#everybody be proud of me for actually getting my thoughts together long enough to write this đŁ
the second seat * fem!driver
the question of who gets the second seat in the new season has been unaddressed for months
pairings: logan sargeant x femreader, oscar piastri x femdriver, liam lawson x femdriver, mick schumacher x femdriver
notes: guys omg i always thought liam n rocky being in the same time would mean marketing chaos and absolute borderline insane team antics,, if only i hadn't been too lazy to write nonlogan fics when it comes to vr LMFAOOO
(series masterlist) | (đ the sophomore year)
"it has to be me, right?" mick grins, turning to the small girl as she dances around the living room with her cat in her arms. "you said you'd get me the second seat."
"doubt it, mate," oscar mutters, fingers slamming down on the buttons of his controller as their game of mario kart plays out on the tv screen. "don't trust a word she says. she's a serial liar."
"am not!" she shrieks, turning around to glare at oscar. "he's the serial liar!" she looks at mick. "i tried to get you the seat, mate, but apparently i don't have that much of a say after all."
logan shrugs, eyes stuck on the screen as he bites down on his lip. "i know who got the second seat."
"what? that's insane!" oscar scoffs, shoving logan quickly before returning his hands on his controller. "and you haven't told me? are you crazy?"
"it's not my fault i live with her! you know she can't keep a secret to save her life," logan snorts, rolling his eyes. "you're just gonna have to wait for andretti's statement like everybody else."
"that's stupid. we're already here," mick points out. he looks at the girl and scowls. "who is your teammate for the new season? no way you keep your mouth shut long enough for them to make the announcement in the next 10 minutes."
she shrugs, disappearing into the kitchen. "what can i say? i turned 21 and suddenly i'm a new person."
"she'll tell us before they can post about it. don't sweat it," oscar laughs, putting his controller down. he pumps his fist in the air as he beats logan at yet another mario kart race, giggling when logan punches his arm.
"well, my teammate should be here any second," she hums, walking back in with a pint of ice cream in her hands. she holds out the pint to the group. "ice cream?"
mick looks at the pint. "you have an ice cream problem, rocky."
"perhaps." she takes a seat next to mick on the couch as oscar takes the pint from her hands. "but they signed him before telling me about it. so i, too, was blindsided."
"sad."
"truly," she shakes her head as kidnapper finally releases his claws from her shirt, padding over to mick's lap. she takes the ice cream pint back in her hands. "but it's a pretty good catch. i think we'll be good together on the track."
the front door swings open. "i'm here!"
"your teammate's lily?"
"are you fucking stupid?" she kicks logan lightly, rolling her eyes as she throws her head back. "obviously it's not lily."
"oh, you haven't told them yet?" lily giggles, skipping over to where oscar is sitting on the ground. she presses a quick kiss to his cheek, making the other 3 people in the room groan as they throw their head backs.
"gross!"
"get a room!"
"trigger warning next time."
"wait. what does she mean by that? you mean my girlfriend knows and we don't?" oscar frowns, pointing at the redhead who has her arms strung around his shoulders. "what's with the secrecy?"
logan laughs. "yeah, i told her."
"unfair! that's blatant favouritism!" mick scoffs, throwing a pillow at logan. "why'd you tell her before us?"
"i had to tell someone. i knew lily would never speak if i told her not to tell anyone," logan grins, clearly proud of his decision. "what time is he getting here, rocky? can't believe he's late for lunch."
"ah, cut him some slack. he's just flown in from home," she giggles. "any moment now, actually."
"he'll arrive soon?"
she feels her phone buzz in her pocket. "check your instagram."
there's a moment of silence, the two clueless men fishing hurriedly for their phones to check their social media.
it's followed by loud gasps and bewildered screams. mick jumps up, startling the cat sitting peacefully on his lap. kidnapper quickly settles on her lap again. "you kept this a secret for this long â how, exactly?"
she shrugs just as oscar screams. "you're mentally unsound! you hid a secret this large from me?"
"that's right," the door swings open, slamming against their shoe rack as a familiar face walks by the entryway of their small apartment. he throws his arms up into the air and puckers his lips. "meet the fine lad who's managed to scam andretti into giving him the second seat to start in the new season."
oscar holds a hand on his chest. "lily, call an ambulance."
"good lord," mick slowly sits down, scratching his head. "you crazy son of a bitch. how did you manage to pull this off?"
she giggles, moving over to the other end of the couch to make space. he drops himself between mick and the younger driver, slinging his arms around their shoulders and resting his leg over the other. "that's right. it is i, liam lawson, driving for andretti this season."
"oh, we're gonna be insane this year, mate," she laughs, holding her hand out for a high-5. "i got you an ice cream pint to celebrate."
"oh, lit. what flavour did you get me?" liam hops up and runs over to the kitchen. "chocolate too?"
"mint."
liam's head pops out of the kitchen, an unimpressed stare boring holes at her. "you know i hate that."
"welcome to the team."
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Stumbled upon 2 of your doyoung's au requested to you and god that made me crave for another doyoung one !!
Can i also request for college!enemy doyoung smut au. enemies (but w high sexual tension) to lovers. thanks đ§Ą
w!: sexual tension, public fing*ring, unprotected s*x (i'm just too lazy to write about condoms, don't do it irl)
a/n: this turned long for a drabble bc 1) I donât know how to keep these dynamics short (and i still think this is not the best) and 2) I missed the âto loversâ part and didnât address it where it was supposed to end BUT i didnât want to scrap everything i wrote to replace it with the actual s*x scene
Hating Kim Doyoung is natural for you, and after two years of college, you know the feelings are mutual. It wouldâve been easy to ignore him, if only he didnât speak over you every time, or if he didnât stumble on you in the halls, or worse even sit next to you in class.Â
Itâs almost as if he was doing that on purpose.Â
It wouldnât be that bad if things stopped here, if your stupid brain didnât short-circuit every time he was too close to you, if your mouth didnât hang open when he would lean closer and trap you against a wall, if your eyes didnât close when a wave of his perfume would wash over you.Â
It would be so much better if you didnât find him so hot.Â
âSo, want to work on that project with me?â It would be better if right now Kim Doyoung wasnât standing in front of you, bag hanging from his shoulder, while his body is wrapped in his usual clothes defining his broad shoulder and small waist so well, asking you to team with him.Â
You scoff, shaking your head from your dirty thoughts, and reply, âWhy would I?âÂ
Doyoung snickers, tilting his head. âDonât you think itâs funnier to work together? If youâll spend so much time with someone else how could I annoy you?âÂ
You roll your eyes, starting to walk in the corridors, ignoring him, but he still trails behind; you have the same lessons, unfortunately, so thereâs not really an escape for you. âYou think the way you retort everything I say itâs not annoying enough?âÂ
He shrugs. âNot really. Also, thatâs not annoying you, thatâs proving a point.âÂ
âOh, really, Kim? And what point are you proving?â You ask, stopping in your tracks to turn around, damning yourself because you caught him off guard and now youâre standing face to face.Â
Doyoung smirks, eyes falling on the gulp in your throat and the way your chest rises faster, but doesnât dwell on it too long. With a click of his tongue and a proud smirk on his face, he goes back to the main topic. âThat Iâm always right.â
You scoff awkwardly, trying to look away, and taking a step back for the sake of your sanity. Silently cursing him and questioning what he gets for wearing such an expensive and intense perfume that gets to your brain, almost more than his perfect â slappable â face does. âYou wish.âÂ
âI donât have to wish for it, and you know it,â he taunts, mockingly pinching your cheek, making you grunt and go back to your steps.Â
âAnd thatâs why youâre wrong.âÂ
âIâm also wrong when I say you want to fuck me?âÂ
You almost choke on your saliva and trip in your steps when those words get registered in your brain. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You mutter, turning around with a glaring gaze.Â
âYou know everything, honey, Iâm sure you also know what Iâm talking about.âÂ
âYouâre so full of yourself, thinking everybody is ready to jump on your dick,â you bite back. âWell, it will never be me.âÂ
Doyoung snickers, tilting his head to the side. âNo, really? Then I assume you will have no problems teaming with me on this project.âÂ
âI donât want to team with you because I hate you, and we donât work well together, and Iâm not screwing up my gradââ
âGood, see you this Friday at 3 in the Uni library, in front of the history session,â he says, sending you a flying kiss, and walking past you, âthereâs nobody there,â he winks before turning around and leaving you speechless in the middle of the corridors, and also late for your lesson.Â
You wouldâve skipped going there on Friday, but itâs not like there are many other people that would die to make a project with you (or better, there were, but youâd rather want to kill Doyoung while he does something, than sit for hours and break your back for people that wonât lift a finger to help). So here you are, walking toward the table in the History section where heâs already waiting for you.Â
âNot even greeting each other, now?â He says when you sit next to him without a word and immediately pull out your laptop to work on the project.Â
âHi,â you say sarcastically, smiling at him.Â
He rolls his eyes before looking up and down and you. âBeautiful skirt, is this how you dress when you donât have lessons?âÂ
âIâm going to do the project with someone else if you donât stop.âÂ
âWith who? Someone that will do nothing and take all the credit for it?â He laughs at your expressions and then talks again. âHoney, why do you think I picked you?âÂ
âDonât call me honey,â you retort. âAlso, I think you picked me because you knew I wouldâve done a better job, and you donât enjoy losing.âÂ
âYouâre so annoying,â he snickers, shaking his head. âLetâs start before it gets too late.âÂ
Two hours pass by and you feel like your brain will explode, rubbing your temples and getting distracted by everything â him â more than you could afford.Â
âWill you please stop staring at my hands?âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â You snap, glaring at him, but the menacing look on your face disappears when he comes face to face with you, placing his thumb on your lips.Â
âShut up,â Doyoung orders. âI donât want to get kicked out of the library because of you.âÂ
You furrow, thinking of a comeback but your body betrays you as your eyes fall on his veiny hands again and your thighs squeeze together as your brain imagines them on you, and in you.Â
âI love being proven right,â Doyoung whispers, a smug smirk twitching on his face as he stares at you. Your lips are parting but no sound comes out of it and before you can realize, his hand is on your thigh, making its way to your panties.Â
âDoyoung, IâŠâÂ
âWhat? Tell me this isnât what you were imagining and Iâll stop,â he says, hand stilling on its spot as he waits for your answer.Â
âI⊠I,â you mumble, frenetically looking around to make sure youâre still alone. âPlease.âÂ
Doyoung scoffs, scrolling his back hair away from his eyes. âPlease is not an answer.âÂ
You groan. âI was⊠I was thinking about it,â you confess, lowering your head to donât give him more victory with the flustered look on your face.Â
âMusic to my ears,â he hums, and his hand crawls up on your leg until it reaches your panties. âGo on, the project wonât do on its own.âÂ
âAre you kidding me? How can I concentrate?âÂ
âI thought you were smart enough to do more than one thing at once,â he teases, slipping the crotch to the side as he starts rubbing your clit, making you suppress a moan. âGo on, we need to finish this part today.âÂ
You gulp, not talking back anymore because if you open your mouth you have no idea what sounds will come out, and try to concentrate on the screen. Itâs not easy when your brain stopped working twenty minutes ago and when Doyoung fingers are fucking into you. Theyâre long and slender and even if the position itâs not the best, he knows what heâs doing, curling them while his thumb rubs your clit.Â
âDoyoung ââ you mutter, clenching your hand in a fist.Â
âYes, honey? Need help?âÂ
âI canât â I canât do this,â you whisper, looking for his eyes and begging him to have mercy.Â
âFine, can you at least pretend youâre doing something?â He asks, hot breath hitting your ear as he leans closer.Â
âYeah, Iâll â Iâll pretend Iâm reading,â you hum, scrolling on the page in front of you, making him laugh.Â
âGood girl,â he says, quickening the pace of his fingers inside you. âAh, donât be loud. I think you donât want to get kicked out, right?âÂ
You shake your head and dry to keep quiet, shamelessly spreading your legs more and placing one on top of his thigh to give him more access. Doyoung snickers, looking down and shaking his head.Â
âYouâre so desperate, I thought you were a classy girl.âÂ
âShut up and make me come already,â you retort. âIf you can.âÂ
That comment hits him more than he would like to admit, too driven by competition he starts moving his fingers faster, rubbing your clit quicker, while his other hand reaches for your boobs, pushing the top down.Â
âDoââÂ
âQuiet,â he shuts you up. âShut up and nothing will happen.âÂ
You do as he says, and only look down in disbelief as he starts teasing your nipples too, adding to the stimulation. And that, plus the fear of being caught, pushes you to the edge.Â
âLetâs go, now,â Doyoung orders once his fingers are out of you and your top is back in its place. Shutting your laptop with no care and urging you to put it back in the bag.Â
âBut the project?âÂ
âFuck the project, I need to fuck you first.âÂ
The way to his place is a blur, just like the walk to the bedroom. Things are a bit clearer when you two are almost ripping each other clothes off while kissing roughly and messily and not losing the occasion of bickering.Â
âGonna fuck you so good you wonât even think of talking back to me,â he says â promise or threat, itâs up to you to decide â while he pushes you down on the mattress.Â
âYouâre only good at talking but never acting, it would be so nice if for once you proved something, you know?â You donât expect him to do just that, the only verbal thing coming from his mouth being a low groan before he pushes his dick into you, leaving you gasping for air.Â
âDonât test me, ever again,â Doyoung groans, and then his hips start picking a rhythm, pushing your legs up. And you wonât do that, not because he threatened you â and if this is what you get, is it really a threat? â but because God, if heâs good at this. Itâs like everything youâve fantasized about and more, and you feel like you could melt on the spot.Â
âFuck, youâre so hot,â he murmurs. âAnd I hate it so much.âÂ
âYeah, you sure hate it so much,â you tease, voice barely higher than a whisper.Â
âStill got the energy to talk? Do I have to be rougher with you?âÂ
âNo, maybe just better,â you wink mockingly, and he throws his head back while groaning annoyed.Â
âAnything for you,â he replies sarcastically, and in a second you see stars. One hand pins you down by the hip, the other one rubs your clit, while his lips wrap around your nipple, and his hips keep fucking deep into you. If you werenât so touch-starved⊠maybe⊠or maybe not, maybe it is just him, your enemy, the man that made your college life the worst competition youâve ever been into, maybe it is just him, Kim Doyoung.Â
âSo pretty when youâre like this, look at you,â he praises, staring at your blissed face. âSo much better when we donât fight, donât you think so?âÂ
You hum, mindlessly and weakly, feeling the familiar feeling build up again and you immediately search for his hand.Â
Enemies donât hold hands, right? But he locks his fingers with yours anyway as he feels the orgasm build up.Â
And right when you feel so close to the high, his lips meet yours again, kissing you⊠passionately. Thereâs nothing of the roughness of the first kisses, and you start to feel delicateness even in the way his hand is rubbing circles on your hips. And those soft gestures make you lose control. You come, pussy squeezing hard around him, triggering his orgasm too, as he mumbles words you donât care to understand.Â
When the pleasure dies down, he rolls from on top of you, falling at your side. But you can feel heâs looking at you even if youâre staring at the ceiling, trying to take your breath.Â
âI think we couldâŠâ Doyoung starts, turning to the side even with his batter to look at you better, ââŠwe could, you know, stop with all this fighting.â
âYes, Iâm free tomorrow for a date,â you reply, turning to look at him.Â
Doyoungâs cheeks redden but he shakes his head. âI didnât â I didnât ask you for a date.âÂ
âSo, are you saying no to my date?âÂ
He gulps, eyes falling on your lips before moving to your eyes again. A fond smile on his face. âNo, Iâm just a bad liar.âÂ
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The Nights Are Long (But It's Easier Together)
IT'S FINALLY HERE!
My God, this took me forever
My first ever longer work of fiction. It took me months to finish it, but I'm so extremely PROUD of what I created and I hope you will enjoy it!
I want to give a very special shoutout to Mona (@lestappenforever) who has been my ROCK and an absolute ANGEL whilst I was writing. Mona, thank you for listening to my rambling, reading every single thing I sent to you, for your thoughts and input and not to forget, the betaing! I love you so, so, so much, words can't describe how much I appreciate you! â€ïž
You can read it here.
Summary:
The fire in his apartment is only the beginning of a long list of misfortunes that await Max. Fortunately, he has Charles by his side to help him through it. That is until Charles is the one that gets targeted.
PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CATS DO NOT EXIST IN THIS FIC. I REPEAT: THE CATS DO NOT EXIST! Please don't hate me.
Enjoy the first bit here.
The party is in full swing. Leave it to Lando to plan a well attended party during summer break where normally everybody would disappear to another country to not see any of the other drivers, having seen plenty enough of them during the race season. Charles knows, because normally he would have fucked off to some country where he could lie on the beach and drink cocktails for most of the day, spending time with his brothers and mother, and maybe some other family too, before having to turn back to full concentration again.Â
But for some reason, most of the drivers were here and Charles realizes he is actually truly enjoying himself. Heâs on the couch next to Pierre, listening to some kind of story George is slurring at them, having had just two too many drinks by now. Charles knows he should have stopped him when he gets up to get another refill, leaving both Pierre and him on a cliffhanger, but he isnât particularly bothered with Georgeâs alcohol intake. Heâs a grown man who knows what heâs doing - or at least most of the time. He can deal with his own hangover tomorrow. That is not Charlesâ job.Â
He takes the break from Georgeâs rambling as an opportunity to glance across the room. Every driver he gets along with on the grid is present, along with some friends of Lando he already knows, but the majority of the crowd is unknown to him. The only thing he knows is that some of the female friends present are more interested in all the drivers surrounding them than in their actual friends. If you could even call them friends.Â
Charlesâ attention is drawn to the corner on his right. Max, Daniel, Martin Garrix â Martijn, Charles corrects himself mentally â are stood in a some resemblance of a triangle so that they can all face each other, listening to Martijn telling a story. Charles sees that Daniel is fully invested, eyes wide, a large smile on his face as he nods along. Max, on the other hand, is also listening, but every few minutes or so, heâs distracted by his phone, frowning at the screen, before rejecting the call. He then presses some things on his screen and to Charles it seems like heâs blocking the number. Unfortunately, he has had to do that himself one too many times.Â
Maxâs attention is back to Martijn, taking a big sip of his gin and tonic. A bit of the drink runs down his chin. and Max uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. Charlesâ eyes are glued to it, the movement of the big hand wiping away the little drop of the alcoholic drink before it makes its way down his neck. His strong, muscled neck. Charles wishes the drop had made its way down, just so he couldâ
âTu regardes,â Pierreâs voice breathes in his ear. (âYouâre staring.â)
It startles Charles, spilling half of his own drink over his hand and on his trousers. He feels the blush creep up his face, painting his cheeks a dark shade of red. He rips his eyes away from Max and his group, because they have all turned to face the two men on the couch after hearing Charlesâ rather loud gasping and spluttering. The spluttering ends in a coughing fit, and tears gather in Charlesâ eyes as he desperately gasps for air.
