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loveluvrs · 10 days

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she's my pretty girl l lando norris x reader

request/summary – AHH HI MARYAM!!! it's shelbi:) i NEED a lando fic where he takes reader to the paddock for the first time and EVERYONE sees they totally like each other (but they complete oblivious idiots) — 🌟

author's notes – i loved writing this one!!! thank you to bff @keerysfreckles for the wonderful req <33 ALSO LANDO SPRINT POLE WOOOOO!!!!!

My fingers hover over the send button. I sigh as I delete the message again. Lan, I don’t know if I can. There’s gonna be so many cameras and so many people and you know people will think we’re dating for sure, I text my best friend Lando.

Come on, pretty girl, I’ll be right there with you the whole time. I promise, he texts back.

:(( come over tonight for movie night and we’ll talk about it, I text as I felt the anxiety already growing in me.

Lando helps me set up movie night. Popcorn bowl in hand, I slot myself next to Lando, our hips touching as I slightly lean into him, placing the bowl in between us. “Time to talk?” He asks expectantly. I groan. “Oh come on, let me at least distract myself for a little bit before we start this headache of a discussion again,” I say as I scrunch up my face in playful annoyance. Lando laughs at this, placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose as he says, “okay miss dramatic.”

I pout. “Lan, you know how my anxiety gets. And that’s just in general. With all those cameras on me? I mean, it’s gonna be suffocating,” I say with a nervous gulp. Just thinking about all the attention made me anxious.

He puts on a soft smile. “I know, pretty girl. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I just know you’ve been really wanting to go to a race, and I thought what better time than here in Silverstone so you don’t have to take any extra flights? But really, I won’t make you go unless you’re comfortable with it, alright?” He says softly with 100% focus and attention and determination in his voice. That was one thing I could always count on; if I was feeling anxious about something, no matter how small, Lando would be there to take me seriously and comfort me through it.

“I want to be there for you, you know I do,” I say softly with a frown, “there’s nothing I want to do more than support my best friend, my favorite person, at his home race.”

“Pretty pretty girl, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I understand, okay? And I won’t think anything less of you based on whether or not you come. I’ll still love you all the same,” he says softly as he puts my hand in his and squeezes it to comfort me.

——

The next morning, I showed up to the paddock a little late, since I had to curb an oncoming anxiety attack in the morning. I also hadn’t told Lando that I was going to be coming, so I had no idea where to go. By the time I reached, Lando was already in the car for the first practice session.

After the practice session was over, Lando stalked back into the Mclaren garage, talking with his race engineer about some of the data they picked up. He stops in his tracks when he sees me and immediately engulfs me in a hug. His hands wrap around my waist and my arms wrap around his neck.

“Hey! I didn’t know you decided to come?” He says with his signature bright smile as he held me close. I hum. “I was just a bit late in the morning, sorry about that,” I say softly. “Nothing to be sorry about, pretty girl,” he says softly as he places a soft kiss on the top of my head before letting me go.

Since that moment, unless he was in a team meeting or in the car, Lando stayed attached by the hip to you. You couldn’t decide if it was comforting or overwhelming, to be honest. On one hand, he made sure to be there so he could explain everything to you and introduce you to everyone, and whisk you away when he felt like it was getting all too much for you. On the other hand, his presence meant a herd of cameras would almost surely follow my every move if I was with him.

Oscar, for one, got a bit tired of the fact that every time he saw his teammate, Lando was too busy making heart eyes at you to even think about anything else. “Why don’t you just admit you’re madly in love with her?” He asks Lando with an exasperated sigh after the two of them are walking back from a media briefing.

“She knows I love her,” Lando says casually. Oscar rolls his eyes and scoffs at the response. “Okay she knows you love her, but she doesn’t know you’re in love with her,” he explains. Lando gives Oscar a confused look. “Mate, you’ve just said the same thing twice,” he says as his eyes begin to scan the crowd for you. Oscar groans before walking off in frustration, wondering when on Earth these two idiots were gonna realize they’re both in love with each other.

Later that evening, Lando and I walk into his hotel room after he was done with everything for the day. I lay down in the bed immediately, exhausted from all the socializing I had to do all day. Lando laughs at this, “sleepyhead,” he teases in a murmur. He takes a quick shower and changes into a comfy hoodie and sweats before coming back and laying on the bed next to me. I’m sat watching some spy movie on the tv. He tilts his head at the tv, “what’re you watching?” He asks curiously.

“Honestly, no idea,” I say with a giggle, “I just saw that Theo James was in it so I had to watch.” Lando settles into bed as we watch. Eventually, he finds my gaze on him and his lap, which was clearly not as subtle as I wanted it to be. He nudges me playfully with his elbow. “C’mere,” he says softly as he pats his lap. I, who was clearly in my own thoughts, seemed to wake up out of my trance. “Huh?” I ask in confusion. He holds his arms wide for me, “come here and cuddle,” he says softly.

I waste no time before doing as he says, laying in between his legs, my back to his chest. His arms wrap around my waist and he places a soft kiss on my head. I hum in content as I relax into him. Lando always knew when I needed some physical affection, which was useful because there was nothing I hated more than having to ask for some love. “I love you,” he whispers as his face burrows into my neck, placing a kiss there. I’m about to respond when Oscar suddenly enters the room. “Hey mate, have you seen my- uh. Sorry, am I interrupting something here?” He asks as his eyes dart between Lando and I, and the extremely close position we seem to be in.

“Nope! Just cuddling. What’s up?” Lando asks nonchalantly. Oscar’s eyebrows raise at Lando’s answer. “You know what, never mind, I think I know where I’ve left it,” he says as he slowly backs out of the room.

“What was that all about?” I ask in confusion. “Hmm, who knows, he’s been acting weird all day,” Lando says as he resumes placing kisses on my neck and shoulder. “I love you,” he repeats again in a gentle tone. I hum. “I love you too,” I say softly. “I’m so insanely happy you decided to come to the paddock today, honestly,” he says in a quiet yet soft murmur, “don’t think I could be any happier than having my pretty girl with me.” “Why are you trying to flatter me?” I tease him with a giggle. He scoffs, “sorry. Didn’t know I couldn’t be nice to my best friend,” he retorts playfully.

We go out for dinner an hour later with Oscar and Lily. I instinctively sat next to Lando as usual. I’m scrolling through Twitter while we wait for our food when I feel Lando’s hand intertwine with mine. I think nothing of it, but see Oscar and Lily exchange a glance towards each other.

“You owe me 5 pounds,” Oscar whispered in a hushed voice to Lily with a sassy smile tugging on his lips. “No, you said 5 pounds for the heart eyes,” Lily whispers back defensively. “Oh come on, that’s basically the same thing! It’ll happen in a few minutes anyways,” Oscar whispers playfully. “I so badly wanted us to be proven wrong and for something to happen,” Lily says quietly to Oscar in a sympathetic voice. “They’re both idiots, I don’t think either of them will figure it out,” he says with a laugh.

The laugh catches both Lando and I’s attention as we look up from our phones. “Hmm? Did you two say anything to us?” Lando asks curiously. “Oh, uh no. Don’t worry about it,” Oscar says with an embarrassed smile. The rest of the night goes by with hushed remarks from Oscar every once in a while every time Lando does something like giving me some of his own dish since my portion size was small, or when he asks if I’m okay after I drop the fork under the table and hit my head on the table when I try sitting back up, or when he just simply listens to me like I’m the only person in the room.

——

“You’ve been staring at her for five minutes now,” Oscar says as Lando stares at you from across the paddock as you talk to Lewis. “Shut up,” Lando mutters as he tries to sound annoyed by utterly fails because he could never be annoyed while you were in his line of sight.

I walk up to him a minute later, a bright smile on my face. “Guess what!” I say excitedly as Lando’s hand instinctively wraps around my waist. He hums. “Tell me what’s got you all happy, pretty girl,” he says with a soft smile.

“Lewis said that he’d take me out tonight to visit that new café I was telling you about, remember?” I say excitedly. Lando immediately frowns. “Lewis? Why didn’t you ask me to take you there?” He asks as he tries to not let his jealousy show. “Well I know you aren’t really into that type of thing, I looked at the menu and you wouldn’t have eaten anything there,” I say casually.

“Well still. I don’t care. I’m coming with,” Lando said with a tone of finality. Suddenly Oscar started speaking. “Guys did you know theres a new movie coming out with Zendaya? The Jealous Man?” He says with a look towards Lando. Lando took the hint with an unamused expression on his face. “You know what? I think I’ve got a team thing tonight, so I’ll have to skip out. Sorry pretty girl, but have fun with Lewis, hmm?” He says softly. “You sure? We can wait for you if you want,” I say softly, not wanting Lando to miss out if he wanted to go. Lando shakes his head. “Nah nah nah, even if you wait, I’d be far too tired later,” I says as he takes my hand in his.

——

Lando sat staring at his phone while he sits in his hotel room’s bed. He had tried everything to keep him occupied; working out, eating, the sim, talking to Oscar, facetiming Max, but nothing could keep his mind off of the thought of you and Lewis together. He groans as he caves in, texting you.

pretty girlllllllllll, where are you? I miss you :(, he texts with clear desperation in his text.

hi! Lewis and I are gonna go for a walk on the beach before heading back. Is that okay? I text, not wanting him to feel too lonely while I was gone.

Lando sighed at my message. yeah don’t worry, pretty girl, have fun, he texts back, I love you.

When I finally get back to the hotel, I’m exhausted. I kick off my shoes to find Lando already asleep. I get changed into some sweats and lie next to him. “Lan?” I whisper softly, “‘m sorry I was late, I know you missed me.” I sighed when I got no reply back, so I simply scooted towards him, my arms wrapping around him from behind. “I love you,” I whispered into the dark. I heard a slight grumble afterwards. “Love you too,” came a murmur from Lando.

The next morning I met Lando and Oscar at the paddock before qualifying, but Lando seemed a bit distant. So I went up to him while he was talking to Oscar

“Are you mad I went out to spend time with Lewis instead of you last night?” I ask Lando in a quiet voice with a frown on my face.

Lando turned around to face me. “Oh, pretty girl, I could never be mad at you,” he says as his voice softens, “I love you. Just missed you, that’s all.” “You’ve been ignoring me this whole morning,” I say as my frown deepens. His entire body deflates at the sight of your frown. “No no no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to. Sorry if it felt like that,” he says softly as his hands wrap around my waist to give me a hug. “Love you,” he murmurs into my hair, “I promise.”

Oscar rolls his eyes at the scene with an amused laugh. “Heart eyes, five pounds,” he mouths behind Lando, knowing that Lando would have melted the second you came into view.

“God, these two will stay idiots forever,” Oscar muttered under his breath with a laugh as he looked at the very obviously love-stricken pair in front of him.

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boldlyvoid · 4 months

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Little White Lies

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Readers sister is having an Engagement/Christmas party this year and her cousin will be there. With her new fiance. Who is reader's ex. The only logical thing to do is to show up with her own new boyfriend... who isn't really her boyfriend. He's her boss.

Warnings: fake dating, mutual pining, idiots in love, flirting, teasing, there's only one bed, love confessions, getting together, oral sex (fem receiving), condom use, p in v smut, meeting readers family

Word Count: 5.3k

She sits in the corner of the jet, facing Aaron in the two-person seat near the entrance to the cockpit. She’s sat there with him on almost every trip for the past 3 years. He’s good company, not too talkative, he gets her drinks and he gives her little smiles every so often. It’s relaxing to sit with him… however, tonight, she’s not in a good mood and he can tell.

He looks at her all concerned and then looks around at the others to assure they’re all busy. “Are you alright?” He whispers. Keeping her business between them.

She shrugs, “My sister’s been texting me. Her engagement party is coming up and I promised I’d go but I just found out that my cousin and her fiancé are going to be there…”

“Do you not like her?”

She shakes her head, “it’s complicated.”

“I’m all ears?” He reminds her.

She sighs, “Her fiancé is my ex-boyfriend. She slept with him while we were still together… I was in the academy and he was apparently lonely all by himself and didn’t have the time to travel here to see me so he fell into her bed instead.”

“I’m so sorry,” Hotch says, concern all over his face and disbelief in his voice. “That’s awful, why would your sister invite her?”

“Because my parents are paying for it and all the family gets to go, no matter what,” she scoffs. “It’s to show off, nothing more.”

“You know…” he tilts his head to the side and his brows go up as he thinks, a pondering look on his face that’s quite amusing. “You could bring someone with you, someone to prove to him that you’ve moved on and you’re in a much better place now?” He suggests.

“Yeah, like who? Morgan?” She teases, laughing slightly.

“Or me?” He offers. His brows were still raised but the softest, most sincere look on his face. She’s never seen him look so… so affectionate. So careful. Unless he’s with Jack. This is his ‘I love you like family I’ll do whatever you need me to’ look.

“Yeah,” she gives in. “That would be nice… it’s December 22nd. Would you be able to take time away from Jack that close to Christmas?”

“Where is it?”

“they’re having it in New York, that’s where my sister lives now,” she explains. “I’m taking the train up the night before, I have a hotel room booked but I could stay with my sister and you could have the room for the night?”

“Could we switch to a double queen?” He suggests.

She shrugs, “I can call and find out?”

“Okay,” he nods. “Jack’s with Haley this Christmas, I see him boxing day till New Year's Day and then he goes back to her.”

“We’ll have to bring him home something,” she suggests. “We can even go a bit early or stay later if you want to go shopping a bit in the city?”

“He’s always said he wants M&M’s with his face on them,” he teases. “It’ll be fun.”

“I’ll tell my sister to expect another person,” she says as she pulls her phone out. “Do I tell her you’re my boyfriend?”

He nods, “Whatever you want to call me, I’ll be it for the weekend.”

—

She tells him to pack a suit and obviously an overcoat to stay warm in the cold New York air. The party they’re going to is going to be on the top floor of this really expensive restaurant, they’ll have rooftop access and there’s free drinks. It’ll be the fanciest non-FBI party he’s ever been invited to.

The team doesn’t know they’re going together, everyone has the next two weeks off unless there’s something serious like terrorism or multiple bodies dropping, or a kid going missing. But it’s not often their Christmas breaks get disrupted. So they pack up on the 20th, everyone takes the elevators down to the garage together and they say goodbye before their vacations.

He meets her at the train station the next day at 11am, their train leaves at 11:20, and he comes with snacks and coffee. Always in dad mode, he knows what it’s like to go on a long trip with someone who’s hungry, it’s not always fun. They have a little booth together, the trains are mostly empty this close to Christmas. Everyone’s either where they want to be already or taking last-minute flights. So it’s quiet, they get to look out the window together and she shares an earbud with him, with her phone on shuffle, exposing him to a whole bunch of new music.

And she has a nap, head on his shoulder and wrapped around his arm. It’s not the first time this has happened, he’s let her sleep on him on the Jet and they’ve had to share beds in hotels before. He’s hugged her after rough cases and when she’s just sad… she’s his family. Everyone on the team is. He just feels it a little stronger for her.

He rests his cheek on her head, looking out the window with a smile on his face. Excited to pretend to be her boyfriend for the next 2 days. To have her hang off his arm, to dance with her… maybe even steal a kiss or two to really sell it. And he can’t wait to see her dress, or how she does her hair or if she’s going to wear makeup? She doesn’t get all dolled up for work, but he’s seen her dress up for the bar and events for the bureau and he thinks she is so, so beautiful. Always, but especially when she puts on lipstick and her good perfume.

He’s been harbouring this little crush on her for so long that he’s not really sure how much longer it can stay a secret.

They arrive in New York at 6pm. The hotel they’re staying at has a restaurant and Y/N, being the genius she is, booked a reservation for 6:30. They have enough time to put their bags in their room and head back downstairs, but their room is wrong.

“They told me they could switch to two queens?” She complains as she sees just one bed. A King bed.

“Did you specifically say two queens or a double queen?” He teases. “Cause a double queen might make them think you want a bigger bed…”

She groans, holding her hands over her face, “Oh god, I fucked up.”

He gently rubs his hand on her back, “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t mind sharing for 2 nights, there’s lots of room in there. Plus… it might be good for playing pretend.”

She smirks, “my boyfriend would sleep in the same bed as me.”

“and enjoy it,” he pulls her in for a hug and rests his chin on her head while she snuggles into his chest where she feels safest.

—

After dinner, they walk around the city a bit. She still has to get her sister something and she has a registry at some fancy store nearby. They get hot chocolates and stand close together as they walk, hands brushing each other but not holding, no matter how much she wants to hold his hand. So she rubs her knuckles against his and waits for him to be the one to finally give in.

It takes a while, they walk down the block and explore two stores but he finally takes her hand in his, fingers interlocked, as they cross the street. And he doesn’t let go once they’re safely back on the sidewalk. He simply guides her towards the store her sister is registered at and they head inside, closer than ever before.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” One of the workers asks with a genuine smile on her face.

“my sister has a registry here,” Y/N explains. “It should be under Lindsay and Connor Higgins?”

She’s taken to the register and handed a list, everything they want is on it. Some crossed out as they’ve already been purchased, but a decent amount of things are still there. A lot of it is pointless, fancy shit but she likes to think she knows her sister well. She knows what would actually be used by her and what would just be a decoration to prove she had good taste.

Her sister works really hard at a very important publishing company, she’s gone to work by 6am and home no later than 8pm most nights. She lives on coffee and wine to wake her up in the mornings and relax her at night. So she gets her an espresso maker and some crystal wine glasses. But when she goes to pay for them, Aaron reaches out and pulls the wine glasses towards himself. “I’ll get these, I can’t go without a gift.”

She smiles, “you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he assures her.

They pay, they get a decorative gift bag each and head back outside to the cold. He reaches for her hand again and she lets him, smiling over at him. “You’re taking this assignment very seriously.”

“Have you ever known me to slack on the job?” He teases.

She bumps her shoulder against his, “No, I guess not… and I guess this is helping, it’ll look more real in front of everyone tomorrow.”

“It won’t be that hard,” he assures her.

“Why, 'cause I’m so loveable?” She jokes, not believing the words that leave her mouth.

“Yes, actually,” he nods, smiling over at her.

She just laughs, not thinking he means it as anything other than familial. “Thanks. You’re pretty great too when you’re not telling me what to do.”

“I don’t boss you around that much,” he laughs too. “Dave teases me all the time about how much nicer I am to you than the others.”

“Well, I am your best agent,” she shrugs with a proud smirk. “You wanna go back to the hotel or is there anything you want to do tonight?”

“We can go back,” he agrees, leading them in the direction of the hotel already. “I’m going to need some good beauty sleep to make your ex jealous tomorrow.”

“Ha!” She laughs, raising her hand that’s carrying the bag to cover her mouth as she giggles. “Yeah, no you don’t. You’re like a million times hotter than him, it’s not a fair fight at all.”

“Yeah, okay,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“What?” She looks at him like he’s crazy. “Do you not think you’re hot?”

“Not exactly…”

“I knew you were funny but that’s hilarious,” she jokes. “You’re very, very hot. One of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life, like People magazine should be reaching out to you for sexiest man of the year. You’ve been on the news enough times, surely the public will agree.”

He laughs at the compliment, “Thank you, I guess… I guess I should trust your judgement here the way I do everywhere else.”

“Yes, 'cause I’m never wrong,” she reminds him.

They keep joking around, teasing each other until they get back to the hotel. Up the elevator and into their room. They leave their gifts by the door and Aaron lets her take the first turn in the bathroom to get ready for the night.

She takes off her makeup, she washes her face and does her skincare routine and he knocks, “Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, you can come in,” she announces, still fully dressed.

He opens the door slowly, “You’ve been in here 10 minutes already I thought you were just changing?”

“Nope, skincare is important,” she smiles at him, massaging the moisturizer into her face. “Want some?”

He smiles, “Sure, why not?”

“Wash your face first, get a new face cloth over there,” she points and steps out of the way of the sink. “My face wash is right there.”

She watches him wash his face carefully, smiling at him through the mirror with so much affection behind her eyes. He’s so cute when he gets soft like this, she could easily see them having a life like this together. Getting ready for bed together, doing their nighttime routines and falling into the same bed. Night after night. Forever.

Once his face is washed he looks to her, “How much moisturizer do I use?”

“Want me to do it?” She offers.

He nods, “please?”

“Sit down on the toilet lid,” she instructs and he moves over there quickly.

She opens the jar again and takes a decent-sized amount onto her fingers, she puts the jar down and smiles at him, “It might be cold.” She dabs it on his forehead, cheeks, nose and chin and then starts to rub it in for him. He closes his eyes and sighs as he leans into it. “Like it?”

He hums, nodding slightly, not wanting to talk incase he accidentally got cream in his mouth. She just smiles, adoringly, loving that she gets to have moments like this with him. “You’re so cute…” she whispers.

He chuckles, finally looking at her again. She cups his face in her hands, “all done.”

“You’re cuter.”

“What is happening here?” She asks, completely serious. “Are you just a good actor or—

“I was in a few plays,” he teases. “But no, I’m not acting.”

“Do you have a thing for me?” She lights right up. “Oh my god, you do?”

“And you call yourself a profiler,” he shakes his head. “Yes, okay? I like you. I think you’re wonderful and beautiful and everything I want— is that what you wanted me to say?”

“Get up,” she says, pulling at him.

“Why?” He asks as he stands.

“So you can be taller than me when I kiss you,” she teases. Grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him in.

The kiss is soft at first, cute and sweet… but then they get needy. Years of close proximity and bubbling feelings and “what ifs” all coming to the surface. He cups the back of her head with one hand and holds her lower back with the other, holding her flush to his chest as his tongue makes her acquaintance.

She accidentally moans as his hand goes down to cup her ass and he smiles against her. He pulls back slightly, noses brushing. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to do that.”

“Really?” She can’t believe it.

He smiles before he steals another kiss, and another and another and before they know it he’s backed her out of the bathroom and all the way to their king bed. He has her on the mattress, hand on her back and the nape of her neck as he cradles her and hovers over her. His tongue on hers, their chests pressed together, and her hands on his back with her nails desperately clinging to the cotton.

He eagerly moves to kiss her neck and while it feels so good, she’s worried about what is about to go down. Sure, she hoped for this. She thought maybe they’d have a few drinks at the party tomorrow and stumble home and fall into bed together and regret it in the morning but this… admitting to liking each other while completely sober, was not on her mind at all.

“Aaron,” she whispers, hesitation in her voice.

He pulls back, “something wrong?”

“Are we going to regret this?” She worries.

He cups her face gently, his body weight still on top of her, it’s oddly comforting to feel so trapped under him. “I know I won’t, but if you will, then we stop. I never want you to regret your time with me. I never want you to be uncomfortable with me. I never want to lose what we have… so if that means we never have more than a friendship, I'm perfectly okay with that.”

