided to come to terms with the fact there are aspects to Tony’s life she didn’t need to know.

One of the things he had been working on, another reason why they were still there on the little hidden island, was that he wanted to make sure they were comfortable in their bodies before producing IDs for Bucky and Steve. He wasn’t going to just throw them out there into the world, they’d never make it ten feet without an ID to get them around. Flying would be completely out of the picture if they wanted to go from country to country. Tony wanted to make sure they would be comfortable with their new lives and was doing every step down to the letter to make sure it would be so.

They had just gotten the all-clear for the physical therapist four days ago, and now Tony had all their information written up and ready to print. All he needed was them to get their pictures taken.

“If Tony can make a deliberate explosion pass as a fake accident and a real cause of death, I’m not going to argue with his methods of making you legal.” Y/N muttered. There was an answering grunt, but not from Steve.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, but it’s too early for the speaking.” Bucky groused. Y/N felt Steve lift his head up before hearing him snort.

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning.”

“Still too early.” Was the quick retort.

Y/N didn’t need to see Steve’s face to know he was rolling his eyes at Bucky.

“I’m not the one who insisted on that third-round last night,” Steve said, his tone light.

“You also didn’t argue about it either,” Bucky shot back and rubbed his eyes. Admitting defeat, he grumbled more under his breath while he rolled on to his back to stretch with a groan. He let his left arm flopped back on the bed and sighed overdramatically as he stared at the ceiling.

Y/N laughed fondly at his pout and cupped his cheek. She turned his face to hers and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Bucky perked up, and before she could pull away, he swooped in to press his lips against hers in a slow tender ‘good morning kiss.’ He didn’t let her go until he was sure she was a breathless puddle in his hands.

“Now kiss Steve so I can too.” He urged gently. Y/N didn’t bat an eyelash at his command and quickly turned to do just as he said.

One corner of Steve’s mouth was turned up in a crooked grin, a dash of smug content written across his features. Her easy acceptance didn’t go over his head and both Steve and Bucky made a mental note to test that theory out later. With a feather-light touch, he moved his lips against Y/N’s before claiming her mouth as his. She melted under his touch, her hand blindly reaching out to hold on to him. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, her thumb brushing against the thin lines that would be his gills.

In his human form, Steve had no need for them. They were just two thin black lines on either side of his neck. ‘Almost like a tattoo’ Maria had said once or twice before. His lungs worked like humans so they sealed shut during the shift. However, just because he didn’t need them, didn’t mean he could feel them. Y/N’s accidental touch sent delicious sparks down his spine, igniting that fire inside his stomach. He hissed at the contact and yanked his head back.

“I’m sorry!” Y/N gasped, her eyes flying open wide in horror, assuming the sound was one of pain. She knew they were still sensitive, even if he didn’t use them. “I didn’t mean to hurt-.”

Her voice was caught in her throat at the look on Steve’s face. He wasn’t the least bit upset, quite the opposite in fact. His pupils were blown open wide, and a feral grin had spread across his face. She felt Bucky’s muscles tighten behind her, the excitement rolling off him in waves. He knew that look too and was eager to follow through with the wicked plans Steve was already making.

A low purr came from Steve’s chest and the smirk grew.

“There’s been a slight change of plans.” He rasped before leaning forward to nip at the skin on her neck. His voice dropped an octave, the grin growing wider. “Tony’s going to have to wait.”

A shudder went down her spine when Steve latched on to her skin. A second mouth took up spot on the other side and Y/N’s eyes began to roll back in her head. The brief thought that they actually had things to do today was gone as quickly as it entered. Yeah, she thought to herself, this was a much better plan for their morning.

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SK8TERBOY - Skaterboy!Yeosang/Soft!Reader Social Media AU ft. side pairing: Seonghwa/OC

Genre: Pure fluff

Pairing: Seonghwa/OC

A.N. Uh bonus story because I love them so enjoy, also this took so long bc I just didn’t know how to end it but hopefully I ended right for you guys and kept adding more to it.

This is just pure, sweet fluff (and maybe slightly suggestive? idk). Writing this made me very soft and weak even if I thought the writing wasn’t the best. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! There’s a tiny bit of jealously on Seonghwa’s end bc I’m a tiny bit evil, but it ends up to leading to something cute ok.

Also Sumire speaking in tiny and being a flustered and shy bean is a constant thing throughout this and mentions of past badboy!Seonghwa cause I am weak.

Italics = Japanese

Summary: A nice date between Seonghwa and his adorable girlfriend, Sumire. With a lot of undisclosed (fluffy) feelings and an unexpected confession on his end.

Taglist: @philosopher-of-fandoms @mangobee @mingiibabieee @yourbunny-xxii @angelichris-b97 @yeosatinyngz @kimtae-bae @etherealskzs

(let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for SK8TERBOY!)

Masterlist.

Bonus.

Seonghwa felt nervous as he walked up the doors of Sumire’s apartment. Today was the day he would take his lovely, cute girlfriend on a date. Granted this wasn’t the first time they went on a date, but it had been a while and he maybe he was feeling needy to spend a day with her and shower her with his affections despite the constant backlash and teasing he gets from his roommates.

Taking a deep breath, he gathered all the courage he could and knocked on the door, waiting for a few minutes before the door swung open. Sumire glanced up, staring at him behind her round-framed glasses as her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. He knew that she had yet to start getting ready since she was still wearing her sweater and some pajama pants on.

Cute, he thinks as he fought the urge the peck her lips. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him and gave him a small smile. Very cute, he thinks again.

“You’re early, I thought we were going to meet at the cafe?” She asked as she moved to the side to let him in. He stepped inside and took his shoes off and followed her.

“I know,” he said, “I was just too excited to wait that I decided to come here first.” A small mew was heard as he glanced down and saw the gray and white ragamuffin kitten pawing at his legs. With a smile, he reached down and picked up the kitten with ease, “Hey, Iroha,” he cooed as he pressed his lips to the kitten’s head.

“Don’t spoil her too much,” Sumire said, “She still needs to eat breakfast first,” she said and headed into the kitchen while he followed and took a seat by the dining table with Iroha settled on top of the table.

“Okay, okay,” he let out a small chuckle as he watched Sumire start to prepare Iroha’s meal. Usually, she would give Iroha her standard meal, but since they’ll be on their date for most of the day, Sumire decided to give her a special meal for being left alone with Yusung to watch over her.

Once she was done, she placed Iroha’s meal on her plate and called out to her, “Iroha, come and eat,” she cooed. Seonghwa placed Iroha down on the ground so the kitten wouldn’t hurt herself as she attempted to jump down from the tabletop and watched as the kitten made her way over to Sumire’s feet.

The sight itself made Seonghwa’s heart swell as he watched Sumire continue to coo at the kitten in her native tongue. He sneakily took his phone out and started to record the scene before him, wanting to replay the scene whenever he got the chance. It was just so domestic seeing her act like this, god it made him weak.

“Iroha, come and eat,” Sumire continues cooing as she led the kitten toward her own corner with a bowl of water and set the plate down. Seonghwa was practically cooing himself as he watched Iroha start eating while Sumire had a bright smile and pets Iroha’s back.

“Ugh, you’re being too loud,” a low voice grumbles as they all turned to see Yusung with his hair messier than usual as it was in all sorts of directions, although his eyes brightened when he saw Iroha. “Oh, Iroha-chan, are you ready to spend the day with uncle Sungie?” he asked as he went over to Sumire’s side.

“Don’t spoil her today while I’m gone, idiot,” she said as she nudged him with her shoulder.

“Ah how cold, you should have more faith in me, Sumi! I promise to take care of Iroha-chan while you’re out on your date with the best friend stealer,” Yusung pouted.

“ ’Best friend stealer’?” Seonghwa frowned, “Wait, do you mean me?!” He gawked at Yusung.

“Who else would I be talking about? She’s my best friend and you stole her attention away from me,” Yusung mocked pouted as he held Iroha in his arms once the kitten finished eating as Sumire excused herself to her room to get ready.

“We’ve known each other since high school!” Seonghwa said, feigning hurt. It was true, despite that the two never really talked much with one another until recently.

“And it took you how many years to ask Sumi to be your girlfriend?” Yusung raised a brow at him. Seonghwa opened his mouth to argue, but close it as he felt his cheeks burning. He was the only person (not counting his annoying roommates and friends) to know how long he had been pinning after Sumire, but he had been too shy and nervous up until they were partnered by their literature professor last year.

He still thanks Professor Kim for the opportunity, allowing him to finally ask out the love of his life.

“Alright, touche,” Seonghwa muttered, glancing away from Yusung.

“Touche on what?” Sumire asked as she finished changing and walked over to them.

“Nothing, just talking about when we were in high school,” Seonghwa said. Yusung had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he decided to tease the hell out of Seonghwa now.

“Speaking of high school, remember when you dyed your hair blonde and got that lip piercing because you thought Sumi would notice you if you stood out more?” Yusung chirped, his usually teasing tone in his voice, “It was hilarious to see you attempt that bad boy persona too!” Seonghwa’s face now had a red hue across his cheeks as he stood up suddenly. He did not want to hear his taboo past especially with his girlfriend around.

“Okay! I think that’s enough reminiscing for one day!” He said as he grabbed Sumire’s hand and led her towards the door, “Come on, Sumi, let’s go don’t want to be late for our date, right?” He rushed out as he pushed her out the door.

“Good luck on your date love birds! Don’t do anything I would do! Especially you, lover boy!” Yusung snickered as he waved Iroha’s paws at them. Seonghwa glared at Yusung, mouthing the words ‘I’ll kill you if you say anymore!’ before closing the door.

Sumire had a small pout on her lips, tilting her head at Seonghwa, “What was that about?” she asked confused as to what Yusung was blabbing about. Seonghwa still had a slightly flushed face before shaking his head.

“It’s probably nothing, you know how he is,” he said. Sumire hummed as she paused before speaking up.

“You had a lip piercing?” She asked.

“Uh, well...” Seonghwa felt nervous as he glanced away from her stare, “I mean I used to...” He glanced over at her and almost let out a small gasp when she placed her hands on his cheeks. She leaned close, eyes squinting as her thumb ran over his lips. He shuddered as he parted his lips slightly as she continued to stare at his lips.

“It doesn’t look like you had one,” she mutters.

“Y-you know, if you wanted an excuse to touch my lips, you could have asked,” he said. Despite the small stutter, he felt a sense of pride when she stared at him with wide eyes as her cheeks turned red and quickly moved away.

“Sorry!” She squeaked, “I was just curious when Yusung said you had a lip piercing before and-” she cuts herself off and turns away, placing her face in her hands, “Oh god, I’m sorry-”

Before she could continue, Seonghwa moved to face her and placed his hands on her cheeks, “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, babe,” he said as leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Her cheeks were burning as she shut her eyes tights, too embarrassed to look at him when he pulled away.

“So? Did it feel like I had a lip piercing?” He asked with a teasing grin.

“Ah! Shut up!” She shrieked and hit his arm repeatedly, “Forget I asked, I’m going back home now!” She turned to walk back into the apartment when Seonghwa wrapped his arms around her, preventing her from reaching the door.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said with a smile, suppressing his giggles, “Sorry, you just looked so cute, I couldn’t help but want to tease you for a bit.”

“How could you pull a Yusung on me,” Sumire pouted, “After all the times I defended you whenever you make a fool out of yourself in front of the others,” she faked a tear.

“Hey! I do not make a fool out of myself!” He protested.

“Last week you literally asked for the others’ permission to take me out on a date today,” She pouted, making him glance away sheepishly.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, “I guess maybe I do make a fool out of myself sometimes, but it’s all for you baby,” he said, but she continued to pout at him, “Stop pouting, what’s it gonna take for you to stop with the cute pouty lips?”

Sumire paused for a second before looking away shyly and muttered softly, “Maybe another kiss?” Seonghwa smiled, but he wanted her to say it again. Despite it being a year being with him, she still felt nervous and anxious around him when it comes to being affectionate, but Seonghwa never once pushed the pace of their relationship as he wanted her to be comfortable around him.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he leaned closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers. Her cheeks were burning again as she nervously glanced away.

“Hmm, maybe...another kiss?” She asked shyly. Seonghwa grinned, feeling his heart quicken.

“If that’s what it’ll take for you to quit pouting then...” he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his again. They stayed like this for a few more seconds before they heard a coo along with the sound of a flash going off.

Pulling away, they two looked over and saw Suzaku with a grin on his face as he held his phone out, “Aw, you two love birds are adorable,” he cooed.

“How long have you been there?!” Sumire gawked as the redness in her cheeks returned.

“Long enough to see you caress Seonghwa’s lips with your thumbs!” Suzaku giggled, “Didn’t think you had the guts to take the initiative first, Sumi-chan!”

“You saw that?!” She squawked.

“The whole thing, sweetie!” Suzaku snickered, “Don’t worry though, your senpai will make sure to keep it a secret from the others that you made the first move on your boyfriend-”

“Ah! Don’t say anymore!” Sumire cried as she covered her face, “Come on, Seonghwa we have a cafe to get to!” She rushed out as she tugged on the other’s arms, wanting to be as far away from here as possible now. Seonghwa chuckled as she hastily pulled on his arm to get away from the scene.

“Sure, babe, just give me a second,” he said letting her arm go as she started to walk ahead, he then turned to Suzaku with a shy smile on his face, “Um...so that picture you took...”

“Don’t worry lover boy, I’ll send you the picture right now,” Suzaku chuckled as he sent Seonghwa the picture of him and Sumire kissing. When Seonghwa glanced down at his phone, he felt his heart swell when he saw the photo. The two them in each others’ arms as they kissed, he wanted more moments like this with her. Oh god, he was so soft for her.

“Seonghwa, are you coming or what?” Hearing her voice, he bid his goodbyes to Suzaku and caught up with Sumire, heading towards the cafe to start their date with her hand in his.

Upon reaching the cafe, Sumire stared at the items on display. Her eyes practically sparkled at the cutely designed confections and bit her bottom lips.

“They all look so cute, I don’t know if I can take a bite out of them,” she whined. Seonghwa chuckled as he dragged her inside the cafe, following the waiter as he led the two to their seats. The whole time, Sumire’s eyes had a particular shine in them as she stared down at the menu.

“If you want, we can order one of each if you can’t decide,” Seonghwa suggested.

“R-really, but wouldn’t that cost a lot of money? And what if we can’t finish them?” She asked.

“It’s okay, the last few commissions I got paid me well, and if we don’t finish them we can bring them home for the others,” he said. Before she could protest, the waiter returned to take their order, which Seonghwa gave him asking for one order off their dessert menu. When the waiter left, Seonghwa turned to her and gave him a grin, interlocking his hands with hers.