âHeâs fine,â he hears Pierre say as he pats his back.Â
Through his watery eyes he sees that Pierre is talking to Max, who looks at Charles in concern, but smiles after Pierreâs words and turns back to Martijn, who restarts his story again, not paying attention to a slowly suffocating Charles Leclerc.Â
âCalamar, tu dois vraiment te contenir,â Pierre says once Charles has caught up with his breathing. (âCalamar, you really need to contain yourself.â)
âJe n'ai rien fait,â Charles wheezes. (âI didnât do anything.â)
âOui, continuez Ă vous le dire,â Pierre snorts and then, when Charles frowns at him, he adds, âVous Ă©tiez pratiquement en train de baver en le regardant.â (âYeah, keep telling yourself that. You were practically drooling whilst staring at him.â)
âJe n'Ă©tais pas.â (âI was not.â)
âTu l'Ă©tais.â (âYou so were.â)
âTais-toi,â Charles mumbles, finishing whatever is left of his drink. (âShut up.â)
Pierre sighs deeply. He turns to face his friend, bringing his head closer to Charlesâ to have a little bit more privacy in a crowded room full of strangers. "Tu n'as pas Ă prendre de dĂ©cision maintenant, mais s'il te plaĂźt, Charles, soit tu lui parles, soit tu l'oublies. ArrĂȘte de te faire du mal Ă cause de lui. S'il te plaĂźt." (âYou donât have to make a decision right now, but please, Charles, either talk to him or forget about him. Stop beating yourself up about him. Please.â)
Charles wants to reply to that, he really wants to, but he simply canât. Itâs not as easy as Pierre makes it sound. He canât just forget about Max, but he also canât just go and talk to him about the stupid little crush he has on the Dutchman, either. Or, as Pierre likes to say, âjust tell him you are head-over-heels in love with himâ. Charles neither confirms nor denies that he used a bit too much force behind his punch on his best friendâs arm after he said that. Â
Just as Charles is ready to vocalize the answer he has formed in his head, heâs interrupted by Maxâs ringtone yet again that evening. How many calls has he already received, Charles thinks, and he realizes this must have been the sixth time within the last hour he has heard the phone ringing. He expects Max to yet again decline the call and block whoever is calling him, but he sees him frown at his screen before excusing himself to Daniel and Martijn. Charles watches him as he makes his way to the somewhat quieter kitchen area, answering the call. He sees that Max is trying to speak to the person on the other side, but every time he tries to get a word out, he stops again, probably being interrupted by the person on the other end of the phone, gesturing wildly with the hand that isnât holding the phone, pacing back and forth in the kitchen area.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Charles excuses himself to Pierre under the pretense of getting a refill as he makes his way over to the kitchen where Max is. He knows that Pierre thinks he is finally going to declare his undying love for the Dutchman, judging by the smirk on his face. Charles rolls his eyes. Of course heâ not going to tell Max how he feels. If he ever decides to tell him how he feels, he will definitely pick a much quieter location to do said thing, away from the prying eyes of female strangers and crowded rooms.Â
Charles sets his glass down on the counter and opens the fridge, listening in on Maxâs heated conversation. Thatâs what he expects it to be; heated. He expects to hear him angry, but what he definitely doesnât expect is to hear Max trying to speak French â a very heavily accented French.Â
âJe ne, uh, parle â shit â pas françaisâŠâ
Charles raises an eyebrow, head still buried in the fridge, obviously taking way too long to make it believable that heâs only there to get a refill.Â
âMrs. Corvetto, I donât speak French⊠Je ne parle pas français!â
Charles canât take it any longer. Max starts to get frustrated, he can hear it in the tone of his voice. He closes the fridge and turns to the Dutchman. He raises his hand to wave at Max, grabbing his attention. Pointing to the phone, he asks, âNeed any help?â
Max lets out a sigh, lowering the phone from his ear to hand it over to Charles. âThank fuck. Itâs my neighbor. Normally she speaks English, but sheâs freaking out and I donât know why. She never calls me, only when thereâs an emergency.â
âMrs. Corvetto, you said?â Charles asks as he takes the phone, already hearing the frantic voice of Maxâs neighbor coming through the device and he hasnât even put it anywhere close to his ear. When Max nods, he brings the phone up, making sure not to bring it too close to his ear, before he kind of shouts, âMadame Corvetto?â
He doesnât get a direct reply from the woman, but what he does hear makes his blood run cold. He freezes on the spot, arm with the phone lifted in the air, hovering somewhere near his head. Charles just stares at Max as Mrs. Corvetto continues to shout over the phone in rapid French.Â
âOh, God, what is it?â Max groans. âItâs Mr. Corvetto, right? I knew it. Iâm telling you, never move into an apartment next to elderly people. Itâs justâ Why does she call me? What the hell can I do? Doesnât she need to call an ambulance or something? Or, I donât know, her family, orââ
âMax.â Charles interrupts Maxâs ranting. He ends the phone call, cutting off Mrs. Corvettoâs panicked yelling with a simple press of his thumb. He stares at the blue-eyed man in front of him. âYour apartment is on fire.â
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Sometimes I feel that weight, I hold that in my chest
Sometimes I hold it back, other times I'm blessed
I love the song and I used to listen to it everyday thinking about a crush that broke my heart but these lyrics mean something else to me now. Sometimes it gets so heavy on my chest, so much more than sometimes to be honest, and I don't know what to do with it. Cruel amount of intense emotions and unbearable thoughts with unwanted memories wash over me all at once, I just feel like dying. To be exact I really wanna unalive myself in these moments because I don't want to feel them, I just want to escape and I much rather feel nothing at all. That's why I try to numb myself lately. Just trying to numb my brain with stupid videos or sleep just because I want to run away from myself. But you can't really run away from yourself, can you? Or you can only run away so much. As much as I want, I also know that one can not get rid of her past. And as you run faster it will catch up to you. There is no escape. So I said enough is enough. I am courages enough to face my fears. I am all grown now. I feel like a new person and I gave myself permission to be sad and depressed and took a rest. But I feel hopeful today and I feel like maybe its not that bad you know? Maybe I can have a beautiful life. Maybe I can build myself a beautiful life and maybe there is no rush? Maybe I am not a loser because I don't have a special someone? Maybe I am not a loser because I live with my family in a not nice neighborhood? Maybe I am not a loser because I don't have a car? Maybe I am not a loser because I haven't travel the world. Maybe none of these shit really matter and I am just being stupid by giving myself hell for not doing what the society wants. I am not cool in terms of what cools on Instagram. But I don't really care about these stuff, they don't bother me. They just bother me because I feel like I don't fit in and I want to fit in like everybody else does. But in reality I am comfortable and content. I am not running out of time. I got all the time in the world. I am not late to anything. I should rise above from all of this mess and focus on what makes me feel good. I know better than that. I know better than that.
Anyway I actually wanted to write about the funeral I went to today and cried a lot. It made me really sad. Then I went to a dinner with my new team and hang out with them. And I felt really happy, comfortable and at peace. The energy they were giving were so positive and they were such good and down to earth people. I felt like I belong there. Felt like I found my people and my place. Not specifically those people but genuine people with good intentions. I really understood what they meant by the people and the energy around you can really lift you up or bring you down. So they lift me up from a very deep depression without even knowing without even trying. That is the part I felt blessed. And I haven't felt that in a very long time.
Another thing that punched me in the stomach is remembering tomorrow is my dad's birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. THIS IS THE FIRST BIRTHDAY WE DON'T GET TO CELEBRATE. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO TELL YOU. I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I WISH YOU WERE STILL HERE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CARE. I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH IT. YOU ARE FOREVER IN MY HEART. I REALLY WISH I COULD BUY YOU A BIRTHDAY GIFT AGAIN. I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN AND HUG YOU AGAIN. WE WILL BE TOGETHER SOON ENOUGH AND I HOPE I WILL GET TO TELL YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING. YOU WOULD BE SO PROUD AND HAPPY FOR ME. MAYBE YOU ARE ALREADY. YOU WERE THE BEST DAD TO ME. I WISH I COULD BE NICER TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. YOU WILL BE 56 FOREVER. I WILL ALWAYS CARRY YOU IN MY HEART.
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The Wrong Lifetime â Epilogue // Wanda Maximoff
chapter fourteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad
authorâs note: the final part is here! thanks again to everyone who stuck around with this fic, i really appreciate it đđ now enjoy!!
The sound of a rooster crowing pulled me from my slumber and I groaned when I realised I definitely wasn't getting back to bed anytime soon.
Quiet laughter came from beside me and I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Wanda was finding my disgruntled self entertaining.
"I said yes to the chickens," I mumbled tiredly, not opening my eyes as I stupidly thought it would let me contain my sleep for a little bit longer, "but I should have drawn the line at the rooster."
Her fingers grasped my shoulder as she rolled over to hover above me. I squinted through my tired eyes, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she looked down at me. Despite how much of a morning person I wasn't, I appreciated how beautiful she looked with bed hair and a nightie.
"Shut up," she said jokingly, and I closed my eyes again. "You love them."
I rolled my eyes beneath closed lids. "I'd love to cook them, sure."
She slapped my shoulder gently. "Don't talk about Nikolai, Vanya and Sonia like that!"
A smile ghosted my lips. The first thing she'd done when getting the damn chickens was name them the most Sokovian names she could think of â I shouldn't have expected anything less. Though, now it meant she was extremely attached to them.
"My apologies, love," I mumbled.
She hummed disapprovingly before putting her whole body weight on top of me and hugging me. I sighed contently, resting an arm around her waist and appreciating the feeling of her so close to me. I could have fallen back asleep in this position if it wasn't for Wanda's wide-awake, curious self. Why did she have to be such a morning person?
"So, what are your plans for today?" she asked, fingers scratching against my shoulder blade tenderly.
I exhaled calmly. "I'm going to attempt to fall back asleep right now... then I'll let you know afterwards when I wake up."
She didn't say anything after that, and I was stupid to believe I'd gotten away with it because she suddenly got up and straddled me, jumping up slightly and startling me awake.
"Wake up!" she ordered, too hyper for my sleepy self.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes and finally opening them to see her looking down at me with a grin, hair falling around her face. There was a hint of annoyance in my expression as I narrowed my eyes, but she ignored it as she rested her hands on my chest.
"I hate you," I muttered.
"You're up now, so let's do something," she insisted, making me roll my eyes. "We should go on a walk. It's pretty outside. The sun's rising and it'll be fun!"
The sun's rising because its bloody dawn and that damn rooster crows at the same time every day, leaving me disgruntled and annoyed.
But of course, I didn't have the energy to explain that to Wanda, so I simply shook my head and closed my eyes. "Maybe tomorrow, Wanda."
She suddenly leaned down, jolting me slightly and making me open my eyes. She was inches away from my face as she pouted.
"Not tomorrow, now!" she exclaimed loudly, before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my face.
I sighed, keeping her stable by resting a hand on her waist, but not appreciating the fact that falling asleep would definitely be a challenge now.
"I love you, Wanda, but please keep it down," I said quietly, still not used to her energy so early in the morning.
"Tell me what I can do to wake you up," she said sternly, stopping kissing me and sitting upright again.
"Absolutely nothing, love."
"Oh? Nothing?"
I hummed and closed my eyes again, getting used to her weight on top of me and deciding I could probably fall back asleep if she was quiet long enough. Wishful thinking, of course.
Her fingers found mine and she slowly lifted my hand, putting it underneath her dress and on her thigh. I knew what she was doing â it was cute â but it wouldn't work.
Not even bothering to open my eyes, I said, "Wanda, darling, we've been together for three years. I am able to resist your charm, believe it or not."
"Really?" she asked challengingly, letting go of my hand and resting hers on my shoulders. "I don't believe you."
Before I could counter her with a response, she leaned down and began nibbling on my ear softly. It was a sensation I was familiar with, but I refused to let her get her way, so I ignored her stubbornly. She knew me too well though, as she let go of my ear and trailed kisses down my neck before sucking on the skin sensually. Admittedly, I was a lot more awake then I was thirty seconds ago, definitely aroused by the gorgeous woman on top of me, but she couldn't win this. Not when she was playing very unfairly.
"Wanda," I said with a warning tone, squeezing her thigh and signalling for her to stop.
I should have figured that would provoke her even more, as she manoeuvred herself so her knee was now pressing between my legs. I'm ashamed to admit that I gasped into her shoulder at the sudden pressure, and judging from the quiet laugh she let out, she was very much aware of the effect she had on me.
"I told you you couldn't resist," she said knowingly, raising her head from my neck so she could meet my eyes.
Hers were darkened with pleasure and mischievousness, darting to my lips. I glared at her.
"I really hate you."
She shook her head, tongue wetting her lips, as a playful smirk stared down at me. "No you don't. Now lose the nightdress, moya lyubov' (my love)."
I tried to retort, but she closed the gap between us, lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. I definitely didn't mind being woken up like this...
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After actually getting out of bed, I reluctantly agreed to go on a walk with Wanda, strolling around our premises and making the most of the countryside we lived in. As much as I didn't want to admit, I was glad she'd dragged me outside, since the morning stroll only made me appreciate our home more.
When we returned, Wanda went to her studio whilst I made us some tea in the kitchen, hoping to warm us up after the slight chill in the Autumn air. I joined her soon enough, smiling when I saw how involved she was with her work in no time. The studio was big enough for her to make a mess and it not seem so messy since it was spacious enough. I shouldn't have expected any different â Wanda couldn't tidy up to save her life.
"One day I'm going trip over your things," I announced as I stepped over some loose materials by the door, teacup and saucer in hand.
She chuckled, though her attention was still on her painting. "When that day finally comes, I'll clean up. Promise."
"Of course," I muttered sarcastically.
I stopped behind her and studied the painting she was working on. It was a close-up of a flower bed, with intricate details being put in the flowers themselves and ladybirds flying around. Wanda sensed my presence and accepted the tea from my hand, smiling at me gratefully before blowing on it to cool it down.
"Is this that commission you got last week?" I asked curiously.
She nodded, unaware of the paint streaks on her face. I rested a hand on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling at how adorable she was.
"The guy is paying double for me to put twelve ladybirds in the painting," she explained with amusement. "He wants to be able to count every single one."
I snorted with laughter. "Wow. That's very strange."
She shrugged, though I knew she was thinking the same. "A commission's a commission... is it evil if I only put eleven in?"
I laughed, nodding. She glanced up at me with a bright smile on her lips.
"It's very evil," I told her, before squeezing her shoulder.
She grabbed my hand on her shoulder, holding it comfortingly. "D'you want to do some gardening later?"
"Sure. I've just gotta do some work on my manuscript first. The writer's block is real."
"Of course," she said, giving me a knowing look. "Best-selling authors don't just become best-selling authors without putting in the work."
I rolled my eyes at her comment, but a smile played on my lips. "I'm leaving now."
She chuckled and I pressed a kiss to her cheek, trying not to get paint on my lips.
"Good luck with the writing," she said as I began to leave.
"And you with the painting," I called back.
Today was nothing special â probably a regular day when it came to Wanda and I's lives â but it made me smile. If the past three years had taught me anything, it was to be grateful for the mundane.
After Wanda broke things off with Y/B/N, it took a while for both of our families to recuperate. In their eyes, Y/B/N had broken things off because he wasn't interested in Wanda anymore, hence our parents' reaction. And Wanda's parents were upset because they believed it was her fault that Y/B/N wasn't interested, hence their reaction.
Our relationship with the Maximoffs was inescapable though, since Y/B/N and I were authors of theirs, so we had to mend what was broken. The only person who knew the truth about Wanda breaking it off with Y/B/N, apart from me and him, was Pietro. He didn't know why, but he knew that it was Wanda's choice.
After things calmed down between our families and everybody's anger had faded, around about the time that my second book was released, I'd saved enough money from the sales to buy a place of my own. With my father's help, I was able to buy a cottage in the countryside â the perfect place for privacy and to do my writing.
It was surprising that I got help from my dad, since I half expected him to be against the idea. But he was so proud of me for achieving all I had that he was happy to help. So, I got my own place and the first thing I did was invite Wanda to live with me. Nobody really saw it as more than two friends living together, especially since Wanda had started selling her paintings under a male pseudonym. Her parents were only reluctant because they wanted her to get married, but after she told them that she didn't want to and stood her ground, they left her alone.
I think they realised that they couldn't exactly stop her, and if they tried to, they'd lose their daughter in the process. So, to Wanda and I's excitement, we were moving in together...
"Are we there yet?" Wanda asked for the millionth time.
"Terpeniye (patience)," I told her, and felt her smile beneath my hands that were covering her eyes.
"Nice pronunciation," she commented, and I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not.
We finally stopped before the cottage and I was buzzing with excitement. I'd chosen it with Wanda in mind, a surprise for her, since I knew she'd only ever wanted to live in a place like this. What better way to give her that then now with me?