“I have tried so hard not to love you for the last year and a bit that we’ve been friends,” she admits. “If we go further and you change your mind, I’ll never recover.”

“I won’t change my mind,” he says, confident as ever. “I want you to love me as much as I already love you.”

His thumb caresses her cheek while he talks, he looks at her with the most affectionate look she’s ever seen on him. He’s so handsome all the time, but this look. The softness, his big brown eyes, the way he smelled like her face cream and he kept looking down at her lips like he was dying to taste them again… she’s always believed him when he speaks, but this is different. He’s opened his chest and handed her his heart and he wants her to hold it and keep it safe... forever.

“I love you,” she admits, tearing up because this is so unreal. “I love you so much, Aaron.”

He kisses her again, so gently, breathing her in and savouring every moment. Sure, it’s not their first kiss, that happened 10 minutes ago, but this is the first kiss they’ll have being openly in love with each other.

She kisses him again and again, never wanting this to end. She wraps her legs around him, she holds him closer than ever and he lightly moans against her. She starts to work at his shirt, unbuttoning it so she can get her hands under it. She wraps her arms around him, touching his hot skin as he breaks the kiss and moves down her neck.

“I love you, so much,” he reminds her again.

“Show me how much?” she whispers right into his ear.

He pulls back, delicately looking into her eyes, “are you sure?”

She nods, “more than I’ve ever been before.”

He gets his shirt off, and he pulls her forward to pull hers off too. Through kisses and rolling around, his pants are off, then her’s. Behind her, he kisses her spine while he unclips her bra, pushing each strap off her arms with kisses to her shoulders, he cups her breasts and kisses up to her ear again, “lay down.”

She listens, he gets between her legs and peels her underwear off. Raising her right leg, he kisses her knee and down her thigh, as he gets on his stomach, he looks up at her for permission and all she can do is nod because this seems unreal. His big beautiful brown eyes are looking at her from between her legs as he kisses the most intimate part of her body and she’s in heaven.

She’s died and gone to heaven. The train must’ve crashed and she’s in her own personalized forever with the man of her dreams…. But it didn’t. This is real and happening and she should be enjoying it.

She grips his hair, and her back arches as she moans into the contact, he’s so fucking good with his mouth because of course he is? Is there anything this man can’t do?

Full of love and zero expectations or worry, she feels herself getting closer to an orgasm so much faster than she has with anyone else ever. Not even herself. Normally she’s so in her head, so nervous and worried or barely being taken care of… this one just sneaks up on her, trembling through her, she grips his hair a little tighter and moans out his name, “Oh, oh I’m cumming, I’m— oh!”

He laps up every last drop as she rides it out, overstimulating her slightly, and he can tell. He pulls back with a grin, proud of himself and enjoying the way she looks so fucked out like this.

He kisses back up her tummy, between her boobs and then hovers over her while she’s still catching her breath, “hi…”

She smiles, “Hi?”

“Ready for me to show you the rest?”

“There’s more?” She teases, “You love me more than that?”

He laughs, “Yeah, that was just a taste…”

She pulls him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “Mm, a good taste.”

“You’re telling me,” he growls. “I could do that every day for the rest of my life.”

“And I’d let you…”

He kisses her again, cause if he doesn’t, she won’t stop teasing him.

Kissing him while coming down from her high, feels unreal. She’s floating on a cloud, and might as well be on drugs— it feels too good, she moans against him, legs wrapped around him, she never wants to let him go. He kisses the side of her mouth, “baby—

She hums, pulling him back in for another kiss.

He pulls back, “I can’t fuck you with my boxers still on.”

She sighs, pretending it’s more work than it is, “Fine, take ‘em off.”

He shakes his head with a smile as she lets him go and he’s able to push his boxers off. “And I need to grab a condom—

“did you bring condoms?” She sounds shocked.

He nods, “yeah… I didn’t expect anything, I just always have some in my toiletries bag.”

She watches his cute ass jiggle as he walks towards his bag, he squats to undo the zipper and she tries not to laugh at the view of his balls dangling but it’s so endearing somehow? He’s real and there and he’s about to rock her world.

He’s quick to grab what he wants, he rips the condom open with his teeth and tosses the wrapper to the floor as he rolls it on right beside the bed. She watches carefully, eyes scanning his whole body. She hasn’t really had a good look at him while naked yet, he’s been pressed against the bed or on top of her. But damn.

“Jesus,” she whispers under her breath.

He smirks, “what?”

She waves her hand around in his general direction, “You just walk around with all that under your suits every day?”

He shakes his head again, “I could say the same thing about you.”

He crawls back onto the bed, between her legs again, one hand on the bed as he hovers over her, “you okay with this position?”

She nods, “perfectly okay with it. It’s a very underrated position.”

“Mhm,” he agrees, leaning in to kiss her again. One hand on her hip, he grinds himself against her, “Ready?”

She nodded, watching as he lets go of her hip to grip himself at the base, she spreads her legs a bit more and he taps her clit once just for fun but it makes her whine, “Don’t tease me.”

“But you can tease me?” He asks, head right at her entrance, about to push in… she nods and that’s when he does it. Watching her head tip back with a silent moan. “Now I know how to get you quiet.”

He goes back to rest his hand on her hip but she reaches for them and interlocks their fingers, instead. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her once more, bringing their interlocked hands over her head.

She reached up to kiss him, but Aaron pushed into the kiss and made her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, the first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth. Aaron trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Aaron’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine Aaron ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

He changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. She, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Aaron’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Aaron moaned, dark and deep. “Mark me… where no one can see it, only you know tomorrow.”

So she does, she runs her nails over his back with more intent, knowing there will be 8 red lines spread down his back in the morning. Just then, he starts to kiss lower, down to her boobs, where he sucks a mark that shouldn't be visible in her dress tomorrow… he wanted to mark her just as bad. But his kisses quickly return to her neck and lower ear.

“Aaron,” she moans out. “Go a little faster?”

He does as she asks, keeping that loving feeling but picking up the pace. The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire. The hairs on her arms stood up, and goosebumps formed along his forearms. Aaron kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Aaron,” she panted, pulling Aaron’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those chocolate wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Aaron’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressed together, hot air on each other’s faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Aaron whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Aaron fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her G-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Aaron used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Aaron’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into hers one last time. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Aaron had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight lying on her.

But she didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. She wrapped herself around him even tighter and kissed the side of his head, “I love you, too.”

He kisses her neck, “I can’t believe I was afraid to tell you…”

“Silly man, we could’ve been doing that the whole time,” she teases him again the first chance she gets.

He huffs a little laugh out of his nose, smiling against her. “We can do this all the time now.”

“Mhm,” she squeezes him a little tighter. “I hope you know this means we’re dating now. I don’t just fuck anyone. Especially not my boss…”

He manages to push himself up to look at her, and the look on his face says it all. “Yeah, I know… and I’ll handle the paperwork when we get back.”

—

They get all dolled up together, between kisses and flirting and teasing… they end up fully dressed, presents in hand, on their way to the party. They hold hands the whole cab ride over, up the elevator and into the booming restaurant.

It’s entirely booked out for her sister’s party, on the top floor of a fancy building. It’s completely catered, there are fancy waiters walking around with trays of hors d’oeuvres and expensive champagne. They have their gifts taken from their hands upon arrival and their hands are instantly filled with a drink. She looks around, looking for the first person she knows well and spots her mom and dad over on the other side of the room.

“Come with me, I have some people I want you to meet…” she says as she leads him through the crowd.

He’s nervous but more excited. She gets to show him off and this isn’t a lie. He really is her boyfriend and they are in love and happy and this is everything he’s ever wanted. With his hand around her waist the whole time, shoulder to shoulder, he meets her parents and her sister. He shakes hands with her dad and her new brother-in-law, he gets hugs from the mom and sister, they’re looking at her with eyes that he can hear. They’re saying how much of an improvement he is to the last guy, they’re amazed at how handsome he is, and he blushes slightly in response.

“So how long has this been going on?” Her dad asks.

She looks up at him and smiles, “Not long, but we’re really happy.”

“The happiest,” he agrees, stealing a quick kiss from her that makes the women swoon.

“You know, this is fantastic,” her sister announces. “I was worried you’d be upset to see Brad and Cameron here together but now you have Aaron and they’re not even coming anymore. Something happened… I don’t even think they’re together anymore.”

“Oh?” She’s completely shocked to hear that.

“Once a cheater always a cheater,” her brother-in-law says under his breath with the roll of his eyes.

“We see it all the time at work,” Aaron agrees. “It’s pathological. They crave attention so intensely that they’ll do anything to get it, to the detriment of the people they love. They cheat because for a moment they’re the most important person, they’re attractive enough to get who they want and powerful enough to get away with it. And even when it blows up in their face they can play the ‘you wouldn’t be this mad if you weren’t so obsessed with me’ card.”

“That’s Brad,” her dad agrees. “Good riddance, honestly.”

“Let’s just leave it there,” her mom announces. “We’re here for Lindsay and Connor.”

“It’s been lovely to meet you Aaron, but we have a lot of people to mingle with,” Lindsay announces and Connor sighs. “We’ll talk again later?”

“Sounds good,” Y/N lets them head off and then she’s just with her parents. “Um, I’m hungry… Aaron, did you want to go raid the snacks?”

“I’d love to,” he agrees. “It was lovely to meet you both.”

“We hope to see you again regularly?” Her mother throws in.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he assures, “you should get used to me.”

She manages to pull him away from them, a little overwhelmed and so in love with him. She gets him to an empty corner and looks up at him like he’s crazy, “did you seriously say that?”

He nods, “What part of last night didn’t you understand? I’m madly in love with you. I would marry you tomorrow if it wouldn’t take the attention off your sister.”

She just laughs, shocked and amazed that he just said that. “Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

She shakes her head in disbelief, “o-okay… but you still have to ask me. I don’t need anything big and extravagant and I’d like to maybe pick the ring out with you if you want but—

“You want to?”

She nods, that teasing smirk he loves so much plastered on her face, “I don’t just want to be your work wife, Aaron.”

“We’ll revisit this in the new year… I need Jack to know about this and be okay with it before I spring a step-mom on him,” he explains.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Jealous!Possessive!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader

Summary: A night out at your favorite local hangout is what he promised you after being away on deployment for so long, but one small incident throws him over the edge into full on possessive episode. Something about the way he is pulling off to the side of the road might mean he can't make it home before reclaiming his prize.

Word Count: 5.1 k

Warnings:

“Come on, you promised,” you say as you straighten your skirt and adjust your top, looking back at Simon from within the bathroom mirror as he stands behind you, watching you finish getting ready. “You said we could have a night out once you got back from deployment, just the two of us. We always stay in; I want to go out.”

Simon sighs; he can’t ever say no to you even though he is not keen on the idea. “I did, didn’t I,” he agrees with defeat as he advances into the bathroom until he is within reach to wrap his arms around your middle, pulling you flush against his broad, hard chest. “Ya know I’m not against it, I don’t like to fuckin’ share ya is all.”

Heated lips are caressing the skin of your shoulder making it prickle under his touch as he kisses all of that exposed skin. You only allow yourself to enjoy the feeling for a moment before you shift in his grip, any longer and you are going to be right where he wants you: at his mercy and forgetting all about going anywhere tonight.

“Later,” you breathe. “I promise; just want you to take me out first. A few hours at the bar, a couple drinks with a bit of conversation, and then we’ll be back to end the night right, okay?”

He nods. “If that’s what ya want, sweetheart, then that’s what we’ll do,” he agrees and you pull him in for a kiss on his lips before sending off to get dressed.

The bar is already gathering a good crowd inside by the time you arrive. With Simon’s hand firmly wrapped around your hip, you enter the familiar hangout and instantly you are drawing looks in your direction. It’s easy enough to get attention, being as massive of a man as Simon is, it isn’t difficult, but that is exactly what he wants. He needs those here to see his hands all over you, needs those around to be aware of who you’re here with so that there won’t be any trouble tonight.

He knows what a prize he has; you are his and god help the idiot that doesn’t get that.

It is the same each time you step foot out of the house together, some part of Simon has to be connected to you at all times: a hand on your lower back, his arm snaking its way around your waist or hip, your combined hands locked into one another. Anything and everything to show that you are taken. Those brown eyes scan the area, taking note of those that look your way as you walk to where you’re going to sit.

A table is chosen off to the side, one out of the way of the main area where you can be more secluded. Here he can have you all to himself just the way he likes it. From the minute he returns from the bar with your drinks and he sits down, his coarse hands with those rough fingertips are on you, lightly brushing over the tops of your bare thighs that poke out from the bottom of your skirt. That brown gaze cannot stay off you as he looks you up and down as you talk through his mask which he occasionally pulls up to sip at his glass of bourbon and take a drag from his cigarette.

After a while you decide you want one more drink and move to get up to go order. Simon tries to convince you otherwise, he can go get whatever you need just as he has all night, but you dismiss him.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as you give him a quick kiss on his exposed lips and walk off before he can answer.

He should be the one to get it, he shouldn’t have allowed you to go, but he let his judgment lapse as the night has been fine so far without consequence. He looks up as you make it up to the bar all alone and unattended and out of his immediate reach. Standing there looking like you do, short skirt and tight top showcasing your most tempting assets, it would be hard for anyone not to have a peak.

It is then that Simon catches a bastard plastered off his rocker stumbling over from a few seats down, right to where you are. There aren’t many other pretty little things around tonight and so Simon is sure this asshole is going to shoot his shot cause there is no way he is wanting to go home alone and that has his blood already boiling.

A few slurred words he musters out to get you to engage with him, even though you are quickly shaking your head it isn’t enough to get him to leave you be. Simon is getting up from his seat when the drunkard’s hand inches down onto your lower back, thumb rubbing up and down, catching you by surprise to make you gasp. You have no time to react before Simon is seeing red and he moves in hastily with his fist clenched and ready to connect with the guy’s mouth.

“Get your fuckin’ hand off ‘er,” his angry voice bellows as he rips the guy away from you and shoves him hard causing the idiot to stagger over his unsteady feet. Emotions are high so once he’s got him off you fists start flying from both: one for touching you and the other for having his play messed with. Too bad for the drunk that Simon isn’t one to be messed with; his fist wallops him square in the jaw so that the man falls to the ground.

But it isn’t finished, not until this bastard learns his lesson. Simon makes his way on top of him and waylays into the man with heavy punches that make repeated contact with his face, not giving the guy a second to get any hits in himself.

“Ya like putin’ your hands on things?” Simon growls menacingly through the tussle, “just fuckin’ try gettin’ ‘em on me. Fuckin’ can’t, can ya?”

The altercation is drawing stares from the other patrons, though no one is really keen on getting in the middle of things. You can’t blame them; Simon is a huge man with enough weight to throw around and that makes him a formidable opponent to anyone outside of a heavyweight boxer. Who is going to willingly step in front of a freight train barreling down the tracks?

“Simon, fucking stop,” you beg as the corner of your eye clocks movement from the bartender bolting up towards the front of the bar to where the bouncer stands just outside the door. “You made your point. We’re going to get kicked out. Fucking let him go.”

Simon doesn’t care; another man has put his hand on you and he can’t let that go. He won’t. You are his, HIS, and inebriated or not he will not stand for anyone trying to move in on his territory. This idiot is gonna learn real fucking quick to fear his masked face and think twice whenever he comes in here again.

“Goddammit Simon,” you sigh under your breath angrily as you know what’s coming next - two people are fast approaching. The bartender is back with the bouncer in tow who immediately jumps into ripping the drunkard out from Simon’s grasp and standing them both back to their feet, but separated.

“You’re outta here, buddy,” the bouncer says to a panting Simon and points a stern finger to the exit with a look in his eyes that says not to take this further or else. “Leave, now.”

You wrap your hand around Simon’s wide bicep and tug, but he has some parting words for the prick with the bloody nose still standing close by. “Best learn your fuckin’ lesson not to touch what ain’t yours. Next time ya might not be so fuckin’ lucky,” he growls menacingly before flexing in your grip, ripping his arm away.

"Come on," he barks at you as he storms out while you quickly pay the remaining tab, offer an embarassed apology, and rush after him.

By the time you get outside Simon is leaning against your car with a cigarette already pressed between his pursed lips as he irately sucks the stick down fast as he can, billowing smoke out like a chimney. His shoulders are tense, his free hand clenching and unclenching itself at his side. You storm over to him, the heat in your cheeks making your face burn as your heartbeat pounds heavy and fast in your chest.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask, venom in your tone.

He avoids your question, his eyes pointed at the ground. “Get in the car,” he says sternly through another large cloud of smoke.

You know he isn’t drunk, he’s barely finished two glasses of bourbon all night, so you want to know why the hell he flew off the handle like that. You know that Simon can be a bit jealous, a bit possessive, evident most when you two go out together. If he catches a lingering eye there will always be a stern glare or at most a bark to back off, but this is the farthest he has ever taken things and you aren’t sure what to feel about it all, so anger settles in first.

Shaking your head, you stand your ground. “Not until you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you,” you demand, but he just silently opens the driver side door as he flicks the butt of his cig to the ground. “You realize they may never allow us back in, right?”

“Get. In.” he orders with authority as he sits down. “Now.”

This isn’t getting anywhere and you’re done causing a scene in public. Gritting your teeth behind your closed lips you march over to the passenger side of the car and fling open the door to scramble inside, slamming it shut before he does the same, starts the car, and peels out to head back to your shared flat. You cross your arms over your chest and huff, agitated that the night has to end this way when moments before everything was going fine.

“Whatever,” you spit back harshly.

Keeping his eyes fixated on the road ahead, uncomfortably shifting in his seat a few times, Simon drives on in complete silence. His grip on the steering wheel is turning his knuckles white from the pressure and yet he won’t let up. Fine, if he wants to stay quiet that’s his prerogative. Too bad for him you aren’t done speaking your peace yet.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you say, breaking the heavy stillness that permeates the car, “you’re always getting jealous of shit that I can’t help, but this time you’ve gone to far; Christ, you’ve been gone for too long to ruin our time together like this. What are you, twelve? The guy had no chance in hell of getting any farther than that, but you had to go and blow it all out of proportion. I could have just told the bartender and gotten him thrown out or something and we could have gone back to enjoying our night, but no.”

You continue your tirade as Simon turns the car down a deserted road and you notice something is off. This isn’t the usual route you take back to your place; you think it a little odd, but you are too angry to care and so pay that small detail little mind. “You and your goddamn jealousy are really turning me off lately. Get it together, Si. What are you so worried about, hmm? You think he's just gonna steal me away just like that without even trying?”

Simon still isn’t saying anything and that only makes you more agitated. The least he could do is apologize and promise to make it up to you for ruining the night. Spitting a few more heated things under your breath as you turn your head away, you don’t notice that the car is suddenly being pulled over to the side of the road until he brings it to a full stop in the grass off the shoulder, putting it in park and turning it off.

The spot is shadowed by a group of trees that block the nearest streetlight just a few feet away. You can just barely make out the outline of his body in the dimness, though you can clearly hear the movement of him adjusting his seat, slamming it back until it latches, followed by his hand reaching around near your side until he latches onto your wrist.

“Ya think I'm worried about some bastard tryin’ to take ya from me?” he asks, speaking for the first time since he told you to get in the car.

“What’re you…?” you ask back in confusion as he pulls and keeps pulling at your arm until you are forced to move closer, your hips within reach so that he can take hold and forcibly guide your body directly over top of his lap, knees digging into the seat cushion until you are straddled over his crotch. The steering wheel bites into your lower back as you fit yourself into the tight space between Simon’s hulking form and the dashboard panel.

Without a single word, he pushes your hips down hard to press your pussy flush against him, your legs being forced to spread wide from his stocky thighs pushing them apart as your skirt rides up to your waist. He then starts to grind roughly against you with rocking movements, hips rolling into you again and again. The hot air of his mouth can be felt on your lips as it filters through the fabric of his mask, your faces so close together that only that thin piece of cloth keeps your mouths from meeting.

Over and over he pushes himself up against the crotch of your panties unhindered by the opening, his cock bulging and straining against your sex the longer he ruts into you with just a few measly layers of fabric between your bodies. His cock is hard and unyielding as it rubs into your petals trying to push through and up into your entrance.

Your panties are bunched in your slit, slowly dampening the longer he grinds into you until the fabric has been soaked through and gathering on his jeans. The adrenaline coursing its way through your veins heightens all of your senses so that every hard touch of his hands, every nuzzle of that engorged appendage between your thighs, every trace of his fingers over your bare skin feels like electricity and you can hardly contain yourself. The anger that was festering now alters course as he forces you to ride him by guiding your hips down to get just a little more friction; now it is replaced by a much stronger emotion: desire.

“Do ya not understand, luv? Guess I’m gonna need ta be more direct,” he says, the cold spot growing on his denim now being felt against the skin of his inner thigh. “First, take off the mask.”

With unsteady fingers you search for the edge of his balaclava and draw it up over his mouth, his nose, over his forehead, and finally off his head entirely so that his face is revealed to you. His hands leave your hips, one clasping around your chin to wrench your head out of the way while the other paws heavily at your breast as he leans his face in towards your neck.

“Now I’m forced to make sure my pretty girl knows who the fuck she belongs to,” he groans, low and guttural before his mouth is on you.

Sharp teeth are dragged down the length of all that delicate skin on your throat, bursting capillaries to leave his mark before his mouth latches on to the side just below your ear and you feel the sting as his teeth dig in. The pressure is so hard from the suction of his lips you can almost feel the skin bubble up into his mouth; there is no question that there will be a big, angry, purple blotch by tomorrow if he keeps at it. And he doesn’t seem like he is going to let up anytime soon, not until his signature takes.

Stinging and pressure, mixed with Simon’s warm, sticky breath moistening your skin from his lips, and your sanity is slowly fading. You want to stay mad at him, to make him pay for the way he acted, but the longer he works your body the harder it is becoming.

“What if I’m still too angry to do anything with you?” you question.

Even you don't believe that lie, but still you aren't going to give in without a little pushback.

His movements don’t even slow for a second. “I don’t fuckin’ care,” he says in a breathy whisper, punctuating each word for emphasis.

Simon groans into your skin so that it vibrates in his mouth, his hand around your breast kneading it more aggressively as he can’t get enough purchase through your clothes. He needs these damned things gone and quick, his body is burning to touch all that soft flesh. Fabric strains and seams pop as he grabs your shirt in his hands and pulls, ripping the skimpy thing right down the middle and leaving the top and your bra in tatters just to pull your tits out of the opening the tear has created.

“Fuck this, need ta feel these,” he breathes as his face dives back into your neck.