“Seonghwa you really didn’t have to do that,” she said.

“I know, but you looked liked you really wanted to try them, so there’s no harm in spoiling you for a bit,” he said. Her cheeks were flushed again, making her look away nervously. This was all still new, trying to be affectionate in public but she was slowly getting comfortable.

“O-okay,” she muttered, it wasn’t long before their order arrived, making her forget her worries as she stared at them in awe. Her hands were clutching her phone as she took pictures of the ones she thought were the cutest before taking a small bite from one of the strawberry flavored desserts and let out a satisfied hum. The whole time Seonghwa smiled as she cooed over the adorable designs and colors before she gushed over the taste. His eyes noticed a stray bit of frosting on the bottom of her lips.

“Is it any good?” He asked, leaning closer to her.

“Yes, do you want to try it?” She asked, about to cut a small piece for him, before she could do that, he leaned over and kissed her lips. A squeak left her lips as she felt his tongue run along her bottom lips. When he pulled away, he licked his lips and smiled.

“Taste sweet, just like you,” he teased with a sly grin. Smooth bastard. Her eyes stared at him before she smacked his arm again earning another fit of laughter from him as he moved away.

“Are you trying to kill me! Is that what you’re planning!” She whined, covering her face from his gaze. As soon as his laughter died down, he moved closer to her again and move her hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized again, “It’s just that you’re too cute as always, it’s unfair,” he pouted as he used his hands to smush her face together. Her nose crinkled in annoyance, making her look even cuter in his eyes. He pressed his forehead against her, noses pressed together as he jutted his bottom lips out, “You’re not mad are you?”

She paused, glancing away, “No, just a bit startled and embarrassed,” she said. He grinned as he kissed her again, the lingering taste of strawberry on her lips made him hum. He could feel her cheeks heat up in his hands as he pulled away to get a better look at her. Her face was red as she had her eyes shut tightly.

“Aw, don’t do that, I want to see your face,” he cooed. Sumire didn’t know how to react, she was teetering between hiding and screaming her lungs out, but fortunately settled on the former and brought her hands to her face again.

“My face doesn’t want to be seen,” she mumbled, struggling to find her voice, “Can we just eat in peace?” she asked in a tiny voice, peaking at him between her fingers. Seonghwa internally cooed as she stared at him shyly. Just the sight of her being so cute and shy made him want to tease her more, but the side of him that was pretty much whipped for her every command won out in the end.

“Alright,” he said as he leaned back into his seat, taking a bite of his dessert. They went back to the normal, talking about their day and giggling at the jokes and what their roommates did while holding each others’ hands as they ate. Sometimes Seonghwa would feed her a spoonful of his order in her mouth, watching as her eyes widened at the taste and smile.

Seonghwa only stared at her with a smile, “So pretty,” he hums as he leaned against his palms. By now, he’s forgotten about the rest of the confections they ordered and decided to watch the gleeful expression on Sumire’s face, admiring how she would place on hand on her cheeks and close her eyes as she took her time to relish in the flavor of the dessert in her mouth. Three little words were sitting on the tip of his tongue, ready to be blurted out but he refrained.

Sumire glanced back at him, noticing the way he stared at her, it made her heart jumped out of her chest, “W-what is it?” She asked in a small voice, nervously biting her bottom lips.

“Nothing,” he replies, “You’re just really pretty, babe,” he grins and Sumire had to look away to calm herself and her rising heartbeat. This man, he was too powerful and he knows it.

“Jeez, you’re really planning on killing me, huh?” She whined again. The audacity of this man, she thinks, because who was he to say she was pretty when he looked like that?!

The thought of someone who looked so pretty and sinfully handsome like Seonghwa thinking that she was pretty seemed surreal to her. She wanted to metaphorically throw herself out the window and cry/scream. Her heart was beating to fast at his words, this damn smooth bastard!

“I would never,” Seonghwa protested, “You mean too much to me,” he added, “Besides, I’ve waited too long for this, there’s no way I’m letting you go so soon, babe.”

Hearing the last statement surprised her, “What do you mean ‘too long’?” She asked. Seonghwa paused, realizing his little slip-up and sighed before feeling his cheeks heat up. He didn’t want to talk about something so embarrassing.

“Uh. well...” he fidgeted in his seat nervously, avoiding eye contact with her for the first time since they entered the cafe,”M-maybe next time, I’ll tell you,” he mutters, a bit embarrassed. She frowned, brows knitted together as she took in his words.

“So, never, right?” She raised a brow at him.

“No, not never!” He said, “Just not now, maybe in the future when we’re mar-” he shut his mouth immediately. She looks back at him even more curious now.

“In the future?” She asked.

“N-nothing!” he panics for a second, almost making another slip-up, one more disastrous than almost admitting he had a long-time crush on her since the first year of high school. He cleared his throat, attempting to calm himself, “Oh, it looks like you’re done eating right? We can take the rest home for the others, I’ll go let the waiter know right now!” He stood up as he pressed a kiss to her cheeks and left before she could continue to press him for answers.

Sumire only frowned, watching as he left for the main desk and sighed, “What was that about?” She wondered, taking one last bite of her cake. Her mind started to wander, thinking about the way he stopped himself from speaking. What was that about, she thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the chair scrape against the tiles. She assumed that it was Seonghwa returning from paying for their date, “Oh, you’re back already? That was fast...” her voice trailed off as she glanced up.

Seonghwa huffed. He didn’t expect that there would be a short line to pay for their order, although he managed to grab a few boxes and bags for the leftovers. He glanced down at his watch, noticing the time and rushed over to Sumire, he still had more plans for this date.

”I paid for the cakes, babe. Are you ready to go-” he stopped as he glanced up from his watch to see the scene before him.

Sumire sat back in her seat, leaning far away from the table an unknown man sitting across from her. Her hands were placed stiffly in her lap as she stared at her phone, pretending to text someone with a disinterested look on her face. He immediately recognized the leech before her from their campus. A real bastard that liked to play around with girls’ feelings for the hell or it.

“Oh, fucking hell no,” he mutters as he quickly went over them, more worried about the uncomfortable state Sumire was being put into and how it was affecting her. The closer he got, the more clearly he could hear their conversation.

“Hey, I remember seeing you on campus,” he said, leaning forward as he pushed the cakes away. A small whine left her lips as she saw the cake being mushed against a perfectly untouched one. What a waste, she frowns. “What’s a nice girl doing here by yourself?” He asked.

“Enjoying some cake, what else?” She was surprised to hear how even her voice was and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as nails started to prick at her own skin on her fingers.

“Oh, you’re a sassy one, huh? Cute,” Somehow hearing that made her want to pour her drink on him, but she refrained. The small thought of lashing out in public only to be stared at by others with disapproving stares made her on edge, but also because she had some restraint on her actions.

“Hm,” she only let out a disinterested hum instead, eyes staring back at her phone.

“So is it just you?” He continued probing, earning an annoyed glare from her because that was the dumbest question she ever heard asked her. “If you want, I can join you if you’re feeling lonely.”

“No, thanks,” she replied, curtly, “I’m not alone actually.”

“Oh, are you here with a friend? She can tag along with us, the more the merrier,” He said. Her lips twitched, eyes glancing back up at the idiot before her before making eye contact with Seonghwa, who had been glaring at the man before him. She let out a small relieved sigh and smiled slightly at him, all the anxiety she felt just moments ago suddenly lifted a bit.

“Yeah, I am with a friend,” she started, “My boyfriend actually,” she added, a bit loudly. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up, his heart jumping in his chest upon hearing those words. For a second, a small smile was seen on his face before he saw the pleading look in her eyes to save her from this situation.

“Oh? Really? Where is he? I don’t see him,” he said, almost mocking her. And just like that, Seonghwa had a dark look in his eyes and let out a dry chuckle. Seeing that look gave her chills, it was the first time she had seen him have such an expression and she didn’t know if it was good or bad (she thinks the latter actually since she feels slightly intimidated). What happened to her cute, soft, and dork of a boyfriend?! Who was this man before her?!

“Turn around,” Seonghwa said in a low voice. Hearing him, they turned to see Seonghwa with a smile on his face, “Now you see him.” He went over to Sumire’s side and place his hands on her shoulder, giving them a light squeeze to calm her nerves.

“Was he bothering you, baby?” He asked, leaning close to her ear, sneakily pressing a kiss to her cheeks as his eyes flickered back to the man across from them.

He smirked as the other man flinched from the dark look in his eyes and glanced away nervously, he guesses that maybe his reputation back in high school did have its perks. The kiss Seonghwa gave her made her mumble incoherently as she struggled to find her words, although among the mess he heard a faint yes and that was all he needed to hear.

“Okay,” he says as he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckle, “Let’s go then,” he said softly, the familiar soft look in his eyes returned as he helped her up, “I have more plans for this date anyways,” he added with a coo as he pressed another kiss to her cheeks, attempting to distract her and it worked.

The familiar red hue on her cheeks appeared as she let out a squeak. The usual dorky grin on his lips appeared as he helped her out of her seat, and led her away from the scene, “Come on, I want to spoil you as much as I can before the day is over,” he said leaving the cafe.

Once they were away, he took a deep breath and stopped before he turned towards her, “Are you alright?” He asked. Sumire blinked, her lips pressed together in a thin line as she furrowed her brows together.

“I-I think so?” She wasn’t certain herself, “Maybe a bit uncomfortable, but then I saw you and felt slightly relieved knowing you were there,” she explained, “Although that look on you had when you glared at him was kinda scary,” she admitted. Seonghwa paused, a wave of guilt in his chest knowing that he scared her slightly, “I didn’t know you could make such a face, it was kinda jarring to see.”

“Sorry,” he said in a low voice, “I promise I won’t make that face around if it makes you uncomfortable,” he said. Sumire glanced up at him seeing the serious expression on his face.

“U-uh, no it’s fine, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” Intimidated, yes, but not uncomfortable she thinks, “I was just wondering where you learned to make such a face.” Seonghwa pursed his lips, wondering if he should tell her, his eyes glanced down at her and noticed how her eyes were staring back up at him with curiosity.

Damn her for being too cute without trying, he thinks before relenting.

“Uh, well...” Seonghwa trailed off, his hand tightening around hers, “You could say I had a bit or a...rebellious stage when I was younger...” he replied. Sumire stared at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink in.

He heard a snort and glanced back at her with wide eyes, “S-sorry, but you had a rebellious stage?” She suppressed the giggles that escaped from her lips. Despite what he said, Sumire couldn’t see it, perhaps it was because she was used to this Seonghwa before her. She didn’t know how he was when he was younger, perhaps she didn’t need to unless it involved any crimes and Seonghwa seemed too soft to be involved in such things.

“W-why does that sound so hard to believe for you?” He was embarrassed as she only let out another fit of giggles. He just admitted a great taboo of his past and here she was making fun of him for it.

“S-sorry, but you just seem like too much of a cute dork now for me to picture you having a rebellious stage! You’re too soft, sweetie,” she said.

“That's because I matured! I grew out of it!” He protested, feeling his cheeks heat up. She giggles once more.

“Alright, I guess that’s a valid excuse,” she said. Her mood was significantly better than before, “You said you have more places to take us right?” She asked, turning back to glance at him.

Seonghwa smile as he took a moment to watch as he admired the way the sunlight cascaded down on her. The light shining as she stared up at him with a smile on her soft lips. He felt his breath stolen from his lung as he unconsciously spoke the words on his mind.

“I love you.”

Her eyes stared at him, surprised to hear those words come out of his lips. It seemed like he too was surprised with himself as he quickly used one hand to cover his mouth, staring at her with wide eyes as well.

“W-what?” She asked in a small voice, feeling her face starting to heat up again. This was the first time he had said he loved her. Sure they texted each other that, but it was a whole different experience hearing it out loud in person. She felt her whole heart jumped from her chest and had to force herself to calm down.

“I-uh,” he tripped over his words unsure what to do to take them back, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to take them back. Seonghwa knew that he was in love with her from the very beginning. Seonghwa sucked the air between his teeth and sighed. The cat was already out of the bag anyways.

“Fuck it,” he muttered as he took her face in his hands, she jumped and stared back at him, feeling smaller than usual as he leaned in close.

“Y-yes?” She replied in a tiny voice, nervous as he stared at her with such intensity in his eyes. It was making her face feel hotter than before, she was sure he could feel them in his hands.

“I love you, Sumire. You don’t have to say anything, but I wanted you to know that I love you so much and how much I’ve been holding back from saying them for so long.”

Her mind was a mess. Seonghwa just admitted he loved her and that he was holding back from saying them. Wait, for how long had he been keeping those words to himself?!

“I know that hearing this is overwhelming for you, and you probably don’t feel the same-”

“No!” She suddenly shouted, surprising him. “I-I,” her voice trailed off, feeling anxious as she realized what she was about to do. “I-I love you too...”

“You do?” The way his eyes lit up and how he gave her a warm smile was too much for her fragile heart, but she was certain that she had strong feelings for him and nodded.

“Yes, I love you, Park Seonghwa,” she said, glancing away from him as she felt that her heart will explode if she looked him in the eyes.

Seonghwa continued to stare at her before leaning closer to her, “Can I kiss you?”

Her cheeks flared up, wondering why he was asking now, “Since when do you ask to kiss me now?” She muttered. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Sumire was taken aback, this kiss was different from the ones they had in the past.

His lips moved against hers, his tongue grazing against her bottom lips. Feeling his tongue made her gasp as he used this moment to deepen the kiss. Her eyes shut tight and hands gripped against the front of his shirt as her face burned throughout the kiss. A low groan was heard from him as her teeth accidentally grazed his lips causing him to pull away from her and move his lips downwards.

When his lips moved down to her jaw, she sucked the air when he started to nibbling and sucking on her skin, “W-wait, wait!” She gasped, her voice going a pitch higher than before, and pulled away with a red face.

Seonghwa glanced up at her, with a frown as he was enjoying how they were slowly moving along in their relationship, but then wondered if he overstepped with the kiss. “Was it too much?” He asked.

“No,” she said, eyes glancing everywhere but him, “It’s just...” she trailed off, biting her bottom lips nervously, feeling her lips tingling from the kiss, “I-isn’t this dangerous territory?!” She asked, glancing around them.

Dangerous territory? Seonghwa suppressed to urge to laugh. It was cute that she thought this was on the more intense side of a relationship. Granted, he was certain that this was the first they had made out with each other like this.

“Don’t worry babe,” he said, pressing his lips on her nose, “I wouldn’t go that far if it makes you uncomfortable, unless...” his voice trailed off as he glanced back down at her with half-lidded eyes and a smirk, “Unless you want me to?”

She let out a startled squeak and punched him when she heard the teasing tone in his voice, “I’m going home!” She said as she turned back in the direction of her apartment, doing her best to hide her flushed face from him.