"Okay, this is it," I announced, removing my hands from her face.
I stepped beside her, leaning forward to see her reaction. She was raising her eyebrows with surprise, taking in the appearance of the front of the cottage. It was in a lovely field with tall trees and colourful flowers surrounding it. Vines had overgrown the bricks, but it looked stunning and I hoped Wanda would think the same.
Her lips curved upwards into a grin of disbelief. "This is it? This is ours?"
I pulled the key from my pocket and held it out towards her. "It is. All ours."
She laughed wholeheartedly, jumping up with excitement before grabbing the key and pulling me into a hug. I laughed alongside her, returning the hug, before pressing a kiss to her cheek and motioning to the door.
"Do the honours and I'll show you around," I told her with a smile.
She was practically beaming as she moved to the door, opening it. Her excitement only intensified when she saw the living-room it extended into, a large fireplace in the centre of the back wall and the furniture already in place.
"We can change the décor," I told her as I showed her around. "This came with the place, but we can change it up to however we want."
"I love it."
I intertwined our fingers, admiring the sparkle of delight in her blue eyes as she looked around the place eagerly. That was the look that made this whole thing worth it.
"You've not even see the best bit," I said, before tugging her into the hallway. "There's a kitchen and our bedroom and of course, a study for me, but this is the bit I know you'll love."
She watched with curiosity but allowed me to skip the other rooms and show her the room that I envisioned as her art studio. It was a spacious room, filled with random, old furniture from the previous owners, but I ignored it and stepped further inside, facing Wanda.
"This can be your studio!" I exclaimed, motioning around me. "Look, here can be where your desk can be." I pointed to the left wall, the space in front of it. "You can get some shelves put here for your supplies. And hereâ" I pointed to the space before the window at the back, "âis where you can paint on your easels. The natural light will be perfect!"
She followed my every move, hanging onto my every word, and nodded along with a joyful expression.
"I can't believe you've already thought about it," she admitted.
"Come here," I said, waving my hand for her to join me. She did and I wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping before the window. "You see that?"
"The perfect view," she realised, eyes wide as they took in the view of the garden, which I planned to show her next. "It's beautiful."
"You can paint everything there," I said with a nod. "The trees. The flowers. And this place isn't far from the train station, so we can take some day trips, too."
She leaned into my side gratefully. "Y/N, I love it. All of it."
My heart fluttered as she said that, it being all I wanted to hear.
"We can also get the coop for the chickens you wanted," I reminded her, before pointing out the window. "Right there. We'll get fresh eggs and they're cute â what's not to love?"
She pulled apart, arms still laced around me, and I waited to see what she thought. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight coming from the window, matching the smile on her lips. Then she moved forward quickly, kissing me hard and leaving me no chance to react before she pulled away.
"I have no words," she said softly, caressing my cheek. "I'm so grateful."
My face was warm as I smiled shyly. "I'm glad. You know I'd do anything for you."
Her smile widened as she leaned in again. "Thank you."
Moving in with her was the best thing to happen to me, and my dream of being published had come true, so that was saying a lot. We both knew we could never get married and be together in public, but this was the next best thing. We had our own little slice of heaven to merely be, and it was perfect. She could paint as much as she liked and I could write as much as I liked, the two of us making a living and not having to rely on husbands we didn't love.
The only people who knew about the truth of our relationship was Steve. I knew I could never trust my family with the truth, knowing liking women was very different to becoming a writer. So, I was content with them living in denial about why Wanda and I lived together. Wanda was the same with her parents, but it was a few months into moving in when she decided she wanted to tell Pietro.
I was obviously hesitant, since Pietro was a standup guy, the reason I was even as successful as I was, but I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with discovering his sister liked women and I was the one she was with. Wanda was certain he'd understand though, since he was her twin and would only want the best for her. Plus, according to her, he loved me, so he wouldn't have a problem with it.
He was her twin at the end of the day, and nobody knew him better than her, so I trusted her to tell him and decided we could do it at dinner, inviting both him, Steve and Peggy over. Peggy didn't know about Wanda and I either, but I wanted to tell her, so we decided to do it together...
"We've been here three times and it still makes me jealous how peaceful it is," Peggy complimented as the five of us sat around the kitchen table. "No annoying neighbours. No nosy townspeople. It's perfect."
"Thank you," Wanda said with a friendly smile. "That's why we love it, too."
"Are you all finished?" I asked, standing up to grab mine and Wanda's plates.
"Oh, please, let me help," Pietro offered, about to stand up, but I shook my head.
"It's okay, I've got it," I politely declined, before stacking the plates together to take to the sink.
I glanced at Wanda and she gave me a knowing look before clearing her throat and looking to her brother.
"Piet, can you help me with something in my studio?" she asked him casually. "There's a lightbulb I can't quite reach."
He nodded and wiped his face with his napkin. "Er, sure." He looked to everyone else. "If you'll excuse me."
The two of them left the kitchen, leaving me with Steve and Peggy. I distracted myself with putting the plates in the sink before popping the kettle on, knowing they'd want tea.
"Dinner was lovely, Y/N, thank you for tonight," Steve started, easing the tension he knew I was feeling. I'd told him my intentions before inviting them and he was completely okay with the idea. "You and Wanda seem to be more and more comfortable every time we come here."
I leaned against the counter as I smiled gratefully at him, knowing he was giving me an opening to tell Peggy the truth.
"Yeah, we are," I said, eyes flickering to Peggy's as she watched on with interest. "We, er..."
My mouth went dry as the words I'd practiced in the mirror this morning escaped me. I'd only ever told Steve about Wanda and I, and that was by accident. I knew Peggy wouldn't judge me, but it was still terrifying to admit.
"Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?" Peggy asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sorry..." I just had to say it. No more overthinking. "Wanda and I are together. As more than more friends. I'm in love with her."
Peggy raised her brows with surprise, barely believing it, but then she glanced at Steve and knew I was being serious. I let out a breath of relief, glad that I'd finally said it.
She stood up from her seat and I was half-afraid she'd leave altogether, but she didn't. She walked to me and pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me gently.
"Thank you for trusting me with such an important thing," she said, pulling away and smiling at me gently. "I guess it makes sense. You both compliment each other well and make each other happy. It's beautiful to see."
"Thank you," I said, returning her smile. "That means a lot coming from you."
She nodded and glanced at her husband. "I take it Steve already knew."
He raised his hands in defence. "Hey, I basically figured it out myself!"
She rolled her eyes playfully and I couldn't help but laugh.
"He did," I backed him up. "And he was the only person to know, so I owe him a lot. He gave me the support I wanted when I had nobody else."
Peggy smiled endearingly at Steve before looking to me with kind eyes. "Well, now you're not alone. You have me, too."
"I know. I'm glad."
"Does anybody else know? Or is it just Steve and I?" she asked hesitantly.
"Just you two," I explained. "My family would never understand. Especially with Wanda and her history with my brother. Same with her family. But she's actually telling Pietro about us now. I can only hope he'll take it well."
Peggy was certain as she said, "I'm sure he will."
I made tea for all of us and joined Peggy and Steve at the table as we waited for the Maximoff twins' return. Eventually, Wanda returned with her brother in tow and judging by the smile on her face, I could only hope it went well. Though I noticed the tear streaks on her cheeks and joined her side with mild concern.
"Are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her hand, but I didn't get chance to hear a response as I felt myself being lifted off the ground.
"Y/N!" Pietro exclaimed in my ear, hugging me from behind. "Welcome to the family, sestra (sister)!"
He set me down and stepped beside his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and tugging her close. A grin was directed my way as Wanda's cheeks dusted pink. She was glowing with happiness, her brother's opinion mattering the most, and it warmed my heart to witness.
"I see things went well," I noticed, before smiling at Pietro. "Thank you, Pietro. It means a lot to have your support. Though you know this doesn't make me your sister, right?"
"Yet," he pointed out, making me sigh. "You know, I always suspected you had the hots for my sister, but I could never be sure."
Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, especially when Steve and Peggy laughed from the sidelines.
"Wanda's happiness is all that matters to me," he continued, looking to his sister with a genuine smile. "I'm glad she picked the right Y/L/N."
I chuckled awkwardly, eyes falling to a nervous Wanda. "Me and you both, mate." He laughed, patting me on the back, and I gave him an appreciative nod. "Seriously, though, thank you, Pietro. Your approval means a lot."
"No problem," he said with a shrug. "I'm always here if you need me."
"As are we," Peggy added, before looking to Wanda. "Both of you. Anything you need, ever, just let us know. It's what we're here for."
"Thank you," Wanda said for both of us, and when she looked my way, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.
We were lucky that the most important people in our lives knew the truth about us and were supportive. We couldn't have asked for anything more.
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As promised, after spending the morning on my manuscript and Wanda with her commission, we went into the garden to do some gardening. And by we, I meant I was doing it as she attempted to help out beside me.
"Hey, I think there's something stuck here," Wanda said, fingers stuck in a pot of soil.
"Then pull it out," I said like it was obvious, trying not to laugh.
I continued to rake the plant beds before me so I could eventually plant some vegetable seeds when Wanda's adamant voice spoke up again.
"I think you should check it out, Y/N, I can't seem to get it."
"Wanda..."
"Come on!" she insisted, and I sighed dramatically before dropping my rake and heading towards her.
Kneeling down beside her, I took a peek in the plant pot and put my hand in, rooting around until my fingers found something metal.
"It seems to be a ring," I realised, pulling it out and dusting the soil off it. "Maybe the suppliers of the soil dropped it in accidentally. Or maybe a bird dropped it in the pot without you realising..." I chewed on my lip with thought. "Huh. Well, here you go."
I gave it back to Wanda and prepared myself to stand back up, but Wanda groaned and facepalmed.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" I asked with an amused smile.
She looked up at me through parted fingers. "It's my ring."
"How many times have I told you to stop wearing rings when we're gardening?!" I said questioningly, shaking my head. "Stuff like this always happens!"
She rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky. "Why am I in love with an idiot?"
"Wandaâ"
"It's for you," she said, holding out the ring.
I furrowed my brows. "Well, why didn't you justâ wait." My eyes widened as I realised what she was implying, feeling stupid for not realising sooner. "Is thisâ are youâ huh?"
Wanda swallowed nervously before clutching the ring tightly and meeting my gaze. "I've been in love with you for a long time, you know that," she said softly, her accent thick with emotion. "The time we've spent here in our little safe haven has been the best of my life. And I... I know we live in a world that won't let us be together. But that hasn't stopped us."
My heart was hammering in my chest as Wanda offered me a small, nervous smile. We'd never talked about marriage since we were so content in our little bubble, but clearly she'd thought about it without me knowing. I guess I had, too. But I never expected either of us to do anything about it.
"I know we can never really be married, but what is marriage if not a union between two people who are in love anyway? I mean, we basically already have that." She snickered to ease her nerves, then licked her lips shakily, eyes tearing up. "I'm asking you to marry me and if you say yes, I'll know you're my wife and that's all that'll matter... so Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?"
I didn't even need to think about it. Wanda was the love of my life and just like she'd said, the past three years had been the best. We could never truly be married in the eyes of the world, but she'd be my wife and that would be enough. She'd always be enough.
"Of course I will, Wanda," I answered, tears of happiness slipping from my eyes.
She raised her eyebrows. "Yes? You said yes?"
I laughed, nodding, and leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the favour, salty tears mingling between our lips, but it didn't matter because she was going to be my wife and that's all I could think about.
Our smiles broke the kiss and I wiped her tears away with my thumb before pressing another kiss to her lips.
"Here, let me put this on you," she said between laughter, hands fumbling as she tried to find mine.
I put out my hand and let her slide the ring on my finger. It was a simple silver band with a small, elegant gemstone sat on top, perfect for someone like me who didn't like anything too flashy.
"It's beautiful, Wanda, thank you," I said, smiling through my tears.
"I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I wasn't sure you'd say yes," she admitted.
"Are you joking? Why wouldn't I?" I asked with an exploding happiness in my chest. "I'm so bloody in love with you, Wanda Maximoff."
She laced our fingers together as she nodded in agreement. "That's good. Because I'm in love with you, too."
And when she said that, it wasn't unlike anything she'd told me before. If she wasn't telling me she loved me, she was showing me in all sorts of ways. But this was different... this was the first time she'd told me as my fiancé. And then she'd soon be my wife. And it made me realise.
I'd spent so long thinking that if we were in a different life, we could have had it all. But we were getting it all now, so maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the wrong lifetime after all.
FIN.
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deadly agenda âą myg
min yoongi is a dangerous man. youâre a manipulative wife. together, you two are a deadly duo, and you both have your own agenda.
pairing â emperor!yoongi x wife!malereader ft. king-husband!taehyung
genres â angst, sexual themes, royalty!au, strangers-to-lovers!au
warnings â age-gap (reader is 20, yoongi is 28), swearing, degrading terms, mentions of death, feminization, descriptions of murder, sexual themes, infidelity, betrayal, slight voyeurism, yoongi is intimidating and reader is manipulative, basically theyâre just plain evil
authorâs note â i hate tumblrâs new update. i had more to write (not enough for a part two) but couldnât because of the new 250 text box rule. but as for this story, this is probably the longest one iâve written so far and the one iâm most proud of. anyway, hope you all enjoy and sorry for taking so long to upload this, took lots of planning and rewriting, plus iâve been busy with school too.
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Min Yoongi is a cautious, yet observant man.
Whoever steps foot in his palace, he makes sure to know everything about them. Who they are, theyâre background, appearance, and how they approach him. Each and every thing can help him learn who he can trust, and who he cannot, who are his alliesâand who are his enemies.
Yoongi stood by his palaceâs entrance, accompanied with his guards and greeted his special guests, one by one as they walked up his homeâs grand steps. He makes sure to take notes on each and every personâs facial expression, their appearance, chosen attire, and the certain way they walk up to him.
Anything could benefit him into knowing them. Their wealth and clan can be identified based on their specific appearance and choice of clothing. Their facial expressions help him learn what their true feelings and intentions are towards him that are hidden by their fake smiles and words. And lastly, the way they walk up to him can help him know the type of personality they have, whether that be obedient and innocent, or arrogant and untrustworthy.
The way he learns about his guests have never failed him. That was, until he met you.
Yoongi would be lying if he said he wasnât astonished when his eyes laid on you for the first time. There were many things that left him utterly speechless when meeting you. For one, when his advisor told him that his guest would be bringing his wife, he was expecting a womanânot a man.
Another thing that left Yoongi speechless was your appearance, mostly your attire. You were dressed in feminine-like clothing, silk robes that were decorated with gold jewelry instead of fine material clothing with armor plating like what many men of royalty wear. And you also didnât hold a blade like most men do too. Instead, you held a simple wooden decorative fan.
And lastly, your eyes.
Yoongi has a remarkable judge of character. Maybe not as good when it came to you, but still adequate. On the outside, your eyes were shining with gentleness and a kind greeting. But he could tell there was something else hidden behind themâsomething that left him intrigued by you.
You had an agendaâplans, and Yoongi was determined to find out what they are.
The welcoming feast was extremely dull.
Yoongi absorbed gallons of wine into his system, hoping that would help numb his mind and get through the rest of the evening without having to tear somebodyâs head off from their body.
And apparently you thought the same as he did. Across the table, Yoongi watched as you fanned yourself out of boredom while everyone else were socializing with one another, an unamused facial expression shown on your face. Yoongi couldnât help but chuckle behind his glass when seeing one of the other wives say something to you and you flashed her a quick smile before dropping it back down into a straight line.
It seems his attention on you didnât go unnotice because next thing he knew, your eyes were now on him. Yoongi was expecting hints of disgust or uncomfort from you, but instead he was met with sly smirk and a raised brow.
Yoongi watches intently as you leaned over and whispered into your husbandâs ear. Your husbandâKim Taehyung then stood up from his seat and bowed his head, âExcuse me, your Majesty.â
Yoongi turned his head towards your husband, diverting his attention completely away from you.
âMy wife is not feeling well at the moment, so with your permission, would it be alright if he can take his leave from the feast early?â
The entire dining hall fell silent, shocked expressions plastered on everyoneâs faces at the table.
Nobody has ever dared to leave one of Min Yoongiâs feasts before. Who would want to, right? Itâs considered a great honor for one self and their kingdom to be invited by the Emperor himself to attend one of his events.
Whispers began to spread amongst the guests.
âHow shameless is Kim Taehyungâs wife?â
âWanting to leave the Emperorâs feast early? Utterly shameless I tell you.â
âThat Taehyung needs to discipline his wife.â
âDoesnât he know how important his Majestyâs events are? And he wants to leave just because he isnât feeling well? Unbelievable.â
âHe needs to learn some mannersââ
Anxiety swept across Taehyungâs face when hearing the gossips coming from the other royals, eyes wide and mouth gaped open with panic. âForgive me, your Majesty, I never intended toââ
With just the clear of his throat, everybody fell silent once again and all eyes were now on him. Yoongiâs gaze would shift between you and your husband, curiosity filling his veins when noticing that there wasnât any signs of illness presently visible on you. You werenât trembling, your eyes werenât red and skin wasnât showing any signs of flushness. You looked fine.
That only caused more questions to form in Yoongiâs mind. Like, what do you exactly want, and what is your reason for being here? Because according to his advisor, you werenât even part of the guest list until today. That only raised even more suspicions he had towards you.
And itâs not like he can just throw you outâactually, he can. Itâs just that he doesnât want to because now heâs curious, and he wants to see how things turn out.
âHe can go,â Yoongi says a brief silence, immediately noticing the small smile creeping onto your lips. âBut take him to see the physician and let him check him out,â and then it dropped.
âN-No, your Majesty,â you spoke up, lips parted. âYou donât have to do thatââ
âYouâre feeling unwell, right?â Yoongi then asks, smirking at the silence he got in reply. âWell, you should let my physician diagnose you then. Donât worry though, youâre in great hands.â
One of his guards that stood by his side approached you and started to guide you to the physicianâs office. And while you were leaving, Yoongi could see the glare coming from you and aimed right at him.