Tits palmed in his gigantic hands, his fingers toy with the nipples ceaselessly until you can feel a pulsing deep in your clit from the stimulation. A pathetic whimper escapes your lips that you can’t swallow down and you swear his mouth is forming into a smile against your skin.

Finally he emerges from your throat, lips swollen and red from the constant pressure against your neck. The warmth of his breath makes your neck tingle where his saliva has dampened it. “Let me make this crystal fuckin’ clear. You’re mine,” he breathes, his low, gruff voice sending shivers down your spine. “Mine: with, taken, spoken for. I don’t give a fuck how far ya were gonna let it get with that bloody bastard, you’re mine. And no one, no one, touches what’s mine, understand?”

There is no fight left in you to deny him of anything, not the way he has your mind already in a disorienting haze. You nod your head in submission, even though you can hardly remember what he just asked.

“I’m the only fuckin’ guy for ya,” he groans with a malicious smirk, “the only one that can have ya. And ya want me too, don’tcha sweetheart? Ya know I’m gonna be tha only one to always protect ya, to look after ya…”

Reaching his hand between your bodies, he shifts his hips under you so that he can undo his belt buckle, then the button on his jeans, and finally pull down the zipper. Sticking his hand inside the shadowed recesses of his boxers, he pulls out and releases that thick, veiny appendage that has been steadily engorging from the moment he got in the car. It throbs and jerks in his hand as he pulls up his shirt over his chest and angles his cock up towards his stomach.

“..and if I have my way tonight I’m gonna be the one watchin’ my DNA leak outta ya just ta prove that you belong to me and only me,” he says, breath hitching from the sensitivity as his hand moves over the tip.

He pulls your hips forward so that you are positioned over top of it and you can feel his cold piercing brush against your clit as he forces you to grind on him over your panties. That fucking thing is always a surprise, the Prince Albert he’s had since before he even joined the military, though it is always a welcome one. He’s teasing you, tempting you, forcing you to fall apart without giving you anything more than a raw humping and it’s working like a charm. Up and down his cock strokes through your clothed petals, rendering you a writhing mess.

“I’m not playin’ anymore when it comes to you,” he says firmly. “I know what I got and I ain’t sharin’. You’re the only one I want and I won’t have some bastard try to take ya away.”

Aggressively, calloused fingers divide through the strands of your hair at the back of your head so that his grip is securely woven into you. He holds your head in place as he locks his auburn gaze onto your eyes, mouth inching ever nearer, but stopping just shy of your begging lips.

“Next guy that touches I’m gonna fuckin’ kill,” he breathes as his mouth connects with yours mercilessly, stealing the air from your lungs as he captures your lips to claim that mouth as his property.

Minutes pass with him overwhelming your senses: his thick cock slipping between your legs, his lips locked to yours in that fight of back and forth, his fingertips digging into the bulk of your hips to hold you down onto him. It’s almost too much and the longer it goes on the worse of a mess you become.

The tears are pooling at the rims of your eyes, your body aching and overwhelmingly sensitive that all you want to do is put his cock in, have your pussy swallow him up and fill you full so that you can finally come and end the torment, but he doesn’t stop. No, he wants you to cry for it, plead for it, be so incredibly desperate for it that you’ll let him do as he pleases without question.

He wants to ruin you for anyone else, keep you so addicted to him that you won’t think of even looking at another. Just as addicted as he is to you.

Your limbs are vibrating, tingling and near numb as he forces you to roll your hips over his piercing persistently to catch it on your clit until you can’t see straight. You press your hands into his bulky abdominals, using his torso as leverage to keep you steady. A bit of precum dribbles out of his tip and down the shaft, into the hair trailing down his pubic bone to his cock.

He switches up the rhythm a few times to disrupt the constant repetitive pressure that is needed for you to climax so that you are whimpering in distress, practically begging him with incoherent sounds to stop teasing and just let you come already. It’s too much, he feels too good; you need to come after all this buildup.

“P-please, p-pleas-se,” you stammer.

Grabbing your chin, Simon forces your face pointed towards his. “Look at me,” he demands and you lock eyes as best you can through your shimmering vision. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want ya to show me how well ya suck it and maybe if ya fuckin’ do it right I'll put it in ya and not make ya wait till we get home.”

His efforts have worked like a charm so that you don’t even balk as you push yourself off of his lap and move onto the seat beside him, moving onto your side and lowering your head until your lips are near the tip of his cock. Looking up, you hold his gaze through your thick eyelashes as you grab the base with your hand and wrap your mouth around it, pulling in the tip with your tongue.

“Fuck sweetheart, that’s it,” he sighs, “show me how good ya suck it. But keep them pretty eyes on me.”

There is condensation gathering steadily on the inside glass of the car to fog the windows as you take him all in until you reach your hand, suctioning your lips around the shaft as the saltiness hits your taste buds before drawing your head back up. The veins that run the length of his cock are pulsing with his rapid heartbeat and they throb against your tongue as you come back down as far as you can. You repeat the same movement over and over again, breathing through your nose to help keep your throat from spasming.

Simon looks down at you, keeping up that eye contact as you choke, your mouth so full of him that you can’t breathe. You never let your gaze falter, no matter how hard he hits your gag reflex. He’s so big there isn’t enough space in that orifice to fit him all in, though you try. Small droplets stream down from the corners of your eyes to match the dribbles of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and he gently wipes some of them away with his thumb as his hand rests on your cheek. Even with everything working against you, you are still sucking on him with everything that you have and goddamn is he bewitched by the way you look gagging on his dick.

“Such a pretty mouth, baby,” he praises, making your stomach flip-flop excitedly.

The more you suck, the more his hips begin to rock until he is thrusting his cock smoothly into your lips, fucking your mouth so that you don’t need to bob your head anymore. He thrusts into your throat repeatedly and soon they become more desperate the more that familiar warmth gathers itself in his belly, threatening to tear through him without warning. It’s after a few more minutes of this that he abruptly stops you by shoving your shoulders back, pulling your lips off from around his cock.

There’s only one place he wants to come and that isn’t your mouth.

You are being lifted up like he owns you and moved back over his lap while his hand adjusts his cock between your thighs. He holds onto the base as he takes the crotch of your panties with his opposite hand and wrenches them to one side so they are out of his way. He aligns himself and the tip of him pokes against your entrance that is dripping and ready.

“I only want what’s best for ya, sweetheart. Wanna keep ya from all them bastards that won’t treat ya right. I know ya better than anyone, so you’re not gonna fuckin’ question how controllin’ I am movin’ forward, are ya?”

Agonizingly slow his cock breaks through the threshold of your pussy with a shared involuntary gasp. You mewl loudly, choking at how quickly it stretches you out and he’s barely even in at all. Simon stops at the edge of his hand so that the tip rests just inside that moist barrier. “Answer,” he pushes for you to respond to him.

You nod your head vigorously, unable to speak.

He grins devilishly through heavy breaths that make his broad chest rise and fall at a rapidly growing pace. “That’s right; you’re not. Good girl. Don’t worry, it won’t be all bad. Just let me handle things and I’ll give ya everything you could ever fuckin’ want; what’s mine is gonna be yours. And what’s yours tonight…is me.”

With that he slips in the rest of his cock as he pushes you down hard onto him, filling your tight cunt until he gets to the base and there is nothing he left he can give. You cry out as your back hits into the steering wheel, causing the horn to beep briefly before Simon pulls you against him.

You are so fucking warm, so soft and your body so pliable under his hard grip that is around your ass. “Mine, only mine,” he repeats the assertion with more desperation in his tone as the squeezing from the walls of your pussy around his rock hard cock makes him so delirious it’s as if he is losing his goddamn mind.

Grunting through those first few bits of movement, he wastes no time in making your body bob up and down on him. He lifts you up only to slam you back down harder and harder each time, shoving his cock as far up into you as possible. But it isn’t enough; he needs more. He craves to fuck you harder.

Holding your waist he leans you both back to change the angle of his hips so he can pound into you as he has you secured to his chest. The sloppy sounds of your overly wet cunt being penetrated roughly grow louder, keeping time with his growing desperation. There are no more thoughts left inside his head except one and that is to rut into you until he comes.

You moan as Simon’s cock rubs into that sensitive bundle of nerves within you time and again. How you’ve lasted this long is a miracle, but that is quickly coming to an end as your orgasm cannot be held off any longer. The warmth in your stomach has gathered to its peak and all you can do is whimper in short bursts to let him know that you are about to fall over the edge.

His pace is relentless as he pumps with those powerful thrusts that bury him deep with, unyielding as everything comes to a head and with a shudder your orgasm rockets through you fiery hot, making your body writhe in his grasp. God, it doesn’t stop, second after second it just keeps building stronger and stronger. Simon does not let up and soon you are whining from the over-stimulation.

Thrusting through your release he finally feels that chord that has been tensing in his core snap tight and he is spilling over the edge with howl, his hands crushing your hips until they are stinging from the pressure of his strength.

His face juts forward to yours so that he can capture your mouth, kissing you through the pain until he has rode out his orgasm and can let go of your body. Minutes lengthen so that time seems to slow down, but soon his pace eases until he comes to a stop.

“My good girl, my pretty thing,” he pants through the euphoria coursing through his veins. “Gotta get ya home. Wanna make sure your a complete fuckin’ mess until there isn’t a doubt in your mind that I’m the only one for you.”

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reysdriver · 28 days

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Exit Stage Right | R.L

You and your daughter miss Remus while he's performing for a stadium of fans, so much that you have to see him before the concert is over — dad!rockstar!remus x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a little angsty if you squint rlly hard, but nothing else

words: 2.4k

a/n: I promised rockstar!remus a while ago, but I've been to 2 concerts in the last 2 weeks, which just so happens to be finals season, so I've been simultaneously busy as hell and itching to write this. I hope you like how it turned out!

Your daughter Olive was no stranger to loud noises.

Remus had a room to practise drumming in your house, it’s normal to encounter a chaotic mess of fans and paparazzi when you left the house as a family, and she just about had the loudest uncles in the world. Though you tried to limit the amount of noise she took in, Olive’s little ears had definitely adapted to her hectic little life.

But all that noise in her daily life was no match for a rock concert in a sold-out stadium. Those decibel levels would for sure be far too high for her little ears to handle.

It wasn’t as easy of a decision on what you should do with her tonight, though. You were getting cabin fever with all the identical hotel rooms you’ve been living in while The Marauders were on their tour, and you suspected Olive was in the same boat.

So, you decided to go back to the old days when the band first started going on long tours, when you would stay in the dressing room for the length of the performance. You and Remus figured it would be soundproof enough backstage, but you still insisted on pulling out the baby headphones you had bought just in case before she was even born. You were only planning on using them if it got especially loud backstage, yet you tried them on anyway.

They were massive on her, but they kept her safe and happy. Plus, she was pretty damn adorable with them on—not that she wasn’t all the time, but definitely cuter than normal with those giant headphones.

Waiting for the show to start, Remus bounced Olive on his lap while you watched the rest of the guys run through their current individual pre-show rituals.

It had been quite a while since you’ve been backstage with the band right before a show, and you honestly forgot how entertaining it was.

James was trying to solve the same Rubik’s cube he’s been working on for years to warm up his fingers, Peter was doing the daily crossword in the local newspaper, and Sirius was trying to multitask by doing his vocal warmups and his makeup at the same time.

It was really a terrible combination of tasks, as Sirius kept on messing up his eyeliner and then trying to suppress his favourite swear words for your daughter’s sake.

You wanted to tell him off, but it was really too fun to watch for you to intervene.

A minute or so after Sirius finally finished his look, the boys’ manager knocked on the dressing room door and reminded them that they have to go on stage soon.

Remus thanked him, and the guys all started getting ready to go. He kept Olive in his arms for as long as he could, until it was just the three of you in the room after everyone was already headed to the stage.

When he finally had to let her go, Remus made sure he gave you both a proper goodbye.

“I’ll be back soon. Just over 2 hours, then we can all go home.” He kissed you softly, but deeply. He always does this as a way of saying goodbye, kissing you like he might never do it again, but he doesn’t want you to think about it.

When his lips left yours and he slouched down to blow a raspberry on Olive’s tummy, you sighed quietly. “A hotel, not home.”

He looked at you sympathetically as he collected his drumsticks from the table beside you and stored them in his back pocket for the time being.

“Isn’t home anywhere where we’re all together?” He said, trying to lift your spirits. “But we’ll be home home soon enough. And I won’t be on tour again for a while, and we can be all together as much as we want.”

That did make you feel better. Even though you loved that Remus was living his dream with his best friends and giving you and Olive a great life, it did get stressful from time to time.

Privacy violations by paparazzi and media outlets, insecurity that sometimes got the best of you on both sides of the relationship, and of course, The Marauders going on world tours that were fun, but still somewhat torture. They made it so you had to choose between leaving home for months, or being away from Remus—not that there was any difference between those two.

You didn’t want to get emotional right when Remus had to go perform, so you smiled and reminded him that it was time for you to part ways for the evening.

“They’re waiting for you out there.”

A grin graced your husband’s face. “They can wait a little longer.”

“They paid to see you.” You reminded him.

“And I'll personally refund all of them if I don't go out.”

“Then we'll be out of money, and we'll both have to get new jobs and we'll never have any time with just the three of us.”

Remus pretended to think over your point for a second. “You’re right. I guess I have to go out and perform, then.”

“Put on a good show, honey. We'll see you soon.”

While saying goodbye to him, you raised Olive’s arm so you could wave at Remus for her as he walked out of the dressing room. Her face was already forming a pout when she watched her dad leave to go do his job, but you wouldn’t let that morph into anything more.

You turned her around so you could both look at each other, then you pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“None of that, sweetheart. We’ll see him again in no time.”

Laying her down beside you on the couch, you reach down into the baby bag you never go anywhere without and pick out some of her favourite toys from their specific pocket; hopefully those will keep her distracted and happy.

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The toys didn’t work as well as you thought they would. They kept Olive busy for about an hour, but she seemed to snap out of her happy baby daze out of nowhere.

She started crying and nothing was working to calm her down. She wasn’t hungry, she didn’t need to be changed, and nothing you had brought for this very reason was working.

You knew the only thing that could quell her upset was outside and on the stage, playing drums for a stadium of fans. But even though she and Remus both wished they could spend all hours of the day together, you just didn’t know how that could work.

And then you remembered the headphones.

The sound backstage hadn’t been that loud at all while The Marauders were playing, so you honestly hadn’t thought about them since you and Remus packed them before you left the hotel.

But this could work. You could use them to help both you and Olive right now. So that’s what you did.

You dug through your bag and pulled the noise-cancelling headphones from the bottom of the bag, where they had sat untouched for the longest time. After picking them up with a tiny ‘aha’, you smiled at your daughter and told her that she would soon be seeing her dad.

She had calmed down somewhat due to the mere mention of Remus, but she was still wailing in your arms. You bounced her lightly while you walked down the halls of the stadium.

“It’s okay, honey.” You cooed at Olive, despite the fact that she couldn’t hear a thing. “You’re gonna tire yourself out and fall asleep before you even get to see Daddy. We don’t want that, do we?”

Although, maybe her crying herself to sleep wouldn’t be so bad.

It still wasn’t an option in your mind. Your daughter wanted to see her dad, so over to Remus you’ll go.

Once you got to the stage door, a burly security guard gave you a questioning look. You supposed he wasn’t used to a woman and a baby wanting to go into the wings during a rock concert. But he was just there to do his job, not judge, so he let you through when you showed him your ID.

You kept checking Olive’s face to see her expressions and gauge if everything was too loud for her. Her look didn’t deviate from the bothered expression her face took on when you started walking with her, so you assumed the headphones were cancelling out the noise, just as they were made for.

Nobody who was working backstage seemed to mind you being there, so you found an extra stool in a dark corner and pulled it so you could sit and watch the band.

Based just on how Olive was moving in your arms, you knew she had spotted her dad behind the cymbals he was smashing across the stage. Pointing towards Remus, you whispered to her again even though she couldn’t hear you. “Look! Who’s that? Who’s over there?”

She seemed to be cheered up enough just from seeing Remus, so your hypothesis was proven correct. Things were shaping up to be a good night.

You swayed and headbanged—as lightly as possible—since just because Olive couldn’t enjoy the loud music doesn’t mean you had to ignore it too.

The current song ended, and James was talking to the crowd while Sirius drank some much-needed water after all that singing. While taking a swig, the two familiar faces in the wings of the stage caught his eye, and he just had to share what he was seeing with the drummer.

He practically skipped over to Remus, who was also catching his breath from performing and pointed you out. Your husband’s eyes scanned the area until he found you, and his face immediately broke out into a smile—and so did your daughter’s.

Back in the dressing room, you were hesitant if you should leave at all or if you should just wait out Olive’s tantrum, but the matching looks on your husband and daughter’s faces right now was proof that you made the right decision.

Olive made grabby hands towards her dad across the stage, and Remus waved right back and blew a kiss in your direction. You weren’t quite sure if it was aimed at you or your little girl, but it made you blush either way.

He pointed to the setlist taped to the ground beside him and hid his hand behind his bass drum so the audience wouldn’t see his gesture; he held up three fingers to let you know there would be three more songs until he could get up and give you two his full attention. You knew they would most definitely be doing an encore after they finished, but at least they could all have a small break after the main show.

You nodded to show him you understood, but his attention was already grabbed back by James giving him the sign that it was time to get back into the music. Not even taking more than a second to prepare, Remus was back in the groove and started playing the next song on the list, effortlessly and perfectly.

The last few songs of the main set were some of your favourites from the band’s discography, but you had to admit that you couldn’t enjoy them as much as you usually would.

It was mainly because you were somewhat scared of an impending mood swing out of your daughter now that her father’s attention had left her, but also because these three songs were standing in between you and your husband like a brick wall right now. You just had to remind yourself that once they hit that last note and said their goodbyes to the crowd, that wall would be temporarily smashed once more.

But now, they were at the end of the concert. The crowd was cheering like they just had the best night of their lives—you don’t doubt that they did—and Remus was throwing his sticks into the sea of hands desperate for a morsel of The Marauders.

His rockstar persona was dropped the second those drumsticks left his hands, and he was rushing to the wings to be with you and Olive, a wide smile strung across his cheeks.

He pulled you two out into the hall so the crowd’s noise could be in the background. He knew they would be cheering for an encore in a minute; as much as he loved that sound, he would rather hear you.

“She was getting pretty fussy and I knew you were the only thing that would calm her down.” You explained to Remus before he could even ask.

You were afraid he would be upset with you bringing her outside of the dressing room, but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He gently took Olive from your arms and cooed over her.

“You missed me so much you dragged your mum out here so you could see me, huh?” Remus asked her. “You know I missed you too, princess. Both of you.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should get the guys to shorten the setlist so you aren’t away from us for too long, then.”

He didn’t respond, but you know that he had brought up the idea of shorter tours to the others now that he and James were both fathers.

You watched lovingly as Remus kept moving Olive’s hand away from the glitter on his face that she was so desirous to touch. You wished you all could stay in this moment forever, but the audience’s chants for an encore were getting louder and louder and you knew the scene in front of you couldn’t last much longer.

Right on schedule, James strutted up and tapped Remus on the shoulder with a brand new pair of drumsticks.

“We’ve gotta go back out there, mate. Time to part ways with your girls once again.”

Remus wouldn’t put up a fight. He handed Olive back to you and blew one more kiss at you two as a goodbye.

The doors opened and a cacophony of fan cheers hit your ears. It was a lot, but it just reminded you that all those people were waiting for your husband, so you could wait a few more minutes.

Just two final songs, then you could all go home.

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angelicdanvers · 4 months

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BREATHE DEEPER | two.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by william.franklyn.miller, levizmiller, amitasuman_, and others

y/n — been missing these lads as of late 🫡

dior.n.goodjohn HOW IS EVERYONE YOU WORK WITH SO GORGEOUS ↳ y/n GIRL YOU BETTER BE INCLUDING YOURSELF WHEN YOU SAY THAT

iamcharliebushnell aww these are cute ↳ y/n why ty

levizmiller i miss you too :( ↳ y/n :( can i visit you and ed soon ↳ levizmiller WDYM OF COURSE YOU CAN

calamawy The 30th is right around the corner 👀 Dinner at 5:30? My place? ↳ y/n OH MY GOD YES

matt_lintz WHY DO I STILL HAVE YOUR BLAZER ↳ y/n STOP THATS WHERE ITS BEEN 😭 anyways tell my lover girl i say hi ↳ matt_lintz oi she’s my girl ↳ y/n sharing is caring my friend 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1 I have so many rolls of film to show you ↳ y/n no way so do i ↳ freddycarter1 This is definitely the universe’s way of telling us we have to meet up 😅 That polaroid of Amita and I will remain superior btw ↳ y/n UR WELCOME FOR THE BEST IMAGE EVER, but yes we do. imma be in london soon 🫡

william.franklyn.miller a little birdie told me you’d be photographing a certain someone ↳ y/n definitely not you ↳ william.franklyn.miller in your dreams, darling

iamcharliebushnell can i come over ↳ y/n i’m a couple hundred miles from japan tonight ↳ iamcharliebushnell what (imy) ↳ y/n jk no i’m gonna go to bed (i’ll stay up for fifteen more mins) ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😭 (good)

LUKEY POOKIE SENT A MESSAGE !

lukey pookie

hiiiiiiiiiiiii

↳ HI CHARLIE

lukey pookie

OH OK HI Y/N

↳ WASSUP

lukey pookie

I MISS YOU

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 🙄

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 😾

↳ why

lukey pookie

BECAUSE

anyways

i just realized we never got to go watergliding

↳ sadly :/

lukey pookie

that’s why we should

soon

↳ OMG that’d be cool

but i’m so busy rn 😭

lukey pookie

hey hey that’s okay

i’m sure we’ll find time?

↳ i hope sooo

but yeah i got a lot happening tmrw

lukey pookie

oh??

↳ yeah 😭 gotta prep for more of the filming and i have several photoshoots coming up

lukey pookie

THATS EXCITING THO

↳ YEAH

im just exhausted

lukey pookie

when i see you next i’ll make you your fav tea again

that’s a promise

↳ awww charlie 🥹 you’re too sweet

lukey pookie

only for the best :)

you should sleep now

↳ yuuup

goodnight, c ❤️

lukey pookie

goodnight, y/n ❤️

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i love you and i’m proud of you <333

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simplysturn · 3 months

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Bestfriend’s Brother ❤️‍🔥

Reader x Chris Sturniolo

warnings: dom ! chris, ass obsessed ! chris, spanking, biting, slight praise and degradation, smut, unprotected p in v etc.

mdni, this one isn’t for you.

an idea of how i imagine chris in this fic:

(https://x.com/heliishporn/status/1732947337343885638?s=46)

・❥・* ˚ ✦

“Thanks for the ride home girl, come inside and chill for a bit? Don’t want you driving home tired,” Nick offers.