“I’m kidding, kidding!” Seonghwa chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her, “You’re too cute to tease,” he said, “And you can’t leave yet, there’s still light out and I still haven’t spoiled you as much today!”

“If you keep teasing me, you’ll have to enjoy this date on your own!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, now come on, love!” He said, tugging her toward their next destination. Sumire sighed, letting him drag her off to who knows where, although she would have to admit she did like the fluttering feeling in her chest when he called her love. Not that she would ever tell him because then there would be no end to it.

He suddenly stopped, turning back to her again, “What?” She asked, raising a brow at him. He smiled and let out a low hum as he shrugged.

“Nothing, I just really happy and I love you.”

Okay, maybe her heart won’t get used to him saying that anytime soon, but she was happy regardless and she was glad that it was her cute boyfriend that made her feel like this.

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Truths and kinks (Reader x Joe Mazzello SMUT)

Pairing: Reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: Ben knows you and Joe like each other, so he comes up with a plan to get you two together. Joe has to stay the night when his Uber cancelled, only problem is you only have one bed.. Warnings: SMUT (18+!), friends to lovers, fluff, oral, fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex (when is it not?), gentle dom!Joe A/N: I can´t even remember how I came up with this idea, I just really like the “there was only one bed” trope. Also, I was in need of some fluffy Joe smut Word count: 5.7 K

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“Truth or dare, Joe?”, Ben asked, eyeing his victim. They were all over at your placw for a quiet night in. Well at least it was quiet until someone brought out the booze and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare like a bunch of teenagers. It´s not that you were complaining, but Ben knew about your feelings for Joe and you really didn´t want them to come out. At least not in this setting.

“Truth”, Joe said.

“If you had to shag one of the girls here today, which would you choose?”, Ben asked.

You immediately felt your heart beat start to increase. There were only five girls in the room, but both Lucy and Gwilym´s fiancée was obviously taken. One of the girls had come with Ben but they weren´t really dating or anything, you were pretty sure they were just having casual sex. And then there were your friend, who you knew all boys usually fancy.

“Oh, uhm Y/N”, Joe answered, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. He refused to make eye contact with you, which to be honest was probably for the better because you were pretty certain you were about to have a heart attack.

Ben nudged your side, causing you to just about avoid starting to hyperventilate. He gave you a “I told you so”, look before focusing his attention back on the game. Ever since you told him about your not-so-little crush, he had been telling you that Joe felt the same way. Obviously, you didn´t believe him, it was too good to be true.

“Your turn, Y/N. Truth or dare?”, Lucy asked after a few rounds. You had avoided many of the more mature truth or dares, but the look in her eyes told you that you were in for it now. Lucy loved to leave people flustered. She was so open about her sex-life herself it didn´t really cross her mind that you might have more of a filter.

“Truth”, you said, taking a big sip of your drink to gain some liquid courage.

“What are your top three kinks?”, she asked, causing you to almost choke. Your eyes went wide, wondering if you heard her right. But the look on her face told you she meant it. Fuck.

“Oh my god, I can´t believe I´m telling you guys this but I guess praise, hands, and uhm choking”, you mumbled the last one, but no one was really paying attention anymore as Rami had knocked over his drink. However, you swear you could see Joe shift in his seat, his gaze burning into your side.

When it was Joe´s turn again, he chose dare. You immediately knew where it was going as Gwilym shot you the cheekiest grin ever, already feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I dare you to kiss a girl of your choice for 10 seconds”, Gwilym said, leaning back into his chair way too chuffed for your liking. Ben had obviously told him, that little prick.

Joe rose from his seat and closed the distance between you.

“May I, Y/N?”, he asked, offering you his hand. Shit. You wanted to, you really did, but what if he didn´t think you were a good kisser? Or if he just picked you because there was a shortage of available girls. Joe is so gorgeous, and he´s so nice, and you just can´t picture him actually liking you back.

“Jesus, get on with it”, Ben called out, causing you to look Joe in the eyes and nod. A giant smile spread over his face as he helped you to your feet. Joe licked his lips, grabbed your face and slowly leant in. His lips were so soft against yours. His hands were warm against your skin, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

You reached out to touch his chest and there was definitely a little moan coming from Joe´s mouth into yours. You melted completely into his touch, and the ten seconds went over way too quickly.

“Aww look at those two, you´re so cute together”, Lucy gushed when you pulled back. You tried to shoot her a mean look, but you couldn´t stop the grin spreading over your face. You felt like a school girl with their first crush, and the fact that Joe was blushing too made you all giddy inside.

You could swear you heard Joe thank Gwilym when he went to sat down.

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“I´m really sorry for keeping you up”, Joe said, running a hand through his hair as he glanced out the window. The others had left around 15 minutes ago, but Joe was still waiting for his Uber. It´s not like he was drunk, but he still shouldn´t be driving. You didn´t mind though. You didn´t know Joe all that well, but you enjoyed his company. And besides, the kiss was still fresh in your memory. Almost able to feel the remains of his lips on yours.

“It´s okay, I don´t mind”, you said. Joe shot you a thankful smile which made your insides turn to goo. God that man had you wrapped around his finger and he didn´t even know.

“Shit”, he muttered when his phone dinged, “He cancelled on me and there´s no-one available for a few hours”

“Oh”, you said. Should you invite him to stay over? Were you that close of friends?

“You can stay over if you want to”, you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. You could hear him let out a sigh of relief, which made you relax a little bit.

“Can I? Y/N, you´re an angel”, Joe exclaimed. He leant over and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. You closed your eyes, buried your head in his neck and took in his scent. You could stay here forever, just feeling his body against yours. Feeling your heart swell with each passing second. The hug lingering for longer than your usual just-friends hug.

“Your sofa looks really comfy anyways”, he giggled when he pulled away. Both his words and his movements sent a wave of disappointment through your body. That´s not what you wanted.

“Don´t be silly, Joe. You can stay in my bed”, you said, shooting him a shy smile, “I really don´t mind”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just have one question”, you said, poking his chest. “Are you a good cuddler?”

Joe broke out into a huge grin, pulling you close to his body again. He gave you a quick hug before reaching over to dispose of his wallet and keys in his jacket. Ready to settle in for the night.

“Babe, you have no idea what you just signed up for”

Your stomach flipped at his words. For some reason you never bat an eye when anyone called you babe, but coming from Joe was different. He probably didn´t think twice of it though.

“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers? I don´t have to if you feel uncomfortable”, Joe said as you reached your bedroom. You had retreated to the bedroom to do your skincare routing while he slipped into bed.

“Oh, no just go with whatever you want”, you called back. You tried to sound like you couldn´t care less, but oh man did you. He was going to be half-naked. Just beside you. In your bed. Oh my god it was going to be so hard to not make a move on him.

You walked out of the bathroom just in time to catch a glimpse of Joe´s body before he slipped under the duvet. It immediately made your heart beat increase in frequency and your palms begin to sweat. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“You look really cute”, Joe said as he took in your form. You had thrown on an old t-shirt over a pair of panties. But they were nice panties. Just in case.

“Thanks”, you giggled, slipping under the cover yourself. You laid on your side, facing Joe. He had this stupid grin on his face and you couldn´t help but laugh at it.

“What?”, you asked.

“I´m just thinking about our kiss earlier”, Joe said, his eyes falling on your lips for a split-second before meeting your gaze again. Oh.

“Well you were pretty short on options”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What? I would have chosen you out of a hundred girls”, he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Electricity buzzing between his fingers and your skin.

“You would?”, you asked, feeling your skin heat up under his touch. The duvet was way too hot, he was way too hot. And he wanted to kiss you.

“Of course, you´re absolutely stunning and you´re so funny and kind too”, he said, a giant grin on his cute little face. “In fact, I would very much like it if you let me kiss you again, without an audience this time”

“I would like that too”, you whispered as he leant in. You closed your eyes and a second later his lips were on yours again. They fit so perfectly against yours you almost forgot how to breathe. He deepened the kiss, holding your face close to his. Joe´s beard was rubbing against your cheek, only adding to the tingles that engulfed your entire body.

He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, pressing his tongue into your mouth when you parted them. Joe really was a good kisser. He was in charge of it, that was for sure, but it wasn´t too much. It was just perfect.

Joe pulled away with a dopey smile on his face, his lips pink and plump from the kiss.

“You´re incredible, Y/N”, he said with a giggle.

“Now what?”, you laughed. It felt so natural to have him half-naked right next to you all of a sudden. You couldn´t quite believe that it was actually happening, but you wouldn´t trade it for the world.

“It´s just that you´re so cute and then I remember that you have a choking kink and I can´t believe you´re real”

Embarrassment flooded your body making you hide your face into the pillow. You could hear Joe laugh, but you were busy being absolutely mortified.

“Hey don´t be embarrassed, I get it”, he chuckled. Joe reached out to run a finger down your spine. It tickled, but in a good way, and it made you oddly relaxed. “I mean I haven´t tried it myself but I´m sure it´s really hot”

“You haven´t?”, you asked, slowly turning to face him. Joe shook his head. “You just- I can show you if you like?”

“Sure, show me what I´ve been missing out on”

You grabbed his hand and brought it up to your neck. Placing your hand over his, you pushed it against your throat.

“Press into the sides”

You pressed his thumb and fingers into each side of your throat, just how you like it. A little whimper left your mouth and you could see Joe´s eyes darken.

“Right there”, you practically whined, feeling heat rush to your nether regions.

“Wow okay that´s so fucking hot”, he muttered, watching you intently.

“It feels really good too, especially during sex”, you said. You didn´t even know what came over you, but you felt so relaxed in Joe´s presence you all of a sudden had no problem talking about very intimate situations. Maybe the drinks you had earlier helped too.

“And besides you get to see the guy´s arm muscles flex which is really hot”

Your eyes fell on his bicep as you spoke. Joe´s eyes followed yours, making him blush the prettiest of pink colors when he realized you were practically checking him out. He let out a deep breath and pulled his hand away from your throat.

“I-uh, I don´t want to freak you out but I´m so fucking hard right now”, Joe muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Oh. Your eyes trailed down his body and sure enough, you could see his duvet tenting over his crotch. Heat rose to your ears as you looked back up at his darkened eyes. He looked so fucking hot like this, turned on and sweaty. Because of you.

“I´m sorry I don’t know why I told you that”, he said, a nervous giggle leaving his mouth.

“It´s alright”

“It´ll go away”, Joe said, resting his head against the pillow, “Eventually”

“Oh okay, well maybe let´s just chat then yeah?”, you asked, watching as Joe nodded. “Well you know about my kinks, what about yours?”

“That´s definitely not helping my situation, Y/N”, Joe laughed, throwing his head back. You couldn´t help but admire how cute he looked, but you also couldn´t shake the want to let your eyes trail down to his crotch again.

“It´s only fair”, you muttered in amusement. Joe rolled his eyes.

“Fine, uhm, I like to be dominant in bed. There´s nothing I find hotter than having a girl under me”, he started, his voice a few octaves darker. You nodded, eagerly listening to him. God what you wouldn´t give to have him pin you down and fuck you right now, but it was probably too early for that. You had just confessed your attraction for each other, you hadn´t even gone on a date yet. Besides, he didn´t make a move on you so you just assumed he didn´t want to. Trying and failing to ignore the tingling sensation underneath your panties. The panties that were definitely quite damp by now.

“I also really like dirty talk and praising”, he said with a knowing smile. Fuck, he really did pay attention earlier. “And now I´m pretty sure I have a choking kink as well”

“Hmm, I´m sure any girl would be lucky to experience that”, you said, a non-genuine smile on your face. You didn´t want any other girl to sleep with Joe, you wanted it to be you. You wanted him to take control, to tell you how good you were, and to have him choke you while he brings you to the brink of tears from an orgasm.

“Want to find out?”, Joe said. His whole body showed how nervous he was. He was holding his breath, waiting for your reply. Little did he know you were just as nervous as him. And also nearly passing out from his suggestion.

“Wha-, you want uh- you want to have sex with m-me?”, you asked, your eyes wide.

“I thought that was obvious already”, he laughed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You swear you could melt right then and there. Shit, why did he have this much power over you?

“I´m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I totally get it. It´s just that, fuck, you looked so hot with my hand around your throat and I´m so hard for you, Y/N”

“I do”, you blurted out.

“Yeah?”, Joe asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Wow I don´t even know how I managed to grow the balls to ask you. I mean you´re so pretty and I´ve liked you for so long and Ben have told me so many times to just tell you and I-“

“Shut up and kiss me, Mazzello”, you giggled, interrupting his rambling.

Joe´s eyes went wide for a second before he mustered up the courage to grab your face and press his lips to yours. The kiss was way more intense this time, both of you breathing heavily into each other´s mouths. Joe slipped his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. His fingers pulling at your hair. It was so fucking hot, but you wanted more. You pulled his duvet away and threw a leg over his hips. Joe whined into your mouth when your clothed heat met his bulge. His hands immediately flew down to your hips to urge you to start moving.

“Fuck that feels so good, Y/N”, Joe whispered against your lips, “I can already feel how wet you are. You really want this too, don´t you? You liked when I choked you?”

You whimpered in response, speeding up your grinding. His hard cock nudged your sensitive clit, giving you some much-needed friction.

“You´re already desperate for my cock, I can see it on your face. You look absolutely beautiful on top of me, babe. But, I did say that I like to be in control”, he said, tightening the grip on your hips and flipping you over.

A yelp left your mouth when your back hit the mattress, but it was soon replaced by a moan when you felt his wet and swollen lips against your neck. You grabbed onto his auburn hair, tugging at it and stretching your neck, giving him better access.

He sucked on your sensitive skin while sliding a hand under your t-shirt. His touch was almost burning your skin, but at the same time creating goose-bumps in its bath. God, he had you completely at his mercy and he hadn´t even touched you properly yet.

“You´re so responsive, Y/N”, Joe muttered against your neck. He slid his hand up to cup your breast, making you arch your back in pleasure. You could feel Joe grin as he tweaked your nipple with his skilled fingers. “Shit, your boos are just perfect”

With his free hand, Joe reached down to pull at the material. Eager to comply, you lifted your arms to allow him to slide the material over your head. His eyes darkened even further when he took in your exposed breasts. Nipples hard and eager for his touch. He cursed under his breath before leaning in. Joe started with placing a kiss to the bruise of your neck before slowly trailing his lips over your collarbones, placing hot open-mouthed kisses all the way down to your breasts. He let his tongue slid over the soft contour of your breast before flicking the nipple.

You were sure you could cum from the stimulation alone, but the pleasure was short-lived. Joe shot you a knowing look, that smug bastard, before kissing his way down your stomach.