If you wanted to play games with him, heâll play.
Wandering through the palace halls at night was something Yoongi usually does whenever he canât sleep.
And apparently you had the same tendency too.
While mindlessly strolling through his palaceâs hallways, Yoongiâs eyes suddenly landed on your approaching figure, the first thing catching his attention was your choice of clothing. You were dressed in golden inner robes, your sleep-wear, and the material was so thin and transparent that every feature about you was visible to him. The sight of your clear, smooth skin and every curve of your body and muscles made his mouth water. It was like you were purposely dressed like that to seduce him.
Another thing that caught his eye was the small, slightly torn grayish book that was in your grasp, which was where your complete attention was on because you still havenât noticed his presence despite the two of you walking towards the other.
âHello, your Highness,â you jumped out of fear, eyes wide and closing your book when your gaze landed on him. âMay I ask why you are wandering around my palace this late at night?â
âCouldnât sleep,â you simply answered, fingers tight around the cover the book, which only made Yoongi even more curious as to what you were exactly reading. âAnd it seems you are having the same problem as well, am I correct?â
Yoongi only hummed in reply, taking another small step towards you until you two now stood only inchest apart, him towering over you and staring down right at you. âIs there something wrong with your chambers? I can tell my servants to move you and your husband into a more comfortable place for youââ
âNo no, your Majesty,â you were quick to interject. âEverything is perfect. Itâs just that Iâve always had trouble sleeping at another royalâs residence, thatâs all.â
Yoongi couldnât help but find your reason funny, because he has always had trouble sleeping when there were other people staying in his palace.
A brief silence came between you two before Yoongi spoke up once again, âIâll be taking a quick walk around my garden, you can accompany me if you like.â He didnât wait for your reply before leaving, but when hearing the sound of your footsteps behind him right after, a smirk grew on his lips.
âYou know, you never really introduced yourself when we first met,â Yoongi then brought up while the two of you made your way to the gardens.
âForgive me, your Majesty,â you bowed your head apologetically before replying, âMy name is ___, Kim ___.â
âItâs a great pleasure to meet you, Kim ___,â Yoongi reached down and took your hand into his, pressing a soft, yet tender kiss on the back of your palm, smirking at the evident blush forming on your cheeks. âAnd Iâve got to say, you are looking quite well for someone that claimed to be feeling sick not even three hours ago,â and that is when your smile dropped.
âMustâve been my anxiety,â you were quick to reply back, your eyes never leaving his. âAfter all, I am staying at the Emperorâs palace for the first time.â
Yoongi was impressed honestly, he had to admit. For everything he had to say against you, you had something say right back at him. There isnât a lot of people who have that type of skill to think of wordsâbelieveable words right on the spot. Anybody would believe what you were sayingâtoo bad he isnât just anybody.
âMust be...,â Yoongi just says, eyeing you slightly. His gaze then shifted onto the book in your hand. âWhat are you reading there?â
âOh this,â you held the book up, âItâs called Flowers of the Regionâa guide to every type of flower that is grown and can be found in both the South and the North. Itâs my favorite book.â
âWell, thatâs fortunate,â Yoongi points out, âyou like flowers, and we so happen to be going to my garden. Whatâs your favorite flower?â
âLily of the Valley,â you answer with a smile. âHave you heard of it?â
âI have,â Yoongi replied, his interest towards you growing even more. Lily of the Valley, despite the beautiful features of the white flower, it is proven to be quite deadly when digested. âThey are only found on top of the Southern mountainsâbut lucky for you, I happen to grow them right here in my garden.â
Your smile grew even wider. âThatâs great.â
The rest of the walk to the gardens was in silence with you trailing forward while Yoongi stood back. And with your eyes focused on the path in front of you, Yoongi couldnât help but send glances at you every once in a while, his eyes burning into your back, admiring at the clear view your smooth skin through the thin, transparent material of your inner robes.
He surely needs to give whoever crafted your sleepwear a raiseâand a big one too.
When the two of you finally got to the gardens, you were left instantly speechless at the sight of the many plots of different flowers, ranging from beautiful, vibrant ones that were quite common to dark, mysterious ones that youâve never even seen before.
Yoongi couldnât deny how adorable you looked though when seeing his garden for the first time, eyes wide, shining with admiration and your mouth gaped open.
âThis is beautiful,â you gasped, leaning down and running your fingers delicately over some flowers.
âThank you,â Yoongi stood beside you, âI make sure my gardeners take good care of this place.â
Silenced filled the atmosphere as Yoongi stood back and silently watched you admiring the many flowers. Normally heâd be annoyed for someone touching his property, but for some odd reason when it came to you he didnât mind so much. Perhaps itâs because this might be the only way for him to get close to you and learn about your true intentionsâor maybe he just really wants to fuck you.
Yoongi found himself once again staring at you, watching as you bent over to get a closer look at one of the flowers, giving him a perfect view of your ass and hips, both in which he wants to grab and caress with his large hands.
âSo,â Yoongi spoke up after some silence, âhow exactly did you become the new Lady Kim?â
Yoongi instantly noticed the way your body tensed from his question. âI was his Highnessâs personal servant. When his wife suddenly passed away, he was a complete mess and I was the only one that stayed by his side through the entire mourning process. I was the one that comforted him whenever he was feeling down, I made sure he was taking care of himself and helped him with his royal duties.â
Yoongi then noticed your shoulder slumping. âAfter about a month or so, he started seeking me for a...different kind of comfort.â Sex. âSoon later he decided to make his new wifeâthe new Lady Kim.â
âYou donât seem so happy about the change in position,â Yoongi commented, âIâm sure this is much better than being a simple servant. Youâre a royal now.â
âOh, I am,â you quickly corrected him, âBut being a man and having a feminine title can sometimes make things complicated.â
âWell then, donât make them complicated.â Yoongi suggested, âYouâre not a servant anymore, youâre a royal. They may not respect you now, but you have the power to make them do so.â
âDonât worry, I know,â you told him sternly. âTheyâll learn to respect me. Whether that be the hard way or the easy wayâitâs their choice. So you better watch out, your Majesty, or something bad might happen to you,â you laughed softly.
Yoongi released a forceful chuckle, eyes briefly squinting at you suspiciously. It may have sound like a harmless joke, but to him, he could hear the small hints of truth behind them. âOh trust me, I will. I wouldnât want you as an enemy.â
âAnd you as well,â you replied, eyeing him back.
Silence came between you two again, Yoongi leaving you to inspect his garden in peace while he stood back and watched you. It wasnât until an hour has passed you spoke up again, yawning, âwe should head back to bed, your Majesty. We have that conference in the morning with the other royals and we need the energy.â
âYouâre right,â Yoongi agreed, nodding and stepping aside so that you could walk ahead of him and back inside the place with him following right beside you. âLet me walk you back to your room.â
You didnât say anything, only held your head low to hide the small grin on your face as the both of you made your back to the chambers. And as you two got closer to your destination, you both were froze at the sound of moaning.
Yoongi was confused at first as who it could be, but when turning to you and seeing the hardened expression on your face, he knew.
âO-Oh, Taehyungâf-faster, please!â
Yoongi was speechless. He knew many royals took on concubines while being married, but he didnât know someone could so shameless as to bringing them to another personâs residence alongside their spouse. âYour Highnessââ
âDonât bother, your Majesty,â you spoke calmly, eyes hard and emotionless. âIâm use to it by now and it doesnât really bother me anymore.â
âReally, it doesnât?â
You shook your head. âAt first it did, but after sleeping with my husband so many times I have learned that the only person he cares to satisfy is himself.â
Yoongi couldnât help but chuckle. What kind of husband doesnât have the desire to satisfy is own wife? Maybe he should take you to his chambers and show you exactly what youâre missing. âWell, I-Iâm still sorry for you.â
You simply shrugged your shoulders, âit doesnât matter, your Majesty. Have a good night.â
Yoongi watched as you then opened the door went inside the chamber, causing your husband and the woman to stop and look at you with wide eyes.
âDonât mind me,â you said to them, not even bothering to glance at them, shocking Yoongi. âIâll be on the balcony reading my book. Just let me when you two are done.â
Taehyungâs attention instantly went back to the woman that was straddling his lap when hearing your words, hands kneading her breasts and hips and started thrusting back up into her, causing moans to erupt from both of them. Yoongi didnât why, but the sight of them made his blood boil.
Maybe he should go in there and fuck you in front of your husband? Thatâll show him what he is missing out.
Yoongi continued to watch through the crack in the door as you walked past the couple and went onto the balcony. And once you were out of his sight, thatâs when he finally got a clear view of the woman on your husbandâs lap, and he instantly recognized her. She was one of the servants that accompanied you and Taehyung here. Yoongi distinctly remembered seeing her earlier today, serving you tea after you got back from seeing the physician.
Yoongi glared at the couple, scoffing at the sight. What did that Kim Taehyung see in that whore of a servant that you donât have?
You are far more enticing than she is.
Taking one last glance at the shameless couple, Yoongi retreated back to his chambers. And while he did so, his mind suddenly went back to you. How did someone so...unique end up with a man like Kim Taehyung? Heâs a weak person, a shame to royal blood. You deserve to be with someone with real power, someone who would never leave you unsatisfied, both physically and emotionally. Someone like me.
Yoongi could feel himself harden just from the thought of you.
Damn you for having this type of power over me, his mind cursed. Yoongi has slept with countless of other royals before, both men and women, and he has never encountered someone like you.
You are truly something else.
âDamn,â Yoongi mumbled out to nobody in particular, palming himself through his robes. âHow the hell am I going to get rid of this?â
And right on queue, a young servant boy just happened to be walking right by Yoongi when the question ran through his head.
âStop,â was all he said, making the servant boy freeze in his place.
âY-Yes, your Majesty?â
Yoongi took slow, intimidating steps towards him until he was towering over him, using his hands to cup his chin and forcing the servant boy to meet his eyes. âHow would you feel having the honor of spending the night with your Emperor?â
The servant boy couldnât stop the small smile from forcing on his face. âI-I would love that, your Majesty.â
That was Yoongi needed to hear before leaning down capturing the servantâs boys lips with his, hands moving to his thighs and hoisting him up in his arms and carrying him into his chambers, lips never separating.
âYouâre a eager one, are you?â Yoongi chuckled against the servant boyâs mouth, moving his lips down his neck and forcing a whimpering moan from him.
âI-Itâs my duty to serve y-you, your Majesty.â
That brought a smile on Yoongiâs lips.
Yoongi couldnât find you anywhere the next day.
He couldnât find at you breakfast, he couldnât find you during the conference with the other royals and their wives, and he couldnât find you at lunch. Now as dinner was approaching, there still wasnât any sign of you anywhere.
But he had no problem finding your husband. Wherever he saw Taehyung, he saw that whore of a servant trailing behind him like a petâbut you no where to be seen.
Yoongi thought about approaching him to ask about your whereabouts, but he couldnât help but think of the consequences that would happen afterwards. But that still didnât stop him from sending glares at the younger royal and the servant every now and then, which didnât go unnotice by either of them.
âIs there something wrong, your Majesty,â Taehyung finally asks, breaking the tensed silence between the two of them. âYouâve been staring at me all day today and havenât said a single word.â
âOh nothing,â Yoongi simply replies, eyes still trained on him while twirling his glass of wine. âJust wondering where your wife is at right now, since everyone else is here. Is he still not feeling well from last night?â
For a very very brief moment, Yoongi could see panic glinting in his eyes before answering, âo-oh yes, your Majesty, he told me that heâs still feeling unwell so I allowed him stay back in the room.â
Liar, was Yoongiâs first thought, eyes glaring even more at the long, black-haired royal.
Everyone at the table could feel the tension between their Emperor and the young royal, and still no one chose to speak up about it.
Yoongi had a reputation. He is the first ever Emperor to achieve the throne through combat rather than family bloodlineâand he is also the youngest ruler to ever be placed higher than a simple king. But that werenât the only things he was known for. He was also generally known for being intelligent and quite reserved, and cruel if absolutely necessary, and also able to hold a grudge. It may sound simple, but everybody knew that if their Emperor had something against you, your days were limited.
So thatâs why nobody chose to speak up when seeing the menancing glares their Emperor were sending at the youngest and only surviving Kim. Because they knew if they intervened, theyâd only anger him and get on his list, and thatâs the exact opposite of what they want to do.
âYour Majesty,â his advisor suddenly whispered right beside him. âI think it would be a good idea to continue the meeting. Some of your guests has some things to say about the...improvements youâre doing to the North.â
Yoongi clenched his jaw, eyes scanning over Taehyung once more before turning his attention to the other royals. âSure,â he then says, âwhich one of you want to speak first?â
Not even a second later, Park Jimin, ruler of the Park Kingdom stood up from his seat and spoke. âYour Majesty, my council and I believe that the border that you have placed around my region is completely unnecessary.â
âHow so?â Yoongi asks, leaning back against his chair with an amused look on his face. He had to admit that he was impressed that the blonde man was the first to speak up. He may not be the youngest royal out of everyone, but he certainly is the one with the least experience when it came politics.
âFor starters your border cuts right through my kingdomâs river, slicing our water supply in half,â he starts, voice slightly raising. âAnd the amount of wood you required for the construction of the wall resulted in about ninety percent of the forests in my region to be completely cut down, forcing most of my workers into unemployment.â
Yoongi continued to listen closely with his hands laced together and resting on top of his chest, rocking back and forth in his chair with an intent glint in his eyes.
âI also find it completely unfair how your border only crosses over my kingdom but no one elseâs.â Jimin continued to rant, jamming his finger repeatedly angerly against the table while keeping his eye contact with him. âI think itâs not for protection like you have claimed many of times, but as a prison, to keep my people in check. Youâre nothing but aââ
Yoongi slammed his hand heavily onto the table, instantly silencing the young royal and causing everyone to gulp nervously. He may at times find it amusing when someone fights back, but he will never allow anyone to talk down against him, not in his own residence.
âYou think I built that wall as a prison?â Yoongi asks, chuckling when the blonde man didnât reply. âAre you forgetting what happened before I built that wall? Spies from the South would come right into our territories and would gather information on us, murder our people in their sleepâthatâs how your parents died, am I correct? Some spy that sneaked into their palace assassinated them when they were asleep? It would such a shame if the same thing happens to youâafter I take down the wall, of course.â
Yoongi smirked when noticing the seeing Jiminâs jaw clenching and hands angrily balling into fists. âSo donât you ever accuse me again? Because everything I do is for the best of my people, not just yours. The wall is only bordering your land because your land is the only one that connects with the South.â
Jiminâs head hung low, hands unclenching and lips dropping into the frown.
âSo before you come at me, you should make sure that you have all the information, do you understand me?â Jimin nodded and sat down.
Everybody tensed when Yoongi then stood up from his seat and slowly, intimidatingly made his way to Jiminâs chair. And when placing his hands on the younger manâs shoulders, Yoongi couldnât help but chuckle when feeling him jump slightly underneath his touch. âNormally Iâd kill anyone who spoke to me that way,â leaning down, he whispered into Jiminâs ear, sending chills along his pale skin, âbut Iâll let it slide for once since youâre new to this whole thing.â
âT-Thank you, your Majesty.â
With one last pat on the shaking manâs shoulder, Yoongi pulled away, and he was standing straight again, his eyes suddenly fell on your figure who stood near the entrance of the conference hall. But you werenât alone, no, three servants that he couldnât recognize was with you. The four of you seemed to be in a deep conversation, and with everybody focused on him, nobody noticed you.
Yoongiâs eyes slightly squinted out of suspicion when seeing you then bow your head at the three servants, a smile on your face before each of you went your separate ways.
Yoongi is definitely going to look into that.
âNow,â returning his attention back to his guests, Yoongi leaned himself against the table, keeping close to the blonde man that was still trembling. âDoes anyone else have anything to say to me?â
âN-No no, your Majesty,â Jung Hoseok, another royal spoke up, gulping anxiously as he tightened his hand around his wifeâs who sat beside him. âWe have no complaints whatsoever, youâre doing an amazing jobâthe perfect ruler.â
Kiss ass, Yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the table. He then shifted his attention towards your husband and asks, âwhat about you, your Highness? Anything to say?â
Taehyung shook his head. âNo, your Majesty.â
âWhat a bunch spineless people,â Yoongiâs mind scoffed, and he couldnât agree more.
His advisor then rose from his chair and spoke up, âokay everyone, thank you all for attending his Majestyâs annual end of conference feast this year. You may all now return to your rooms and get some rest before heading back to your own residences in the morning.â
Yoongi stayed back and bid farewell to everyone, and once everyone was gone he left the conference hall with only one thing on his mindâyou. He was determined to find out what exactly were you and those three servants were discussing about. Yoongi was so rapt on you that he didnât even hear his advisor calling out of him to come back.
He practically jogged to the chambers hall, heading straight to your room and when he got there, just as he was about barge right through the door he was then stopped by a sudden sound. Moans could be heard on the other side of the doorâfemale moans. Yoongiâs hands were already hovering over the door handle before he opened it slightly to where there was only a crack, giving him the view of seeing your husband with same servant girl from the night before.
Yoongi watches as she claws his back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he place open mouth kisses along her bare chest and thrusted deep into her, causing loud, pleasurable moans to erupt from both of their mouths.
âT-Tae,â the young servant girl gasped, hands running up and down his sweaty back and fingers digging into his marked, glistening skin. âIâm close.â
âMe too, love,â he groaned back, leaning down and capturing her lips into a passionate kiss. âTogether, okay...?â
Utterly shameless, Yoongi shook his head and pushed away from the door with disgust. Just as he was about to continue searching for you, he froze at the sound a voice behind himâa female voice.