It was around midnight, and I had picked up my bestfriend Nick and his brother Chris from a friends party. During the drive back to their place, I had felt Chris’s left hand sneak around the side of my drivers seat, softly stroking my arm while leaning himself forward against the back of my headrest, playing off tiredness to seem less suspicious. The touches were so subtle, I could tell he was being careful not to let Nick see what he was doing.

“No don’t thank me it’s so fine. You sure it’s not too late for me to come in?”

“Come in. We’ll put a movie on,” Chris basically demands.

He squeezes my arm and gives me locked eye contact. At this point, I’m wondering why Chris is touching me and where this is coming from. I mean, Chris has been a great friend to me since I moved to LA, but we’ve never really been physically affectionate before apart from a hug hello and goodbye. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find Chris attractive. Maybe I’d developed a harmless little crush. It was hard not to. I’d suppressed it and kept it to myself though, for the sake of my friendship with Nick.

I hop out of my car and follow them both inside.

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The three of us are on the couch with a movie playing in the background while we all scroll on our phones. I’m on one end of the couch while Chris is at the opposite, and Nick is in the middle. Nick leans over occasionally to show me some funny TikToks and we laugh at them together.

Eventually, Nick gets up from his spot and announces that he’s going to the bathroom and that he’ll be right back. I check the time on my phone, it’s almost 2am. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself, pressing my hand against my forehead, frustrated that I’ve lost track of time. I’m way too tired to drive home now and my phone is about to die.

“You good?,” I hear Chris question me from the opposite end of the couch.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I think I’m too tired to drive home and my phones about to die. I’ll ask Nick if I can still stay with him tonight.”

Chris shuffles over to my end of the couch, moving closer to me. My heart starts racing. What is he doing? He looks me in my left eye, then glances down at my lips, and back to my right eye. “Tell Nick…,” his hand reaches up and he uses his thumb to stroke my cheek, “you’ll sleep on the couch because you have to leave early and you don’t want to wake him.” He brings his face closer to mine, silently indicating he’s about to kiss me, seeking permission with his eyes. I respond by pressing my lips into his. My hand reaches up to his jaw to pull him in a little. The kiss is gentle and intimate. We both pull back and I look up at him. He swipes his thumb over my bottom lip and his magnetic blue eyes stare into my soul. God, he’s so pretty.

We hear footsteps coming back down the staircase and quickly snap out of our little bubble. Chris swiftly returns to his original spot, and I sink back down into the couch, pick up my phone, and start mindlessly scrolling, attempting not to seem suspicious when Nick returns.

“You gonna sleep over? It’s pretty late,” Nick asks.

“If that’s all good, yeah, I think I will,” I reply.

Chris shoots me a look and flashes his eyebrows toward Nick, prompting me to tell him what Chris had instructed me to say.

“Oh, and um, I think I’ll sleep on the couch because I have to leave early in the morning. I don’t wanna wake you up when I’m leaving.”

“You sure? I don’t mind. You probably won’t wake me anyway,” he half laughs.

With Chris still glaring at me, I double down.

“I promise I’ll be fine out here,” I smile at Nick.

As the three of us start tidying up the living room a little before we all head to bed, I feel my phone buzz. It’s a Snapchat notification from Chris. As I unlock my phone to open the photo, I realise my phone is on 5% battery. I really need a charger.

I open the snap. It’s a photo of Chris’s face and it says ‘Act normal but once me and Nick go to bed come sneak in my room ?’

・❥・* ˚ ✦

About five minutes ago, Nick and Chris both said goodnight and went to their rooms. I’m laying on the couch, and my phone died before I got a chance to reply to Chris’s snap. Do I do it? Do I go and sneak into my bestfriend’s brother’s room after we just kissed behind his back? I’m trying hard to ignore the growing heat between my legs after that kiss and failing. “Fuck it,” I think to myself. I get up from the couch and quietly start tiptoeing my way downstairs to Chris’s room. I reach his bedroom door which was left slightly cracked open. He knew I’d come. I push the door open a little more. “Chris?”

I can tell he’d just showered, towel on the bed, and his hair a little damp. He’s shirtless, pulling up a fresh pair of boxers. I can’t help but look him up and down. He catches me looking and giggles to himself.

“Like what you see?” he asks me, still giggling a little. I feel a sudden rush of heat to my cheeks. “I’m sorry for staring I-,” he walks over to me and slides his hands around my waist, causing me to lose my train of thought, and I stop speaking mid-sentence. It starts slow, his hands trail up my body as his lips connect with my neck. Naturally, my head tilts to the side, leaning into his lips and I wrap my hands around his neck. Before I can even think about what’s happening, our lips crash into each other and Chris’s strong hands are now exploring all of me. He slips them up underneath my sweatshirt, moving smoothly over my breasts before sliding them down my back and squeezing my ass.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Chris admits. “Jump,” he demands. I comply, wrapping my legs around him. I feel his hands grip my ass as he holds me against him, kissing me. He walks us over toward the bed and throws me down, crawling until he’s hovering over me. “You gonna be good for me?” he asks. I respond a soft “Mhm.” He smiles at my reply and leans down, leaving wet kisses from my earlobe to my neck, and then makes his way down further. I let myself melt underneath him, allowing him to take control. He undresses me, removing my sweatshirt and trackpants until I’m left only in my mismatched bralet and panties. I wasn’t exactly planning on having anyone see underneath my clothes tonight.

Next minute, Chris is kissing my pussy over my panties, then uses his index finger to pull them aside. Guiding his mouth to follow, connecting with my bare pussy, he starts to suck on my sensitive clit. Small moans start to leave me involuntarily. His mouth feels fucking amazing. He moans too, the vibrations giving me even more pleasure. “Feel good, baby? My mouth making you feel good?” He asks me and quickly returns his mouth to my clit. I reply with more moans and by grinding myself further into his mouth, needing more. He easily tears my panties fully off and his arms are around my waist, pulling my needy hips into his mouth. “Chris, I’m close. I-I’m gonna cum,” my hand instinctively grabs onto his hair as I feel myself about to finish. “Yeah, gonna cum for me?” He moans into my pussy, and slips a finger inside of me, fingering me fast. “Oh Chris, fuck. Fuck! I’m cumming!” As I reach my climax, his hand reaches up to cover my mouth in an attempt to muffle my loud moans. “Shh, baby,” he laughs, “did so well for me.” He brings his finger up to my mouth and makes me taste myself.

The way he looks on top of me right now after making me cum on his tongue, fuck, I need to feel him inside of me right now. I grab his hips and pull him into my torso, wrapping my legs around him. “Oh, you want more?” He asks, laughing again. I laugh in response and kiss him slowly. We drag out the kiss while we both take off his boxers and he removes my bralet. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. “Mhm, baby,” he moans as I place my hand around him and start to stroke him. He aligns the head of his penis with my wet slit and starts gliding himself up and down, preparing me to take him. He slowly starts to push in past my opening, easing himself in, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. He bottoms out and we both let out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. He starts thrusting slowly at first, letting me adjust to his thickness. “Fuck me, Chris,” I moan and he starts picking up his pace. I look down to watch the sex that’s happening between us while covering my own mouth, trying so fucking hard to keep my moans quiet. Chris sees me looking down and smirks before he grabs my hand and rips it off my mouth. Slowing down his pace, he half-whispers into my ear, “I change my mind. I want them to hear how good I’m making you feel,” and without warning, he fucks into me. Hard. I cry out and my eyes roll into the back of my hard. My nails are clawing at his back and my hips are gyrating, desperately trying to fuck myself deeper onto him, needing to feel all of his cock with every thrust.

Without warning, he grabs me by my hips and effortlessly flips me over in one smooth motion, smacking my ass as he pins me down onto my stomach. “Such a pretty ass, baby,” he smacks my asscheek once again. He wraps his left arm around my neck, dragging his thumb down my bottom lip as he slowly enters me from behind. Gradually finding his pace, his thrusts quicken as he slams into me over and over, and I submit to it. I can’t form a single thought, all I can focus on is how good Chris feels inside of me. He gives me three rapid smacks on my ass once again and then squeezes my asscheek. He grunts. “Oh, shit,” I moan under my breath and Chris responds “You like it when I smack your ass baby?” All I can muster up is a moan, “Mhm.” “Use your words for me, mama,” “Feels so good baby, don’t fucking stop, please, please,” I practically beg him. He puts a hand under my stomach and lifts me, “On your knees, baby,” staying inside of me the whole time. “Wanna see you touch your clit for me while I fuck you,” he talks into my ear, “can you do that for me?” He guides my hand in between my legs and makes me play with myself. “That’s it, baby. Need to feel you cum around my cock so fucking bad.”

Chris and I are both approaching our high. His pants and groans are getting louder and I can feel my pussy start to squeeze around his dick. He leans his head down next to my ear, “You gonna be a slut for me? Take my cum in your tight little pussy, hm?” “Oh, fuck yes, give it to me,” “Yeah, you want it baby?” He smacks my ass again, and I practically scream the house down as I climax, “Oh my god, I’m cumming, fuck! Cum inside of me, baby.” I ride out my high, bucking my hips, repeating out loud for Chris to release in me, begging for it. He grabs a fistful of my hair and I feel my cunt pulse around his thick penis, milking him. “God, your pussy is so fucking good. So fucking wet for me,” he moans through gritted teeth. I let out a small shriek of shock and pleasure when he softly bites into my shoulder. Over and over, he grunts and slams into me and pauses for a moment, and then roughly slams into me again as he lets himself pour into me. “Fuck,” he draws out the word and then places a wet, open-mouthed kiss, almost a lick, on my neck.

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He lets out a sigh of satisfaction and carefully pulls out of me, quickly grabbing and offering me the towel that was still on the bed from his shower. “Hold on,” he gets up, and I wait. He grabs a fresh towel for me and swaps me for the other. “Here. A fresh one so you can take a shower if you want.” “Thank you.” I get up and walk into Chris’s bathroom to take a shower. He follows me in. “Mind if I join you?,” he asks me, confidently standing infront of me butt naked. It was clear that Chris had no shame about his nakedness. I nod and he steps into the shower with me. His hands find my waist, snaking them around me. I smile to myself, loving his hands on me, but I try to ignore him so I can get clean. He rests his head on my shoulder and whines, annoyed that he doesn’t have my undivided attention. I laugh and turn around to face him. I take his face in my hands. “I need to get clean, Christopher.” “Mm,” he whines again, “just want you close to me. You’re gonna sleep in here, right?” I nod, and he smiles, planting a kiss on my lips. “Also, I’ll need to get a Plan B in the morning.” “Mhm, I’ll come with you and pay for it, baby.”

Chris exits the shower before me, dries off and pulls his boxers on. He puts an oversized shirt of his on the bathroom counter for me to wear to bed. Once I dry off and make my way into the bedroom, I see that Chris has set up my side of the bed. There’s a glass of water on the night stand and he put my phone on the charger. It was a small gesture, but it made my heart flutter. I climbed onto the bed next to him and decided to be brave. “So, was that a one time thing?”, I prepare for the worst. I know that I want more than a friendship with him but I don’t know if he feels the same or what’s going through his head. He turns to face me. “Well I hope not. I’ve liked you for a while and I don’t know, I guess I was just finally brave enough to do something about it tonight,” he shakes his head, “I didn’t just use you for sex, y/n.” I smile at him and a rush of relief flows through me. I let out a heavy sigh. “You ok?” “Mhm, perfect actually. But-“ “But what?” “What do we tell Nick and Matt? I mean they definitely heard us, right?” I let out a giggle. “Oh god,” Chris covers his face with his hands, registering that his brothers almost definitely would’ve heard us fucking. After the initial embarrassment passes, he joins in and laughs about it with me. Chris opens up the blanket for me and motions for me to join him underneath the covers. He pulls me in close to him and we talk and laugh together for a little while. Eventually, his eyelids start to get heavy, blinking slowly as he falls asleep.

I kiss his forehead, “sweet dreams, baby.”

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*this is my own original writing. i do not give consent for my work to be published outside of tumblr. i do not give consent for anybody to steal or claim this story as their own*

1045 word count am i insane? yes. ANYWAYSSSS i got carried away sorry if u hate long fics but ya. the link at the top is kind of how i imagine chris in the section when his arm is around her neck and she’s on her stomach. ENJOYYYY ILY 🤭

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 7 months

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Spells of Fate

Summary: Y/N keeps having mysterious dizzy spells and Harry can't help but be increasingly worried

Based on this ask :)

Warnings: fluff, protective H

Word Count: 1.2k

The first time it happens, it catches Y/N off guard.

“H… babe can you slow down? I just need a minute.” Y/N breathes heavily, steading herself on a nearby bench as Harry quickly jogs back to her.

“Love, you alright? You’re looking pretty pale.” He presses a cool palm against her forehead and notes how clammy she is, despite only having been jogging for a few minutes.

“I don’t… I’m just feeling really dizzy. I think I need to sit down.”

“Ok, ok, I’ve got you. Have some water; Let’s rest for a bit and then we can start walking home. Good thing we didn’t make it far hey?” He jokes, attempting to pull a smile from his girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry bubs, I know you wanted to run today. I’ll be ok, go on without me and I’ll meet you at home.” Y/N smiles weakly at him, urging him to keep going. Harry looks at her like she’s grown three heads.

“Not a chance, are you crazy? I’d never leave you, especially when you’re not feeling well. Can I take you to the hospital? Do I need to do something?”

Y/N almost giggles at the sight of her boyfriend so anxious. He’s running his fingers through his hair, his hands twitching nervously as though he’s itching to do something.

Come on, up. Do you need me to carry you or are you alright to walk?”

Y/N rolls her eyes at his overprotective nature.

“You really would carry me if I asked wouldn��t you.”

“Absolutely.”

The second time, Y/N can feel it coming on.

This time she’s able to hide it better. Or so she thinks.

It’s been a few days since the first incident and Harry’s about to go on stage. She’s laughing and chatting to Sarah when the wave of lightheadedness rushes through her again. Y/N grips onto the couch as subtly as she can, excusing herself quickly to grab some water. She thinks she’s managed to go unnoticed but it’s only a few moments later that Harry is by her side.

“Y/N, my love. What’s the matter?”

“Harry you have a show to get to.”

“Not important darling, need to make sure you’re ok. You dizzy again?”

Y/N just nods, letting herself sink into Harry’s embrace.

“I want you to stay back here tonight and look after yourself ok. Don’t come out for the show, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Harry of course I’m coming out for the show. Now you need to go, and I’ll be right behind you. Just need some more water and I’ll be good.”

“Y/N.” Harry looks at her sternly. He’s worried. She knows he is, but Y/N is determined to not let whatever is going on with her ruin his show.

“Harry. Love. I’m ok. Go on.” She presses a soft kiss to his lips, pushing him gently out the door of the bathroom. He grumbles as he goes, muttering something about how stubborn she is because he “just wants to take care of her.”

The third time is the worst one.

She’s in the friends and family section, dancing around with Anne, screaming the lyrics to Daylight with Gemma. Y/N doesn’t feel completely better but she’s ignoring it to have fun. Harry is on edge tonight and she can feel it by the way he keeps glancing over to her in concern.

“I’m fine!” She mouths, offering him a thumbs up. He scans her face for any sign of distress before nodding and blowing a kiss, moving to the other side of the stage. The concert is loud, and Y/N can feel herself getting warmer.

Harry is doing his speech before Matilda and suddenly there are little dark spots in her vision. She can faintly hear Anne calling her name before everything fades to black and she falls to the ground.

Harry watches her faint from his view on the stage and his heart sinks. He’s about to stop the show and rush into the crowd to check on Y/N, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Jeff organising a stretcher to move her backstage.

“Stay on stage H. We’ll take care of her I promise. Finish the show.” Harry hears through his earpiece.

So he does, not wanting to disappoint the fans who’ve travelled so far to watch him play. It’s the longest 25 minutes of his life, finishing Kiwi with a half hearted whale before absolutely legging it backstage.

“Where is she? Where’s my girlfriend? I need to know where she is.” He’s tense and on edge as he searches the rooms backstage, finding Y/N and his mum in a room adjacent to his dressing room. Anne sends a comforting smile to her son before leaving to give the couple some privacy.

Y/N slowly regains consciousness, her head throbbing and her body aching. She blinks, trying to make sense of her surroundings. It takes a moment for the blurred shapes and colors to sharpen into focus.

"Y/N, you're awake," a comforting voice says, and she turns her head to see Harry sitting beside her, his worried eyes locked onto her.

"What happened?" Y/N croaks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You fainted during the show," Harry replies, his voice laced with concern. "They brought you back here.”

Y/N tries to sit up but immediately regrets it as dizziness washes over her. Harry gently pushes her back down.

"Easy there, love," he says softly. "We called a doctor. They're on their way.”

Y/N nods weakly, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe she let this happen again, especially during one of Harry's concerts.

"I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her eyes filling with tears.

Harry leans closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Hey, don't be sorry. This isn't your fault. We'll figure out what's going on.”

As they wait for the doctor, Harry keeps a protective arm around Y/N, soothing her with gentle words and reassuring touches. When the doctor arrives and begins to examine her, Harry never leaves her side.

“Well Miss Y/L/N, the mysterious cause of the fainting spells has been solved. You’re pregnant. Only about 8 weeks along but that would be the cause of the dizziness. Congratulations you two.”

Harry is silent and Y/N takes this as a bad sign. She’s consumed by her own shock but Harry’s reaction has her frightened.

“Harry,” she starts weakly, “I know this isn’t what we planned and I totally understand if-”

Harry holds her face in her hands cutting her off.

"Darling, we're going to have a baby," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

“You… you’re ok with this?”

“Of course I’m ok with this. I mean I didn’t expect it to be this soon but I can’t wait to have a family with you my love. Fuck. I’m going to be a dad.” His voice is filled with excitement and slight nervousness and Y/N’s eyes fill with happy tears.

Harry can't help but press a loving kiss to Y/N's forehead, his voice filled with affection as he murmurs, "You're going to be an amazing mum.”

Y/N looks up at him with teary eyes, her heart overflowing with love. "And you're going to be the best dad.”

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 7 months

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🎃⁀➷ 31 days, 31 spooky prompts for Whumptober *ੈ✩‧₊˚🕷️🍂

1. ❝ don’t look, try not to show any fear as I tell you this, but I think that pumpkin behind you is alive, and it’s looking at us. ❞

2. ❝ please, I’m not crazy. that scarecrow is alive and it’s trying to kill me. you have to believe me. no one in this town is safe! ❞

3. ❝ you remember that body that was admitted to the morgue last night? the one that has human bite marks that looks nasty infected on the arm. yeah, well, this is going to sound insane, but it’s gone. the body’s missing. ❞

4. ❝ babe, you’re dead. this is the afterlife. we’re all ghosts here. ❞

5. ❝ do not come out of your room when it’s nighttime. no matter what you hear, you must stay in your room throughout the night. ❞

6. ❝ the bats, they’re biting and killing people. we have to run. now! ❞

7. ❝ is that a person sitting on the tree branch? why is she smiling like that? what’s wrong with her eyes? oh my god, she’s crawling down. oh my god, she’s crawling towards us! ❞

8. ❝ you haven’t heard of the blood moon curse? you must be new here. ❞

9. ❝ if you hear a voice calling your name from the woods at night, do not answer. ever. ❞

10. ❝ I got bitten, and I need you to kill me before I turn and become like them. please promise me you’ll kill me before I hurt anybody. please don’t let me be like them. ❞

11. ❝ no, don’t make eye contact with it. keep on walking, but do not run. ❞

12. ❝ there will be a ritual tonight and they will use you as a human sacrifice. you have to get out of here. ❞

13. ❝ shhh, she can’t see us, but she can hear us. be quiet. ❞

14. ❝ what do you mean the doll is alive? it’s just a doll. ❞

15. ❝ one of us is possessed. there’s one way to find out who. ❞

16. ❝ we’ve been walking in circle. we’ve walked past this house before. you see that lady in the window staring at us? she was also there the last time we walked past her property, staring at us through the window exactly like this. it’s like she hasn’t moved at all. ❞

17. ❝ you need my blood to stay alive. drink it. drink. or you die. ❞

18. ❝ I think there’s someone living in the walls. I can hear them breathing at night. ❞

19. ❝ this is a mistake. we should never have come here. the myth is real. we’ll never get out alive now. I’m sorry. gosh, I’m so sorry. ❞

20. ❝ if you see the shadow, you only have 3 days left to live. ❞

21. ❝ are those claw marks on the trees? they weren’t here last night when we set up the tent. ❞

22. ❝ I don’t think the blood on his clothes is fake, neither are the human organs in those jars. we have to get out of here. ❞

23. ❝ I’ve seen it all. the devil is real. it’s too late now. all of us are going to die tonight. ❞

24. ❝ they are not a cult. they’re my family. I’m not being brainwashed. let me go. let me go! ❞

25. ❝ what did you just inject me with? what’s in the syringe? what’s in the fcking syringe?!! ❞

26. ❝ those blood, it’s still fresh, meaning whoever — or whatever — killed it is still around. we have to keep moving, and we have to keep quiet. ❞

27. ❝ she doesn’t like her dolls to speak at night. if she hears your voice after 8 o’clock, she will rip your vocal cord out. ❞

28. ❝ there’s something in the mist. if you breathe, you die. ❞

29. ❝ look at me, hey, look at me, these people, they look like your friends and they sound like your friends. but they’re not your friends. your friends are dead. we cannot trust anybody. ❞

30. ❝ don’t get too close to the water. the fairies have very sharp teeth and strong grips. ❞

31. ❝ be careful in the full moon night. just… be very careful, alright? ❞

TAP HERE FOR; 31 DAYS, 31 TROPES FOR WHUMPTOBER

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murdockparker · 11 days

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Promises, Promises

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Five years is a long time to be together, Peter knew that. Peter also knew that everything was expensive—but he had an idea. A little juvenile, sure, but it was an idea regardless.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of sex (no smut), reader is a nerd, Star Wars hot take?

A/N: I haven't written for Peter in a hot second, but I'm glad to get back into the swing of things ;) i'll see myself out now

An old pop song blasted through the small shop, possibly from the eighties or nineties, it was hard to decipher, given that the boombox playing the song was probably older than she was.

“Do you need more toilet paper?” She asked across the aisle, hoping someone would answer back—a certain someone in particular.

“Nah,” she could see a mop of brown shake from over the packages, “I just bought some last week.”

“Peter, if you’re lying to me and you’re out of toilet paper again I swear on all that is holy—”

“Babe,” Peter said softly, peaking around the corner, “trust me. It’s not gonna be like last time.”

“Oh? You mean the time I was stranded on your toilet while you ran out to buy some more?” She nearly had laughed at the memory, but decided against it, having far more fun antagonizing her boyfriend. “That last time?”