“Hmm, do you want to feel my tongue on your pussy? I know you enjoyed it on your boobs”

“God, yes Joe. Please I-fuck, I need you”, you whined. He was going to be the absolute death of you.

Joe chuckled, pressing a wet kiss just above the waistline of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and swiftly pulled it down your legs. The cold air hit your wet folds, making you want to press your thighs together, but Joe had a harsh grip on each of your thighs.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the very edge of your heat. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, humming at your taste. “And so wet too. Gonna make you cum so fucking hard”

And with that, Joe went to town. He peppered kisses all over your heat, except for your clit. You were a frustrated, moaning, mess as he continued teasing you, never giving you the friction you so desperately craved. He dragged his tongue through your folds, stopping right before he reached your clit. His chin was completely covered in your juices by now and my god was it a hot sight.

“Joe”, you whined, tugging at his hair, “stop teasing me”

“Desperate, are we?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You threw you head back in annoyance, considering reaching down and rubbing your own clit. Especially when you heard and felt him chuckle against your heat.

“Fine, I´ll give you what you want, baby”, he said, immediately wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. You gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot up your spine. The knot in your stomach tightened at an alarming rate, and you had to hold back as to not cum right away.

He sucked with just the right amount of pressure, his eyes locked on yours. It was all too much, you couldn´t hold back. Joe could tell too. He raised an eyebrow, watching you squirm underneath him. Your thighs beginning to shake in his hands.

Joe flicked his tongue over your clit and you were done for. Your orgasm rippled through your body, starts clouding your vision. The knot in your stomach unraveled, leaving a delicious tingling feeling behind.

Joe pulled back with a smug look on his face, watching as you heaved for air.

“Do you always cum this quick, because that was amazing”, he said, pressing a chaste kiss to the apex of your thighs. You were still so sensitive from your high, you involuntarily jumped at his touch. Joe hummed in amusement.

“I-I´ve never, fuck, not even my vibrator can make me cum that quick”, you said.

“I´m going to take that as a compliment then”, Joe laughed, “I really want to make you cum one more time before I fuck you, do you think you can take it?”

“Please”

“Hmm, that´s my good girl”, he cooed, before realizing what he just said. “I mean fuck, you uh- I didn´t mean to say that I´m sorry I-“

“Joe”, you giggled, cutting him off for the second time that evening. “You can call me your girl if you want to”

“Yeah?”, he asked, his entire face lighting up. God, he was too cute to handle. But as much as you wanted to kiss his stupid face all day, you couldn´t ignore the dull ache between your legs anymore.

“Of course, but can you get on with it?”

“Oh, right. Sorry”, Joe said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He leant up to press a sweet kiss to your lips, sharing your own cum between your mouths. The semi-bitterness coating both his and your jaw at this point.

Joe slid one of his hands down from your knee, his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin as he made his way towards your heat. You could feel him smirk against your mouth as you jerked your hips, desperate for him to move faster. You needed another release.

Joe´s lips left yours at the same time his fingers reached your heat. He slid two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing them against your entrance. You gasped, your fingers digging into his arm as he slid inside. He stretched you just right, the delicious stinging pleasure taking over your body.

“Fuck you´re squeezing my fingers, Y/N. Feels fucking amazing”, Joe mumbled. He watched your facial expression as he started searching for your g-spot, grinning in victory as you let out a long moan of his name. “Hmm, there it is”

“Does that feel good, baby?”, he teased, pressing his fingers harder against the bundle of nerves. The tight tingles already starting to build for the second time.

“God, yes”, you whined.

Joe smirked. He slid his thumb down from your thigh to rest against your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. He didn´t even have to rub, it was enough to push you right towards the edge.

“Are you going to cum again for me? You look so beautiful all caught up in the pleasure”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the dark spot on your neck. He flicked his tongue against it, enjoying the shudder your body responded with. “Want to watch you cum for me. Cum.”

His voice was so demanding, his touch so expertly precise, you couldn´t even hold back if you wanted to. Wave after wave of pleasure shot up your body as your orgasm took over.

Joe guided you through your high, ignoring his aching hard-on as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. It was the prettiest sight he´d ever seen. His cock twitching in his pants. Swelling even further

You pulled his hand away when you got over-sensitive, your clit still twitching with aftershocks. Heaving for air as you tried to come back to reality.

Joe sat back on his knees and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. He kept eye contact the entire time, expertly flicking his tongue over them. Just like he had on your clit. Fuck. He shouldn´t be allowed to be this hot. Your eyes trailed over his body, down his chest and over his soft tummy. You reached out to drag your fingers over it, feeling Joe tense under your touch.

“Ah, I-uh, please don´t”, he said shyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it down to his boxers instead. You played with the waistband, your fingers almost brushing against his hard cock.

“Your body is so fucking hot, Joe”, you cooed, pushing him down on the bed. You straddled his lower thighs.

“I don´t like my stomach”, he mumbled, watching you lean down and press a kiss to his chest.

“Hmm, I think it´s sexy”

You moved your lips down to the top of his stomach, looking up to see if you could keep going. Joe nodded, his eyes glued to your movements as you smiled. You pressed kisses all over the soft curve of his stomach, enjoying the little moans he was making. They grew louder when you inched closer to his boxers, a gasp escaping when you hooked your fingers into the material. You pulled then over his hard cock, releasing it of its restraints as you pulled his boxers down his legs.

You couldn´t hold back the smirk that formed on your lips as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. It has hot and heavy in your grasp, thick. The tip was red and swollen, a small bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. You swiped a thumb over it, using the liquid as lube as you slowly started moving and twisting your hand.

“Fuck you´re so good at that”, Joe mumbled, throwing his head back. The moan that left his lips when you leant down to press a kiss to his tip, made a wave of wetness rush to your heat. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking him into your mouth as you worked the rest of his cock with your hand. God his moans were so pretty, so hot. You started to feel desperate to have him inside, having him fill you up.

Apparently, Joe felt the same way because he pulled at your head, needing you to stop before he shot his load into your mouth.

“Wanna fuck you”, he said, flipping you over.

He positioned himself between your legs, grabbing his cock and running it through your soaked folds. His pre-cum mixed with your own excitement, allowing him to easily slide up to your clit. He slapped his cock against the nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you gasping for air. Way too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

“Are you ready?”, he asked, sliding his cock down to rest at your entrance. Pressing against it.

“Yes, fuck me, Joe”, you moaned, reaching out to grab onto his arms. Your fingers digging into the skin as Joe slowly slid inside.

You gasped, feeling him stretch you out. The burn mixing with absolute euphoria. He fit like a hand in a glove, filling every inch of your pussy.

“Fucking hell”, Joe mumbled when he bottomed you out, his balls resting against your skin. You couldn´t help but clamp down on him, relishing in the feeling of being full. “God you´re so tight for me”

“Fu-uck, please move”, you whined, needing to release the knot in your stomach again. It had already started to tighten, the mere feeling of having him close enough for the tingles to start.

Joe didn´t need to be asked twice. He cursed under his breath as he looked down to see his cock slowly slide out of your pussy. Your arousal glistening around him, making him easily slip back inside with a thrust of his hips. His cock nudged against your g-spot, making you scream out and scratch as his arms.

“I-fuck you feel so good around me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so tight”, he muttered with a snap of his hips.

“Harder, Joe”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm start to build.

Joe groaned, grabbing your legs and throwing them around his hips. He leant down to rest on his elbows on either side of your head, using his entire body weight to push into you. The bed scraped against the floor. Your legs pushing him further inside with each thrust.

“`m not going to last long”, Joe warned, his hips stuttering as he held back. Needing to feel you cum around his cock before letting go.

“Shit me too”, you whined, “Choke me”

“Fu-uck”, Joe growled, immediately wrapping a hand around your throat. He added just the right amount of pressure, pressing into the sides. The tip of his cock nudged against your g-spot, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

“I-I´m gonna, fuck, gonna cum, I´m gonna cum”, you moaned. The knot in your stomach started to unravel moments later, the delicious tingle spreading all the way out to your fingers. Your walls clamped down on Joe´s cock, your legs crossing behind his back and keeping him deep inside. His grip on your throat only adding to the pleasure.

Joe watched in awe as you came down, ignoring the pressure building in his balls. He watched your mouth fall open with a cry of his name, feeling your nails scratch at his skin. Definitely drawing blood. The pain only elevating his pleasure. The way you squeezed around him almost causing him to cum.

“Shit that´s the hottest thing I´ve ever seen”, he mumbled, giving you a tentative thrust. You yelped in surprise, your entire pussy way too sensitive. “I´m gonna cum, baby. You want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

You shook your head, unwrapping your legs and pushing him away. Ignoring the empty feeling you were left with as his cock slipped out of your heat.

“Want you to cum in my mouth, Joe. Want to taste you”

“Fucking hell I´m gonna blow”, Joe groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock.

You quickly turned over, positioning yourself in front of him. You knocked his hand away to replace with your own before taking his head into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around his cock, you bobbed your head up and down, letting his cock slip from your mouth before taking him back in. Joe tangled his fingers in your hair, grunting and moaning as he felt his balls draw up.

“Gonna cum”, he warned before you felt the first spurt of cum coat your tongue. You stilled your head, working his shaft with your hand. Rope after rope of hot white liquid shot out of him, the sweet and salty liquid warm against your mouth. Joe moaned your name, his hips stuttering as you milked him dry.

You let him slip from your mouth, opening up to show him all of his cum. Joe cursed.

“Can you swallow for me?”, he asked, grinning when you did so. “Good girl”

He reached down to swipe his thumb over the droplets that had escaped your mouth, pushing it between your lips. You let your tongue swirl around his digit, watching in amusement as his cock twitched in defeat.

“Fuck that´s hot”, Joe muttered as he slumped down onto the mattress. You giggled, following. Joe wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I definitely have a choking kink too”, he said, an amused sigh leaving his lips. You perched your head on his chest, looking up at his now softened eyes. Reaching up to move his hair off his sweaty forehead. “I´m really glad we did this, Y/N. And that you actually like me back”

“You´re welcome”, you beamed.

“What are you smiling about?”

“How much of a softie you are”, you giggled, watching a blush creep up on his face. “I´m not complaining, but I was kind of expecting you to be more dominant”

“Oh? That wasn´t good enough for you, was it?”, he asked, humor lacing his voice. “Three orgasms are standard for you then?”

“Hmm, no it´s not. It was amazing. But, I think you can do better.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I´m more than willing to comply”, he teased.

“Mhm”, you hummed.

“On one condition”

You raised your eyebrows in question, a smile playing at your lips.

“Go on a date with me”, Joe said, leaning down to cup your face. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

“I would love to, Joe”, you said. Joe grinned, and you couldn´t help but lean up and kiss him and his stupid face. Wanting to feel that rush of feelings when you pressed your lips to his.

Once you pulled back, you pressed your lips to his chest before resting your head on it. You could feel his heart beat slowly steady against your cheek, making your heart swell. Not only had he confessed his feelings, but he had also asked you on a date and gave you the best sex you´ve ever had. He was definitely a keeper.

“Do you want to know a secret?”, Joe asked after a while, pulling you from your train of thoughts.

“Yes”

“The Uber never came because Ben stole my phone earlier to cancel it”, he admitted, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Well he kept telling me how much you liked me and when I didn´t believe him he came up with the idea. I thought it was stupid back then, but I´m not complaining now”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted from your lips. You leant up to press your lips to his, relishing in the sweet kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. Making a mental note to yell at Ben. And to thank him.

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blu-slushi · 4 years

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Demon!CraigxWitchOC

*This is a Writing-Prompts prompt. Try saying that 10x fast lmao.I know Craig is typically written as a Priest or something? But i felt like this would be adorable. The OC knows Craig already and is aware that he is a demon(imp) cause she’s a witchy witch. I was kinda thinking “OH SHIT! Sabrina the teenage witch” after i finished it. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this cute/funny fluff stuff*

Prompt:You get home to find a demon sitting in the middle of your living room, crying incoherently while petting your cat. It’s only after a very long and confused assessment as well as noting the bandage around their jaw that you realize the demon just had some of their teeth removed and somehow transported itself to your home in their very loopy state.

School must have been invented to punish horrible people, Blair decided while walking out of the prison-like building with her friends. Well, all except one. Craig had been missing all day. Despite all of the calls and texts, none of his friends knew his whereabouts.

The four friends would still continue their walk as always though. Even though Blair ended up having to walk to her house alone. And all because some fucktard wasn't at school or answering his phone.

“You sure you don't want any of us to walk with ya, Blair? You know that we wouldn’t care to.” Clyde voiced what the other guys were thinking.

“We know that Craig typically walks you, but we could if you want.”

“Yeah! You ACK! Jesus! K-know that it’s not a prob-Dammit-problem.”

“I’m sure guys. It’s just a 5-minute walk from Token’s anyway.” Blair confirmed her thoughts with her overprotective friends. Nothing is going to happen in those 5 minutes. She was sure of it.

“Okay then. Suit yourself, Dandelion.” Token laughed, using her stupid nickname. The only reason they called her that is because they assumed that she was ‘delicate’. Oh! And because of her almost yellow/blonde hair.

She flipped the three boys off as you turned around, sluggishly walking the next block or two to her home. Blair’s home was across the street from the Tuckers, which is why they always walked together.

The walk took much longer than normal because Craig wasn’t there to keep her company. She forgot her stupid headphones like a dumbass so all she had to listen to was the sound of her dirty converse hitting against the pavement. It was oddly comforting in the silence around her. Not paying attention to her surroundings, Blair didn't notice that she was about to walk face-first into a stupid bus sign across from her house until she already smacked her head against the metal pole.

Groaning as she rubbed her head, Blair took her keys out from her bag and unlocked her front door. She took a step into her dark home but soon stopping. Was that… Crying?

Blair carefully took off her tattered converse. Her mind was racing. Blair has been living alone with her cat for almost a year and a half now. So either A) someone broke in, or B) She left the television on.

Blair shuffled from her front door to her living room, noticing a slight red light coming from there. Relief rushed over her, thinking that she just left the television on. But to her dismay, as she rounded the corner to enter the living room, she saw a long, ominous shadow. Fear bubbled up in her chest as she finally peaked around the corner.

A figure sat in her floor. They had on a solid black NASA sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. A dark blue chullo with a large sunflower yellow puffball at the top sat on the figures head. Black hair poked out from the bottom of the chullo. A long, almost pointed tail protrudes from the tailbone of the figure. Sobbing emitted from their mouth, causing Blair to become worried. Which is off because this person was invading her home.

Soft purring came from the direction of the figure. Being the curious dumbass she is, Blair made her way over to see a fluffy tail lazily swaying back and forth in front of them. She quickly moved in front of the figure, taking in the details of their face.