âAre you looking for Lady Kim, your Majesty?â
Yoongi turned around and was greeted by one of your servants, hands laced together and hanging in front of her with a wide smile on her face. âNo, Iâm not,â he quickly replied, shaking his head. He expected her to just nod her head and leave, but instead she released a small chuckle and turned around, saying in a soft tone, âfollow me.â
Yoongi was hesitant, eyes burning suspiciously into the servant girlâs back as she began to walk away. But he soon decided to follow her despite the constant warnings that were running through his head at the moment.
The servantâs gaze was trained on the path in front of her, not even bothering to acknowledge the glare she was receiving by platinum-haired man that was trailing right behind her.
The warnings that were consuming Yoongiâs head started to get louder as he continued to follow her deeper into his residence, parts of his home that he hasnât even been in.
Yoongi stopped in his place when the servant led him to a room with dark, double doors. âWhat is this,â he asks with a cold expression, causing the young girl to chuckle and open the door without saying a word to him. He was about to question her even more but when he got to see what was behind the door, leaving him speechless.
Standing right in front him was you, along with over a dozen guards and servants that were from many different kingdoms. Some of the guards and servants were part of the Park Kingdom, some were from the Jung Kingdom, and others were from your own home.
âWhatâs going on here?â Yoongi asks, his eyes glancing across the many different pairs that were staring right back at him.
âThey work for me,â came out of your mouth. âWe are all part of movement that believes that the North needs a change in leadershipâwhich is you. Youâre the only that deserves to rule the North, not these cowards.â
Yoongi was speechless. For once in his life he didnât know to say. For the first time he wasnât the one that was planning in the shadows, plotting against somebodyâbut instead it was people who he has never even met before. âWhy,â was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
âBecause war is coming your Majesty,â you stepped towards him to where you stood only inches away from his face, staring up to meet his eyes. âMy agents told me that the South is planning an invasion into our territory, and the way the other kingdoms are ruling their landâwe wonât survive this war. You are the only one that is capable of leading us to victory.â
Yoongi turned towards your followers. âDo you all agree with him?â
âYes, your Majesty,â one of the guards spoke up. Each and every person then stepped forward and began to speak loudly on their opinions of their leaders.
âPark Jimin is too young to be Kingâhe doesnât know how to rule.â
âHe canât even hold a sword properly.â
âJung Hoseok is a spineless man!â
âDamn right he is! The moment the South comes barging intl his palace, heâll do whatever it takes to save his own skin and not his people.â
âKim Taehyung is shameless bastard who would rather spend his time fucking his servants than leading his own Kingdom.â
Yoongi could see you snicker at that comment.
âHe spends our taxes buying whores instead of using it to improve our home.â
âNone of them belong on the throne!â
âThey are right, your Majesty,â you stared at him with a small smirk on your lips. âOut of everyone, youâre the only that deserves to rule us. You are the one who will lead us to glory.â
Yoongi stared down at you with such desire. He may have found you attractive before, but now he couldnât help but find you utterly irresistible. âSo this isnât just some power trip? Doing all this just to get to the top?â
Yoongi had his suspicions already about the war. He has heard from his own agents that the South were planning on some sort of invasion, but there wasnât any evidence that confirmed that. So sadly he hasnât been able to do any preparationsâat least, none without the other royals knowledge of it.
You shook your head. âI donât care about power, your Majestyâonly survival, and youâre the best way to achieve that.â
âI see,â Yoongi reached up and stroked his chin, âhow would you all do this anyway? Kill the rulers of each Kingdom can be tricky, and what about their heirs?â
âItâs quite easy,â you answered with a small grin. âThey all have their jobs,â you nodded at your followers, âonce they are home and unguarded, that is when theyâll strike. And as for their heirs, well, thatâs not really a problem.â
Yoongi raised a brow. âJung Hoseokâs wife is unable to bare a child, and he also doesnât have any younger siblings to take over. So once he passes, rulership of his Kingdom immediately goes over to you. Same goes for my husband and Park Jimin.â
âI see,â Yoongi hums, biting inside of his cheek. âSo whatâs my job then?â
You smirk. âThe only thing you have to do is have your succession speech ready, your Majesty.â
âBut I have another problem,â Yoongi added. âMany people already disagree with our war with the South. How will we manage to persuade them that this is necessary? Itâll be difficult since three of the four leaders of the North are dead.â
âTrust me, your Majesty,â you spoke with such clarity and a smile on your face. âEverything is planned out and you donât have to worry.â
Yoongi didnât replay, eyes briefly glancing at the people that surrounded him. You mustâve noticed his still cautious state because next thing he knew you were signaling everybody out, telling them to âget some rest and prepare for your departure in the morning.â
âWhy are you doing this exactly?â Yoongi asks the moment you two were alone in the room. âBecause there is no damn way youâre doing this just for survival. I mean,â he suddenly chuckles, âyou are giving complete control of the North. What is your angle here? Are you going to kill me after all this is so that you become Emperor?â Yoongi was starting to get frustrated. He has never had trouble understanding someone before until he met you. And now because of you, his mind was a complete mess.
âThatâs not my intention at all, your Majesty,â smiling up at him, you placed your hand on his shoulder, smirking at the feeling of him tensing underneath your fingertips. âAll I want is for the North, my homeâyour home to finally come out of its shadow that it has been forced to hide in for centuries.â
âAnd you think Iâm the one that can do that?â
âYes,â you nod, fingers dancing across his chest. âIâve read records of previous Emperors and youâre the only that deserves that title. Unlike the other ones, you are resilient, intelligent, ruthless if necessary, and you even fight alongside your men which no other Emperor has done before.â
As each compliment came out of your mouth, Yoongi couldnât help but feel himself starting to get hard underneath his lower robes, and you running your hands seductively over his chest definitely wasnât helping.
âHow should I repay you for your kindness then,â Yoongi found himself melting against your touch, his hands finding their way into your waist. âBecause someone like you definitely deserves an reward for their loyalty.â Yoongi then turns you around in one quick motion, causing you to gasp at the sudden action and feeling his strong chest pressed up against your back and lips brushing against your ear.
A tiny moan escaped from your lips when feeling his hard length suddenly rub against your ass, you yourself starting to get hard as well. âShould I buy you plenty of jewelry, or maybe a large palace just for you?â Yoongi then pushed you up against the wall, smirking at the small gasp that came from you. âOr perhaps,â another moan came out of your mouth when one of his hands slipped underneath your robes and caressed the soft flesh of your behind, âmake you wife?â
Yoongi chuckled when feeling shiver against him. âYeah, you would like that, huh? Being my wife, an Empress, ruling right beside me?â
âY-Yes, your Majesty,â you stuttered out, tilting your head back from the sensation, giving Yoongi the opportunity to lean down and leaving wet, tender kisses along your neck and bare shoulder, leaving dark bruises thatâll be near impossible to cover up tomorrow morning.
âGood,â Yoongi left another mark on your skin, dragging his finger across your ass, teasing your clenching hole with his fingertip. âThen how about weâsecure our deal, then? And when you nodded, that was all Yoongi needed before turning you around to face him and crashing his lips down forcefully onto yours. The kiss was rough, yet tender and filled with lust. With your hands around his neck, Yoongiâs slid down to your thighs and hoisted you up into his arms, deepening the kiss with his lips moving in perfect sync against yours.
The kiss was like a drug that neither of you couldnât get enough of.
âPlease, your Majesty,â you whimpered against his lips, which made Yoongi want you even more than he already did. âCan you please h-hurry?â
Yoongi smirked against your lips, pulling away. âDonât worry, my love, just be patient.â
It was quite ironic though, because Yoongi was everything but patient when it came to you. He couldnât wait any longer. Instead of carrying you all the way to his chamber, he laid you on the closest flat surface which happened to be a table and tore your robes completely off of you, leaving you bare and them in ruins.
Yoongi decided to take his sweet time with you, dragging his lips across your ankles, up your legs to your meaty thighs. He then began to leave open mouth kisses over your abdomen and up your chest, teasing your nipples with his tongue and grazing the wet muscle over your collarbone. Yoongi continued his assault on your body until he reached back up your lips, capturing them this time into a soft, passionate kiss which you gladly returned without a second thought, hands sliding up to his shoulders and helping him strip from his own robes, revealing his pale and toned body.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him, eyeing his define muscles, the way his abs clenched as he climbed onto the table and hovered over you, and the way his biceps bulged as he held himself above you. âY-Your Majestyââ
âYoongi,â he cut you off, pulling away and moving his lips to your throat. âCall me, Yoongi, my love.â
âY-Yoongi,â you tried out, heart warming in both of your chests once hearing his name come out of your mouth. It sounded right coming from you. âPleaseââ
âDonât worry, my love,â Yoongi reassured you, moving his lips back up to yours. âIâm here, Iâm here. Let me show you how it feels to be loved by a real man, yeah?â
The night was then soon filled with nothing but the sound your combined moans, skin slapping and the shared whispers of sweet words between one another.
This was the start of something new.
âT-Taehyung, faster, faster please!â
The sound of the womanâs moans and the bedâs headboard banging against the connecting wall to your room made your blood boil. Your hands clenched into fists and teeth biting angrily down onto your lips.
âBe patient, my love,â you could hear your husband say through the thin wall, making the rage that flowed through your veins grow more. âLet me cherish you, beautiful...â
âYour Highness,â the sound of a manâs voice tore you out of your thoughts, âIâve done what youâve asked me to do.â
âEverythingâs prepared and ready?â
The guard nodded his head once you turned around, âyes, your Highness. The only people remaining in the palace are your loyal followers. Everyone else has been sent home.â
âGood,â only came out of your mouth before leaving your chambers with the guard following closely behind you. You walked over next door and didnât bother knocking before barging right in, your husband and the girl instantly jumping to cover themselves with the thin bedsheets.
âWhat the fuck?!â Taehyung curses loudly, staring at you with wide eyes and wrapping his arms around the girlâs waist, pulling her close. âWhat are you doing here? I told already you that Iâm staying here tonight.â
âI know,â you replied with not even a single ounce of emotion heard in your voice.
Taehyungâs eyes then shifted towards the guard that stood beside you. âWhatâs going on here?â
You didnât say anything, only smiled, and that caused fear to form in the pit of Taehyungâs gut. With just the simple nod of your head, the guard walked over to the servant girl and snatched her by her hair, tearing her away from his grasp and yanking her off the bed and onto the ground.
âStopââ Taehyung tried to reach for her but stopped when the guard pulled out a dagger and held the sharp blade against her neck, tears shining in her eyes. He then turned towards you, eyes glistening as well, âwhy are you doing this?â
âChange,â was all you said before nodding your head again, giving the guard the order to slide his blade across the girlâs throat, killing her instantly and letting her limp body collapse into the ground.
âN-No no,â Taehyung didnât hesitate this time to jump out of the bed, despite being completely nude and taking her now lifeless body into his arms, blood staining the ground and his skin, and tears spilling uncontrollably from his eyes. âShe was pregnant...â
âOh well.â
Taehyungâs head shot up from your heartless comment, his teary eyes shining with a newfound rage. Before he had the chance to say anything the guard approached him from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. He immediately began clawing at his arms, trying to gasp for air that was becoming harder and harder to obtain, eyes bright red and nearly bulging out, tears slipping from them and sliding down his cheeks.
The last thing he saw before he took his last breath and eyes slowly closed was you standing in front of him with a sinister grin on your lips.
âYour Majesty.â
Yoongi glanced up from his book to see his personal advisor standing right in front of him by his libraryâs entrance. He hummed in reply, signaling for the young man to continue. Weâve gotten word from Lady Kimââ Yoongi glared at him, causing his advisor to pause and correct his words, ââI mean, ____âs agents that they have completed their duties.â
âThey have?â Yoongi asked with a raised brow. He knew you were more than capable of doing this, but he thought something this major would take at least a week to accomplish. He didnât expect to hear about any success a day later.
âYes, your Majesty,â his advisor nodded. âThe Jung palace is flames at this moment and there is word that Jung Hoseok himself and his wife were in their chambers when the fire happened. And as for Park Jimin, he was found murdered in his bed with a dagger in his chest. Some say it was one of his concubines that done it.â
âWhat about Kim Taehyung?â Yoongi found himself asking, his mind instantly thinking of you. âWas ___ successful?â
âYes, your Majesty he was,â his advisor answered. âI was informed about Kim Taehyungâs death by ___ himself.â
Yoongi couldnât stop the smile forming on his lips. âGood.â
âWould you like to start writing your succession speech now, your Majesty?â
âYes,â Yoongi answered. âWeâll have the succession conference next week, and make sure every minor clan leader comes so that they know who is in charge now.â
âYes, your Majesty,â his advisor nodded his head, and before leaving he turned back and said to him in a teasing tone, âoh, and someone is here to see you.â
Yoongi was about to ask him who it was, but he stopped himself when his eyes suddenly landed on you standing in his libraryâs entrance, his heart stopping in his chest at the sight of you. âH-Hey,â he stuttered out, cringing at the sound of himself. In all his years of living, nobody has ever had this type of power over himâbut he wasnât complaining either.
âHello, your Majesty,â your reply sent tingles all over his bodyâand he loved it.
There was nothing but silence afterwards between you two because there wasnât any need for words. The only thing you two needed to express the feelings you have for each other was your eyesâthe passion, the lust, the want that shined in them.
This is just the beginning for you two.
would you guys like to see a drabble series of these two in the future maybe? emperor yoongi and his male wife.
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48 from touch prompt list and 75 from prompt list 5 đ„șđ„șđ„ș im so proud of you love such an amazing achievement i love you
-efirstly i love you thank you so much đ„ș secondly the PERFECT two prompts together you have a galaxy brain and i can truly not thank you enough for this!!
Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol consumption & brief olden-time being married young talk.
Prompts: #48 - Dancing with each other & #75 Talking in an Elizabethan style to woo somebody
A/N: I listened to the âSo Closeâ song from the Enchanted soundtrack the entire time I was writing this so...put that on if you want!
A reminder Iâm taking prompts for my 1k celebration until May 21st! :)
If Penelope Garcia loved two things in this world - Derek and science fiction aside - it was costumes and parties. So it made sense that for her birthday, sheâd decreed sheâd be throwing an Elizabethan-style ball. And that everybody had to dress up accordingly. Derek, always eager to put a smile on her face, had offered to throw it at one of his houses.
So it was there that you were headed, on this glorious Saturday night. In a not-so-glorious and infact, quite heavy, Elizabethan era gown. It was a good job youâd elected to take an Uber, because quite frankly the dress weighed a ton. It would have been impossible to drive in.
Good job they didnât have cars back in the Elizabethan era.
Not that women would have been allowed to drive them anyway.
Youâre only a little late when you arrive. Fashionably late, youâd go so far as to say.
â____!â Penelope greets with a squeal, rushing out to embrace you into a hug. You donât even make it all the way through the door before sheâs on you with a flurry.
If you thought your dress was a lot, you have to hand it to the birthday girl. She could never be upstaged. How her gown actually fit inside the house was a mystery, it was huge - puffy with a corset that cinched her in tightly at the waist. Her hair was coiffed into perfect curls. She looked stunning; like sheâd stepped right out of a painting.
âYou look amazing!â You tell her, squeezing her tightly.
âSo do you! Iâm so glad you took the theme seriously!â
âI take all themes seriously when itâs you threatening me about them.â
She laughs. âWell Derek did too. And Spencer, the others...â She frowns, âWell, Iâd like to say they tried, but Rossi definitely didnât. He did, however, pay for a gazebo and a live band so Iâm willing to let it slide.â
You smile, allowing her to take you inside. She babbles some more on her way in about all the decorations, food, and how next time sheâs going to make everybody send her pictures of their outfits beforehand.
Sheâs right about the gazebo though - itâs beautiful. It has elegant fairylights adorning it, illuminating the place in a candescent glow. The live band is an instrumental one - thereâs even a fiddle.
Where the hell did Dave find a fiddle?
Heâs rich.
That has to be the satisfactory answer for now. There are far more pressing matters at hand: like everybodyâs costumes.
Horch is wearing some fancy suit, Emily has one thatâs similar, Rossi clearly is just dressed in his normal attire. J.J appears to have picked one up from a fancy dress shop, but if anyone could make that look good, itâs her. Derek looks an absolute dream - clearly dressed by Penelope. Itâs Spencer though, unsurprisingly, who has gone all out. He has a miniature version of one of those puffy collars on, his suit a gorgeous maroon colour. He even has white tights on, with the boots that matched. If there were prizes for best costume - which knowing Penelope, there might well be - sheâd be up against some fierce competition.
âSpence!â You chime, opening your arms to greet him, âI love your costume!â
âI love yours too!â He beams, hugging you tightly, âThe skirt of your dress is very fitting to the period.â
âThank you!â You say, reluctantly letting go of him to greet everybody else in turn.
Itâs hard to keep your eyes off him though, and everybody knows it. You and Spencer had been dancing around each other for months, the epitome of the will-they-wonât-they, and you canât help but hope that tonight you might finally cross that threshold.
Itâs Penelopeâs birthday.
Who are you kidding? Penelope would be ecstatic to claim credit.
***
Youâre giddy, not just with the glass of wine in your system. With happiness, the exuberant kind that comes from watching all your friends exist among one another. It doesnât hurt that Spencer barely leaves your side the entire night. Heâs a veritable treasure trove of Elizabethan era facts. Youâve learnt more than any history class could possibly teach you.
A slow song comes on, which is when you decide to seize your opportunity.
Now or never.
You bump your shoulder against his. When you have his attention, you nod towards the dance floor, âCome and dance with me.â
He furrows his brows, clearly weighing up his options in his head.
You affect an Elizabethan lilt, âThou art going to leave me alone at the ball, fair Lord Reid?â
âI could hardly dream of it,â He says, imitating you, âWould thou care to dance with me?â
He offers out his hand. You take it, noting how he gets the barest blush on his cheeks.