He went positively crimson, from his neck to his ears. He always looked good in red, she thought, but she liked this red the best. “I am one thousand percent positive—I think I still have the receipt in my back pocket.”

“You said you bought some last week though? You haven’t washed those jeans yet?”

Peter shrugged. “I haven’t worn these that many times since last week…”

She laughed at that, pulling a bag of chips off of the shelf. Changing her mind, she pulled another as well—her favorite and his favorite. “Okay pretty boy, I believe you. I also believe we’ll be making a stop to the laundromat tonight, too.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” Peter groaned, grabbing the snacks from her and holding them close. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“Obviously you haven’t been in the mood for a week,” she rolled her eyes. “But sure, we can go tomorrow. Tonight, we feast like twelve year olds and binge our favorite movies.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Peter sighed, leaning up against the shelf, eyes locked on her. “A pretty girl willing to watch Star Wars, eat cheese puffs and date me?”

“Don’t forget the hot, hot sex you’ll have with the pretty girl after,” she winked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Speaking of—”

“Restocked those too,” Peter said proudly. “Bought them with the toilet paper—could show you the receipt if you want. Bet you’re glad I held onto it, right?”

She pushed him away, her nose scrunched up in disgust. “I take the offer of sex back, I’m still not over those dirty jeans.”

“I’ll shower!”

“Just buy the snacks,” she laughed, shoving him towards the cashier. “I’ll rethink my offer in the meantime.”

“Aye aye, boss,” Peter saluted, turning hot on his heels to the front. She couldn’t help but smile, watching him laugh with the bodega owner, pulling crumpled bills out of his pockets and pressing them against the counter. There was hardly anything that Peter Parker could do that she didn’t find endearing—find something to smile about.

“Local news tonight, late last night in Manhattan, our favorite web slinger was seen assisting with directing traffic during the power surge,” a reporter on the T.V. in the corner of the store announced, the screen showed Spider-Man waving traffic along, webbing a car to stop before it crashed into another oncoming vehicle. “Local authorities showed up minutes later to take over, sans-webs.”

“Huh,” she clicked, feeling her smile grow wider. “He's been spending time in Manhattan?”

“Spider-Man gets around town,” Peter shrugged, finally returning beside his girlfriend, their purchases in white plastic bags. “Can’t always stay in Queens, can he?”

“Helps if Spider-Man goes to school in Manhattan, no?” She teased quietly, elbowing Peter lovingly.

“He had time after class,” his voice matched her own, low and slow, opening the door and finally walking out onto the street. “What? Was he expected to let everyone crash their cars while the stoplights went out?”

“No,” she hummed, noticing quickly how Peter took the outside of their strides, closest to the street. He always did that. The notion warmed her heart, the feeling flooding to her toes. “Good thing he was there to help out. I’m sure the police were thankful.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay,” she conceded, head falling onto his shoulder. “Yeah, that was dumb to say.”

The rest of the walk was silent, as silent as it could get in New York City, anyhow. Comfortable, the beats of the city passing by with every step towards Peter’s apartment, hands intertwined with the other. Occasionally, he’d tug her back and stop her from stepping into the street, clearly knowing she’s not paying attention to the changing pedestrian signs. She’d squeeze his hand back in thanks.

“Have you thought more about moving in?” Peter asked, trying his best to unlock the door to his apartment, wrists heavy from the bags. “Y’know, I’m sure I can get you added to the lease if I asked.”

“Thought about it,” she hummed, gently taking the bags from him. “I just… your place is a bit small.”

“What?” He scoffed, finally pushing the door open and allowing her to enter. “You’re saying this luxurious suite is too small?”

It was comical, the timing of his statement. She could hardly turn her neck and she’d get a full view of Peter’s apartment—minus the bathroom. He could only afford a studio, and even then it was bursting at the seams, with all of his school work, his work work and his ‘unofficial’ work work, the place was a mess. He tried his best to keep it tidy, he really did. It was never filthy, just overrun by stuff.

“Babe, you’re growing out of your own space,” she laughed, double checking she locked the door behind them—it had a habit of sticking. “How’d you think I’d fit in here?”

“Preferably on my lap, or in my bed,” he smirked. “But… yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a little cramped.”

“It’s not that I don’t love you, or love spending time here,” (Y/N) clarified. “Hell, you’d think after all these years I’d have moved on if that was the case.”

“Has it been that long?” He asked rhetorically, opening the bags in the kitchen—if you could call it that.

“I won’t even pretend to act insulted you’ve forgotten how long we’ve been together, Parker.”

“Time flies when you’re in love,” Peter nearly sings. “Five years is a long time, feels like just yesterday I was nervously asking you out.”

“I asked you out,” she corrected. “I know, I know, five years and a hell of a lot of brain damage from crime fighting can make you misremember—”

“No way,” he scoffed. “I distinctly remember sliding a note in your locker between classes. Super cute, very sappy, I might add.”

She hopped up on his counter, with what little space he had free, anyway. “Did you? You seem to be forgetting how I pulled you aside after science class and, very confidently, I might add, asked you out for milkshakes after school.”

“That was the day I left you the note,” Peter blinked. “I just assumed you read it and were moving the process along.”

“Wait,” she barked a laugh. “I thought you left the note after I asked you out?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’. “Left it for you that morning, chemistry wasn’t until after lunch.”

“Huh,” she breathed, shoulders deflating. “I guess we both asked each other out on the same day.”

“Can’t believe it took us five years to figure that out,” Peter laughed, patting her thigh.

“Knowing us? I’m surprised it didn’t take us ten.”

Ten years.

Ten years with her.

The thought alone made Peter buzz with happiness.

“We’re both pretty smart people,” Peter squeaked out, fighting his own body, hoping and praying a childish blush won’t give him away. “We would’ve figured it out before then.”

“I dunno, seems unlikely,” she opened a bag of chips, impatient to start their evening. “What are we starting with tonight? Phantom Menace?”

“We started with Phantom Menace last time, chronological order,” he scrunched his nose. “I think we should go by release order this weekend, just to shake things up.”

“Okay, nerd,” she said, her voice filled with affection. Hopping off the counter, she walked towards his couch. “I’ll go get A New Hope set up, then. You plate the snacks.”

“I’ll pull out my finest china,” Peter said. He opened the cabinets to find two bowls, one for each of the bags of chips. They were mismatched and two totally different sizes, but they were free from the old neighbors, so he made do.

“Y’know, I don’t think the debate between release order versus chronological order is all that great,” (Y/N) said, mostly to herself. “I mean, there’s a thousand other things Star Wars fans can get caught up in arms in, but the order in which to watch the movies? Oh no, someone man the Reddit boards! What a crock of shit. It doesn’t matter anyway, they’re all good movies.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by his girlfriend’s rant. “All of them? That’s a controversial opinion.”

“If I had a good time watching it, it was a good movie,” (Y/N) said simply. “Not everyone’s a critic.”

“Clearly.”

“Do you not agree?”

“I agreed the last time we had this conversation,” Peter droned, though not bored in the slightest. “Though, I will admit, I was perhaps a bit distracted, on account of your nakedness.”

“Our pillow talk gets heated,” she said, no hint of shame in her voice. “Only intellectual conversations afterwards, to ground us and all after… everything.”

“Because the sex is that good?”

“Because the sex is that good,” she agreed.

“Maybe I should plan that shower soon,” he grinned, walking over to his loving girlfriend. “Delay our marathon…”

“I didn’t walk all the way here just for sex, you know,” (Y/N) hummed, the couch shifting at Peter’s added weight. “An added bonus, for sure, but I came here to pig out and watch silly little movies set in space with my pretty boyfriend.”

“Pretty boyfriend?”

“The prettiest,” she giggled, slipping a kiss to the tip of his nose. It’s not her fault he has such a kissable face—lips, cheeks, nose, wherever. “Big doe eyes, loads of freckles, smoochy cheeks—”

“Which ones?”

A pillow—one she had bought him months ago—met his face with a quick thump. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly smoochable,” Peter giggled, feeling lighter than air. “You said so yourself.”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice all thick and lovey, “I know.”

Peter looked at her like she held the world in her hands, sitting beside him on his old couch—one that they had both moved up the stairs together two years ago—he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Everything was right in the world, everything was right in his heart.

“Are you gonna press play?”

He shook his head a bit, dumping his lovesick thoughts out of his ears. “Oh! Yeah, right. The movie.”

She pulled a blanket up on them, snuggling closer to Peter as the opening fanfare begun to play. With the text scrolling on the screen, one he hardly needed to read to know what it said given his near-memorization of the film, he felt at peace.

—

Mindlessly scrolling on his phone, it was usually how he spent his mornings, to wake himself up. He knew about the studies with blue light and stimulation of that sort of activity and wakefulness—having heard it enough from the party beside him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Apartment listings.

She was right, his studio was too small for the both of them, and it was only fitting if they were going to start a life together—living with one another—that they had ample space. Besides, they were graduating within the year anyhow, so location wasn’t terribly important. In the city would be nice, given his… other occupation, but he could get used to living outside of Manhattan again. It was quieter, usually, and only by a small percent. Cheaper, too. Thank God for his scholarships, he wouldn’t have made it very far without them.

She stirred next to him, pulling his comforter mostly off of him. He didn’t need it right now, anyway. Not when she was sleeping so soundly. He craved these weekends, when they both had a break from school and work—most of the time anyway. Peter Parker knew in his heart of hearts that he needed this every day. Perhaps forever.

Forever.

That seemed so out of reach five years ago, but now? Peter simply couldn’t see a life without her in it. With their hectic schedules, his being all-encompassing, marriage was out of the question, at least for a few years. That’s why the apartment was so important to him, a piece of forever within their grasp.

“Maybe…” Peter sighed, clicking his phone off, afraid to breathe louder than necessary.

She didn’t seem to wake, anyhow.

—

“Why do weekends here go by so fast?”

“At the laundromat?”

(Y/N) gave him a knowing glance. “Yes, Pete, weekends fly by here at the laundromat.”

“Come on,” Peter laughed, stacking his jeans—fresh out of the dryer. “It’s not so bad. They have those magazines you like.”

“Magazines from years ago—”

“There was that one from the eighties you found two months ago,” Peter pointed. “Stuck under one of the dryers?”

She smiled at the memory. “True. That was kinda fun. Seeing all the dated hairstyles and outfits was a treat. But you knew what I meant, use that big brain of yours.”

“It probably has something to do with the fact we like spending time with one another,” Peter began, patting the top of his laundry pile. “Y’know, makes the time go by faster.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. “I mean, logically, that’s probably the answer.”

“Logically? As opposed to illogically?”

“I could shove a sock down your throat right now, Parker,” she said seriously, holding up a balled up blue sock of his. “No one here would stop me. So cut it out with the smart ass-ness.”

Peter snorted a laugh. “Such a scary girlfriend I have, threatening me with socks.”

“Maybe instead of kryptonite like Superman, your weakness is socks? I need to capitalize on that venture before anyone else does,” she said, throwing the sock into the laundry basket. “Once I crack that code, I can sell it to all the big baddies of New York.”

“And maybe with all of the money you make, we could invest in a place for us,” Peter said.

“A house on the water,” she said dreamily. “Four bedrooms, an office—maybe one for both of us? Oh! An open kitchen sounds nice too, one with stone counters and fancy wood cabinets—real wood, not particle board. One of those farmhouse sinks?”

“If you share Spider-Man’s one weakness to all the big baddies of New York, don’t you think you’d have a hard time sharing a life with him after?” Peter asked, the sounds of the machines drowning out their conversation well enough. They practically had the whole place to themselves anyway, it seemed safe enough to talk about. “You know, considering that the spider is likely dead?”

“Hm…” she tapped her chin. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“We could start with an apartment, first,” Peter chuckled, throwing bits of his laundry basket into the washer. “I was looking at listings—”

“I thought you wanted me to move into your place?”

“We need a place of our own,” Peter said. “You were right, my studio isn’t going to cut it, and I want to spend more time together. Our weekends are the best time of the week, and any night I spend with you is a night where I actually get some semblance of sleep—for the most part, anyway.”

The entire laundromat lit up, Peter was certain her smile was the culprit.

“You were looking at listings?” She asked shyly, digging through the basket to help Peter load the washer.

“Most of it was out of our budget,” he admitted, “but it was a start.”

She hummed in agreement. “We’ll look together tonight, then.”

“Sounds perfect,” Peter grinned. “Oh! Could you double check my pockets? I keep forgetting change and stuff in them.”

“What about old receipts?” (Y/N) giggled, obliging to his request. She pulled a pair of khakis out of the basket, gingerly fishing her hand in the pockets. “I think I’m entitled to any change I find, Parker.”

“You can have whatever you find,” Peter agreed, his voice a little shaky.

Turning the back pockets inside out, she found nothing in the first pair, throwing it unceremoniously into the washer. With a bit more haste, she rifled through the second pair—the pair she had bought him a while back. Her fingers came across something round and cool. Change, it had to be.

“I think I just became twenty five cents richer,” she laughed, pulling the item out of the pocket, expecting a quarter. Instead, it was a smooth ring, delicate and without any stones, but still elegant. “What…?”

“It’s not a house on the water,” Peter started, looking down at the ring in her hands. “It’s also not a new apartment, but it’s a start, right?”

“Peter Parker, if you’re proposing to me in a laundromat—”

“It’s also not a proposal,” he corrected, “I’m gonna get you a better ring for that, I promise. Besides, it’s not very romantic here, is it?”

She looked up at him, his eyes staring into her own. Big and beautiful, that’s what she always thought of his eyes. Like they held the answer to every question in the universe, and in a way, they did. “It’s a promise ring?”

He shrugged, his ears growing a bit pink. “When you say it like that it sounds a little… middle school, but in a way, yeah, it is a promise ring.”

“Girls my age are expecting engagement rings,” she said, looking back down at the ring in her hand. It was her size, she didn’t even need to try it on to know it. How did he figure out her ring size?

“I promise baby,” Peter stepped towards her, grabbing her hand, closing her fingers around the ring. “I’m gonna get you that ring. I just thought it’d be nice to have something to wear on your finger in the meantime—before we do real adult things like move in together. A-and this way, you can help me pick out your real engagement ring! I have a really good idea of what you like, but I don’t ever want you to look down at your hand and thing ‘man, I wish Peter chose this instead of this’, you know?”

“Honey,” (Y/N) said, looking back up at him. “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m nervous.”

She chuckled. “How do you expect yourself to actually propose if you can hardly give me a promise ring?”

“Hadn’t thought that far,” Peter shook his head. “But it’s for you, I’m willing to do anything for you.”

He meant that.

She knew he meant that.

“Am I supposed to put it on myself?”

Peter quickly scrambled to open her hand to grab the ring from her, nearly dropping the thing. “You want to wear it?”

“My boyfriend got me a pre-engagement ring,” she nearly rolled her eyes. “You expect me not to wear it?”

He pushed the ring onto her left hand, fourth finger. Peter gently lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lovingly. “I promise, you’ll get a better ring from me one day. S-soon! Like, as soon as I have the money, I swear to it, honestly.”

“Pete,” she placed her now-ring-clad hand on his face.

“Right,” his shoulders deflated, “rambling. Sorry.”

She kissed his cheek. “It’s all very sweet and very you, Peter Parker. I love it.”

A dryer alarm buzzed, startling the both of them. “You do?”

“Well, I love you, and that’s enough,” (Y/N) smiled. “Besides, I like the idea of wearing a ring you got me—and the idea of helping you pick out the real thing? That basically sold the idea for me.”

“You’d say yes if I asked?”

“I agreed to your pre-engagement engagement ring, did I not? You’re not losing me that easily, Peter. I’m gonna hold out for the real thing.”

“We’ll go ring shopping as soon as we find a place,” Peter said seriously. “Move in, graduate, all that.”

“You’ve thought this through.”

“A lot,” Peter agreed. “Sometimes it helps to fill the time when I’m swinging around town. I usually am thinking about you, anyway, anytime of day.”

“That’s so crazy,” she said, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Because I’m usually thinking about you, too.”

“Pretty crazy,” he smiled, pulling her into him. With careful hands, he lifted her face towards his, a silent invitation. One she was more than happy to respond to.

Kissing Peter Parker was one of life’s greatest pleasures, she was sure of it. Granted, she had really never kissed anyone else, high school sweethearts and all of that, but she knew it really couldn’t get better than this. The slightly chapped kisses, the way he would lick his lips when they parted, how he would nip at her bottom lip in protest if she thought about stopping the kiss too soon—it was all perfect. Of course, kissing in a slightly shady laundromat was a bit of a turn off.

“Pete,” she said, pulling back.

“Can I not kiss my girlfriend?” He nearly begged, holding her against him a bit tighter.

“I can’t be your girlfriend,” she said seriously. “I mean, not with this flashy new ring and all—seems a bit juvenile with that title, no?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Partners,” she shrugged, feeling him pepper kisses against her cheek, her nose. “It seems more grown up, anyway. Now, when I go into class or work and they comment on my ring I can say, ‘oh, my partner got me that’.”

“Babe, I’m your partner in anything,” he laughed, pressing his forehead against her own. “If you’d like to change our terms of endearment—I’m all aboard.”

“It’d only be for a short while, anyway,” (Y/N) said, smirking against his lips, capturing them in another kiss. “Then I can call you my fiancé…”

“Romantic.”

“Then my husband,” she teased.

“Oh I do like the sound of that,” Peter nodded. “(Y/N) Parker has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“What about Peter (Y/L/N)?” (Y/N) asked, quirking her brow. “You could be progressive.”

“We could hyphenate?”

“Nah,” she shook her head. “Parker is a fine last name. A little basic, but perfectly suitable.”

“We’re kinda basic people, are we not?” Peter chuckled.

“Let me just go and ask your friend Spider-Man that,” she said seriously. “I’m sure he’d disagree?”

“Oh, speaking of!” Peter stepped away from her. “I need to wash… well, y’know—”

“It’s already soaking in the sink back at your place,” she said simply. “Trying to get all the dried blood off of it and all.”

Peter’s eyes nearly melted in affection. “What would I ever do without you?”

She smiled back in kind, a lovesick sort of way. “Not your laundry, that’s for sure. Come on, Parker, we’ve gotta finish this load. Sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go home.”

A rogue ray of sunlight hit her new ring just right, making the band shine brightly against her hand as she continued to throw his dirty clothing into the washing machine. “Yeah, let’s finish this up,” he said softly. “Let’s go home.”

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this is what it feels like

fc: gracie abrams

paring: judebellingham & singer!femreader

summary: a certain footballer and a certain singer who would’ve thought?

author’s note: tbh I was bored not sure if I’ll ever do this again but we’ll see ((:!!

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zablife · 5 months

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Ordinary People

Summary: When you meet a charming soldier in a base hospital during WWI, you become fascinated by him and quickly develop a relationship. You both agree to leave the affair in France, but what happens when fate has other plans?

Author's Note: Written for @runnning-outof-time's 4K celebration and based on a request from @kammsinn. Tysm for the amazing inspo, darl! Lyrics are from the song "Til We Meet Again."

Warnings: hint of smut, angst with a happy ending

1917

You knew it was unethical conduct that could get you fired, but somehow you set all logic aside that final evening you entered the dark-haired soldier’s hospital room. He had invited you back at sunset with a desperate plea. “I’m leaving Boulogne tomorrow, love. Stay the night with me.” His strikingly blue eyes trained on you eagerly awaiting your reply. “Please,” he added quietly, reaching for your hand. His gaze held such hope, you caved to your own desire immediately.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze you agreed in a hushed whisper, “Yes, I’ll come back,” you said as a small smile tugged at your lips. Something about the charm of this handsome, young soldier was enough to make you disregard the risk associated with his request.

Later that evening, with heart hammering in your chest, you slipped into his room. You bit your lip to hide your excitement when you caught sight of him. He was shirtless with a bandage covering a large portion of his left shoulder, propped up in bed reading the book you’d brought him days earlier. “Y/n,” Tommy said, looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and relief. “It’s late, I wasn’t sure you’d visit," he admitted shyly, discarding his book on the bedside table.

“Told you I would,” you reminded him gently. “I had to see my favorite patient,” you teased. He broke into a warm smile, pulling you down onto his bed with his good arm. Caressing his face with your fingertips you added softly, “Did you really think I’d let you go without a proper goodbye?”

His smile faded at the mention of your imminent separation. “I don’t want to talk about that tonight,” he confided, burying his head in the crook of your neck and placing kisses to your throat.

“Then we won’t,” you promised, stroking his hair. “I can think of other things we can do,” you whispered into the shell of his ear.

Tommy didn’t miss the hint of mischief in your voice as you scooted closer to him, running a hand down his toned chest and stomach. Though he wanted you badly, his mind was restless with thoughts of his departure. He looked at you with sadness in his cool blue eyes, a chill washing over him you’d never seen before. Even when he was in pain, the man never showed weakness or cried out. He kept so much inside himself you wondered how he could possibly be human. As you took in the sight of his long, feathery lashes you were even more certain of his otherworldly nature.

His eyes traced the features of your face slowly, drinking in the sight of you as you suggested an activity he hadn’t been expecting. “Dance with me,” you asked breathlessly.

“Wasn’t anticipating that,” he joked with a huff of a laugh. Glancing around the room, he cocked an eyebrow at you as he protested, “There’s no music, love.”

“I don’t care. I want you to hold me in the lamplight,” you confided, as you brushed the hair from his forehead. “Let’s pretend we’re far away from this hospital and this war. We’ll be ordinary people on a date somewhere lovely,” you mused, willing away the growing ache of melancholy within your chest.

Noting the pleading look in your eye, he conceded with a gentle nod of his head, “Alright.”

Extending your hand, you put on your most authoritative voice. “On your feet, soldier,” you commanded playfully. The young man shuffled himself to the side of the bed and you helped him stand, the bullet wounds in his left shoulder and back still not properly healed. You allowed him a moment to find his footing, taking the opportunity to let your hair down from the oppressively tight regulation hairstyle.

Shaking your hair out with a toss of your head, you proclaimed, “That’s better. Now where were we?” you asked with a smile, before lacing your hands around his neck and beginning to hum. Tommy’s hands wandered across your midsection, finally coming to rest at the swell of your hips. He rubbed soothing circles over your uniform as he swayed with you. Closing his eyes, he savored the smell of your shampoo and the softness of your curls against his cheek as you began to sing softly.

Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu,

When the clouds roll by I'll come to you,

Then the skies will seem more blue,

Down in lovers lane my dearie

He hooked a finger under your chin to capture your attention, the remainder of the lyrics dying on your lips as you studied his earnest expression. “Tell me your name,” he begged. You made a rule early on that you wouldn’t exchange names. It was a necessary precaution as you felt yourself falling for him, but realizing the fleeting time between you.