The first thing she noticed was the large bandage wrapped up around their jaw. Their black hair covered a little past their eyebrow. Immediately, Blair knew this guy was Craig. The blue chullo should have given it away, but no. She’s an idiot. Her cat, Salem was laying in his lap, purring with her eyes closed. “Craig? What the hell are you doing here? And why do you have a tail?”

Craig’s piercing blue eyes met with Blair’s brown ones. His pupils were dilated and he had gauze poking out of his mouth with a little blood on them. He had drool running down his chin and tears leaking from his eyes.

“Blairrr~ I missed you~ “ The black hair boy sang. His speech was slurred and the large amounts of gauze wasn’t making deciphering his words any easier. Something clicked in Blair’s mind. Craig told her two days ago that he was having some teeth removed at the end of the week.

“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?” Blair asked in a soft voice.

“Blair. Salem is s-s cute.” The demon hiccuped, wiping tears from his face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“I know, Craig. Here, how about we get you some food and you sleep some, kay?”

Craig nodded, trying his best to get up on his own, but failing miserably. Blair chuckled at te lanky boy. She grabbed his hand and hoisted him up from the floor. “Why are you so heavy? What the hell.” She grumbled under her breath.

Craig giggled as she led him to her couch. Blair grabbed a few pillows, some blankets and sat Salem on top of Craig once he was covered and comfortable.

Different scenarios ran through Blair’s head as she tried to figure out exactly how Craig got here on his own. She concluded that he must have managed to teleport himself here. Why? She’ll have to ask when the medication has worn off.

As Blair started to walk towards her kitchen to get her friend something to eat but was quickly stopped. “Blair. Cuddle?” Craig gave her his best puppy dog eyes as he could. Which was saying something because the man only has one facial expression

“No”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re an idiot.”

Craig continued to pout as Blair walked into her kitchen. She drugs her feet as she made her way to the fridge, grabbing some ice and a smoothie for the demon to eat.

When Blair walked back into the living room, Craig was sitting up, his dark blue eyes following her every move.

“Craig, hun. Lay back down.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.” The imp slurred, reaching for the witches hand. She let him take it. His hands were warm, unlike her own cold, lifeless ones. Blair smiled at him, gently pulling her hands away so she could give him the ice pack.

The demon frowned, scowling at her as he put the ice pack around his face, directly over the gauze that was wrapped around his head.

“Oh come on. Don’t act like that. Drink this smoothie and then maybe I’ll cuddle with you.”

Craig’s eyes lit up at the thought of getting to cuddle with his girlfri- i mean best friend. It’s not like the guy had a blatantly obvious crush on the witch.

Blair chuckled as she watched him drink the strawberry and banana smoothie as quick as he could. Not too long after, he set the glass down and quickly pulled Blair into his lap before she could change her mind.

“Hey... You could have asked first, ya dork.”

“You said after I finished the smoothie.” Craig grinned widely, hugging the girl tightly while breathing in her wonderful scent of nutmeg, orange and camomile tea. Blair tried to pull away, but the imp growled lowly, hugging her tighter.

Blair sighed, relaxing into Craig’s chest. He was so warm. Maybe it’ll be okay to just stay here for a little while. Blair’s eyes got heavier the longer she stayed wrapped in the long arms of Craig.

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Light snores filled the room. Craig wasn’t too sure who they were from, but he really didn’t care. He gripped the pillow in his arms a little tighter, snuggling his sore face into the bundle. The imp let out a content sigh, breathing in the nutmeg and camomile scent. It was oddly comforting. It smelt like Blair. Huh. Wonder when she was here. Craig’s solid black and almost fluffy tail swished in the air, lightly thumping on the couch he laid on.

The “pillow” in Craig’s arms moved slightly, up and down. He froze. His eyes still closed. He listened closely to the rooms surroundings. His mind was still a little foggy from that morning’s procedure. Craig slowly opened his eyes, being met with blond hair. He moved his eyes lower to see that he definitely wasn't holding a pillow, but his best friend and longtime crush, Blair, who happened to be sleeping on his chest, wrapped in his arms.

Craig could feel his face flush with a bright red colour. Why was Blair here? Well, the real question was, why was he in her house?

Careful not to wake the sleeping witch, Craig carefully moved his body, gripping Blair so she didn’t move too much.

“Craig? What are you doing?” Shit

“Oh. Um. Hi Blair. Fancy meeting you here.” Craig could feel his face heat up, obviously turning redder. It also didn’t help that his face was starting to throb very unnaturally.

“Craig. Hun, what do you remember?”

“Uh..”

“Hun, you teleported yourself here just to pet Salem. You were sobbing too. It was quite amusing, to be honest.” Blair’s voice held an amused tone, smirking as the imp shrank into his hoodie.

“You don’t say.”

People would think that it takes a lot to embarrass Craig Tucker. But not when it came to Blair. She could read him easily while everyone else had to study his eyes to see if they let off any unusual emotion or see if his typically monotoned, nasally voice betrayed him and leaked some form of emotion. Maybe it was because Blair was a witch and typically did spiritual readings in her “witchy relm” for a living. But she almost always knew what to say or do to embarrass the boy.

His grip loosened around her, but his touch still lingered

“Blair?”

“Hm?”

“Can I talk to you about something.. Something a little important?”

“How about we go back to sleep instead?”

Blair’s green and gold eyes met his own sapphire blue ones. The distance between them seemed too much. Craig watched as Blair’s eyes closed, leaning closer. He smiled to himself before finally closing the distance between them. Their lips touching.

Now, this was real magic.

#south park #craig #imp #fluff #craig tucker #oc #mentionsofwitchcraft

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years

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Wasn't sure if you were still doing your prompt list or not. I'm in desperate need of some 4 and 108 Rami fluff. I love teaching, but this school year is already starting off badly and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm already feeling overwhelmed, stressed, and run into the ground. 😢

I GOT YOU SO SO SO MUCH. Fluffy sweetness is on its way and I’m gonna make it happen with Elliot.

As an aside, you are a damn hero, and I know your year WILL get better!

* * * * *

It had been a few days since Elliot received a text from you that was longer than a few words, and sometimes your texts were only as long as a single frustrated or crying emoji. He knew the beginning of the school year was a stressful time for you, so at first, he backed off with requests to see you and just sent texts of simple encouragement.

Elliot never really seemed to sleep, so every morning during the first week of school, when you woke up, it would be to a series of spaced out texts:

I miss you but I know you’re busy.

You’ve got this, baby.

It’s Wednesday—only three more days until you can sleep in.

I admire you so much.

Elliot’s words in the morning helped you make it through until lunch, and you knew when you checked your phone, he would’ve sent another positive text. Every year, Elliot memorized your schedule, even quicker than you did, so he knew when you would need some encouragement from him the most.

Elliot had a difficult time seeing the good in the world, but through your dedication to a career that paid too little and caused unimaginable stress, he was able to put aside his dreary outlook and be a beacon of hope when you needed it the most, often surprising you with just how perceptive he really was.

Even though Elliot had been following the same pattern as he had last year, something just felt off. You were more overwhelmed and more distant than you had been at this same time last year. Elliot stared at his phone at lunchtime on Friday, typing and erasing a hundred messages before he finally settled on one:

Are you okay?

When you got his text, you fought back the tears that had already been threatening to fall all throughout lunch.

You took a deep breath and confessed:

No.

In less than a minute, Elliot replied that he was coming over after school, no excuses.

Okay,you replied, ashamed that you felt this shitty and it was only the first week of school.

You took a few deep breaths and started straightening up your classroom, letting mundane tasks distract you while you willed yourself to pull it together before the bell rang.

And when the bell did ring, you were ready to greet your flushed and eager kiddos at the door, a smile on your face that was brighter than the sun, hiding every stress and feeling of helplessness under its radiant surface.

* * * * *

Elliot was waiting for you, his hands in his hoodie pockets despite the August heat, but he did have his hood down, his hair looking stylishly messy as usual. Despite your awful week, seeing him made you smile.

“Hi,” you said as you turned the key in the door.

“Hi,” Elliot said, a small smile playing with his lips. “I didn’t want to startle you, so I just waited outside.”

You shook your head.

“We’ve been over this, El. Mi casa es su casa.”

“I’m sorry,” Elliot mumbled as he hesitated in the entryway.

You closed your eyes and sighed as you kicked your shoes off.

“No, I am. I’m bound to be a little snappy. That’s why I haven’t wanted to see you. I’m afraid I’ll be horrible because I have no one else to take it out on.”

Elliot bent down to untie his own shoes, lining them up beside the entryway mat and also picking yours up from where they landed and placing them neatly beside his own.

You were already unloading your school bag at the kitchen table, spreading out the things you knew you needed to accomplish over the weekend. Even Elliot could feel the tension radiating off of you, only getting worse as you looked at the mountain of work.

“Hey,” Elliot said as he reached for you, turning you to face him instead of the table. “Go upstairs and take a bath. Relax. I’ll order a pizza.”

“I really should at least organize—”

“No,” Elliot said, taking your face in his hands. “No.”

You chuckled, enjoying that Elliot was forcing you to relax, knowing that you sure as hell needed someone to give you permission, otherwise, the guilt of ignoring everything you needed to accomplish would eat at you.

“Alright. You win,” you said, reaching out to take his chin between your thumb and forefinger, pulling him in to kiss him sweetly.

You must’ve dozed off in the tub because the buzz of Elliot’s voice from the doorway was the next thing you remembered after kissing him downstairs at the kitchen table.

“Huh?” you said, blinking your eyes.

Elliot smiled, a sweet upturn of one side of his mouth.

“The pizza’s here,” he repeated.

“I must’ve fallen asleep,” you mumbled as you shivered from the chill in the water.

Elliot pulled the fluffy towel you had laid out off of the sink and held it up as you climbed out of the tub. He wrapped you up in it, squeezing you close for a few minutes as he breathed in the scent of your hair. Then, he started toweling you off, making sure you were completely dry before wrapping you up again.

“Thanks, El,” you mumbled, still a little sleepy.

He kissed your forehead in a gesture meaning, you’re welcome, and then your stomach growled, the noise obnoxiously ruining your quiet moment.

You laughed and said you’d throw on some pjs and meet him downstairs.

When you rounded the corner from the bottom of the stairs and entered the kitchen, you nearly burst into tears for the tenth time that day, except that these would’ve been very happy tears.

While you were in the bath, Elliot had done your dishes, taken out the trash, and tidied up. You glanced at the kitchen table and saw he had organized your paperwork, alphabetizing each of the forms your students’ parents had filled out.

“Oh, Elliot. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

Elliot had been taking plates and cups out of the cupboard and hadn’t paid attention to your reaction. When he looked back and saw your tear-filled eyes, he put the dishes on the counter and came over to hug you, clutching onto you and holding you for as long as you needed him to. Again, the tears only threatened, so after a few minutes, and after another obnoxious growl from your stomach, you thanked Elliot again before the two of you tucked into the pizza.

Once your stomachs were full and the two of you were curled up on the couch, settled in to watch something fluffy and mindless on TV, Elliot asked you about your week.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just thought maybe you needed someone to listen.”

And listen he did—Elliot may be a little more complicated than most, but he was a fantastic listener, never forgetting anything you said.

You talked through your week, trying to pinpoint what was so different this year than in the year’s past.

“I just feel . . . helpless,” you said, finally deciding on a word that seemed to sum up how you’d felt all week.

If there was anything Elliot understood with crystal clarity, it was what it felt like to feel helpless, to feel like no matter what you did, it was never enough or it was always wrong.

Elliot was quiet, but you could feel him working over what he wanted to say. You shifted, settling your head on his chest, your arm draped across his waist while his arm rested behind you, his fingers moving every now and then, tapping a rhythm out on your hip.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you? You were helping a little boy, a little boy who was a lot like me, scared and unsure of how to make friends. You talked to him, gave him some suggestions and even introduced him to a few kids.”

“El—I have a thousand conversations like that a day.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you remember every conversation with every kid. What matters is that you talked to them, made them feel valid. You may not remember, but that kid sure as fuck does. Kids remember how you make them feel,” Elliot said, his words rumbling through his chest.

“I know you try your best every day, Y/N. And I am positive that even your version of the worst is better than 95% of everyone else’s best. And your new kids are gonna know that soon enough.”

Elliot’s words shattered every successful battle you had fought and won not to cry all day long, so when the tears came, you let them. You cried into his shirt while he held you, whispering quietly, “Baby don’t cry.”

After a while, the tears stopped, and you sat up. Elliot handed you a few tissues from the side table, even reaching out to swipe at a few tears before smoothing out your hair.

You smiled weakly and attempted to make a joke to lighten the mood. “I didn’t even get to complain about the horseshit my principal wants me to do before I cried an actual river.”

Elliot’s face lit up as he said, “Do you want me to hack your principal? I bet I could find something. Or maybe even that parent you told me about earlier in the week? I know I could find something on her.”

This time, you laughed out loud and Elliot softly joined in. The funniest thing was that you knew he was serious. If you gave him permission, he would fuck up anyone that made you cry, relishing in the fact that he alleviated even a fraction of your stress.

“No, El,” you said, running a hand across his jaw. “I’ll fight my own battles.”

Elliot shrugged his shoulders and held out his arms for you to settle back into your spot. As you snuggled back onto his chest, he said, “Just a little hack?”

You laughed again, and it was music to Elliot’s ears. He smiled and kissed the top of your head as he moved his hand to start massaging your back, lightly working away the knots and the kinks until soon enough, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms.

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joeybelle · 6 years

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Oh, how the tables have turned - Part 10

Clyde Logan X Reader

inspired by @clyde-prompts: “Some guys are rude and use ableist slurs against Clyde. The reader is with them, and although she feels bad about what’s happening, is too scared to say anything in front of her “friends”. She comes back to the bar a couple nights later to try and show him she’s not a bad person. They get to know each other and fall in love”. Doesn’t fully follow the prompt.

Warnings: Language, first person POV, fluff.

Word count: ~4600

Rating: Mature

Setting: Pre-heist

A.N: So we’re slowly coming to an end. Part 10 and 11 together make the final actual chapter. There will be a short epilogue coming after this, hopefully I will be able to write it and post it faster than the ones before. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback, this story wouldn’t have been possible without you. Love you all!

Tags: @lonelyravenclaw @kyloren-supreme-ben @onmyknees4steve @elsablackswift @helloimindelaware @mwcritics @makingtimemine @littlekylo

A very persistent ray of light woke me up at the crack of dawn. At first, I was a bit confused as to why I was pinned down, unable to move, but as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw Clyde’s sleeping figure splayed across my bed, trapping me under him.