âThou had me practically petrified, I thought you may never ask,â You tease, accepting his hand, squeezing it once for reassurance.
He laughs, nose crinkling. He rests his hand on your hip hesitantly, only solidifying his grip when you rest yours on his bicep. His other comes to rest on the other side, just above where your dress puffs out. The song playing sounds vaguely familiar, although itâs harder to place with it being an instrumental version.
You lean into him, side-stepping in time with him. Heâs not a dancer by nature, that much is clear, but he is surprisingly good at leading.
Itâs easy to let him guide you around the dance floor. You stutter a bit, almost tripping. His grip on your hip tightens.
âBe careful fair maiden,â He reprimands teasingly, âThou wouldnât want to fall.â
âThou wouldnât want to be seen with a maiden who has made a royal fool of herself.â
He shakes his head, âI could hardly bare it.â
âI do not know how you can bare to be seen with me regardless. Iâm practically a haggard spinster,â You say, with a dramatic sigh.
He twirls you around, voice slipping back into his normal tone, âActually it was mainly women from wealthy families who would marry young, from age 12. With poorer or middle class families it was most common for women to be in their mid-twenties by the time they got married, the average age was about 24.â
âStill younger than me,â You retort, stepping in time with him. Youâre pressed up against his chest now.
His breath fans over your cheek, from the way heâs bent, from the way youâre leaning in to him. His big hand spans over your back, holding you close to him as he steps to the right.
âWell,â He says, affecting the English accent, âThou art a lady of the highest stature. A commoner could not possibly hope to marry one such as yourself.â
You giggle, âOh fair Lord Reid. Whenst will I possibly find a husband?â
With surprising ease, he dips you, allowing you to fall gracefully into his arms. Heâs study, supportive. Before you know it, youâre back on your feet.
âThou might be looking in the wrong places.â
âPray tell, wherest would one suggest a lady like me ought to look?â
âPerhaps closer to ones home,â He says, English accent - if you could call it that - slipping a little, favouring sincerity.
âHow much closer?â
His hands return to your waist, and yours to his chest. Thereâs only an inch between your bodies. He looks down at you with sincerity brimming in his eyes, âPerhaps a little closer.â
Your hand trails up to his chin. It dips at the mere weight of your thumb resting on it, âGallant Lord Reid, perhaps this close?â
âPerhaps,â He swallows, voice morphing into the accent again, as if heâs afraid to be vulnerable, âThou art a maiden, thou art to be courted before marriage.â
âAnd where would one court a fair maiden like me?â
âWhere would the fair maiden like to go?â
âWherever, as long as youâre the one taking her.â
He swallows. His eyes scan your face, watching how you deliberately look to his plump lips. He hesitates for only a moment longer, before leaning in and planting the most delicate kiss upon them.
If it wasnât for the elated drunken giggles of everyone else around you, youâd have been lost in the bubble of a moment forever. Itâs okay though, because at your wedding, Penelope is sure to tell the tale of the Elizabethan ball where you - the fair maiden - finally got together with your perfect Lord. You have to admit, itâs a good one.
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Canât get over her
Word count: 5010Â Â Â
Genre: A little angst with a little fluff
Pairing: Natasha x fem!readerÂ
Warnings: Little bit of swearing (let me know if I need to add more)
Summary:Â Reader has always had a bit of a crush on Natasha but itâs unrequited. She lets Tony and Wanda take her to a club and Nat starts acting differently.
A/N: This is not a request, I just felt like writing this story. Iâm super nervous about this because Iâm not sure if itâs very good but I thought I would post it in case anyone is interested. This is my first x reader fic and first Natasha/Marvel fic so I wasnât sure how to write it. That being said I hope you enjoy, and if you do, Iâm always open to take requests! Btw this is completely unimportant but even though this fic is a medium length, itâs the longest story Iâve actually completed so I feel proud of myself for that!
âY/n!â A voice rang out loudly disrupting your sleep.Â
âUghhhh,â you groaned, âwhat do you want?â Instead of an answer the door to your room gets thrown open loudly, allowing all the light to come in. You bury yourself under the blankets, partly to stop your eyes from seeing the light and partly to hide the fact that you were wearing Avengers themed pyjamas.Â
âRise and shine sweetheart!â You hear Tonyâs voice mock. Reluctantly you poke your head out of the blankets just enough so you can see and squint at your best friend/mentor just in time to see him rush off, probably to wake up another unfortunate avenger. When you first joined you never expected to like Tony at all, much less consider him your best friend or look up to him. You had heard rumors of him being inappropriate with women and while his jokes most certainly were and you did occasionally catch him staring at your boobs he never did anything creepy to make you uncomfortable and inside he was a good man, way more so than you expected.
All that in mind you decide to get out of bed to see why Tony woke you up because he (probably) wouldnât wake you up for no reason. Taking a minute to change out of the avenger pyjamas and into some clothes as well as brush your hair you wander downstairs. On the way down you bump into Clint who unlike you has made absolutely no effort to look presentable and looks like he just rolled out of bed. You say a quick hello but he just grunts in return, not even looking at you. Inwardly laughing about how much Clint hates to be awake in the morning you continue downstairs to meet up with the rest of the avengers who are varying degrees of awake. Most seemed to be like you; awake and fairly alert but not happy about it. Clint was probably the most asleep and Tony the most awake considering he was practically bouncing off the walls. Looking around you see everyone except for Thor and Natasha. Thor wasnât there very often because he wasnât from earth and Natasha usually avoided group activities at all costs to your displeasure since you had a secret (not very secret) crush on the assassin.Â
âSo why did you wake us up, at an ungodly hour may I add, and bring us down here?â You ask Tony, curious.
âThat information is above your clearance level.â He replies somewhat sarcastically.Â
âDoes anybody else know what is going on?â you ask. âOr did Tony wake me up for no reason, in which case Iâm going back to bed.â They all shift guiltily on their feet except for Clint who seems to be still too tired to pay attention leading you to believe they are all up to something you wouldnât like. Nobody answers your question so you glare around the room, your eyes landing on Steve. He almost squirms under your gaze and eventually seems to give in.
âIâm sorry Y/N, this wasnât my idea and thinking back on it we probably shouldnât-â
âWe are giving you a makeover and finding you a date.â Tony cuts Steve off.
âSeriously??!??!??â You half shout. âWhat makes you think I want to go on some random date you guys set up? If I want to go on a date I can find one myself.â
âY/NâŠâ Wanda says softly, reminding you to stay calm.
âDonât Y/n me,â you say, still angrily yet quieter, âI can find my own dates, thank you very much.â Tony gives a small snort of laughter in response to this.
âSure you can kid. I mean itâs not like you havenât been on a date in over two years. Or that youâre harboring a crush for our resident scary assassin that prevents you from dating others.â You glare at him but stay silent because all of what he said is true. In your head you excuse the not dating off as being busy because you are a hero yet almost everybody on the team is dating someone and it all seems to be working out fine.
âLook Y/n,â Tony says softly which is a rarity for him, âI know you wish something could happen between you and Romanoff but it hasnât happened yet and likely never will. You need to get over her and back out there. Besides we werenât planning on choosing your date for you, we were just planning to go clubbing later with you.â
âOk,â you agree begrudgingly, âIâll do it, I just donât see the need to wake me up at 7 in the morning if we arenât going out until tonight. Also does everybody need to be here right now?âÂ
âI second that,â Clint says in a voice still rough from sleep, âjust because I helped planning a little bit does not mean I had to wake up early to have this conversation. Iâm going back to bed.âÂ
Wanda rolls her eyes at him before turning to you, âNo not everyone has to be here right now, Tony just got a little over excited. As for you, as we said we are giving you a makeover which means we have to go to the hair appointment I set up plus I was thinking we could go shopping since we almost never have time to. Besides Natasha gets back from her solo mission sometime later today, so we wanted to talk with you when she wasnât around.â
âOk,â you respond with a little bit of excitement, âwhen do we leave?â
âRight now! We can have brunch while weâre out!âÂ
âYes and then we can go get our nails done and gossip!â Tony says in a fake voice. Both you and Wanda turn to look at him exasperated. âOk fine, maybe not but I am coming and we are gossiping. Also I need to find a good birthday present for Pepperâs birthday next week.â
âWell thatâs good youâre coming because unless you want the same reaction as last year, youâre going to need a lot of help.â Wanda replies. You laugh a little as the three of you leave the tower, Wanda and Tony continuing their mock argument about Tonyâs gift giving skills.Â
Five hours later and you severely regretted going along with their plan. You were already exhausted and still had so much to do before going clubbing. You had already bought an outfit plus a few others which wouldnât be so bad except Wanda and Tony made you try on what you believed to be the whole store before they seemed satisfied with your look. You had also gotten your nails done and were currently finishing up a lovely brunch which consisted of waffles, maple syrup and some fruits. That would have been enjoyable if not for the fact that Tony and Wanda alternated between nagging you about not chipping a nail and teasing you about your pathetic love life. It was a well known fact in the tower that while they didnât hate each other, Tony and Wanda didnât usually get along well but that was probably for the best since together they were ruthless. They seemed to have decided that the time for brunch was over so sighing you followed them out of the restaurant after Tony paid the bill. Thatâs the one positive at least, all of it was free for you thanks to Tony.Â
Another five hours later and you could honestly say you were looking forward to the night more than you thought you would. You were currently looking in the mirror in your room and although usually you tended to be indifferent towards your body, sometimes even insecure, you had to admit that you looked pretty hot. The dress was in the perfect colour to bring out your eyes according to Wanda and although it was the perfect balance between classy and slutty, revealing a bit of skin and showing off your assets while still leaving it to the imagination. You also were carrying a black purse which matched your nails and shoes. Your makeup was perfectly done, naturally showing you beauty but adding a little extra glimmer. The thing you were most proud of however and the most noticeable change you had made was your hair. Before you had hair that when completely straight could reach your waist but now it was barely long enough to tuck behind your ears. When you first got to the hair salon you were planning on just trimming it and straightening in it but when you got in the chair something came over you and you just decided to chop it all off.Â
BANG! The door to your room barges open and Wanda comes flying in.Â
âDamn girl! You look hot as fuck!â You blush profusely at her words managing to stammer out a thank you. You have never been good at taking compliments because you always get a little shy and awkward.Â
Tony pokes his head around the doorframe and gives a whistle. âYou are smoking hot Y/n, I mean if I didnât have Pepper I would be all over you. You ready to go?â Not waiting for an answer he turns and starts towards the elevator. You follow but not before exchanging an eye roll with Wanda about Tonyâs words. The elevator ride is short and smooth thanks to Tonyâs engineering so you donât have enough time to succumb to the urge of placing your hands on the bars and pushing while lifting your feet. The elevator beeps, Jarvis informing you that youâve reached the ground level and the doors open. You step out ready to get on with your night but the sight of Natasha just back from a mission freezes you in your tracks.Â
âHi,â you say lamely, âI thought you were supposed to get back earlier today?â
âWe had some intel that wasnât fully correct but luckily it didnât take too long to fix. You look different, where are you heading off to?â
You glance at Tony and Wanda for help because for some reason you feel awkward telling her but they donât seem to know what you want so you answer anyways. âWeâre going clubbing, Iâm kinda nervous since I havenât been in awhile but Wanda helped me get ready-â
âHey I helped too!â
You ignore Tonyâs protest and continue to speak. â-and I think it should be fun. Also there will for sure be hot girls there which is always a plus.â Â
âSeems like it should be fun,â she responds in her monotone âI donât careâ voice that you hate, âGood luck with the girls though, because your hair looked better long, I donât like it like this.â You donât usually get offended easily but you feel tears spring to your eyes at her comment. The only good part is that she doesnât notice because sheâs already walking away, swaying her hips, either not knowing or caring that she hurt you.
Tony and Wanda rush over to you. âOh sweetie,â Wanda comforts while wrapping an arm around you, âdonât listen to her, thatâs not true at all!â
âThen why would she say it?â You ask, careful to keep your voice from cracking because you hated showing when you were upset.
âI donât know and honestly I donât give a fuck.â Tony replies. âJust donât think about it too much, the whole point of this night is to get over her anyways.â You give him a small smile at that. Tony is good with words which translates into being good at comforting people. You know heâs right so although the comment is still upsetting you do your best to push it out of your mind. Locking arms with both Tony and Wanda you pull them towards the door and into the waiting limo. You couldnât help but smile at the way Tony ruffled your hair as you stepped in or how Wanda kept running her fingers over her arm in an attempt to be reassuring. You had the best friends.Â
The ride over seemed way shorter than it was supposed to be and before you knew it the limo was stopped to let the three of you out. You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress before smiling and stepping out after Tony and Wanda. Nobody seems to have noticed the three of you yet which was a good thing. Being Avengers Tony and Wanda were pretty much celebrities and often got swarmed by groups of fans. Technically you were an avenger as well but like Natasha and Clint it was only because you were a Shield so while you did get recognized it wasnât as often and only tended to happen if you were with other avengers. You make your way inside, splitting from Tony and Wanda at the door. The plan was for them to go to the bar and look over you from there while you went straight to the dance floor because you preferred to be anonymous tonight and they would ruin that and also you didnât feel like getting drunk. That was the plan at least but you suspected that they would get too drunk to continue watching over you because it had been stressful lately with a lot of paperwork and they needed to unwind. Wanda had practically confirmed that fact when she gave you permission to leave without them.Â
You step over to the dance floor glancing around to see if there looked to be any single women already there. The reason you had chosen this club was because although it wasnât lgbtq+ exclusive, it was open to everybody and therefore frequented by many members of the community.Â
Just as you were glancing around you felt a tap on your shoulder. âWanna dance?â You spin around to find the most beautiful girl youâve ever seen, apart from Natasha. It bothers you that youâre using Natasha as your standard and comparing other girls to her but you brush that off.Â
âI would love to!â At your response she takes your hand, pulling you into the crowd and starts to dance. You dance as well and slowly you lose track of time as you loosen up and your dancing with the girl becomes less and less innocent. You can feel yourself caring less about what Natasha thought although as great as this girl seemed to be you knew you werenât ready for a relationship so you hoped she wasnât looking for one. After what could be a couple of hours because youâve completely lost track of time, you and the girl whose name you still donât know head over to a corner of the room and take a seat on two of the stools that were provided.Â
âHi, I feel like I should know your name by now, Iâm Y/n.â You introduce yourself.Â
âWait I thought you looked familiar!â She exclaims. âYouâre the Y/n thatâs a part of the avengers right?âÂ
You awkwardly give a nod and gesture towards the bar where you can see Tony and Wanda who have obviously had at least a few drinks each. âTony and Wanda came with me. They are just over there but I didnât particularly want the spotlight tonight so I split from them at the door.âÂ
âI understand, I must admit I have no desire to be famous. Iâm Jamie by the wayâ She says with a cute little giggle before her mood seems to be more solemn. âI canât believe Iâm saying this to a literal avenger and if my friends find out they are going to kill me but Iâm sorry if youâre looking for a relationship but I just got out of a serious relationship and am not ready for another one quite yet.âÂ
You let out a relieved sigh. âIâm not looking for a relationship either, because Iâm trying to get over my feelings for a friend.âÂ
âPhew!â She replies. âBut tell me more about this âfriendâ of yours.â You take a minute to think before deciding that Jamie could be trusted. You begin to spill all about your feelings for Natasha and how she didnât seem interested and what she said to you on your way here. Jamie listens sympathetically the entire time before telling you all about how she thought her ex was the one but it turns out she was emotionally abusive. Even though you just met you talk like old friends, offering advice on serious topics but also chatting about random things. You have 3 more drinks each and after every drink your barriers crumble more and more. Eventually you exchange numbers so you can meet up again although you both agreed it would be a platonic meetup. Just as you were giggling about a joke you couldnât even remember, you saw Jamie tense up and a second later you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head in anger expecting it to be some creepy guy trying to hit on you but it turns to confusion when you see Natasha.Â
âCan we talk?â She asks, giving Jamie a dirty look. âAt the tower. Without her.âÂ
âWhy?â You ask. âIâm having fun here Nat.â You specifically say her name as you speak so Jamie knows who youâre talking to.Â
âJust come home.â She says not answering your question, instead tugging at your wrist lightly. You sigh not knowing what to do so you glance at Jamie for help.Â
She shrugs and then says, âI have a ride home planned if you want to leave, but I wouldnât mind staying longer if thatâs what you want.â
You make a quick decision in your head before responding, âOk, weâll go back to the tower but there better be a good reason.â You then turn to Jamie, âText me when you get home so I know youâre safe, and then we can figure out when to hang out.â
âOf course,â she agrees leaning forwards to hug you while whispering in your ear, âgood luck but remember not to let her treat you badly just because youâre in love with her.â You pull back from the hug and smile at her as Natashaâs hand moves down to your own as she starts walking, pulling you along with her. You can barely think straight, you have no idea what is going on with Natasha or why sheâs acting so weirdly. You glance over to Tony and Wanda to see if theyâve noticed whatâs going on but just as you suspected they were drunk out of their minds. If they were normal friends you would have worried about them but you knew Tonyâs drivers would get them home safe because although Tony was more responsible with Pepper around this was not the first time theyâve had to haul his drunk ass back to the tower.Â
Natasha continues to pull you out the door and over to her parked motorcycle where she hands you a helmet and one of her leather jackets. Still not speaking she hops on and motions for you to get on behind her. You swing your leg over the side somewhat awkwardly and scoot forwards so you can grab onto her waist. Once sheâs sure youâre secured properly she hits the gas, the motorcycle roaring as it starts. Youâve never been on her motorcycle before so at first you are a bit nervous but after a couple of minutes you start to feel more comfortable. At this point your only nerves come from holding Natasha and wondering what she wants to talk to you about and not the motorcycle ride. Compared to the ride over to the club, this ride feels like itâs taking forever as you start to go over all the important reasons Nat would want to talk to you. You still didnât know how to feel about everything because she insulted you earlier and now is making you feel important. To protect your feelings you tell yourself that there is probably a mission or a meeting that came up last minute and this isnât just Natasha wanting to talk. Itâs improbable because if that was the case she would have outright said so but you canât think of any more plausible reasons off the top of your head. Luckily before you can analyze her strange behavior anymore you reach the tower and after parking underground you follow Natasha upstairs into the main living area which is obviously deserted as it is now between 3 and 4 am.Â
âSo why did you want to talk?â You ask, breaking the silence as you take a seat on the couch.Â
âWhy did you go to a club?â She asks, also sitting down on the other end of the couch, avoiding your question.Â
A surge of anger floods through you and while you donât shout, you raise your voice a little. âAnswer the fucking question Nat. Or did you bring me all the way back just to ask that?âÂ
She looks somewhat surprised that you raised your voice but she keeps hers even. âI just wanted to know. It looked like you were having fun with whoever that girl is.âÂ
âYeah I was.â You respond, still confused. âBut how do you know that?âÂ
Natasha avoids eye contact looking everywhere but you. âI was watching you.âÂ
âYOU WERE WHAT?â You shout before lowering your voice to avoid waking up the whole tower. âWhy the fuck were you spying on me?â Â
âI- I wasnât.â She replies seemingly caught off guard by your tone of voice. âI wanted to make sure you were safe.âÂ
âTony and Wanda were with me.â You respond confused. Thereâs something sheâs not telling you thatâs making her act weird. She knew you could handle yourself so she obviously was not telling the truth, or at least omitting details. She hasnât responded to your last statement, instead choosing to look at you in the weird way she does that makes you feel like youâre being interrogated. You decide that if she isnât going to talk, you wonât either so you pull your phone out of your jacket to check it. You see a text from Jamie saying she got home ok with a little smiley face at the end that causes you to smile. You type back a quick reply, just saying youâre glad sheâs safe and that you were with Natasha right now and were probably going to bed soon so youâd text her tomorrow. She wished you luck and goodnight with another little smiley face that made you smile again. Putting your phone away you look back up at Natasha only to find out sheâs glaring at you.Â
Unsure of what could have changed her attitude towards you, you ask, âWhat?â
âWho were you talking to?â She asks ignoring your question for the second time tonight.Â
You sigh, âI donât see how itâs any of your business but if you really must know I was just saying goodnight to the girl from the club, Jamie.â
âSo thatâs her name.â She says wrinkling her nose. Now youâre really confused as to what Natasha is thinking. You couldnât tell on normal days but usually she acted rationally and never was like this.Â
âWhy do you say it like that?â You ask.Â
âI donât like her.â
âWhy donât you like her?âÂ
âI just donât.â She answers, offering no explanation. Although you do want to find out why Natasha doesnât like her youâre too tired to spend the time asking questions so you stand up to go to bed.Â
âWhere are you going?â She demands.Â
You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time of the night. âIâm going to bed. You wanted to talk to me but wonât actually talk, and when I ask you questions, instead of responding you insult my new friend.â
âFriend?â She questions.