Although you wanted to tell him that first night you sat by his bedside tending a fever, fearful he might die, you never did. You were glad of it when he woke, blinking at you with dazzling sapphire eyes and engaging you in conversation that left you riveted. There was an instant attraction which you teased forth with a nickname in place of his own, hoping that would thwart any foolhardy notions of this lasting beyond the time he was under your care.

“Soldier, you know I can’t do that,” you said, leaning your forehead against his.

“Why not? It’s not against the rules to contact you after I leave,” he persisted.

You inhaled a shaky breath as you thought of an answer he would accept without malice.

“I love you. You can’t deny that you love me too,” he urged, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

You gulped harshly at the sight of emotion from him, unsure how to proceed. Allowing your practicality to win, you hushed him as you denied his request. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you choked out, “Doesn’t matter now that you’re leaving."

“It does to me. I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, setting his jaw sternly.

“You say that now, but when you’re back home, real life will be different. What's between us now will be like a beautiful dream, timeless and unspoiled,” you persuaded. "Don't despair, there will be others,” you said, intending to be hopeful, but falling flat in the delivery.

“Not like you,” he mumbled, a single tear cascading down his freckled cheek.

You wiped it away with your fingertips, soon replacing your hand with your lips to leave a trail of kisses from his cheek to his jawline. Allowing your head to drift lower onto his mouth, you kissed him with fervor. It was an attempt to demonstrate your feelings physically and he reciprocated immediately, tangling a large hand in your hair.

No more words were spoken between you as he pushed you onto his bed and undressed you as he’d wished to do many times before. It was under the light of a pale crescent moon and the soft glow of the oil lamp that he made love to you for the first and last time.

He savored every small sensation as he seated himself inside you, recording each moan and whimper into his brain as you arched off the bed beneath him. It was the most alive he’d been in years, feeling you writhe against him. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have this always. He quickly felt himself unraveling, impending orgasm suddenly crashing over him as he released into you without meaning to.

In the moment of passion, you clung to him, wrapping your legs around his trim waist to pull him impossibly closer. He brought his lips to yours again as you too came undone, swallowing your cries so as not to be discovered by the night nurse on duty.

The last thing he remembered was collapsing beside you and tugging you toward his chest insistently. The drumming of his heartbeat against his ribs eventually subduing and your gentle breathing lulling him into a peaceful slumber. In the morning, he would wake to an empty bed and his few possessions lovingly packed by the door in anticipation of his departure. It was only then that he forced himself to accept the fact that he would never see you again.

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1922

“Why are we here, Tom?” Arthur grumbled as he downed another drink.

“There are influential families at this party who can help us,” Tommy grimaced as he downed his whisky in one gulp.

Arthur nudged him as he noticed a woman staring from across the room. “Would she belong to one of those families?” he asked, wondering if his brother had ulterior motives.

Tommy’s eyes scanned the room until he found the lady Arthur had pointed out. The hair was different, but your smile remained the same after all these years. He would have felt the warmth of it from hundreds of miles away.

“You alright, brother?” Arthur asked.

“M fine,” Tommy mumbled, crossing the room to the woman he’d dreamt about since he left France.

As he approached the small group where you stood, his palms began to sweat. He wasn’t sure what he might say after all this time, but soon found his mouth opening in a formal greeting nonetheless.

You instantly beamed back at the sight of a familiar face. “Hello, soldier,” you greeted him congenially.

Tommy was taken aback at the familiar salutation you’d given him each morning back in France. Time stood still as he reached for your hand and kissed it gently. “You remembered,” he mumbled.

“I could never forget you,” you replied. It was true that you hadn’t gone a day without thinking of him in the five years since you left his bed that misty November morning. In a hushed voice you added, "There have been many times I wished to talk to you and discuss the events of the day as we used to. It was comforting to me."

Tommy looked away as he felt himself overcome with emotion, remembering how you insisted on remaining a stranger to him. “What are you playing at?” he asked, venom seeping into his voice at the thought of looking weak once more, the way he had revealed himself that last night when he begged to know your name.

You furrowed your brow in confusion at his sudden anger, stuttering in return “N-nothing. I only wanted you to know—“

But he cut you off before you could finish. “To know that I was a fool? I was to think you ever cared for me,” he asserted.

“That’s not true,” you said shaking your head fiercely and feeling your large diamond earrings collide with your neck.

Tommy’s patience was wearing thin now and he contemplated excusing himself from the party altogether until you reached for his arm. Clutching at the expensive material of his tuxedo with your fingertips, you looked into his eyes, your own brimming with tears as you confessed, “I loved you too. I’m sorry I couldn't bring myself to say it then." You shifted your weight uncomfortably as you asked, "Can we start anew?”

He softened at your touch and your admission, a feeling of vindication rushing through his blood. Placing a hand over yours he answered without thinking of his pride, “Yes, I’d like nothing more. Shall we begin with an introduction?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded as you offered the thing he'd wanted most. "Y/n Y/l/n," you replied, holding his gaze. "And you are?"

"Thomas Shelby," he said, standing a bit straighter as he introduced himself. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let me take you somewhere tonight. We'll start over, as you said," he eagerly began.

“It’s not that easy,” you interjected, biting your lip in concern. “I have a new life now that I can't leave at a moment's notice,” you warned him.

He dropped his hand from you instantly, head turning to look around the room as he asked, “You have someone?”

“Yes,” you hesitantly admitted, watching his jaw clench in frustration.

Placing your hand to his cheek you calmed him with a soothing tone you’d used with wounded men in France. “It’s not like that….not what you’re thinking.”

Tommy jerked away suddenly, biting down hard on his lower lip. “Who is he?” his low voice rumbled with a hint of agression.

You sighed, knowing you had to admit it now before you lost your courage. “His name is William,” you rushed out in a single breath.

“I don’t understand why you’re telling me this,” Tommy admitted.

“It’s time you knew,” you said with a gentle nod.

“Knew what?” he pressed, looking at you with a mix of confusion and concern.

“That you have a son,” you whispered, looking at him with tears spilling past your lashes. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t even know your name.” You hid your face in your hand, overcome with the unburdening of your soul. You’d cried yourself to sleep so many nights wishing you hadn't foolishly insisted on keeping your identities concealed. It had been a harsh few years, relying solely on the generosity of your wealthy parents, but suffering their hurtful opinions on the matter.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Tommy consoled you, cradling you into his strong arms and allowing you to cry into his lapels.

“You don’t hate me?” you sniffed, looking up at him.

“Never…I only hated being apart from you,” he confessed. “Now that I’ve found you, I’ll never let you go,” he swore, raising your chin toward him for a slow, sensual kiss that made your knees buckle.

“You mean that?” you asked with a shuddering breath.

“Of course I do. I only ask one favor first,” he said as he caressed the top of your head lightly.

“What’s that?” you asked with furrowed brow.

“Dance with me,” he said with a wide smile. “Like we did all those years ago.”

“Like ordinary people,” you added, remembering your last night swaying beneath the window of his hospital room.

“Just two ordinary people who found each other again under extraordinary circumstances,” he said, leading you onto the dance floor.

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bullet-prooflove · 5 months

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Heyy could u pls do 13) “I need your loving every night” for Tim Bradford. Thank x

Part One: Monster

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW)

Tim can’t stay away, and neither can you. That’s the problem when you find the person you’re supposed to be with for the rest of your life. You don’t want to be apart from them.

It’s the third night in a row he’s spent at your new apartment, and Tim knows that’s dangerous. He’s cautious when he comes out to meet you. He checks his car for any GPS devices, leaves his phone at home. He takes long circuitous routes ensuring that he hasn’t picked up a tail somewhere along the way.

Tonight, he meets you on the doorstep, you’re carrying a bag of groceries under your arm, which he takes from you before he steals a kiss. It’s teasing and soft, full of promises and hope, hope that you can do this for real one day out in the open.

He makes love to you that night, the light from the streetlamp outside illuminating your skin as his hands thread through your hair. You’re beautiful but Tim has always thought that, it’s in these moments he sees that fierce, wonderful girl he fell in love with.

It’s three in the morning when Tim slips out of your bed. He doesn’t want to leave, he wants to spend the night wrapped up in your sheets, your body tucked against his as you sleep peacefully in his arms. Instead, he disappears like a thief in the night.

When he’s called into Ashworth’s office the next day, there’s a tension in the room. It sets Tim’s nerves on edge because it reminds him of the nights his dad used to come home from the bar. The apprehension. The unpredictability. The propensity for violence.

When he stands before his Captain, he remains impassive. It’s the same thing he used to do when his father was spoiling for a fight. It’s meant to de-escalate but this is a new playing field for Tim, a different dynamic than the one he’s used to.

He doesn’t flinch when Ashworth sets the tablet down in front of him, his gaze lowers to the image and his jaw tenses. It’s from that first night at The Gaslite, the two of you are standing outside, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek before kisses you for what he had thought was the last time.

“You’re fucking her.” Ashworth says, his voice tight.

Tim doesn’t answer, he merely tilts his head up, his gaze focused on the American flag, pinned to the wall beyond Ashworth.

“Do you know where she is?” His Captain asks as he studies Tim.

Again, Tim says nothing and Ashworth sighs as he leans forward to retrieve the tablet.

“Is she really worth your career Bradford?” He asks him almost conversationally and Tim allows himself to meet the other man’s eyes.

He sees the look of triumph on Ashworth’s features. He thinks he’s won, that Tim will fold underneath the threat. It shows how much value the other man puts upon you; how much he underestimates what the two of you have.

“I guess we’ll find out.” Ashworth says, his eyes boring into Tim’s. “Won’t we?”

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Recovery - Chapter 24

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em and Reader have an argument at the studio. Later, she receives a bouquet of flowers that brings back painful memories.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Marshall leaving hickies all over your neck was, indeed, an efficient way to get people at the studio off your back on the topic of your dating life. Now, they had found another past-time : grilling you with questions about the mysterious person you were seeing.

You still don’t want to tell us who the mysterious man is ? Porter asked with a grin.

Nope. I’m keeping to myself on this one, you chuckled.

Come on, Royce chuckled. Is he nice ? How long have you guys been dating ?

He is, you giggled. We’ve been dating for a few weeks.

Do you like him ? Porter asked.

I do. I like him a lot.

Is he hot ? Marshall chimed in with a smirk.

You have no idea, you said teasingly. Hottest man I have ever dated. Hands down.

Good in bed ? Royce asked with a grin.

Meh, you said playfully. I think he’s got a lot to learn but he’s alright.

They all chuckled, except for Marshall who shot you a faux death glare. The look he gave you was full of promises. Obviously, you would have been stupid to miss an opportunity to tease him. Besides, you had already told him countless times that he was your best, so you didn’t worry about him being sensitive on the subject. You felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

From M : No sex for you tonight.

To M : We’ll see ;-)

From M : I can keep it in my pants. Unlike you.

To M : You’re underestimating me, baby. I’m too irresistible.

You saw him chuckle and shake his head as he stared at the text he just received from you. He obviously didn’t believe you. You were in a good mood and definitely wanting to show him what you were capable of. As the guys kept on working, you devised a plan so that you could prove your point. Thankfully, you were wearing just the right outfit : a white, flowy dress with tan boots and a cardigan. The weather was good enough so that you didn’t have to wear tights. The dress itself was pretty light, and showed a bit of cleavage, hence the cardigan that made the outfit more modest. You got up and went to the bathroom where you removed your panties and your cardigan. When you got back, you saw Marshall alone in the kitchen, grabbing a can of Redbull. You went to him and smiled.

Are you alright ? He asked.

Are you ? You replied with a grin.

Yeah, fine, what are you-? He began asking as you put a hand in the pocket of his jacket and put your panties there.

You giggled and got back to the couch where you played with your phone for the rest of the recording session. When Marshall came back, he looked a bit flustered. However, their work session kept going. Whenever he looked at you, you bended on purpose, pretending to grab something in your bag so that he could have a great view of your breasts. It was his right not to want to put out, but you also had the right to tease. You could see him staring, having more and more trouble focusing, which was unusual.

Bro, are you alright ? Porter asked.

Yeah, yeah, he hummed.

At some point, you got the bright idea to stretch your arms, causing the dress to ride up. You didn’t flash anyone and it was not bothersome. At least, not to people you ignored that you were bare underneath. Marshall almost spilled his mouthful of Redbull.

Alright, we’re done, he said calmly. Time to go home.

Are you sure ? Royce asked with his brows furrowed.

Yeah, he replied. I have a headache. You guys go home, enjoy the weekend, alright ?

Still on for the Lions game on Sunday ? Porter asked.

Of course.

Porter and Royce left, while Jamal stayed with you and Marshall.

Are you guys still coming for dinner tonight ? Jamal asked. Talia’s preparing her Masala Chicken.

Sure, Marshall said. Go ahead, we’ll join you there. I just have to go to the office and sign some papers for Paul.

Ok, Jamal said. See you at dinner, lovebirds.

Once he was gone, Marshall got up and faced you with a stern look.

I’m at work, Y/N, he groaned.

It’s true, you said innocently. And I think you did a good job today.

I would have done a better job if I had been able to finish the beat I was working on, he pointed out.

Finish it, then, you said as you got up.

Later, he groaned.

He grabbed your arm and took you to his office, where he slammed the door shut. You weren’t too sure if he was furious or not. His eyes were dark and he didn’t seem in too good a mood. Maybe your fun plan was starting to backfire. He made you sit on the sofa.

You think it’s funny ? He asked.

I was merely proving a point, here, you shrugged with a smile, trying to defuse the situation.

How ? By interrupting my work and acting like a slut ? He asked coldly.

Don’t say that, you said defensively.

Then cover your tits and try not to flash our friends, he said as he threw your panties at you.

You thought he was being unfair. It’s not as if you had been walking around the place naked. You were simply teasing him and no one had even caught anything. You understood that he was serious about his work, but you had meant to harm and, anyway, that didn’t justify the name-calling. You got up, faced him and silently left the room to get your stuff. You were putting your cardigan back and were about to leave when he came to you.

See you, you said coldly.

Are you leaving ? He asked.

Are you apologizing?

He stared at you and crossed his arms.

Are you ? He asked back.

You’ve got to be kidding me, you scoffed. You insulted me and I should be the one apologizing ?

You started it, he said coldly. I was out of line but…

But nothing, you cut him. You know I meant no harm.

And you know how I am when it comes to work, he said sternly.

Still, I’m not having anyone, especially not my boyfriend, calling me a slut, you said.

Fine, he said.

You looked at him and waited for the apology but he kept on staring at you.

What ? He asked. I just said I was out of line.

You really suck at apologies, Marshall, you scoffed before leaving the studio.

As you left the building, he followed you in the street.

Fine. I’m sorry, he sighed as you kept on walking.

Good evening, Marshall, you said.

Come on, we have to go to dinner, he said.

Fine, you sighed.

Now, the both of you were clearly in a bad mood, but you got back in the building and waited for him to grab his things. Then, the two of you went to the car. It was a silent ride home. Before you got out of the car, he gently grabbed your hand.

I’m sorry, honey, he said softly.

I’m sorry too, you shrugged.

How about we go back to my place after dinner ? He offered. I’ll draw you a bath, give you a massage… Let me make it up to you, ok ?

Sure, you said with a smile.

He kissed you softly and you got in. The smell of spices had taken over the house and you were ready to enjoy your favorite dish. As soon as you stepped in, Talia handed you a big bouquet of flowers.

These came for you earlier, she said with a smile. Good choice on the peonies, Em.

You shouldn’t have, Marshall, you squealed. They’re beautiful though. Did you know they’re my favorite ?

I didn’t send flowers, he said.

Oh.

You wondered who could be the one sending you the flowers. You checked the card. It was from Simon. It read : “It has been one year already. I am sorry I didn’t handle the situation better. I hope you are doing well. I would love to talk. Love, Simon”. That’s when it hit you : today was the “anniversary” of your miscarriage. The one event that had led to your drug use, your overdose and the downfall of your relationship. Your heart dropped immediately.

Baby, who sent these ? Talia asked.

You gave her the card and you could tell she understood as she read it. “Oh”, she simply said as she rubbed your shoulder.

What’s with those faces ? Marshall asked. Who died ?

You couldn’t help but shoot him a death glare. It was probably a poor choice of word, but having him say that as you were reminded of the date you had learned that your baby’s heart had stopped beating was painful. You said nothing and took the bouquet to your bedroom. You sat on the bed as tears started to flow. In truth, you hadn’t thought of that at all, because you were too busy focusing on your relationship with Marshall. But now that you were reminded, it was like being hit in the face. You had done a lot of progress in a year, but you had spent so much time focusing on your sobriety that you hadn’t done nearly enough work on your grief. A few minutes later, Marshall knocked on the door.

Baby ? He asked. Are you alright ?

Yeah… I’ll come down in a minute, you said in a broken voice.

You reached under your bed and found the box you had put together after the miscarriage, that you had not opened since you moved in with Talia and Jamal. You were thirteen weeks pregnant when you lost your baby and you’d had time to buy some stuff for him/her : a tiny pajama, socks, a little plush toy… The box also contained the few pictures that were taken during the sonograms as well as the pregnancy test you had taken on a gloomy Sunday morning after noticing that your period was late. It definitely wasn’t planned, but you had been ecstatic to learn that you were pregnant. So was Simon. The two of you thought it was meant to be and you were overjoyed to start a family together. You held the pajamas in your hand, taking in how tiny they were, how tiny your baby would have been. You sighed and put the box on the bed before going downstairs. By their faces, you gathered that they had talked and that both Jamal and Marshall were up to date on the situation.

Sorry, you told your friends. I needed a minute.

Of course, sis, Jamal said.

Are you alright ? Marshall asked as he took your hand in his.

Y-yeah, you lied. I’m fine.

Talia gave you a hug and you sat at the table. The three of them tried to get your mind off things and talk about joyful stuff, but it was to no avail. You were feeling sad and guilty for even forgetting about this day. Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t change anything, but you felt selfish. After dinner, you went back to your room, with Marshall. As soon as the door was closed, he took you in his arms for a long hug.

I’m so sorry, my love, he whispered. I had no idea.

It’s fine, you said in a whisper. It’s just… Hitting me like a ton of bricks right now.

Of course, he said as he stroked your hair.

You sat on the bed and you began to put away the baby stuff that was laying on it. You had the plush toy in one hand, the pajamas in the other and you couldn’t help but burst into tears. Your boyfriend lovingly put an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You were literally crying on his shoulder.

I’m sorry, you sobbed.

Don’t apologize, Y/N. Let it out, he said softly.

It’s just… It’s been a year already, but also, it’s only been a year, you said. So much has happened since then.

It’s true, he said. You’re in a really different place.

Nothing’s the same. It seems so far away. Sometimes, I think it’s all been a dream, you know ? But then, I remember that it actually happened. That I was pregnant and that I actually lost that baby.

He hummed and let you talk as he stroked your hair.

The worst thing is that I can’t talk about it a lot, you know ? Because very few people knew. We were getting ready to tell everyone when… well…, you said with tears in your eyes.

You can talk to me, if you want, he said softly.

You probably don’t want to hear your girlfriend talk about having a baby with another man, you sighed.

I’m not your boyfriend, right now, he explained. I mean, I am, but I’m your friend too. First and foremost. That’s what makes our relationship so great, you know ? Plus, everyone has a past.

Thank you, you said softly.

You don’t have to thank me, he said as he kissed the top of your head. I will always be here for you.

I just… I never really had a family, and I was so excited to start one of my own, you know ? You explained. It wasn’t planned or anything, but it felt meant to be. As if I finally got my happy ending, the wedding, the little family… And now it’s… Gone.

You can still be happy, he said as he stroked your cheek.

I know, you said. I am happy. But thinking about how different my life is now, it’s a little weird. Now, I’m happy in a different way. But I guess I still haven’t fully processed the whole thing, you know ?

Grief takes some time, he said. But you’ll get there. You’re so strong and you’re doing so good.

You nodded and he kissed you tenderly. You put the baby things in the box and put it away, not without sadness.

Sorry, you said. You probably think it’s creepy that I have this box.

I get it, he said. You do what you need to do. I have a box of my own, you know ?

You do ?

Yeah. It’s a recovery box. Inside I have my hospital bracelet from the day I OD’d, a few things I have written when I was in rehab, drawings the girls made for me when I got home, a letter from my sponsor, my sobriety chips… I understand the need to hold on to these things, he explained. I don’t look at it too often. But I have it.

I’m so sorry, you said sheepishly. I’m so selfish. Sometimes, I forget you’re recovering too.

It’s alright, he said.

I feel like a mess, compared to you, you added. I mean, you have your life together, you’re level-headed, you’re so strong…

It’s apples and oranges, baby, he said with a smile. I’ve been sober for more than fifteen years. A lot of stuff comes with time. You’re just getting started on your journey. But you do have your life together. And you are doing good. But I’m still struggling, you know ?

You are ?

Yeah. I guess it’s always a work in progress, he shrugged. I always thought it would be over once I’ve been sober for a long time and I’m not tempted to use or drink. But there’s always something to work on. Like my emotions, my anger…

I think you’re doing a good job, you said softly.

Thank you my love, he said with a smile. But still, I shouldn’t snap as easily as I do, sometimes. I’m still sorry about the way I talked to you at the studio, you know ?

I forgive you, you said as you nuzzled his neck.

Do you still want to go to my place so that I can make it up to you ? He asked. Let me take care of you, honey.

You don’t have to, you said.

But I want to.

You ended up agreeing and going to his place. He kept true to his word and took care of you, even more than he usually did. You were still sad, of course, but you knew you weren’t alone. He encouraged you to talk about your feelings and made sure you felt warm, safe and cozy. In moments like these, he felt like your safe space. You loved that you could talk to him about anything. Most people in your life usually danced uncomfortably around the subject of your miscarriage. Even Talia and Jamal. But Marshall, on the contrary, encouraged you to talk and even asked questions. It felt good and it felt like you were being even more intimate with him, giving him access to a part of your soul. Eventually, you switched to other subjects and he opened up to you about his grief about his uncles and best friends, as well as his mental health. Most of the time, the age difference didn’t cross your mind. But for once, it did and you were grateful for it, because you benefited from his maturity and experience. Serious topics aside, you spent the rest of the evening and the next day lounging, watching movies in his movie theater that had been turned into a blanket fort after you told him you had never built one in your life. You were cuddling under a soft blanket, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

Do you still want to come tomorrow ? He asked.

For the game ? Yeah sure, you said. Unless you don’t want me there.

No, I’m trying to make sure you’re coming, he chuckled. But if you feel like avoiding the crowd, I understand. And if you need, I can even cancel the whole thing and stay with you.