I smiled and brushed a few strands of hair away from his sleeping face. He was breathing evenly, the tiniest snore escaping his parted lips. He was still hugging me, his head on my shoulder, holding me close to his chest. I was hot and sweaty, swaddled too tightly in the sheets, with Clyde’s body radiating heat like a furnace on top of me. He was heavy and I really, really needed to pee, but refused to move and wake him up.

I closed my eyes and tangled my fingers through his hair, stroking it absentmindedly. I was mildly uncomfortable, but content. I was really happy that he had finally gathered the courage to make a move, and what a move it had been. I could thank the vodka for that, or the storm, or my mother’s magical recipe, either way we had finally given in to our urges and I was ecstatic.

I must have fallen asleep once again, because the ringing of my cell phone brought me back to reality with a jolt. I scrambled out of Clyde’s embrace, trying to get to the phone as fast as possible. I nearly tripped on Clyde the Bear (who had spent the night on the floor because his place had been taken by Clyde the Human), but eventually reached the demonic device, stopping the blaring sound.

“Hello?” I croaked into the phone, hurrying to the bathroom, trying not to wake Clyde up in the process. He was stirring in his sleep, covering his eyes with his forearm, so I knew it was probably too late.

It was the school secretary, calling to inform me that due to some water damage, the college would be closed for the rest of the week for repairs. I thanked her, but wished she’d have just sent a text or an email, because I really planned on sleeping in. Work was the least of my worries right now.

There was still no power, I noticed as I washed my face and brushed my teeth with freezing cold water. I’d probably have to shower in cold water too, but for now I just washed the crucial parts, hoping that I’d be able to take a proper shower later that day. Freezing, I wrapped myself in a fluffy bathing robe and crawled back into bed next to Clyde.

He was only half awake, looking at me with unfocused eyes. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.

“Good morning,” I said, nestling back against his chest. He mumbled something unintelligible in reply, but it sounded like a greeting to me. “There still isn’t any power,” I let him know, although he seemed more interested in nuzzling against my hair than anything that was happening outside the bed. “So if it doesn’t come back soon, we’ll have to shower with cold water,” I gave him the bad news.

His eyes were closed and his breathing steady, so for a moment I thought he’d fallen back asleep. “‘S okay,” he mumbled against my hair. “We have a generator, we can shower back at my place,” he said, yawning.

I hadn’t really thought of that alternative. Of course they would be more prepared for anything than I was, but I hadn’t even considered the possibility of going to his place. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about it. It was silly to feel anxious; after all, I wasn’t going to be formally introduced to his family or anything and as far as I knew Jimmy seemed to encourage the relationship, but it still made me somewhat nervous.

I shifted a little and craned my neck to look at him. “Do you think that would be okay?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, settling back into his arms, basking in the comfort of his embrace and wishing I could worry less about minor issues.

It only took a few moments for Clyde to fall asleep again, but unfortunately I was wide awake. Even so, I laid still in his arms thankful that he was there, holding me close. It had been such a long time since I’d been with someone that I had almost forgotten how good it felt to just stand still for a moment, enjoying the present. Most things come to an end, unfortunately, so you have to learn to enjoy the good ones while they last.

And my time with Clyde was definitely something I wanted to enjoy, whether it was going to be a long lasting relationship or just a one night stand. Inviting me to go to his house meant that he wasn’t going to get dressed and bolt out the door the moment he got up, and that he wanted to spend more time with me. He hadn’t seemed the type to get up and leave and never call again, but my brain had decided that early in the morning was the best time to overthink. Either way, last night had been blissfully satisfying even if we wouldn’t end up together in the end.

The phone started ringing once again, resounding unpleasantly in the mostly empty room. I mumbled profanities and wiggled out of Clyde’s embrace once again, cursing myself for not turning it off the last time it rang. I wondered who would be calling so early in the morning. Work was already settled, I was certain they wouldn’t call again. Maybe my mom had heard about the storm and was calling to check up on me, but since they were visiting some old friends in Europe, it was highly unlikely. They’d just spend all day taking walks, eating cheese and sipping wine, not giving a fuck about what was going on in the US. Could it be that Jimmy had panicked thinking that I’d eaten his brother alive during the night? He didn’t have a cell phone, though.

Surprise! It was Maggie. My good old friend Maggie.

“Hiii Baby!” she screeched in my ear, her voice way too high pitched to be pleasant at that hour. “I didn’t wake you up, did I? Your voice sounds a little rough.”

“No! No,” I said, getting the feeling that it would have been a better idea to just lie and pretend to be asleep. “I was just gonna make some coffee.”

“Oh great! Cause I brought you some cookies,” she giggled and my face fell in utter confusion.

“What?”

“I was checking up on your next door neighbour, you know, that cute old lady that used to give us apple pie whenever she baked, do you remember her?” I hardly managed to mumble a ‘yeah’ before she continued her tirade. “Well, she’s really old now so Jake and I are checking up on her from time to time, the poor lady doesn’t have any kids. Anyway, I was checking up on her to see how she had pulled through the storm, and I thought to drop by your place and bring you some cookies. I know that you’ve been busy lately and we didn’t get to catch up last time we met ‘cause you left so early so, please accept this as a peace offering? And also, open the door? Please?”

I swear to god, this woman didn’t need to breathe. It took me a few moments so realize that she was in front of my door, so I told her to hold on while I scrambled for something to get dressed in. Luckily, Clyde was still sleeping, so I was hoping I would be able to send her away before he woke up. I really didn’t want to think about what she’d say if she found Clyde walking around my living room. I wasn’t ready for that argument just yet. I knew I’d have to let her know about the relationship sooner or later, but for now I wanted him all to myself.

I opened the door and was greeted with the most enthusiasm I had ever experienced in one single hug.

“You know there’s still a hole in the fence between you and your neighbour? The same one we used to sneak out through?” she said, pushing a box of homemade cookies in my hands. “Yeah, I didn’t even have to go round the corner, I just came through the fence. Your house is okay, right?” she asked letting herself in and looking around the living room.

“I guess,” I mumbled, crossing my arms, feeling like she was a little too much for me to handle without any coffee in my system. “I didn’t check everywhere.”

“I guess it’s alright then. Your house is pretty sturdy. You know, when Jake and I built our house five years ago…” and I stopped listening, following her around as she told me a story I wasn’t really interested in.

I eventually guided her to the kitchen, hoping that we hadn't woken Clyde up with all the chatter. He didn’t get that many days off, as far as I knew, so I wanted him to get some well needed rest. Also, I wanted to crawl back into bed next to him and spend the rest of the morning without pants, doing absolutely nothing productive.

I set up the coffeemaker and turned it on, waiting anxiously for the liquid to start dripping in the pot. Maggie was still talking. I wondered if she’d noticed that I wasn’t really listening, or giving a fuck about what she was telling me. Probably. She may have been a little ditzy, but she wasn’t stupid. I was feeling bad for treating her like that, but after the horrendous meeting in the bar, I needed a little time to think about our relationship. Ambushing me early in the morning with cookies wasn’t a great way to deal with this situation, but that was Maggie.

It took me about two minutes to notice that I still had no power, so there was no way I was getting any coffee. I rubbed my eyes, feeling increasingly miserable. Cold brewing would take a few hours at least and I didn’t have any instant coffee. The day was getting better and better.

“I’m sorry,” I said, interrupting her. “You’ll have to excuse me, there’s a power outage and I’ve got no way of making coffee. Is soda okay?”

“Anything is fine, really,” she assured me with a wave of hand. “A tree has fallen on the power lines down the road,” she helpfully let me know. “It may take a while before they fix it.”

Oh great. This meant no shower, no coffee, no hot breakfast. I really wished she’d leave so I could go back to sleep until the power came back on. “But they’re fixing it, right?” I asked taking two soda cans from the non-functioning fridge.

“Yeah, but it may take some time. Is that a plastic arm on your counter?” she asked, making the blood freeze in my veins. I turned slowly and looked at it. It was still on the counter where Clyde had left it last night in the heat of our makeout session. I had no idea how I could forget about it, but even if I hadn’t, there was still no way I could have subtly hidden it. This was going to get awkward fast.

“Yeah,” I said, straightening my back and taking a deep breath, expecting the worst.

“Is it Clyde Logan’s arm?” she asked, a nervous smile forming on her lips.

“Yeah,” I replied, maybe a little snappier than intended.

“What’s…” she laughed, “what’s it doing on your counter?”

“He left it there.” There was no point in lying, not that I could put up a believable lie in such a short time anyway. “He spent the night. He’s still sleeping,” I added to clear the blatant look of confusion in her eyes.

“Oh,” was the only thing she said, looking around a little startled, like she’d just woken up in a strange place. “I didn’t know you were into that,” she said, pointing with a perfectly manicured finger at the prosthesis, the confusion on her face morphing into a mocking smile. “You’ve come with some weird fetishes from New York.”

I felt my blood starting to boil. “I’m not into that,” I said, mocking her tone, trying really hard not to start yelling. “I’m really into him, and if he comes with a prosthetic arm it doesn’t bother me at all. It’s just one tiny part of him and I like the whole person.” My tone must have been pretty harsh despite my efforts, because I saw her smile falter, and her whole demeanor become apologetic.

“Oh, come on, Baby,” she said, and her voice was suddenly sweet, no trace of that mocking smile anywhere on her pretty face. “It was just a joke, you don’t have to take everything so seriously.”

“I don’t like it when you joke about him like that,” I said, my voice still keeping its severe edge. “Neither you or Jake or anyone else for that matter.” I knew I could have been way more delicate in handling this situation, trying to salvage the friendship I had with her, but in the end I didn’t care. If she wanted to still be friends she had to follow my rules, and one of those was: do not mock the people I care about. And I really cared a fucking lot about Clyde.

Maggie seemed to scramble to find her words, taken aback by my outburst. She looked around like she was trying to find an escape route. “Oh, hi Clyde,” she suddenly said, making my head snap in the direction of the door.

Clyde was standing in the doorway, looking like a bear that had just been woken up from hibernation, dressed in the same jeans and t-shirt he had been wearing last night. I didn’t know how long he had been standing there, but I really hoped he hadn’t heard out argument. But by the frown on his face he must have heard at least a part of it.

“I see you’re busy this morning,” Maggie said, getting up and heading for the door, for the first time seeming to understand that she wasn’t wanted here.

“Kinda,” I mumbled, following her. “It’s just not the best time right now. Thank you for the cookies, though,” I said, forcing my face into a fake smile, for the sake of appearances.

“So that’s how it is?” she muttered, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. I chose to ignore it, even though my heart ached knowing that I had to finally accept that this friendship was dead. It wasn’t easy after all those years spent together. “Don’t worry about it, I like baking and as I said, I was in the area.” She quickly gathered her stuff, mirroring my fake smile perfectly. “Oh, and Clyde,” she said as she passed him, and I wanted to be able to stuff my fist in her mouth before she had the opportunity to open it again, “take good care of my girl here.” She pat his shoulder in fake familiarity, but I could see how her face twisted into that mean sneer once again. “You know she’s way too good for you, right?”

If it weren’t for Clyde’s hand on my shoulder I would have snapped right then and there and it would have ended up in a fistfight. But I looked up at him and I only saw a worried expression on his face, no anger, no hurt, as if he’d already been expecting her words. I decided it wouldn’t be worth the cops and having to get Clyde to bail me out of jail on the second day of whatever this relationship would end up being. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, and leaned into his chest, his hand protectively going around my shoulders.

“Don’t be such a cow, Maggie.”

She laughed, but I could once again see the hurt in her eyes. “And what if I am?”

“Then I wish you all the best,” I said, with another forced smile. My blood was still boiling. “I hope that one day you’ll be find happiness and peace, so you don’t have to hurt others to feel better about yourself.”

I was a bitch. I knew exactly where to hit to make it hurt. But I wasn’t gonna let anyone come into my house and insult my man and leave like nothing ever happened.

“Same to you,” she said, before stepping out the front door. The sun was shining brightly that morning, covering everything in a warm glow. I could see tears in Maggie’s eyes when she turned to look at me one last time.

“Oh, I’m good,” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking. She waved at us and she was gone.

I closed the door and collapsed into Clyde’s open arms, pressing my face into his t-shirt. His smell was already familiar and comforting. I made an effort to not break down into sobs. Yeah, she was a bitch, but she had been my friend for so many years. And to be honest, I didn’t think she did it out of malice, I just think she was scared of the new, of the unknown. She’d lived all her life between perfectly drawn lines, and everything that deviated from that was bad. I was weird in her eyes for leaving, maybe even weirder for coming back and not being the same person that left. And the weird scared her. Maybe one day, when she’d learn to be more accepting of the world around her we could be friends once again.

“You know,” he finally spoke, “she’ll tell everyone about me. About us.” I looked up at him. He seemed a little worried, his body rigid and his face strained.

“Does it bother you? If people know about us?” I asked, swallowing the newly formed lump in my throat.

“No! No, of course not,” he said, pulling me closer to his chest and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Does it bother you?” he asked in a small voice betraying his insecurity.

“Nope. Absolutely not,” I vehemently denied. “But it kinda pisses me off that she’ll be the one that will tell everyone and she’ll make it sound like it’s a super secret thing she’d uncovered and she’ll tell you but ‘don’t tell anyone else’, cause that’s the best way to start rumours. If I had the money, I’d write it on a banner and hire a blimp to fly around town making sure everyone knows before she gets to tell them. There’s nothing that would piss her off more. Nothing!” I huffed, annoyance growing once again and looked up to see Clyde laughing. There was no sign of the insecurity I saw earlier and I smiled, relieved. “Don’t laugh at me, Clyde Logan. I need my coffee,” I mumbled into his t-shirt.

“Let’s get you some coffee then.”

I wasn’t feeling great, but a kiss from Clyde made me feel a little better. This wasn’t really how I’d planned spending the morning with him, but I could find some solace in the realization that it could have been much worse. I frowned at the still dead coffee maker as Clyde reattached his prosthetic arm.

“I can’t make coffee,” I said, hugging him from behind and resting my head on his back. “Or breakfast. Or anything that requires electricity, because guess what: the power still hasn’t come back on and may not do so for a while. Maggie said there’s a tree down the road that has fallen on the power lines.”

“That’s something that happens often. Especially during storms like the one we had last night,” he said in his totally serious, matter-of-fact way of speaking. I laughed and let go of him.

“Well then, cold cuts and soda it is,” I replied in an over dramatic way.

“We could always go to my place,” he offered while fiddling with the clasp on his prosthesis. He seemed really shy about it, avoiding my gaze and playing with something as he spoke. “I can make eggs and bacon, and coffee. And you can shower in peace ‘cause Jimmy’s gonna be checking up on Sadie and I don’t think he’s gonna be back before noon.”