âJamie.â You say confused because you thought the answer was obvious.Â
âOh.â She responds, âIâm sorry, please stay.â You think about it for a second, deciding to stay so you go to sit down again, but before you do Natasha scoots over to your end of the couch pulling you down into her side. Your entire body freezes up because youâre so unsure of what to do. Natasha never initiated physical contact of any kind but now she was practically hugging you. Seeming to realize how uncomfortable you were, she quickly moves away.
âSorry,â she mutters, âThat was stupid.â
âNo, no, itâs fine, you can come back.â You respond quickly. As much as you were uncomfortable, it felt really nice to have her by your side. She somewhat shyly shifts back over to you but this time instead of wrapping her arm around your shoulders she nuzzles into your side, maneuvering your arms so they wrap around her. You have no idea whatâs going on right now but you canât help but smile as you look down at her. She looks cute and relaxed, with her hair covering parts of her face. Thinking about her hair reminds you of her opinion of your new haircut. You bite your lip nervously as you debate asking her about that or not. You definitely donât want to ruin the cuddly mood that sheâs in now but the comment still bothers you, not to mention you never actually found out why she took you home from the club.
âUm Natasha?â You ask in a timid voice. âIs my haircut really that bad?âÂ
âOf course not, I think it suits you.â She responds smoothly. âI lied to you earlier.â
You smile at that. âThank you but why?â
She takes a deep shaky breath before speaking. âPromise this wonât change anything between us first, that we will stay friends.âÂ
âOk,â You respond, earnest but confused, âI promise.â
âI didnât like the idea of you going clubbing and coming home with some one night stand or even worse a girlfriend because I have feelings for you. So I was childish and took out my frustrations on you by pretending I didnât like you. Iâm sorry.â Sheâs looking up at you now, the most nervous youâve ever seen her. Your mind is exploding with this new information and your heart feels so happy you canât even believe what is going on.Â
âIs that why you were watching me with Jamie at the club and then told me you had to talk to me?â
âYeahâ
After a few more seconds of shocked silence that feels like hours to Natasha you finally speak. âI know I promised that this wouldnât change anything between us but I donât think it can be the same.â She starts to pull away from your side but before she can you lean over and press your lips against hers. At first you are hesitant but once she starts kissing back you gain confidence, the kiss getting more heated. After a minute or two you both pull away to catch your breath, smiling at each other.Â
Natasha lightly swats you on the arm. âYouâre evil.â You giggle a little in response. âI was so worried for a second there, I thought you would be weirded out by that.â She continues also giggling slightly.Â
âIâm surprised you didnât know that I had feelings for you,â you confess to her, âit was actually Tony and Wandaâs idea for me to go out because we all thought you didnât like me so they thought it was a good idea to get over you.â
âWell that plan failed,â she says smirking, âI guess you canât get over me.âÂ
You look at her and yawn. âNo I guess I canât.âÂ
At your yawn she glances at the clock. âWe better get you to bed, itâs almost the time Steve wakes up for training.â You would like to spend more time with Natasha but youâre too tired to argue so you just nod and follow her as she pulls you up and leads you to your room, holding your hand the whole way. Inside your room she sits on your bed while you change, politely looking away. Once youâre in pyjamas you hold a pair out to her and she looks at you confused.Â
âDo you want to stay the night?â You ask her. She eagerly nods, accepting the pyjamas as you open your covers and crawl into bed. As soon as sheâs done she turns off the lights and hops in behind you, spooning you. You sigh as you feel her plant a kiss on the back of your head. You can barely keep your eyes open and although you still havenât talked about exactly what your new relationship with Natasha was yet, you were excited for what was to come. Your last thought before you drifted off to sleep was complete bliss as Natasha kept planting soft kisses on the back of your neck, head and shoulders.Â
The next morning you hear a loud pounding at your door. You groan and slowly gain consciousness, smiling as you remember last night and the redhead still cuddling you. Just like yesterday Tony doesnât bother to wait for you to answer and instead barges straight in. His eyes widen when he sees the two of you spooning and he starts to splutter. You laugh at him with Natasha until he shouts for the other avengers to come. Multiple pairs of footsteps make your way to your bedroom and you see the shocked faces of a few of the other avengers, including Wanda, Steve and Clint.Â
âWhat,â Natasha says speaking up, âcanât a girl cuddle with her girlfriend in peace?â Steve immediately apologizes, ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door.Â
You raise your eyebrow. âGirlfriends?â
âI assumed so, if you want.â She responds.Â
âI like the sound of that...girlfriend.â You both smile at each other. You definitely did not complete your goal of getting over Natasha and instead fell further in love but you were totally ok with that.
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The Eighth
Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None, this is a fluff-only zone!
Word Count: 2.3k
Plot: Reader has been in the BAU for one year and a lot has changed, especially her relationship with a certain genius. (Part 1 here!)
Author's Note: Seriously, I wasn't expecting my first two fics to blow up like that. Just, thank you to everyone who read them âĄâĄâĄ
As for this one... I had to write a Part 2, basically as an excuse for me to write good things about everybody in the BAU and go wild with the backstories hahaha I hope you enjoy!
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Under the dim lighting of the BAU jet, your pen paused on the small book beneath it, causing a small blotch of ink to seep through its pages. The words usually flowed out of you without inhibition, but today was different, and frankly, you were feeling a little overwhelmed.
You didn't think the team would remember this, but today marked exactly one year since you joined the BAU. As if the universe were smiling down on you, the week also turned out to be a great one - or at least, as good as it could get around here.
The team had just closed a challenging case with minimal casualties, everyone had been ordered to have a long weekend off, and the person you most wanted to spend it with was dozing off beside you without a care in the world. Of course, he didnât know about your feelings... yet.
Closing your journal, you gave up on writing as your eyes wandered restlessly toward your sleeping teammates.
Your eyes crinkled into a smile when your gaze landed on Hotch. This was the first time youâd seen him actually asleep on the jet, and in your opinion, he deserved whatever rest he could get. Since you joined the team, you had seen the man endure countless late nights in the office. Something you had quickly attributed to the missing wedding ring on his finger.
Yet, he remained a stalwart to the team. He constantly checked in with everybody, shielded the team from messy politics, and even managed to crack the occasional joke. Of course, he was still stoic most of the time, and you werenât exactly sure if he was capable of blinking, but now you knew the warmth and care he possessed too.
Then there was Rossi, who had defied all your initial expectations. You had thought a celebrity like him to be gracious, maybe a little egoistic, but he was straight forward and meticulous to a fault. Still, it seemed he couldn't escape his nature as a performer, as he shone the brightest in the interrogation room.
The day you first witnessed him in action, your jaw had dropped to the floor, and he never stopped bringing it up in jest. He always joked that he didn't know whether you or the unsub was more shocked, but after that day, he also took the time to mentor you in the craft. You liked to think he was proud of how quickly you were able to put it into practice.
Your eyes wandered to Emily, sleeping soundly in the next seat. With Penelope and JJâs busy schedules, she had taken on the role of showing you the ropes, and you had become fast friends. Turns out, the both of you were eerily similar: competitive, quick thinkers who never backed down from a challenge.
Unfortunately this meant you were never paired together on cases, but you did have an ongoing chess tournament slash drinking game. The chess was your idea, the drinking was Emilyâs, and you were currently winning, much to your obvious pride and the rest of the team's amusement.
The person you actually got paired with the most was Derek; effectively fulfilling the fantasies of many women you knew. But as it turned out, the two of you made a damn good team. His calculated disposition combined with your breadth of knowledge - only rivalled by the good doctor - made you an extremely effective duo, and Hotch picked up on it immediately.
You being younger than him by a few years, Derek made it a point to check in with you often, and in turn, allowing you to glimpse at his pensive, empathetic, and insightful sides. He had become a big brother to you, and you like a sister. A bond that proved to be a strong one, across the many cases you tackled together.
You smiled to yourself, eyes landing on Penelope and JJ, dozing off together under a bright pink, knitted blanket whose ownership was in no doubt. It was rare that the tech analyst came along on cases, but she was always a welcomed presence for everybody involved.
Amidst the sea of gruesome cases sent to the BAU, you had come to look forward to Penny's witty banter, either over the phone or in person. The image of her colourful outfits and her outrageously decorated office were enough to make you believe in a light at the end of any tunnel.
It reminded you of your first case, an extraordinarily challenging one that the team managed to unravel in the nick of time. When you arrived back at the BAU, Penelope was the one to drag you out to celebrate. Little did you know, the rest of the team had also gathered at the bar with party poppers and birthday cake. When you found out that Penny had planned everything, you knew you had earned a friend for life.
As you smiled at the memory, JJ shuffled in her sleep and your attention was drawn to her sleeping figure. You didnât know how she could look so perfect even when she was asleep. But then again, youâd come to realise that there was very little she couldnât do.
You had already been friends with the communications liaison, but working with her in the BAU was a completely different beast. Of all the chaotic personalities in the BAU, only JJ had a hold over every single one. She was able to apply the same to the local police and media, and still meet the victim's families with the utmost grace and empathy.
During her brief window of absence when Henry was born, things just weren't the same. You liked Jordan, and you knew she always gave her best, but there was an unmistakable sigh of relief when JJ was back. And although she never asked for it, you and Penelope did everything you could to give her and Will a break from their newborn, including regular movie nights in with baby Henry.
Last but not least, the one that you couldn't forget even if you tried, Dr. Spencer Reid. You had joined the BAU because of him, you realised now. But what began as professional interest, had quickly developed into a full blown crush on your co-worker.
You realised this fact on an absolutely unremarkable day, except for the fact that your heart skipped a beat when Spencer walked into the office that morning. He wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary, his usual combination of sweater vest and shirt, but when he smiled at you, your face flushed visibly and you wanted to melt into your chair in embarrassment.
If the genius had noticed it, he didn't let it show. But Derek most certainly did. Every chance he got that day, he teased you about your newfound crush on "pretty boy", and soon the news made it to everyone's ears. Emily not in the least, as she used the knowledge to win several chess games, much to your annoyance.
And still, Spencer remained oblivious. Despite how often you sat starry eyed listening to him explain a completely random fact. Despite how many weekends you spent together bonding over your shared interests in Star Trek and Doctor Who. Despite the fact that the seat next to him on the plane was basically reserved for you. You didn't think he knew, because he never made a move.
That's why you decided last week. The next time the team had a long weekend off, you would ask Spencer out on a date. You just didn't think it would happen so soon.
Midway through your thought, Spencer groaned in the seat next to you. His hands lifted to move his hair away from his face, and you resisted the urge to do it for him.
"Are we there yet?" He asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
You felt your heartbeat quicken at his voice, gravelly and soft, not fully back to reality just yet.
"No, not yet," you answered back in a whisper. "It's only 3AM. We have about two hours to go."
"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked. His head leaned back onto the headrest, but this time, his face turned towards yours. The two of you were far too close to each other for this to be work appropriate.
"Just thinking." You tapped the cover of your book with your pen in explanation, trying to look anywhere but at him. Spencer hummed in acknowledgement, the sound driving you wild. Then he did something you could have never expected.
"Hey," he began, pulling your gaze to meet his hazel eyes, "happy one year at the BAU." His lips formed a small smile, sleepy but genuine.
"You remembered?" You couldn't fight the wide smile that made its way onto your face, nor the glee that spilled out of your voice.
"Of course. Eidetic memory, remember?" He joked, gesturing at his head. Maybe it was the lack of sleep talking, but you felt like you were on the verge of tears.
"Thank you. Really."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry." Spencer said, suddenly sitting upright. He leaned forward as if to touch your cheek, but his fingers lingered in the air in between you awkwardly.
You brought your own fingers to your face, realising that you were, in fact, crying. A small laugh escaped your lips at the absurdity of it all.
"No, no, I'm alright, Spencer. Just overwhelmed, I suppose." You tried explaining, gently wiping the tears from your face.
"Why?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
âI didnât expect anyone to remember it, thatâs all.â You said, feeling a little ashamed now, but your words seemed to light a fire in the doctorâs eyes.
âWell, whoever forgot it must be stupid because youâve made a difference in the lives of every single person on this jet.â He said in an uncharacteristic huff.
This was your chance, you realised.
âHey, Spencer,â you said after a pause, biting your lip nervously, âwhat difference did I make in your life?â
Spencer looked as if he had been caught, his eyes instantly darted to the seat behind you, his fingers twitching. You tightened your grip on your pen, willing yourself not to collapse from the anticipation.
âOf course, I-I mean, many things canât be quantified due to its subjective nature, but you did change my life."
"Like?" You pressed on.
"You gave me something to look forward to everyday." He said, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You felt your heart soar a hundred stories above the ground.
"Really?" You were in disbelief, your voice barely a whisper.
"Really. You're... you're intelligent, beautiful, and you open my mind to new things every day. I feel like you understand me in ways the rest can't, and youâre the person I want to tell everything to. Thereâs nobody else but you.â He blurted out in a single breath, as if he'd lose the words if he waited any longer.
Your eyes threatened to spill tears again, but you blinked them back, preparing to say what you wanted to say to him long ago.
"Spencer... I like you. Like, romantically like you." You whispered, your eyes barely able to meet his. His eyes were wide open, his eyes glancing briefly at your lips.
And in a moment of pure bravery, as he explained later, he placed his hand over yours and squeezed. "Me too. I like you, romantically."
Long after that, he would tell you that he'd never seen you smile so widely before, and he instantly knew that he wanted to be the reason you smiled that way all the time. But in the moment, he just laced his fingers with yours.
You squeezed his hand back. Feeling calmed by his warm touch, you leaned closer to him. You still had one question on your mind.
"Did you know that I liked you?"
"I figured it out eventually. Last month." He said sheepishly. "But I've had feelings for you since a month after you joined the team." His cheeks turned a light pink at the confession.
"You know what? Me too." You blushed, leaning against his shoulder.
âAnother thing we have in common now,â he said, resting his head on yours.
You werenât willing to let him go now that you had him, and luckily, it seemed like he had the same idea, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.
The two of you fell into slumber easily, not even realising it when the jet had landed back in Virginia.
It didn't take long for the rest of the team to realise the interesting sight in front of them, but not even Penelope's high-pitched squeal managed to wake you up.
In the end, it was JJ who decided to end your unknowing humiliation by shaking the two of you gently. You and Spencer jolted awake, immediately taking in the various smirks and grins from your team in front of you.
"Ok, that's enough guys." Hotch announced. You noticed the small smile on his face before he turned around to leave the jet.
The team - mostly Emily and Penelope - looked as if they wanted to enjoy the sight for a little longer, but at Hotch's word, decided they would leave the teasing till later.
"That's not exactly how I imagined telling the team," Spencer said, when the two of you were finally alone. He ran his fingers through his hair in an action of mild distress, but you noticed the smile that was still glued to his face.
You leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, enjoying the blush it left behind. "Well, that means less time with them, and more time with you," you teased.
Spencer picked up his bag and offered his hand to you. "I'm counting on it," he said, smiling widely.