You’d cancel football for me ? You asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing how important it was to him - he had even canceled recording sessions in order to be able to watch some games !

For you, yes, he said with a smile. Special occasions only, of course.

It’s not a special occasion, you shrugged.

I just want to make sure my girl is feeling good, he said as he kissed your temple.

I’m feeling much better now, you said softly. Thank you again.

You’re very welcome, he said. I love you so much.

I love you too, you cooed. No need to cancel.

Your first meeting with my family, he mused.

It’s just going to be your daughters, right ?

Not really, he said. The girls will be there, along with their boyfriends. There will also be my brother, his wife, their kids, guys from the studio, guys from D12…

You opened wide eyes. You’d watched games at his place before, but there had never been so many people around. You knew it wasn’t an official meeting with his family, but seeing as you weren’t the sociable type, it was enough to scare you.

You’ll be fine, babe, he chuckled as he saw your face decompose. You know a few people already.

What if your family doesn’t like me ? You asked.

I told you, I’m sure they will love you, he said with a smile. They’re really chill and they know I’m “friends” with you so they already have a good opinion. They know how picky I am when it comes to people I hang out with. Believe me, I’m the most judgy person in the family. Just be your cute amazing self and everything will be fine.

Easy for you to say, you scoffed. If the situation was reversed, you wouldn’t feel too confident.

True, he chuckled. We’ll get there someday, though, I guess.

I don’t think so, you shrugged.

Why is that ? He asked.

I just… Don’t have a lot of people in my life, you know ? You said sheepishly. Especially after this past year. I don’t really have family either. It’s just me, my father and his wife. You already know the people who matter : Talia and Jamal.

I see, he said

Sorry, that’s a little lame, you admitted.

No, I get it, he said softly. But if you don’t feel like meeting all these people tomorrow, you don’t have to, baby. I’m just thinking it might be a good, chill opportunity. Take the band-aid off, you know ?

Right, you said.

Plus, the girls asked me if you’d be there.

They did ? You asked confused.

Yeah. Hailie told me she misses you and Alaina and Stevie are extremely curious, he explained.

They know about me ?

Of course, they know about you, he chuckled. They might not know you’re my girl yet, but your name has still been in quite a few conversations, you know ?

Has it ? You asked, still surprised.

Well yeah, he said. I mean, obviously, when they saw the pictures of us holding hands after that party, they asked questions, especially since they had never heard about you before. So I had to clear the air. They also know that you know Hailie and they figured that I care a lot about you, after that whole hospital incident. And I might have said that you’re a feminist, so they’re particularly excited. Especially Stevie.

You nodded nervously and he kissed you, reassuring you once again. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but think it was kind of a big deal. After all, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Maybe you should take me home ? You suggested. So that I can have my beauty sleep and be pretty for them.

Don’t you want to stay here ? He asked.

It’s Saturday, you pointed out.

Yes, but the kids are not coming for brunch. Plus, you’re going to be here anyway, so you might as well sleep with me tonight, he said with a wink.

And you’re ok with sleeping with me seven nights in a row ? You asked playfully. You won’t be bored ?

I could sleep with you a thousand nights in a row and still not get enough, he said softly, making your heart melt.

THE NEXT DAY - MARSHALL’S POV

As he expected it, Y/N’s first meeting with his family went great. She seemed about to freak out at first, but she quickly relaxed. As soon as Hailie arrived, she gave her a big hug and told her how sorry she was that it didn’t work out with Josh. If only she knew… His girlfriend also seemed to get along with his brother and his wife, but especially with Alaina and Stevie. They laughed together and she truly seemed to enjoy herself. He sat next to her on the couch and, even though he was usually extra focused when it came to football games, he couldn’t help but glance at her. Everyone was focused on the game so he gently stroked her hand with his fingers for a brief second, making sure no one could see. He wasn’t really into PDA, but given the hard time she’d had in the past two days, he wanted to make sure she was alright. The contact seemed to make her smile, though she kept on staring at the screen. He was so in love with that smile he couldn’t help but smile himself. At some point, she seemed a bit lost when it came to the rules so he took the opportunity to get even closer and whisper in her ears. It reminded him of the very beginning of their friendship, when he took every single opportunity to talk to her, whether it was to explain something about hip-hop or make a silly joke. Looking back, he may have had a crush from the very beginning…

After the game, which the Lions thankfully won, people stayed to have some pizza. Being busy talking to some D12 friends, he lost her for a moment. He found her in the garden with his daughters, playing with Nate’s kids. She was a natural with children and his nephews seemed to like her a lot. As soon as he spotted him, the youngest, who was about five, ran to him and jumped in his arms as he always did.

Uncle Marsh ! I like your girlfriend ! He said.

My girlfriend, huh ? He chuckled.

We tried to tell him that Y/N is not your girlfriend, Alaina giggled, but he wouldn't hear it.

What makes you think she’s my girlfriend ? He asked, curious.

You talked to her during the game, the boy said. You never talk to anyone during the game.

That’s because your uncle took pity on me and had to explain the rules, Y/N said with a smile.

Exactly. Come on, bud, you really think I could get a girl as pretty as her ? He asked playfully.

Yeah… Probably not, his nephew shrugged after a second of thought.

There you go, Stevie giggled.

That was… humbling to say the least. The girls burst out laughing and Y/N flashed a smile at him that warmed his heart. It took everything he had in him not to hug and kiss her. She was making him too soft for his own good, and he surprised himself thinking that he could not wait to be out with her as a couple. His brain was telling him to keep it reasonable, but the rest of him would simply not listen.

Can we play video games in the movie room ? His older nephew asked.

Sure, he said. I’ll help you set up in a second.

Y/N, will you play with me ? The youngest asked.

Of course, she answered. What are we playing ?

We should do a Mario Kart tournament, Stevie suggested.

Oh, I love that, Alaina said. We should do teams.

Boys against girls ? Hailie chimed in.

There’s only three boys and there are four girls, his nephew said. Uncle Marsh, can you play with us ?

I don’t know, he shrugged. I have guests.

Please ? His nephew asked with big pleading eyes.

Yeah, Dad, people don’t need you to eat pizza, Stevie said.

He’s probably just afraid to be humiliated, Y/N said teasingly.

Oooooh, his three daughters said in unison.

I like you, Y/N, Stevie said.

I told you she was great, Hailie giggled.

It’s on, he said. Boys, we’re destroying them, alright ?

The eight of them went to the movie room and started their tournament. Obviously, he was teaming up with children so it wasn’t a piece of cake. His oldest nephew was pretty good, but the two younger ones were… trying hard. He knew that it was what mattered, but he was still very much a sore loser. During one of the rounds, he played against Y/N.

Destroy him !!! Stevie encouraged her.

I’m your Dad, Marshall groaned. You should be rooting for me.

Go Y/N !!! Alaina yelled.

She ended up beating him, leading him to groan. His nephews were looking at him with an attitude.

You lost to a girl, the youngest said.

He lost to a legend, Y/N said with a grin.

Quit the attitude, he scolded her playfully.

As the others were playing, he whispered in her ear “You’re staying the night and I’m getting revenge”, leading her to blush.

A few hours later, everyone had left. Hailie had offered to give Y/N a ride home but he told her he would do it. He was intent on having his girl spend the night in his arms.

See ? He asked as they were eating some pizza leftovers. You survived.

It was great, she admitted. I had a good time.

Even if you ended up babysitting Nate’s kids ? He chuckled.

They’re so cute !!! She said.

You’re good with them, he said.

I can’t wait to have kids of my own, she said dreamily.

These words cause him to freeze. He knew she didn’t mean she wanted kids with him, nor that she wanted them now, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit panicky. Because, even if their relationship was new, he was intent on being with her. She was amazing and he would gladly spend the rest of his days with her. That’s how in love he was. However, he had sworn a long time ago that he would never remarry and that kids were out of the question. He was done with all of it. Something in his gut told him that he would have to have this conversation with her at some point. And judging how touchy the topic of kids and pregnancy seemed to be for her, he knew it would be a tough conversation to have.

THREE WEEKS LATER

He was spending the week-end with his girl, as usual. The plan was to spend a lot of time in bed, with as little clothes as possible. That is what she had suggested and he was happy to oblige. The only time they left the bedroom was to cook. They were in the kitchen, making pancakes. He was just wearing sweatpants and Y/N was in one of his tee-shirts, sitting on the marble counter, kissing him lazily when the doorbell rang. Being lazy, they had ordered some more food for their brunch. He grabbed a hoodie and put it on to go and get open the door to the delivery. Except it wasn’t a delivery guy. It was Hailie.

Hey Dad, she said happily.

Hay, he said in a surprised tone. What are you doing here ?

Have you seen my headphones ? She asked as she walked in. I’m recording a podcast episode tomorrow and I think I forgot them here.

Uh, maybe, he said. Look, right now isn’t a good time, I…

Babe ? He heard Y/N calling from the kitchen. Is the whipped cream finally here ? I can’t wait to have you-

HAILIE’S HERE, he yelled before his girlfriend said something absolutely inappropriate.

His daughter looked at him in a state of shock and walked to the kitchen before he could stop her. There, she found Y/N half naked.

Oh my God, Hailie said. Please tell me it’s a prank.

They all stared at each other in shock. It was definitely awkward, not to mention it was not how he wanted his daughter to find out about him dating Y/N.

I should go, his girlfriend said in a small voice.

Don’t you dare move, Hailie darted with anger in her voice and her eyes.

Look, Hay, Marshall began. Y/N and I…

I don’t need you to explain it to me, Dad. I think it’s pretty obvious. She has some explaining to do, though, she said as she motioned to his girlfriend. Is this why you broke up with Josh ?! To screw my FATHER ?!

Y/N looked like a deer in headlights. He wanted nothing but to appease the situation, although he had no clue how to do it.

Did you cheat on Josh ?! His daughter asked.

His girl didn’t say anything. Not that she had to. She was a terrible liar and the look on her face was giving her away.

Oh my God, Hailie said. I can’t believe I even felt sorry for you !!! I thought we could be friends but you’re just like anyone else… You see fame, money and you can’t jump on it fast enough, can you ?!

Hailie, that’s enough, he said.

No, it’s not, his daughter said as she looked back at him. Is this why you broke up with Nicole ?!

He sighed and pinched the area between his eyes. He knew it was going to be a tough conversation.

Ok, let’s talk about this in the living room, he said.

Please get her to put clothes on, Hailie said as she rolled her eyes.

Yeah, I’ll… Whatever, Y/N mumbled before hurrying out of the room.

Minutes later, he was sitting on the couch across from Hailie who looked at him. She was clearly mad.

So… Your headphones are here, he said tentatively. You could have texted, you know ? I would have brought them to you.

When I moved out, you said this would always be my home and that I didn’t need to ask before coming over, she pointed out.

I did say that, he recalled sheepishly.

They stared at each other some more. The anger in his daughter’s eyes was breaking his heart. He could not stand to have his kids mad at him.

So… Are you mad at me for breaking up with Nicole ? He asked.

You said you liked her, Dad.

Yeah, she’s great. But I’m not in love with her. I’m in love with Y/N, he said calmly as he hoped she would understand that this was a serious relationship.

You told me she was your friend, when I confronted you about the pictures, Dad !!! You lied to me. You never do that.

I didn’t lie back then, he corrected. We started out as friends and it became… more. I was going to tell you girls eventually but it’s only been a few months and we wanted to take things slow.

Months ?! She asked in disbelief. So it’s serious ? She’s your… girlfriend ?

She is, he said. And she makes me really happy.

I’m going to puke, she warned.

What ?

He thought that clearing the air would make things better but, by the looks of it, he was wrong.

You can’t tell how wrong it is ?! She asked, almost screaming. My FATHER is dating someone MY AGE.

Look, I know it’s a little bit weird, but…

No “but”, Dad. It’s disgusting ! She said.

I know it’s a shock, Marshall said, and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but I want you to know that it’s serious. I’m in love with her. She makes me really happy.

So what ?! She scoffed. You’re going to marry her and we’re going to have to call her “Mom” ?! Are you planning on having kids too ? Because that wouldn’t be weird and twisted at all, right ?!

Calm down, please, he pleaded. Is that what it’s about ? You’re scared that I’m going to start a new family and replace you guys ? It ain’t happening, Hay.

I’m not five, she said as she rolled her eyes. I always rooted for you to find someone and be happy after Mom. Not someone creepy, though.

You told me you liked her, he said.

WHEN YOU SAID SHE WAS YOUR FRIEND. Not when she turned out to be a bitch who cheated on my best friend with my Dad ! You know she’s only interested in your money, right ?!

I know you’re angry, but the name-calling is out of line, Hailie, he said as he slightly raised his voice. And I understand the concern, but I can tell people’s intentions.

Whatever, Dad, she groaned. Are you paying for her stuff ? Are you her sugar daddy ? What’s her thing ? Handbags ? Shoes ?

They heard Y/N come into the room, a look of hurt on her face.

I never took a dime from him, Y/N said coldly.

Hailie and Y/N were staring at each other. His daughter was mad and his girlfriend was clearly insulted by the implication that she might be a gold-digger. His daughter had always been protective of him and he understood that. But he wished she could see and understand that their relationship was genuine and how happy Y/N made him.

If you have questions, I will answer them truthfully, Y/N said, but don’t you dare imply that I’m with him because of his money or status. It’s just not true.

Like I can trust you, Hailie shot back.

I would never wrong him, his girlfriend said.

You being with him is wrong enough, Hailie scoffed.

Why ? He asked.

Let me think, his daughter said sarcastically. First of all, there’s the age thing. Obviously creepy. You’re old enough to be her dad. She should go to a therapist instead of dating. Then, there’s the fact that she made you break up with someone who was good for you. But let’s face the worst of it : she’s an addict.

She turned to Y/N.

Yeah, Josh told me about that, she continued. And if you think I’m going to condone a relationship that will put my Dad’s sobriety in jeopardy, you are sorely mistaken. I have been in the pits with him and I will not have you ruin him.

I’ve been sober for months, Y/N replied in her own defense.

And you expect me to clap for that ?! You’re still an addict. My father shouldn’t have to put up with your recovery and your mistakes. He has been through enough shit as it is.

Hailie, Marshall warned.

If you loved him, you would realize that you’re stalling him. And that it’s wrong. And I was here when you and Josh talked about kids and marriage. How you dream about having kids and being a wife. You know it’s not happening with Dad. I know it. He knows it, she continued.

Hailie, Marshall raised his voice again.

Dad, I love you, but I refuse to see you get used, or hurt, or both, she said as she looked him in the eyes.

Y/N, can you leave the room for a minute ? He asked gently. I need to talk to Hailie alone.

His girlfriend nodded and left the room. He looked at his daughter whose eyes were welling up with tears.

What was that ? He asked, confused as to what tone he should be using.

Dad, the idea of you relapsing is making me sick. Like, actually sick. I still have nightmares of the night I found you when I was 11, you know ? You’re my Dad. I can’t lose you.

You’re not losing me, baby, he said softly as he took her in his arms. I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve been a lousy Dad, at times, and I put you kids and Mom through some tough shit, but it’s been fifteen years. I’m handling myself. I’m not relapsing.

What if she relapses ? You’re going to be the one handling that.

I know it’s scary, he said. I was worried about that too, at first. But she is strong and she is handling things very well. Much better than I did when I got sober.

You don’t need to plead her case, she said in an annoyed tone.

He sighed loudly. He hated the situation and the way he was handling it.

I’m sorry, he said. You shouldn’t be worried about your 51 year-old dad.

I forgave you a long time ago, she said. And I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy and healthy for as long as possible.

I know you probably don’t want to hear that right now, but my relationship makes me happy. And it’s healthy too. I am happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Dad…

I know you’re going to need time, he continued. And you’re mad. I get it. But someday, I’d like to introduce Y/N to you guys as my girlfriend. Do you think you could be civil and give her a chance ?

Hailie grimaced and rolled her eyes.

I guess, she sighed. But just know that I will never forgive her for what she did to Josh. And if I’m civil doesn’t mean that I condone whatever is happening.

Ok, he sighed. That’s better than nothing, I guess. Can you please not talk about this to your sisters, please ?

Why ?

Because I think I should try and handle the situation a bit better than this conversation, he said. Let me be the dad, ok ?

If they ask, I’m not lying, she said.

Fine.

They both nodded in agreement.

And I think you owe Y/N an apology, he added.

Not doing that, she quickly replied.

You called her a bitch and a gold-digger. And we both know your Mim and I raised you better than that, he said sternly.

She groaned and she tried really hard not to chuckle. As unhappy as he was with his daughter’s behavior, he couldn't help but pick up on the resemblance with his own personality. He didn’t need a DNA test to know she was his. She was just as stubborn.

I should go, she said.

Don’t forget your headphones, he said with a slight smile. See you tomorrow ?

Only if she’s not there.

She won’t be, he assured her. Just us.

See you tomorrow, then, she said as she walked towards the door.

He walked her out and gave her a hug.

I love you, Hay.

I love you too, Dad.

She left and he closed the door as she got in her car. He went to the kitchen where he found Y/N eating pancakes.

Sorry I didn’t wait for you, she said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he said as he sat beside her.

She didn’t say a word and stared at her plate.

We should probably talk about all of this, he sighed.

Do we though ? She asked. I think it’s pretty clear : Hailie hates me, she thinks I’m an awful person and she made some pretty valid points.

What do you mean ? He asked.

She’s right, Marshall. On the fact that I might stall you and cause you to relapse. That I’m not age-appropriate for you. And… On the fact that you don’t want to marry or have kids ?

She said the last sentence with so much sadness in her eyes that it broke his heart. He did not want to have this conversation, but somehow, he had to. That was probably the worst Saturday he’d had in a while.

Don’t you think it’s a bit early to talk about babies and marriage ? He said awkwardly.

Let’s be real though : it’s not something you want, is it ?

It’s not, he confirmed. I’ve done the marriage thing, I’ve had my kids… I’m done with that.

But I do want these things, she said. And I’m not saying I want them right now. But I guess that raises the point of where our relationship is going… Because I love you, and if we keep this going… I’m going to want them with you.

Right, he said as a lump formed in his throat.

I love you, Marshall, she said.

I love you too, baby, he replied. I love you so much.

She stared at him with tears welling in her eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled her in his arms and hugged her tight. He knew where this conversation was going and he hated it.

Maybe we should break up, she sobbed.

Don’t do this, he pleaded. Not now. Not ever. Please, Y/N…

I love you but it can’t work, she whispered.

Give it some thought, ok ? Hailie just left and you’re not in your right mind. And me neither. Don’t break up with me. Please, he pleaded.

I’m sorry, she said as she burst into tears in his arms.

He felt some tears rolling on his own cheeks. That was much more emotion than what he could handle. He held on to her, stroking her cheeks and her hair. She leaned into his embrace.

I don’t want it to be over, she whispered. I love you so much.

As long as you want to be here with me, it won’t be over, he said.

Please, don’t make it more difficult than it has to be, she pleaded. Please.

I’ll take any time I can have with you, Y/N. Whether it’s hours or years.

He knew he couldn’t persuade her to stay and that she had her reasons. But he could not let her go. Not yet. Not now.

It’s so hard, she whispered.

You said you’re mine, he said. Do you remember ?

I’ll always be yours, Marshall, she sobbed. I was yours from the moment we met.

He kissed her passionately. If it had to be the last time his lips would meet hers, he would seize the moment and make it last. She kissed him back, hungrily and sloppily. They were about to part ways but their bodies seemed glued to each other.

Let me make love to you, he pleaded. One last time. I need you.

Ok, she whispered.

He didn’t need more encouragement. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table where he started to undress her.

Where do you want me ? She asked.

Everywhere.

In all his years of being sexually active, he never undressed a woman so slowly. He made sure to imprint every detail, every sensation in his brain. He wanted the memories to last forever. He kissed every inch of her skin, ran his fingers through every strand of her hair. For an amount of time that seemed infinite, he made love to her in every corner of the house. The kitchen, the living room, the movie theater, the home gym and even the pool. It felt as if he was making love to her for the first time, rediscovering her body, her sweet spots… He could never get enough of her but somehow, he had to. The lovemaking was slow yet intense, sometimes tearful. Overall, it was messy and beautiful. They were both panting, about to pass out. Tears were running on their cheeks, both from climaxing, sadness and exhaustion. They were in bed, intertwined.

I don’t think I can go for any more rounds, Y/N said with sadness in her voice.

He hummed in response before kissing her hair and holding her tightly against him.

Don’t go just yet, he pleaded.

I have to, she whispered.

One last shower ? He offered with puppy eyes.

Make it a bath ? She negotiated.

It’ll last longer, he agreed.

They silently went to the bathroom and cuddled in the warm water. He kept on kissing her chastely, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wasn’t sure how he could be expected to let go of her.

Thank you, Marshall whispered in her ear.

For what ?

For the past four months. For the past year. For indulging me. For… absolutely everything, he said emotionally.

Thank you, she replied.

What will become of us ? He asked.

I thought I was pretty clear, she said, obviously unsure of what he meant.

No, I get it, he chuckled softly. But… Are we going back to being friends ?

I don’t know, she admitted.

I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Y/N, he said. As hard as I try… I can’t.

I guess we can give it a try.

They looked at each other in agreement, sadness in their eyes. It was the weirdest breakup he ever had.

You can still change your mind, he said tentatively.

Marshall, she whispered. Please.

Can’t blame a guy for trying, right ? He chuckled. For real though, call me in twenty years and I’ll be there, ok ?

I’ll visit you in the nursing home, she chuckled.

Brat, he said lovingly before kissing her shoulder.

Don’t wait for me, though, she said. You deserve to be happy. Find a nice lady your daughters approve of.

I don’t want to think of anybody else, Y/N, he said. Not right now. Not ever. I’d rather become a monk.

Sorry I brought that up, she said sheepishly.

The water started to get cold and she started shivering. They got out and he wrapped her in a robe before hugging her.

I should go pack my stuff, she said. I have hundreds of things lying around here.

I’ll bring it to you later, he said. Don’t worry about that.

I think it might be easier to do it now, she said. For closure.

I’ll help you, he mumbled.

They spent about an hour gathering the many, many things Y/N had left at his place. Marshall had become so used to it that he hadn’t realized that some of the stuff wasn’t his. While she was busy downstairs, he hid her favorite hoodie of his in her bag. He wouldn’t wear it anymore anyway, so she might has well have it, to remember him by. He also shamelessly stole her bottle of perfume and hid it in a drawer in his closet, just in case he would need to smell her. He knew himself well enough to know he might get that sentimental.

I think I’m all set, she said. I’ll get a cab.

Don’t be stupid, he said. It’s the middle of the night. I will drive you home.

He went to open the door but she grabbed his arm and faced him.