He finally looked up and met my gaze. He seemed really hopeful and maybe a little scared of what my answer would be. Truth be told, I was going to refuse, because I had a pathological fear of inconveniencing people and a martyr complex on top, but I didn’t really want to crush his hopes. Why would I, in the end? So I smiled and nodded.

“Okay. I’m just gonna have to grab a few things. Toiletries and a change of clothes,” I said, pointing towards the bathroom. His whole face lit up in the cutest smile I’d ever seen. Yeah, my morning had suddenly gotten a lot better.

I gathered all my stuff in a bag and got properly dressed, while Clyde washed his face and brushed his teeth. He was a bit reluctant to just ‘waste’ one of my spare toothbrushes, but I convinced him it’s not wasted if he’d spend the night at my place from time to time so he’d use it. He smiled and blushed and hid in the bathroom while I was getting dressed.

Before we left I took Clyde the Bear from where I’d thrown him on the floor in the heat of the moment the night before, dusted him a little and placed him back on the bed. I had a feeling he wasn’t very pleased with how I’d treated him, but I was convinced he understood the circumstances, and he’d forgive me for sleeping on the floor. I’d make sure to move him to the living room couch next time.

“Do you really sleep with it?” Clyde asked, emerging from the bathroom looking a lot more alive than five minutes before.

“Yeah. Look how cute he is,” I said, squishing its cheeks. “He reminds me of you. You’re both big and cuddly. You’re a bit cuddlier, though.”

Clyde smiled and grabbed my bag, and in a couple of minutes we were out the door.

It was a beautiful morning, the sun shining brilliantly on a perfectly clear sky. If it weren’t for the scattered leaves and broken branches that were littering the ground, you’d never think there had been a storm that night.

We got into the car and pulled out of the driveway. The street was just as full of debris as my garden, and at the intersection there was indeed a team cutting down a huge tree that had fallen on the power lines. It was a bit sad. It was a tree that had always been there, huge and majestic ever since I could remember, watching over us as we walked to school. Now it just lay there, a pile of broken wood and scattered branches, covering half the street and somebody’s front yard.

“I’m afraid they won’t be able to fix this today,” I said, looking out the window as we passed it.

“You can sleep at my place if you’d like,” he said, looking straight ahead. “Until they fix the power lines. Also after that, if you want to. You are always welcome in my house.” He nodded to himself and shut his mouth, pressing his lips together as if to stop himself from rambling.

I looked at him with great fondness and giggled. “Sure,” I said and his head snapped in my direction like he hadn’t expected me to actually say yes. “If there’s still no power when I come back, we’ll see. I’d have to pack some clothes.”

“I won’t mind if you don’t,” he said and I burst into laughter.

“Of course not. But them you’d have to lend me some of yours.”

“Don’t mind that either.”

“I’d drown in them.”

“They’d look good on you.”

I snorted and went back to looking out the window. Everywhere in town you could see the aftermath of the storm: broken branches, debris on the road, tiles that had fallen from the roofs and shattered on the pavement. I could see broken windows and signs that had been ripped off shops. It was quite depressing, but people had already gone out and started fixing the damage.

“You know,” Clyde said all of a sudden, making me look at him, “you shouldn’t have argued with your friend… because of me.” He didn’t seem very comfortable speaking about this, the frown on his face and the rigid posture making me think he was forcing himself to speak.

“We would have argued anyway, sooner or later. We’re just too different right now to be able to stay friends.” I pressed my forehead to the window and focused on the scenery outside. It was still an open wound and it still hurt talking about it. “Maybe one day, if she realizes how shit she’s been, we could be friends once again. But that won’t happen anytime soon, because she’s too afraid of change and of doing anything that her husband would even slightly disapprove of.” I could feel myself getting angry once again, so I made an effort to calm down. “If she started thinking for herself and stopped echoing Jake’s beliefs for five minutes, I know she’d really like you.”

Clyde threw me a quick glance. “I doubt it.”

“I don’t. I’ve known her even before she had anyone to impress or anything to prove and I know that if she unironically liked me for all those years, she’d like you a lot.”

He somehow looked even sadder despite my reassurance, and I was wondering what landmine I had stepped on now.

“All the more reason not to argue with her.”

“I don’t like her very much right now,” I mumbled. My heart ached, but it was the truth. My eyes started to fill with tears but I was able to fight them off for now. I’d have time to cry another time. “I won’t waste my time on people that make me uncomfortable.” I looked at Clyde once I was sure I didn’t look like bursting into tears and he still didn’t look convinced of what I was saying. I signed, and decided that now was as good a time as any. I could feel my cheeks start to burn, but blurted it out before I had time to start overthinking. “But I like you very much.”

The car swerved a little, but Clyde regained control before anything happened. He’d turned beet red and was throwing me quick glances while I smiled like an idiot. Maybe it wasn’t the best moment, if I didn’t want us to die.

“I like you a lot too,” he eventually said once he regained enough composure to speak clearly.

“Great,” I said, smiling. “Now please stop worrying about other people, okay?”

“Okay,” he said and tried to take my hand, before remembering that he couldn’t drive and hold my hand at the same time.

“Hand on the steering wheel, eyes on the road, Logan,” I laughed, scooting closer to him and lacing my arm around his elbow. He managed to turn even redder in embarrassment, so I lifted the sleeve of his t-shirt and placed a kiss on his shoulder.

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1 and 15 for the angst/fluff prompt??

A/N: So so late but I’m finally getting it done. The start of yet another AU I’ve come up with that’s been on my mind lately because I like to work on anything but my school work. And I love doing these, so please send me more prompts! Hope you enjoy.

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1 & 15. “Stay here tonight.” and “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Eliza was nervous as she made her rounds in the ballroom. She was new to DC. She had lived here for a few years as a girl, but this still felt like a whole new world to her. This was her first step into the political world and her big political gala she was attending as a reporter at the Herald. Intelligent and a pretty face, she had everything a political writer could want.

Merely a week after she was hired, she was given a huge case. Alexander Hamilton, an immigrant along with the youngest member of the cabinet at only 34, he was the hot topic in DC. No one knew that much about him besides his connection with Washington along with his impressive military career.

She spent the entire week coming up with a game plan, attempting to find a fine line between her usual methods. She couldn’t be outrageously flirtatious like she usually was. He was married, after all, and Eliza wasn’t one to try and destroy families. His wife, Maria, a fellow immigrant, was a bit of a recluse and rarely attended events with her husband. The public knew virtually nothing about her and it seemed the Hamiltons were trying to keep it that way. The only picture she managed to find of the woman was a single one when she attended the State of the Union address that January.

Her opportunity to strike came when she saw Secretary Hamilton alone at the bar, waiting for a drink. She had a half-empty glass of champagne, and she went over, purposefully tripping just as she got to him, spilling it down the side of his jacket. “Oh! Secretary Hamilton, I am so sorry!” She said, dabbing at it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved her off, pulling his arm from her grip. There was a pause when their eyes locked for the first time, Eliza’s heart seems to skip a beat when one of the corners of his lips raised in a smirk. He really was quite handsome.

“I’m still very sorry. I’d be happy to pay for your dry cleaning if you’d let me—“

“Don’t be silly,” he shook his head, the same smirk on his face. “It’s really no trouble. Enjoy your evening, miss.” He turned back to the bar.

Oh. She wasn’t really used to that.

He turned back to face her when she didn’t move. “You know, I’d offer to buy you a drink if it wasn’t an open bar.”

“I think I should be the one buying you a drink here, Mr. Secretary,” she smiled, a bit relieved.

“God, please don’t call me that. I get called that every damn day, don’t need it on the weekends.” He turned to the bar and thanked him as he was handed his drink, a simple glass of scotch. “And whatever she’s having,” he motioned towards her with his head, taking a sip of his drink.

“Gin and tonic, please,” she said, taking that as an invitation to join him, sitting down on the stool next to him. “So… What should I call you then?”

He looked like he was in deep thought for a moment, smirking again when Eliza laughed. “Alex… Alexander, or Ham even.”

“Ham?”

“What most people called me while I was serving in the military. Hamilton was a bit of a mouthful.”

“Alexander is, too.”

“Um, it’s better than Mr. Secretary,” he laughed. “But that’s why Alex is also an option.”

“I’ll call you Alexander. Seems more fitting somehow.”

“Oh?” He smiled when she nodded. “And what should I call you?”

“I’m Elizabeth Schuyler.” She held out her hand, trying desperately to ignore the slight spark she felt when their skin touched. They held on to each other longer than strictly necessary before Eliza tore her hand from his grip. “Or Eliza. Since Elizabeth is a bit of a mouthful.”

“Eliza,” he smiled at her and she nearly shuddered at the sound of her name on his lips, the way it sounded with his subtle accent.

That seemed to be it. Eliza had forgotten all about her assignment and they just talked. He told her about his journey to America, how Maria was his childhood sweetheart whom he married to speed her immigration process along, how his public life was causing a strain in their relationship, they were growing apart. He told her about his mother, his brother, and his father.

She, in turn, spoke with him about her own admittedly privileged childhood, her two sisters, constantly growing up in their shadows— being neither the prettiest like Peggy or the smartest like Angelica. She was simply just there. She told him about her move away from them and how hard it was, how she was debating on finding her birth parents, about her ex-fiancé Henry.

They stayed hidden in their not so secret corner of the bar, Eliza not noticing how close they had somehow managed to get to each other, their faces mere inches apart. Her cheeks flushed and she leaned away, noticing the emptying room.

Alexander looked as surprised as she was, glancing down at his watch, laughing. “Two thirty. That evening went by surprisingly fast. Thank you, Eliza. You made it enjoyable rather than merely tolerable with a ton of booze,” he grinned at her laugh.

“The same to you, Alexander.” She smiled back at him and there was a brief, loaded pause. “I suppose it’s going to be a bit of a challenge finding a ride home at this time of night,” she said before she started to rummage through her purse.

“I could have my car drive you home.”

“And who will drive you?”

“I booked a room upstairs,” he admitted almost sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Knew I’d be getting drunk. And, I… Thought I’d give Ria a break.”

“I see.” Eliza nodded, hesitating. “If that was a true offer, I’d be really appreci—“

“Stay here tonight.”

Her heart skipped a beat and she was sure she didn’t hear him right. “What?”

“Stay here tonight.” His eyes were dark but still soft as he stared completely into her eyes. “Stay with me. Please?”

“But. Your wife…”

“I don’t care. I want you and I think you want me too,” he took her hand in his and pressed a kiss on the back of it. “Please?” he asked again.

She should’ve said no. She shouldn’t have even flirted this much with a married man. She should have ended it right there, said thanks but no thanks and walked out with dignity. Instead… “Okay,” she breathed, nodding. She laced their fingers together. “Okay,” she said again.

He gave her a mixed look of gratefulness and lust, gathering to his feet and helping her onto her own. He set her hand in the crook of his arm and led her through the nearly empty hotel lobby to the elevators. The silence between them was loaded as they rode up to his floor, her cheeks flushing when Alexander prodded her forward with a hand on her ass.

He slid the key card through the slot and opened the door, letting her step inside first. It was a stereotypical hotel room, not a lot of furniture besides the bed, a desk and a chest of drawers that the TV was resting on.

When the door shut behind them with a quiet click, it seemed liked she had missed all of her opportunities to turn back. Though, she didn’t want to take any outs. She turned around to face Alexander, biting her lower lip. She took a tentative step forward and he stepped forward as well, finishing the distance between them off.

Her breath hitched as he tucked a lock of her raven hair behind her ears before his rough hand cupped her jaw and she isn’t sure who kisses who first. It doesn’t matter because suddenly they were kissing deeply and his hands were on her ass while her own arms were around his neck.

She ran her fingers through his dark hair on the back of his head before she moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands squeeze lightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned when she broke the kiss, starting to kiss and suck along her jawline, hands grabbing for some way to work her dress off. He eventually spun her around by her shoulders and unzipped her dress, kissing the back of her neck and the tops of her shoulders. The silk material fell to a heap on the floor and suddenly she was spun around again and their lips met in a heated, tense kiss.

Her own hands worked on undressing him. She remained surprisingly steady as she unbuttoned his white shirt and tossed it to the side before she ran her hands down his chest. She bit her already swollen lower lip and looked up at him, his pupils dilated from their heat. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” she told him, her voice seeming to radiate her need for him.

He grinned and kissed her again, deeply. “That can definitely be arranged,” he promised her as she worked on getting his pants undone. The second they were both bare, he lifted her onto the bed, a delighted squeak leaving her lips. She laughed and adjusted so her head was resting on the fluffy pillows.

She watched as he crawled to hover over her with a soft smile that made her heart melt. He placed his arms on either side of Eliza’s head to hold his weight before he leaned down to kiss her again. “You sure?” He asked after he broke the long kiss.

She nodded again and wrapped her arms around him before she tugged him down so their bodies were flush against each other’s.

Afterward, she saw only stars.

- - -

The next morning, she was awoken with sweet kisses placed on her shoulder and neck, the scratch of his facial hair as he nuzzled into her neck tickling. She hummed happily and moved to lay flat on her back, looking up at him with soft eyes, the white sheet covering her body. “Morning,” she said quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled fondly down at her, his eyes crinkling. “Morning, beautiful.”

“You’re dressed,” she pouted, sitting up. It was true, he was now wearing a soft gray tee shirt and jeans.

“I am,” he acknowledged with a quiet laugh. “I have to go meet Ria for breakfast.”

A small frown formed on her face. Right, that’s right. He was married. “Oh,” was all she could manage.

He tucked a lot of her messy hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her temple. “I’d love to see you again. If you’ll let me.”

She nodded after a moment, a small smile on her face. She’d worry about the consequences later. “I’d love to see you again.”

He kissed her deeply in reply, hands cupping her cheeks. “Where’s your phone? I’ll put my number in,”

“Purse,” she gestured in the general direction of where she remembered setting her bag, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them.

He made a small hum of victory when he found her black leather clutch purse. Eliza watched confusedly as his back went rigid. “Alexander? Is it not there?”

“What the fuck is this?!” he snapped, turning around to face her, her press ID badge hanging between his fingers.

She paled visibly and her eyes widened. “Alexander, I didn’t—“ she moved to stand up, letting go of the sheets.

“Fucking hell you lot are unbelievable!” he laughed bitterly, running his fingers through his slightly messy locks of hair. “I can’t believe I fell for this!”

“No, Alex, I didn’t— last night wasn’t about work, you have to believe me! I mean, it started out that way but—“

“If I see anything like what I told you about last night published in any of those low life media outlets I swear to god I’ll sue you and your family for everything you have. Not the fucking organization, but you. You’ll never find work again, I’ll run you straight into the ground. Is that clear?!”

Her protests fell silent immediately, her slightly makeup smudged eyes filling with tears. She nodded wordlessly and he stalked out of the room with a bag slung over his shoulder, the door slamming behind him.