As long as we’re in the house, it’s not totally over, right ? She asked nervously.

It’s not, he said.

Ok then.

She got on her tippy toes and kissed him for the last time. It was a chaste, soft peck on the lips. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. There it was. Their farewell as lovers. As he felt a knot form in his stomach, he was not sure how he would ever recover from this.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 11 months

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request here! i love your writing and was wondering if you could write a story where the reader comforts dean when he’s feeling upset and just letting him know he’s loved and he can always tell the reader anything on his mind without being judged

On Her Doorstep

Summary - Based on the end of Swan Song when Dean goes to the person he can trust to be there for him on what feels like the worst night of his life.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

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A/N - Sorry for the wait on this one. Thanks for the request, I love writing for you guys. I’ve been sceptical of writing a Dean x Reader imagine as I’ve been writing so much for In-Air Comfort and I don’t want either to take away from the other. But it was fun to step up to the challenge. I hope this lives up to what you had in your mind when you requested it.

It’s almost midnight when you hear a loud knock on your door. You cautiously pause your show, and get off the couch. Sceptical of who or what could possibly be at your door at this time of night you don’t turn on any lights, just relying on the TV and taking a look through the peephole. The face that you see is the last one you’d expect. You quickly unlock and open the door so you can see the tall, green-eyed hunter in his entirety. His flannel and jacket are blood-stained and his usually cheeky eyes are red-rimmed. Without saying a word you pull him into your arms.

After a few moments, you pull away slightly and lead him inside and gesture for him to take a seat at your island bench. You round the island and take a bottle of cold water out of the fridge and offer it to him.

As he takes the water you hop up onto the island beside him and say, “Wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head and drinks half the bottle. Once he replaces the cap and sits it on the counter you take his hands in yours and pull them into your lap. He rests his head in your lap and you take one of your hands and run it through his short dirty blond hair.

“I might not have wanted that life, but I still love you, you know. I never stopped, how could I? I’m glad you came here tonight. I know part of you would have considered hitting a bar instead and drinking these feelings away…or losing them in some random chick. But instead, you came here, so I also know that part of you wants to be held and to talk through whatever’s going on.” You feel his tears wetting your thighs through your pyjama pants. He’s never been this vulnerable with you in the past so you know it’s something big. You continue to play with his hair, occasionally running your hand further down his back to comfort him. “I’m here for you. You can talk to me about anything. I love you, Dean Winchester.”

“Sam’s gone,” he finally says, voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes start to burn at his words. Sam had always been like a brother to you when you used to hunt with them and you know how much he means to Dean. “I’m so sorry about Sam.”

He lifts his head briefly to meet your eyes. “Baby, I don’t know what to do. I promised I wouldn’t bring him back. But how do I do this without him?”

“I know. I got you. We’ll figure it out. I promise. You can stay here with me for a while and take a break.”

“I’m not good enough for you. I’m a mess. I don’t want to mess up your life. I shouldn’t have come here.” He tries to pull away but you hold him tight.

“Don’t ever think you’re not good enough. You’re a good man. Yes, you’re a mess but look at the life you’ve led and you’ve lost everyone you’ve ever called family. I’d never judge you for having feelings. I know you spend your time acting like a superhero, but you’re only human. What you’re feeling is completely normal.”

“You got out. You’re safe. You’re happy. I can’t ruin your life like this. I can’t bring you down with my grief”

You grab his chin softly and bring his face up to meet yours. You kiss him softly. “You wouldn’t be ruining anything. I’m out, yes. Safe? I guess so. Happy? I wouldn’t be so convinced. But tonight isn’t about me anyway, it’s about you. Do you wanna talk about what happened? You know it helps.”

He shakes his head and drops it back into your lap. You start rubbing your hand back through his hair and down his back again. “It’s okay. I’m here whenever you’re ready. Take your time to process it. I’m right here.” You both sit there in silence for a while before your buttcheeks and back start to hurt from sitting on the cold, hard benchtop. “Darling, why don’t we go upstairs and cuddle somewhere more comfortable?”

When he looks up he can see the discomfort in your expression. He immediately stands up and helps you down off the bench. You lead him up to your bedroom, but when you turn on the light your eyes land on the dirt and blood on his clothes. “Do you want to shower? Do you have a change of clothes?”

He just weakly nods. “Okay, well the bathroom’s through there,” you say pointing at the door in the corner of the room. You try to let go of his hand but his grip is tight. “What’s wrong? Talk to me. You know I won’t judge you.”

“Don’t wanna leave you. I’m scared of losing you…like Sam,” he mumbles out.

You nod and lead him into the bathroom. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Can I help you?” you ask cautiously as you lift your hands up to his shoulders. When he nods you help him out of his jacket and flannel, throwing them into the laundry hamper. He watches as you move to fill the bathtub with warm water and soap. He’s not generally the bath type but tonight he’s willing to do whatever you guide him to, not having the heart, motivation or will to do anything else.

Once the tub is full you make your way back over to him, your fingers softly taking the hem of his black tee and lifting it over his head. Your breath hitches in your throat as his toned stomach and chest come into view, but you push it down. Tonight’s not the time, tonight’s all about comforting him and making him feel loved in other ways. You quickly compose yourself and motion for him to finish undressing as you turn around. After a few moments, you hear his jeans join the rest of his clothes and the water slosh as he steps into the bath. You turn around and kneel next to the tub. Taking the clean cloth from the edge you submerge it in the water before softly dabbing and wiping at the tear stains and dried blood speckled on his cheeks, neck and chest. Once you’re satisfied with his cleanliness you start on his hair which is filled with dirt and more dried blood. You lather up some of your shampoo on your hands and then massage it into his roots gently.

“Why are you doing this for me? I don’t d-”

“Because you need it…because I want to…and because…because I love you.” You rinse out the shampoo being sure not to get any in his eyes. When you feel the water is starting to cool you stand and hold out a towel from him. He takes it and wraps it around his waist. That’s when you realise that despite him confirming he had clothes, he didn’t bring any inside. You rummage through your drawers and find a pair of sweats and a tee that you’d snuck out of his bag when you’d left him and Sam a year ago. “Here, change into these. I’ll be waiting right outside the door, okay?” you say as you hand him the clothes. Once he nods you make your way back into your bedroom and take a seat on the bed. It’s not long before Dean joins you. He lays down under the covers and you cuddle up closer, holding him tight. You lay on his chest in silence listening to his slightly elevated heartbeat.

Eventually, he breaks the silence. “He made me promise I would try to live a normal life…That I would come to you and give us a proper chance.”

“Then let’s do it. And if you start to feel lost, tell me. It’s not easy getting out. But I’m here for you and I understand. I’ll never judge you. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

You feel his arms squeeze you tight as his heart rate finally starts to even out.

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catherinnn · 1 year

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I'm really sorry.

JJ Maybank x reader (happy ending), Pope Heyward x reader (angst)

JJ wasn't really paying attention when Pope tells him about his new crush, that's why he ends up flirting with her and accidentally starting a relationship with her, until Pope can't believe that JJ is such a bad friend, and he gets a chance to explain himself, would he be able to forgive him?

warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fighting, alcohol consumption, you will want to hug Pope really tight.

words: 3.6 k

“Oh wait, I need another drink!” You said while you stopped dancing for a minute and went to the table where all the drinks were. You decided to go out tonight with your friends to the annual bonfire that was being held at the cut. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, the juice and the ice and started pouring it in your cup, when you noticed someone staring. JJ Maybank, you didn’t really know him much, never really talked to him—well, directly at him, you did talk about him with your friends noticing how cute he is.

“Hi?” You said when he kept watching you.

“Hey sorry, I was just about to offer you a beer” he says.

“Oh no thanks, I’m having vodka”

“You prefer vodka over a beer?” he said in a judgmental tone.

“Well, don’t say it like that! It’s good, I promise”

“”Yeah it’s good, but not as good as beer”

“That’s cause you haven’t tried mine yet”

“Oh, I doubt it, sweetheart”

“Here” you handed him your cup and he grabbed it with a questioning look. He took a sip, then a second one, and a smirk showed up on his face.

“It’s good sweetheart, I’ll have to give you that” You smiled at him. “Now you have to try my beer though”

“What’s the difference between a JJ beer with the regular beer?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you see, I always pick the best one, it’s like a talent”

“A very impressive one” you joked and took the beer to try it. “Mmh, that’s… really something else” you said sarcastically. Obviously it tasted like all of the others.

“Right? Well, I have a proposal for you, we’ll share that beer and this cup of vodka together and that way you’ll have to stay by my side for the rest of the night” he flirted.

“Oh, do I really have that kind of a privilege?” you joked.

“Well, thanks to your amazing vodka and your pretty face, you earned it by far”

“Ohh, lucky me!” you smirked and accepted his offer.

The night went on with you both drinking, dancing, and flirting a lot. Going from group to group until you got to JJ’s friend group, the pogues. Now, this wouldn’t have to be problem if Pope didn’t tell JJ he had a crush on you a few weeks prior, on another party that you attended too.

“How can I do this faster than Kie, she always wins” JJ complained to Pope while he examined the can of beer so he could figure out how to drink it faster than Kiara when they were playing that game. But Pope’s attention wasn’t entirely on his friend, he was watching you dance and talk with your friends for afar.

“She’s- just gorgeous” he mumbled thanks to all the alcohol he drank tonight. “Have you seen her? Y/n I mean”

JJ didn’t really pay attention to him as he kept thinking on techniques to drink the can faster than his other friend. “Maybe it’s not the can, maybe it’s the swallowing technique”

JJ mumbled to himself but Pope ignored him to keep talking about you. “God, I’ll never have a chance with a girl like her, what am I thinking?”

But JJ did pay attention to that part, he didn’t really know which girl he was talking about, but he knew his friend was probably wrong.

“Dude, no, don’t say that, you do have a shot”

“You think?” Pope asked him while he almost tripped because of how drunk he was.

“Maybe not tonight, but the next party when you’re more sober, you’ll definitely talk to her” JJ said. He didn’t even listen to which girl, but he was sure his friend had a chance, he was very smart and a good-looking guy.

Now back to the bonfire night, JJ’s chance with you night. You having JJ’s arm around your shoulder, sharing drinks, dancing together, flirting shamelessly in front of everyone in this party, in front of all the pogues, in front of Pope, didn’t really give Pope the most comfortable night out with his friends.

He didn’t really say anything, just silently hating and wondering to himself how could JJ do this to him when he had, just weeks prior, told him to shoot his shot with you, that he totally had a chance. Unbelievable.

The rest of the pogues didn’t notice anything, they didn’t know, Pope had just told JJ about his crush on you. They all kept talking and dancing with you two, laughing or rolling eyes at every flirty comment you threw at each other.

“Alright! Just kiss her already” John B joked.

“Dude!” JJ said kind of embarrassed and you laughed.

“You two keep flirting, just kiss, you’re both desperately waiting for it” Sarah said this time. JJ looked at you with a smirk to check on your reaction, when he saw your blushed cheeks and your smile, he knew. Only if he had checked on Pope he would have seen his serious face clearly showing how uncomfortable and sad he felt. But he was busy lowering his face to meet yours and finally kissing you. All of his other friends were busy cheering and watching how cute you two looked together.

The night ended with you and all of the pogues in the Twinkie with John B driving everyone home. You decided to go to the chateau with JJ. You did hesitate at first, not wanting to be “easy” but then you thought of how much you actually wanted to go home with him and how sweet he was with you all night for him to think that low of you.

And after a long night of are you sure?’s and moans between the two of you, and a morning of wearing JJ’s clothes and sharing breakfast, Pope thought he could finally catch a break and start forgetting about you or having to watch his crush with his best friend instead of him. He really thought.

But just like Sarah and Kiara had told you, they’ve never seen JJ so enamoured with someone as he was with you. Giving you his shirts cause “they looked better on you anyway”, cooking with you, cuddling, or even spending the entire pogue’s hangouts either talking about you or texting you. His other friends found this very cute, finally witnessing what JJ is like when he’s whipped—like John B had put it.

But I say that Pope thought he could’ve caught a break is because here he was, a month after the bonfire party, yours and JJ’s party. He was on his way to the chateau to meet his friends and when he got there, he found you and JJ sitting together outside on the couch, just perfect.

“Hey” JJ was the first one to notice him walking in.

“Hi, Pope” you sweetly said. He simply nodded to your direction to at least acknowledge you two and then quickly went inside where the rest of the group was.

“That was weird” JJ stated but didn’t think much about it just yet.

A few minutes later everyone joined you outside. You didn’t notice this, but Pope chose the spot the furthest from you two.

JJ kept noticing how quiet Pope was being, serious face as if he was in a bad mood, and he wanted to cheer him up. So he tried to joke with him, the problem was when Pope didn’t respond, he didn’t even laugh. Thanks to this he started noticing how he would make small talk with Kiara, John B and even with Sarah. Just not with him. As if he was ignoring him for some reason.

“Pope, what’s going on with you today?” JJ started but Pope just shook his head not showing any emotion on his face. “Come on, you can talk to me, this is a safe space” JJ insisted.

“Oh, is it really?” Pope snorted. Everyone else kind of startled with this reaction.

“What? What’s going on man?” JJ asked again.

“I just don’t really think you would be my definition of ‘safe space’ right now, that’s all JJ” Pope answered, still clearly mad and hiding something.

“Why not? What do you mean?” JJ couldn’t understand why he was acting like this.

“You have no idea, do you?” Pope couldn’t believe him right now.

“About what? Dude!”

“Two months ago! I got really drunk at that party we went to and kept telling you how pretty Y/n was!” he exploded and told him the answer, not giving a shit that all of the other pogues and specially you were right there to listen too. It took you by surprise, you had no idea this had happened. JJ seemed to remember that night, the only thing he forgot was who the girl in question was that Pope had talked to him about. “And you told me I should try and talk to her the next time I saw her! But guess who got there first?”

“Pope-“

“No, JJ!”

“Pope, I wasn’t listening! OK?! I didn’t pay attention to who the girl was, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Surprisingly, that doesn’t make me feel better! Just- fuck you, dude! Really!” Pope stood up and walked away ready to punch anyone who got in his way.

The group stood in silent for the next few seconds, everyone trying to process everything that had just happened. You could feel the looks of Kie, Sarah and John B going from your face to JJ’s back and forth.

The first one to break the silence was JJ. He turned to look at you and his gaze softened. “I’m sorry” he whispered, not able to believe that he really just did that. You walked to him. “I didn’t fucking know, I wasn’t listening when he told me-“

“It’s ok, J-“

“No, now I’m gonna have to choose between you two, and I don’t want to- I-“

“JJ, it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna go talk to him and calm him down” Kiara and John B said before going to follow Pope.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you” JJ said to you, tears forming on his eyes and clearly panicking. You went to hug him tight.

“JJ, it’s gonna be fine, you won’t have to stop seeing each other. Remember when Kie made John B choose between me or her? And now we’re still all here-“

“That’s not the same, Sarah. I’m gonna lose both of them” JJ said in a week voice.

“You won’t” you whispered for him to hear. “Let’s just wait for John B to come back, and we’ll see what we do”

A few hours later, John B was back. JJ stood up again from the couch. None of you really said anything until he came back, you just kept hugging JJ and he tried to keep calm.

“So?” JJ asked.

“He’s more calmed now, he still doesn’t want to talk though. Give him time and maybe you can try tomorrow”

“Fuck” JJ complained.

“Did you get to talk to him a little?” Sarah asked this time.

“I don’t think he wants you to choose. It just took him by surprise to still have to see you two together after a month” John B said. JJ didn’t respond, just kept thinking and thinking. “Dude, I think you should get some sleep and we’ll try again tomorrow”

“Yeah, JJ” Sarah joined in.

“O-Ok, yeah. Could you stay over?” JJ turned to ask you. You nodded.

“Of course”

For the rest of the night, JJ was having a really hard time trying to sleep. His mind was re-playing the night when Pope had told him he liked you, and all that he could remember from that talk. He remembered telling him to talk to the girl, he remembered thinking that Pope most probably had a chance with whoever the girl was, it didn’t really matter. Then re-playing the night of the bonfire, when he saw you and thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, talking, flirting, and dancing with you. He remembered when the pogues encouraged him to finally kiss you, and he remembered kissing you, how he felt, how he even did that in front of Pope too. He started feeling like the stupidest person on this planet.

And while everyone else in the chateau were sleeping, even you, sleeping next to him, he had asked you to stay because he thought it could maybe help him get some sleep, he thought that if he spent the night alone in his room, he would only overthink everything so many times and wouldn’t end up sleeping at all. He wasn’t entirely wrong, he did overthink everything that night, but thanks to having you there too, he was able to catch a few hours of sleep eventually.

As the next day comes, JJ keeps fighting the negative thoughts like losing you, or Pope, or even both of you. A few hours into the afternoon, he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to give Pope all the time he needed, but he couldn’t concentrate or keep himself distracted anymore, he needed to talk to him.

“Give him some more time, you can’t expect him to get over it in just a day- not even 24 hours!” John B fought JJ and his impulses.

“I can’t just sit here all day and do nothing, I need to show him that I’m sorry, I need him to understand!” JJ explained.

“I know that! But when you’re mad, we give you the time you need to cool off” John B tried to explain but when JJ kept and kept fighting, he just gave up.

“Alright! You really wanna do this?! Okay, just let me come with you so I can mediate if he’s still mad” John B finally said, getting the keys of the Twinkie.

Once they get to Pope’s, they find him working, helping his dad. They don’t say anything as they get out of the van, they just stand there looking straight at him. When Pope turns around and his attention is drown to the people at the door, his expression changes, from his resting face to an annoyed and serious one.

“Of course it’s you two” Heyward, Pope’s dad, begins when he sees them. “Five minutes, you already had your break” he warns his son and lets him get out to talk to them.

“What?” he simply asks.

“I need to talk to you, I need to explain” JJ says.

“Just hear him out, man” John B tries to convince him. Pope only nods giving him permission to speak.

“I just- I’m sorry man, I really am. I did the shittiest thing and I did it to you and I just want you know that it wasn’t on purpose. The night you told me that I was pretty drunk too and just concentrated on some other shit that doesn’t even matter, and I didn’t pay attention to who the girl you were talking about was. I started paying attention when you said the things about not having a chance with her, and it didn’t matter who the girl was, I knew you weren’t going to have a problem with that and I didn’t want you to pull yourself down. That’s why I said you should talk to her the next time” JJ started explaining why he wasn’t paying attention the first time. “And then the next time we saw her, I didn’t know it was her, and I’m really sorry for what I did”

“I understand that” Pope slowly started. “What was actually hard to take was that you never spend more than a night or a week with a girl, or if you do, she doesn’t really spent so much time with us. That’s what made me react that way”

“I know, man, I'm sorry” JJ agreed.

“Listen, I’m not gonna ask you to stop seeing her, or I won’t stop being your friend. Just- just give me more time to get used to the idea of her being with you”

“Yeah, yeah, I just needed you to know… why I did what I did. Just- all the time you need, man”

Pope was about to say something more when his dad called him to get back to work. “I have to go now”

“Yeah, of course. Just- thank you, really” JJ says before leaving with John B again.

A couple of weeks later, you were meeting with the pogues again for a couple of beers and a bonfire among all of you. JJ and you had kept seeing each other throughout these weeks, you haven’t really seen the pogues in some time though, so it was nice to actually get invited again.

What was even nicer, was that Pope was already there too. You and JJ were wondering if the two of you together could ever enjoy the hangouts with the pogues again. Obviously JJ still hangs out with them, they were his friends first, you were the new one. JJ had told you that Pope seemed a lot better lately, he even asked him how things were going between the two of you, and he actually seemed happy when JJ responded that they were going really good.

At first, even though everybody was really happy to see you again, especially Sarah and Kie for having another girl in the group, you were still a little quiet and showing zero PDA with JJ— which wasn’t something usual for the two of you— but you did it so you didn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable. As the night continued, you let loose a little bit more, actually enjoying it a lot more.

Now, as you saw Pope getting up and going inside the chateau to get more beer, you got up too to follow him.

“Hey” you said so he would notice you went with him.

“Oh, hey” he said a little nervous, not really expecting you.

“Um, I just wanted to thank you for being so understandable I guess, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just wanted you to know I really appreciate it” you started.

“I’ve honestly never seen JJ so…whipped for someone, I couldn’t be the one fucking it up, it’s pretty funny to watch” he joked and you started laughing.

“Yeah, the guys have been saying that too” you tell him.

"Yeah really, we’ve never seen him so in love, I guess that’s what bothered me at first, cause it had to be with you. But, like I said, I just couldn’t be the reason for him to lose this” he admits.

“You’re such a good friend, Pope, really. All of you really are his family, and I’m happy he’s got all of you”

“He’s got you too, you’re the reason for him to be so happy lately, that makes you part of the family too” You could actually cry right now, his words were so thoughtful. “I was the one who told him to invite you tonight, everybody missed you a lot and I wanted to get to know you too”

“That sound great, I’d really like that” you gave him a smile and hugged him for being so unbelievably nice.

“Princess, what’s taking you so lo- oh hey” JJ came to look for you and was taken aback when he found you two hugging.

“Hey, we were just talking, I was actually welcoming her to the pogue family” Pope explained.

“Yeah, I came to thank him for being so nice and cool with us” you told JJ. He smiled and walked to you, hugging you by your shoulders and pulling you closer. “And he also told me how whipped I've got you” you joked.

“You do” he admitted.

“Never thought I’d see the day were JJ gets so corny” Pope admits. “You need to ask her bro, it’s been long enough” he tells JJ and you don’t really understand what he’s talking about.

“You sure you're okay with it?” JJ asks him and Pope nods smiling. Then he walks back out with everyone else.

“What was that about?” you ask JJ confused.

“I really like you, like really really like you. You’ve got me whipped just like they said. You don’t even know how scared I got of losing what we've got when Pope got mad” he explains, you actually do know the feeling of being scared to lose this, you felt it too. “After I made sure he was okay with us together, I asked him if it would be okay if I asked you to be my girlfriend and he said he wanted me to, so… would you be my girlfriend, please? Cause I really like you and I can’t risk losing you” he asks grabbing you by your waist.

“I really like you too J” you admit with a smile. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend”

The biggest smile appears on both of your faces, he pulls you closer and kisses you, still smiling. You play with his hair, enjoying this moment with all you've got.

After you break the kiss before it becomes more heated— you will have time for that later tonight— he gives you a few more pecks on the lips and hand-by-hand you walk back outside where all the pogues are waiting for you expectantly.

“Guys, I’d like to present you… my girlfriend, new official member of the pogues now too” JJ says with some suspense and they all shout and cheer as if their soccer team just won the world cup or something, real emotion. You can’t stop laughing and smiling, this was your family now.

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