No turning back now, indeed.

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Rob Benedict x Pregnant!Reader (Platonic)

Featuring Louden Swain (briefly), Matt Cohen and Richard Speight Jr.

Indulgent, soppy, fluffy fluff

Description: Upset that your pregnancy seems to be affecting your social life, missing your husband and driven crazy by your hormones, you are touched that Rob ditches the others to take care of you.

Warnings: Pregnancy stuff, I have never been pregnant :( so details may be inaccurate. Language.

A/N: A few of my friends are due this month and pregnancy is on my mind for reasons. Match that with my husband being on a night shift and watching Kings of Con and R2M panels to keep me happy and voila! This fic was born. It’s soppy. It’s fluffy. It’s pure daydream. Let me know what you think. I’m also a sucker for platonic hand holding, cuddles, spooning and kisses (perhaps naively). That’s why it’s indulgent.

Having a front row seat at the Saturday night special was great – it meant you got the best view of the stage, you got to see your good friends performing in all their glory and you could hear every word. You got to see rockstar Robbie close-up, and you could catch his eye every now and then when he sought you out in the crowd. A few times he gave you a little nod or a wink, which made you feel special. You were here on your own, so you needed to be reminded you weren’t actually alone.

Rob was great at that. He was the best friend you could ask for right now. He was so supportive about everything and he knew it was tough on you being away from your husband.

The only thing you hadn’t thought of was how uncomfortable the vibrations would be through your protruding belly. It was like shockwaves through your body. You got used to it after a bit, but wouldn’t do it again. Not until after the baby was born.

She seemed to like it, though. Maybe it was the music she recognised, or even Rob’s voice as he sang the beautiful, emotive words to ‘She Waits.’ You could feel her shifting, like she was responding to the raw emotion pouring out of the man. Or maybe that was you. She always knew when you were emotional.

You placed a hand on your belly, over her tiny foot where it pushed against you from the inside. Tears spilled down your face as you watched Rob’s shaking hands, his eyes closed against the memories that the song stirred up.

As you embarked on this journey of parenthood, you had many anxieties and hopes rattling around your brain. Having got closer to Rob and heard him speak about his father and the pain it still caused him made you determined that your child would never have to go through that level of disappointment and abandonment. With your loyal husband and your friends surrounding you, you were confident she would always feel loved and safe.

The song drew to a close and Rob opened his eyes, looking out across the crowd.

‘Thank you,’ he said, his voice still shaky. ‘I love you.’ Then his eyes searched the front row and fell on you. He noticed your hand and the tears and furrowed his brow.

‘You ok?’ he mouthed.

You smiled and nodded, wiping your tears away. The pregnancy hormones meant you were over-emotional. It wasn’t unusual for you to be crying, but he still made sure you were ok every time.

You readjusted in your seat, straightening your back. It was beginning to hurt, and you were glad it was a seated event.

‘Matt,’ Rob called from the stage. ‘Will you come back onstage to help me with this next one?’

The crowd cheered and Matt appeared with a big smile on his face and that crazy energy he always seemed to bring with him.

‘Matt Cohen, everybody,’ Rob continued, holding his hands out to present him.

Rob took a few steps closer to Matt and put a hand on his shoulder. He leaned in and said something in his ear, nodding over in your direction. Matt fixed his eyes on you and nodded understanding.

You smiled, but couldn’t help blushing a little. Did they have to make such a fuss? You could look after yourself.

‘This song is called ‘Mama’s Jam!’’ Rob yelled into the microphone, and the kick drum began to beat while Billy started up the guitar riff.

Again, the shockwaves went right through you, but this time it made you feel a little nauseous. You had to close your eyes and hold onto your stomach again. The baby writhed and kicked, almost like she was dancing.

You held her for a minute, concentrating on your breathing. The nausea passed and you opened your eyes, smiling. She really was dancing.

You kept your hand on your belly and swayed to the music.

Matt was running through the central aisle and circled round, making his way to you. He crouched down in front of you with his hand on your arm.

‘You ok, sweetheart? Robbie’s worried,’ he said into your ear. You laughed.

‘Yeah. I’m ok.’

He looked at your hand on your stomach. ‘She kickin’?’

‘She’s dancing,’ you smiled. You took his hand and placed it on your belly where she was kicking.

His face broke out in a broad smile.

You leaned in to speak into his ear.

‘I think I’m gonna go wait in the green room. The vibrations are getting a bit too much. Tell him don’t worry.’

Matt nodded and pulled you in, planting a kiss on your forehead. He then turned and took a run up, jumping back onto the stage. As you stood and started to walk away, he turned and blew a kiss to you. You blew one back with a smile.

Rob continued singing, but watched as you left.

You sighed relief as you slipped into the green room and enjoyed the quiet for the remainder of the show. You text your husband and told him how your little girl had been dancing and enjoying the music. He was moved and text you back straight away, wishing he didn’t have to work and could have been there with you.

The doors burst open and Matt came in first, walking over to you straight away.

‘That was fuckin’ beautiful,’ he said, hopping up to sit on the table beside you. He put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into an awkwardly positioned hug. ‘You feeling better?’

‘Yeah,’ you said simply. ‘Sorry. I hate missing out, but I thought I might actually throw up at one point.’ You shivered.

‘Don’t be sorry,’ Matt answered, one hand on your shoulder, one scrolling through his phone.

You both looked up as the doors opened again and Rob came in followed by Stephen, Mike and Billy.

Rob jogged over to you.

‘Hey, are you ok?’

‘I’m fine,’ you said, though you felt your throat tighten for some reason. You had to really try not to cry again.

He knew, though. His face softened into a smile and he rubbed your arm.

‘Hey,’ he said, then kissed you on the cheek. ‘Matt said the vibrations were a bit uncomfortable?’ You nodded. ‘Sorry,’ he added, pulling you into a hug.

Matt slid his phone in his pocket and joined in, hugging you from the other side.

Billy closed the gap in front of you, wrapping his arms around you.

You laughed. ‘I love you guys,’ you said. ‘But I can’t breathe.’

They let you go, Billy messing up your hair with a smirk, then bounding off to join the others.

The doors opened again and Rich announced his entrance by saying ‘Party time!’

Everybody laughed and Matt hopped down from the table.

‘Everybody in? I know a place,’ Rich continued.

Rob still held onto your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. He knew as well as you did what would come next.

Rich looked at you. ‘Comin’?’

You raised an eyebrow at him. Every time, you went over this. You looked down and indicated your belly. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

‘Well obviously you’re not drinking,’ he said. ‘You can have pepsi. Come! Hang out with us. It’s not the same without you.’

‘Rich,’ Rob tried.

‘I can’t have pepsi,’ you said, trying to keep your voice level. ‘Caffeine.’

‘Oh,’ Rich said. ‘Water then. Whatever, just come and hang out. We love you.’

You sighed. I his own special way he was trying to be nice and make you feel included. But hormones and Rich’s ‘own special way’ didn’t mix all too well.

‘Rich,’ Matt said. ‘If she doesn’t wanna come, she doesn’t. Don’t be a dick,’ he added, shoving him by the shoulder.

Rich laughed. ‘Can’t help it. It’s my name.’

Unfortunately the hormones stirred up in your chest and you felt suddenly very angry. Why was it such a difficult concept to understand? They all had wives who’d been pregnant. They should get it.

‘I DO want to come,’ you said through gritted teeth. ‘But I’m fucking pregnant. I’ll probably vomit on your shoes.’

Rich held his hands up as if in surrender. ‘Hey, woah. Ok, hormones. Keep a safe distance everybody,’ he laughed.

‘Oh for fuck’s sake,’ you said under your breath.

Rob moved in closer to you. ‘Rich, come on. Do you have to?’

He shrugged. ‘Sorry,’ he said.

‘Come on, give her some space,’ Matt added and the two of them went to join the others on the other side of the room. You could hear their laughter and loud chatter and made you even more sad you couldn’t go out with them.

‘Sorry,’ Rob said, sitting down on the chair next to you and rubbing your arm again. ‘You ok?’

You sighed. ‘Stop asking me that, I’m fine,’ you snapped and instantly felt bad.

‘So, she was kicking?’ Rob said, apparently unphased by your tone.

You nodded. You couldn’t help but smile. ‘She likes your voice, Rob.’

He beamed. ‘You’ve taught her well already. You’re gonna be an awesome mom.’

The tears streamed down your face and you rolled your eyes.

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake,’ you said, angry at your over-emotional state.

Rob chuckled. ‘You wanna head up to bed? You must be exhausted.’

You shook your head.

‘No?’ Rob tilted his head in question.

‘I wanna hang out with you guys.’

‘I thought you said…’ he started, but tailed off.

You huffed. ‘Whatever. It’s fine. You go on. I’ll just be in my room being boring.’ He opened his mouth to protest, but you continued. ‘Go on. I’m keeping you from your friends.’

He frowned at you. ‘How about I stay and take care of you?’

You groaned. ‘I don’t need you to take care of me!’ you blurted out, louder than you had intended. Harsher too. You wanted to cry again. He was being kind and sweet and you were yelling at him. Fuck hormones.

Maybe it was better for you to be alone.

He exhaled sharply. ‘No, I know you don’t need…’

Rich interrupted by calling over. ‘You coming Bobbo? Car’s here.’

‘One second,’ Rob murmered to you and sprang up, dashing over to Rich. You stood up too and started to head in the other direction towards your room. You glanced back, a pang of guilt making your step waver.

Rob had a hand on Rich’s shoulder, saying something quietly to him. He glanced back over at you.

You continued to walk away. Whatever happened, you were gonna feel upset, you thought. That’s how it worked now. It pissed you off you seemed to have no control over how you felt.

So when you heard his footsteps jogging up to you and him calling your name softly, you turned and snapped. ‘What?’

‘I’m staying with you.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘I know. You don’t need me. It’s purely selfish. I wanna spend time with you. I feel like we haven’t had the chance for a proper catch up.’

‘Well, I’m a hormonal mess so it won’t be much fun,’ you said, starting to walk away from him.

He followed. ‘It doesn’t bother me. I’ve been through this twice, remember? You can yell at me and I’ll still give you a back rub. So bring it.’ You turned to look at him. His piercing blue eyes held such sincerity in them that you thought you might cry again. He smiled softly and shrugged. ‘I’m that kind of guy.’

‘Someone already wrote that song,’ you mumbled. He laughed. You looked down at his hand and he slipped it into yours.

You carried on towards your room hand in hand. He let you lead and didn’t force conversation. He just let you be.

When you got to the door, you fumbled a bit with the key, dropping it and struggling to slot it in the keyhole for a few minutes. He didn’t offer to help, which would have frustrated you more. He just waited patiently.

Eventually you got in. Rob went straight to the coffee maker and put the water on for camomile tea.

You sank down onto the bed and checked your phone. Your husband had text again saying he missed you. You burst into tears.

Rob came rushing over and sat beside you on the bed, throwing his arms around you.

‘Hey, what’s up?’

‘I miss him,’ you sobbed. You groaned at how pathetic you felt.

‘I know. Call him,’ he said, matter-of-factly.

You wiped your tears and nodded. ‘I wanna get comfy first.’

‘Of course,’ he said.

You got changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom and came back through to find a steaming cup of camomile tea on the bedside unit. Rob stood holding your pregnancy pillows. He nodded to the bed wordlessly.

You lay down on your side and he gently wrapped the pillows around you. You adjusted them accordingly and he pulled a blanket over you. Then he settled on the bed next to you and handed you your phone.

‘Thank you,’ you smiled.

As you dialled to facetime your husband, Rob pulled the blanket down a bit and your pyjama top up slightly. Warm hands connected with your sore lower back and he gently massaged.

There were very few people you would let touch you this intimately, especially with all the stretch marks on your exposed skin. But Rob, you trusted. His thumbs rubbed in gentle circles, soothing the aches and pains.

‘Hi, honey,’ you said, warmth flooding through you when you saw your husband’s face.

‘You look comfy,’ he said with a smile.

‘Yeah. Rob’s here,’ you said, lifting the phone over your head to get him in shot. He paused his backrub briefly to wave.

‘Good, I’m glad you’ve got someone with you. Thanks Rob,’ he continued.

‘Hey, any time,’ Rob said.

‘How was the show?’

‘Great,’ you answered.

‘Awesome,’ Rob agreed.

‘Robbie was awesome, as ever. The kid liked it.’

‘That’s so cute,’ your husband beamed. As if on cue, she kicked at the sound of her Daddy’s voice. You giggled.

‘She says hi,’ you smiled. Rob placed his hand on your belly to feel her. She kicked him and he laughed.

‘You guys have got a strong character here,’ he beamed.

‘She takes after her mother,’ your husband said. ‘Hey, can I have a word with Rob?’ he added.

You passed him the phone and he took it off face time and loudspeaker.

‘Hey,’ he said.

While they chatted, probably having the ‘please take care of her’ conversation, you drank down some of your drink. The warmth pooled in your belly and felt soothing. Except then you needed to pee. You got up and went to the bathroom. When you were done, you padded back to the bed, rubbing at your lower back. It was feeling better, but still ached.

You climbed back into position amongst the pillows and Rob automatically helped arrange them how you had them as he finished up his conversation.

‘Yeah, of course. You got it. I’ll put her back on.’

He handed you the phone back.

‘You get some rest, now honey,’ your husband said. Rob resumed his back massage and you relaxed into position.

‘mmm-hmmm. I miss you.’

‘I miss you too,’ he added. ‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too. Night night.’ You hung up.

Rob lay on his side behind you, his hand resting gently on your hip now. You finished the rest of your tea and lay down properly on your side.

‘Thank you Rob. I’m sorry I was horrible to you. You’re such a sweetheart.’

‘You weren’t. It’s fine. Are you kidding? It’s a pleasure.’

Your eyelids began to droop. The baby shifted and pushed against where Rob’s hand was resting. You both giggled and he rubbed your belly, playing with your daughter.

He moved his hand to the front of your belly, where she kicked him again.

You sighed happily. Rob reached up and moved a strand of hair out of your face, running his fingers softly down your cheek. He began to sing ‘Honeybee’, his hand softly stroking over your belly.

The soothing sound of his song was beautiful. Your daughter stilled, calming and settling down to the lullaby.

Surrounded by warmth, love and joy, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, Rob cuddled up to your back. After a while, he kissed your cheek and went to stand up.

‘I’ll come see you first thing,’ he whispered.

You groaned. ‘Stay,’ you muttered.

He paused. ‘Sure,’ he added, then resumed his position at your back. He reached over and turned the lamp off.

‘Goodnight, beautiful,’ he whispered.

‘Night,’ you mumbled into the pillow.

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