You took his hand, your gaze trailing up his wrinkled shirt to his messy brown hair, finally landing on his earnest eyes. Of all the times in the past year you got to be the BAU's Eighth. This moment had got to be the best.
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Positions: Prohero!Deku x Reader
Iâve been working on this little drabble for a while, haha. I just wanted to write something really cute and domestic. I hope you guys like this!
Warnings: nudity (non-sexual), mentions of kids/pregnancy
Dating a pro-hero could be taxing, to say the least. That was what everyone had told you when you and Izuku had first gotten together. They had warned you of the unpredictable hours, the nightmares, the trauma. They had said he would be physically unavailable at best, emotionally unavailable at worst. You had ignored all of that, though, and every day you were glad you did.
Dating Izuku had never been anything but a joy, a privilege even. He was one of the kindest souls you had ever met. His work only seemed to strengthen that side of him, accenting his willingness to help others, always with a smile on his face. He never made you feel second best to anything or anyone. In fact, you often felt like he did more for you than you did for him, which was what brought you here.
Youâre pulling out all the stops tonight, spinning around your kitchen in your pretty pink over the knee socks that always made you glide across the floor, one of Izukuâs baby blue hoodies tossed over your head and falling far enough to be a dress, negating any need for pants. You had chicken katsu going on the stove, and you were making some tea to go with it. In the other room, you had made the bed with freshly washed sheets, still a little warm from the dryer, and an array of bath salts and bubble baths set up for selection.
Your entire body tenses when you hear the jangle of the keys in the lock, rising up onto your tiptoes in your excitement. You slip at least twice as you dash for the door and the man on his way through it, and you should have bit the dust once except for the arms wrapping around you now.
âBaby, youâre slipping all over the place. You know you canât run in these.â His laughter hits your ear warm and sweet, body close from the way heâs holding you up. âWhatâs got you in such a hurry? We have all night.â
You pull back to look at him, smile spreading across your face. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too.â
You hold his face between your hands, used to how fragile they looked compared to his broad strength. You brush your thumb across his cheekbone, where a bruise is painted, red at the center but blossoming out to a deep purple, nearly black. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss to it.
âYou work too hard.â You sigh, letting your eyes close and lashes flutter over his stained skin. âDo you want dinner or a bath first?â
âWhatever you want.â The answer is immediate, instinctive.
You had seen this coming. You had prepared for it, in fact.
âNope. Tonight is about you. Thatâs what I want, and Iâm not letting you argue with me. Câmon, we should get you changed out of your costume.â
He lets you drag him back to the bedroom, hands laced together with his. Slowly, you peel him out of his hero costume, the movements routine and your hands gentle as you unveil new bruises. Most of the blood and gunk on him seems to be from other people, hopefully the villains, but you donât ask. Heâll tell you if he wants to, and he does when he sees the way you pause on a patch of his uniform stuck to his skin from dried blood.
âIt was a good night,â he reassures you. âWe got them, and everybody is okay.â
âGood.â You nod. âYou hungry?â
He smiles down at you. Youâve gently pushed him back onto the bed now that youâve gotten the top half of his suit off, your navy blue sheets contrasting the green of his hair as he lays back to stretch while you finish undressing him.
âYeah. It smells good. Chicken katsu?â He leans forward, resting his cheek in his palm.
âYeah.â You pull his boots off his feet, then shuck of the rest of the costume.
You stand up, knees flushed from the coldness of the hardwood floor, already reaching for his favorite pair of sweats and an old, soft All Might shirt. You let him dress himself as you take his costume to the laundry room, although the damage done to it is likely beyond you. Straight to support team, then.
When you turn to leave the room, his body is stretched across the doorframe, filling it up. You take a moment to let yourself be breathless at the sight of him. Itâs not that you forget how beautiful he is, but more that nothing could possibly prepare you for the sight of him, especially not just casually out of nowhere like this.Â
âDinner?â He asks.
âThought you might want that before a bath.âÂ
That was a lie. You knew he would want dinner before a bath when you heard his stomach growl about 5 minutes after he walked in the door. Not that he would admit to that, silly boy.
You move to walk past him into the kitchen, but he catches you around the waist, nose skimming across the skin of your neck as he leans forward. He looks you up and down, bright green eyes soaking you up.
âYou look so pretty,â he mumbles.
Your breath catches in your throat at his words, leaning into his touch. He brushes his lips against your jaw, just beneath your ear.
âMy pretty girl.â He pulls you flush against him, pushing a strand of your hair back. âGonna drive me crazy.â
âI know what youâre doing,â you breathe, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
âOh? What am I doing?â
He plays innocent, but you see the look in his eyes.
âYouâre trying to distract me from taking care of you. Not going to happen, pretty boy.â
You slip out of his embrace, throwing a teasing glance his way over your shoulder as you head towards the kitchen, swaying your hips perhaps a little more than was strictly necessary.
âMaybe I just think you look really good in my clothes,â he suggests, following you. âHard to resist.â
You hum mindlessly, a grin playing on your lips as you reach up into the cabinets to pull out an All Might themed bowl for him and a more traditional choice for yourself. You put rice in both of the bowls, doubling the portions for him, and serve the chicken.
âYou didnât have to do this, you know.â Izuku grows more serious from where he sits at your kitchen table, his chair scuffed and comfortable with age, face lit up and golden in the warmth of your kitchen.
âWell, somebody has to feed my big strong hero, and it better not be any other girl,â you respond lightheartedly.
âWouldnât want any other girl. Not when I have the best one in the world right here.â
You canât help but blush as you start in on the food. Deku eats like a starving man, and he has for as long as youâve known him, except when heâs upset. It gives you almost no time to admire him as you try to keep up, but you still try to get as much of him as you can, always afraid that heâs too good to be true. Worried of the moment heâll disappear on you.
âI can feel you watching.â He says when heâs finished.
You just roll your eyes, still eating despite your best efforts. Heâs called you out on it a million times before. You stopped being embarrassed a long time ago.
You two sit in silence until you finish, but itâs comfortable, the sort of silence that settles down when one of you is tired and the other is pleasantly content, or when maybe youâre both a little bit of each. He speaks up when you take the dishes to place them in the sink.
âYou know, you would make a good Mom.â His eyes are glazed over in thought, obviously somewhere else.
âYou think so?â You asked quietly, frozen at the kitchen sink.
âYeah. We would have pretty babies too,â he muses.
âYeah?â You turn around, leaning your back against the sink.
âUh huh. Can see it now.â A distant smile pulls the corners of his mouth up. âOur little babies calling you Mommy.â
You cross the kitchen table, settling down into his lap. Your arms loop effortlessly over his broad shoulders, so used to the motion.
âTell me about it,â you say.
âWanna buy you a house,â he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck in the way he always does when heâs tired down to his bones. âAnd a ring. A ring as pretty as you are. I want to have so many babies with you. Have all these kids running around the house, and I want them to all look just as pretty as their Mommy.â
âThat sounds perfect.â You run your fingers through his soft curls, body intertwined so closely with his you feel his lashes against your shoulder when he blinks sharply.
âDid you say something about a bath earlier, or did I imagine that?â He asks, voice confused with his exhaustion.
You giggle. âI did actually mention a bath.â
âThat sounds nice.âÂ
He stands, picking you up even now, as tired as he is.
âIzuku!â You squeal. âPut me down!â
âNope, sorry princess. Weâre gonna go take a bath.â
Heâs all business as he carries you to the bathroom, plopping you down on the edge of the tub. You beat him to the faucet though, determined to keep your hold on the night and keep taking care of him.
âWhat bath salts do you want?â
He sits down on the floor beside you, back leaning against the tub and cheek pressed to your thigh as he sighs deeply, eyes fluttering shut.
âWhatever you use. Wanna smell like you. You smell good.â
You follow his instructions, setting the bath up with all of your favorites as he peppers the outside of your thigh with kisses. Your hands never shake, the movements practiced from all the years youâve spent making baths for yourself and later, yourself and Izuku. When youâre finished, you both slide into the bathtub.
You take your time, washing his hair gently. Youâre just as careful with the washcloth, paying attention to every part of his body, making sure not to miss a speck of blood or a smudge of dirt. Youâre dedicated to your work and unconcerned with your own cleanliness, though you do briefly wash up so you donât get the sheets dirty.
You wrap him and yourself up in towels when you get out, the darkened water swirling down your drain.
âSomebody was messy today.â
âSorry.â Izuku blushes, knowing youâll have to clean the tub later.
âDonât be. Iâm proud of you. You work so hard to keep people safe.â
He smiles at you, and you can see in his eyes heâs woozy from tiredness. You pull him forward into you, holding him in your arms even as you drag him back into bed with you. He manages to crawl into his sweats before crawling under the covers, and you donât bother to do anything but pop his sweater back on.
He rolls into you, already half asleep but still wrapping you up in his arms. âI meant all of that earlier, you know?â
âHmm?â you ask, confused.
âI really do want to have a family with you. A home.â He presses a tired kiss to your temple.
âI know. I want that too, âZuku,â you mumble, his tiredness contagious.
âI love you.â He wraps you up tighter if thatâs at all possible. âTo the moon. And to Saturn. And Pluto.â
You giggle a little, eyelids falling closed. âLove you too. To the moon and to Saturn and to Pluto.â
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Hi!!! First of all, I am likeđ„ș such a fan of everything you write! And so I saw that youâre taking prompts and thought Iâd try my luck. So, if youâre inspired of course, maybe you would do âIâm not leavingâ or âIâm glad youâre hereâ (or literally any prompt from that list bc theyâre all justđ„șđ„ș) for Steve/Tony? Oh, and as a fellow Swiftie, I hope youâre ready for the Fearless re-release tomorrow !!!đ€Ż bc Iâm looking forward to crying my way through this weekendđ„Čđ„°đ„șđđ
hi!!! thank you so much, and Iâm so sorry this took so long! but i also managed to put both prompts into it so hopefully that makes up for it lol. also the fearless re-recordings are so insanely good and the vault songs are god tier!!
Tony has a vision in his mind for the day he graduates from college. Itâs been there since he was just a kid and the furthest ahead he could imagine for himself was that day. At the time it seemed like a hundred years away, and it carried an allure of freedom that was nearly unfathomable back then.Â
He always thought Ana and Jarvis would be there, sitting next to his mom. Howard came and went from the vision, because sometimes Tony would dream that it would be the day he was finally proud of him and sometimes he would be out of Tonyâs life completely by then. When Steve comes into his life in middle school, new to California from Brooklyn, he gets added to that vision, too.Â
The reality ends up disappointing.Â
Itâs been a few months since Jarvis passed, a couple of years since his parents died, and even longer since Anaâs death, but it hurts a little more today. All of the empty seats make Tonyâs chest ache. Steveâs absence makes it even worse, even if he understands it. Itâs not the first time the army made him miss something big, and Tony knows it wonât be the last. At least heâd been apologetic on the phone. A little sad, even, which made Tony feel worse for it.Â
After the ceremony ends, Rhodey slings his arm around his shoulder and Pepper walks on his other side.Â
âJust once I wish theyâd pick someone actually good to speak at these things,â Rhodey complains. âThat was so cheesy.â
âYou mean you arenât excited for the first day of the rest of our lives?â Pepper teases.Â
Tony laughs, âI thought the real low point was that joke he tried to make in the middle. Not too inspiring to imply that our degrees are essentially useless.â
âNo, I love knowing that Iâve wasted the last four years.â
Rhodey hums, âAlso wish he was a little more wrong about that.â
Rhodeyâs family starts to call his name, waving enthusiastically from where the large group of them is huddled together. Pepperâs parents stand with them, looking so clearly like the odd ones out that it makes Tony grin.Â
âI see your families are getting along just fine,â Tony says, watching Pepperâs mom bounce one of Rhodeyâs cousins in her arms.Â
âTheyâve joined forces to nag us to death about getting married,â Pepper sighs, but thereâs a fond smile on her face that betrays her.Â
âTrying to get you to set a date?â
Rhodey grins, âTrying to get me to propose, actually.â
âYou proposed last month,â Tony frowns and looks down at her left hand, which is surprisingly bare. âI didnât hallucinate that, did I?â
Pepper pulls her necklace out from where it was hidden beneath her collar. The ring sits on a delicate silver chain, diamond glittering in the sunlight for just a moment before she tucks it away again. She puts her index finger to her lips to tell him to keep it quiet, and Tony laughs.Â
âWhat did your innocent families do to deserve this?â
âThere are no innocents in our families,â Rhodey says seriously. âWeâre just buying ourselves some time until nagging me into proposing turns into everybody trying to plan our wedding for us.â
âMy mother has terrible taste,â Pepper adds.
Waving from their families has turned into walking their way, and Tony gets sucked into the fold along with the two of them. He means to slip away after a few minutes, but no one lets that happen. Rhodeyâs mom hugs him tightly and tells him he needs to eat more, followed immediately by how proud she is, and his cheeks turn pink under her attention. Somehow she wrangles him into joining them for the celebration dinner, but he canât say that he minds much when heâs sitting with all of them. The laughter and stories take his mind off the melancholy feeling thatâs been following him around lately, and it isnât until heâs back in his quiet apartment much later in the day that he thinks about it again.Â
His hand twists into the chain around his neck, dog tags clinking together. Theyâre the first ones Steve got, back when he was newly enlisted after high school, and the letters are worn down beneath Tonyâs thumb as he traces the shape of Steveâs name. He remembers that first time Steve put them around his neck and told him to keep them safe while he was gone. It was a promise to come back, and on the worst nights theyâre both a comfort and a curse.Â
Leaning back against the closed door, he looks at the messy room in front of him. Finals week left him with little time for anything other than studying, and that coupled with his existing propensity for disorder, it looks a bit like a smaller tornado crossed through the apartment. Mugs stained with brown rings on the inside litter the coffee table, accompanied by pages of notes, pens, and uncapped highlighters. The blanket has fallen into a crumpled pile on the floor, and Tony is contemplating if he has the will to clean it all up when thereâs a knock right behind his head.Â
He assumes itâs Rhodey and Pepper, here to decompress after finally untangling themselves from their families, and he turns around to open the door with a light-hearted remark already on his lips. Whatever it was leaves his mind immediately at what he finds instead.
âHey, baby,â Steve smiles. âIâm sorry Iâm late.â
Tony means to say something in return, but all that he actually manages is a choked out sob. He doesnât fully realize heâs crying until Steveâs hands are on his cheeks to brush away the tears.Â
âDonât cry, sweetheart,â Steve murmurs, and Tony clutches at every part of him that he can reach. He grips the rough fabric of the fatigues, clings to his arms and shoulders and back, and he canât possibly get close enough.Â
âYouâre here,â Tony whispers when he eventually finds his breath again. âYouâre here, youâre actually here.â
Steveâs hand strokes through his hair, and his other hand is holding on to Tony just as tight as Tony is holding on to him. âIâm here, baby.â
He isnât sure how long they stand there like that, swaying slightly as they hang on to each other, but it must be quite a long while before he can let go again. Even then, though, he doesnât let Steve go very far. They fall onto the couch in one tangled mess of limbs. Tony puts his chin on Steveâs chest to look at him, and Steve looks back with a soft smile that almost makes him want to cry again. Thereâs a small, faded scratch on Steveâs cheek that wasnât there before, and Tony reaches out to trace it with the tip of his finger.Â
âIâm glad youâre here,â Tony says quietly, like if he speaks any louder, the lovely little bubble theyâre in will break.Â
âIâm sorry I couldnât be here earlier,â Steve says again. âI really tried, but -â
Tony interrupts him with a shake of his head, âItâs okay. Youâre here now.â
âIâll be here for a while, I promise.â
Tony smiles, but thereâs a dull, familiar ache in his chest at the thought that it will eventually come to end anyway. âHow long do I have you for?â
Instead of answering, Steve shuffles a bit beneath him, hand worming its way into his pocket. He pulls out a folded paper and hands it to Tony, expression unreadable. Tony sits up a little to read it, and by the time heâs finished reading every single line to make sure itâs real, his hand is shaking.Â
âYou - youâre - discharged?â Tony stammers out. âYouâre done?â
Steve nods, grin slowly forming as he watches Tony process it. âWas sort of hoping that might make up for missing the ceremony this morning.â
Tony laughs, light and carefree in a way that he hasnât felt in four years. He kisses Steve with everything he has, paper crinkling between them, and between one kiss and the next, Steve reassures, âIâm not leaving, sweetheart. Never leaving again.â
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No worries lol, not a lot of people know of him!
Him and Tommy are good friends and some people creat scenarios of what they think would happen if Deo came into the SMP, seeing how Tommy has been treated and (somewhat) abused.
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Anywho, now with that little break I had lots of time to think about asks! Specifically Hermitcraft.
I am requesting a short story of Grian absolutely annoying the ishïżŒ out of the other hermits (like, way more than usual lol) and how theyâd react.
Considering all hermits are little gremlins in their own way, theyâd probably laugh - after gasping/screaming/fear singing etc -
But, one type of chaos Grian hasnât tried yet? Trying to land on peopleâs shoulders. (Gonna do Hermitcraft 8 w/ the Boatem Pole)
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The Magical Menagerie was perfect. The dragon-winged hermit was pleased, and rather proud, of his work. Boo was happy in her containment, the phantom was pleased, the bees were nestling on the flowers, the brown mooshroom was being messed with by Fake Jellie and the black cat Grian had yet to name. He thought about naming her Jinx or maybe Beetle, but nothing was set in stone yet. The winged hermit decided that the dayâs work could be relaxed. What better way to relax than to feed all the magical creatures and read a book?
Ironically enough, after giving Boo her gunpowder, and the cats their salmon, the idea came to Grian. He curled his right wing to see it, then nodded slowly. He smirked mischievously, petting Fake Jellie and Black Cat before exiting the Magical Menagerie.Â
He quickly took flight, excited to find his first victim - ahem - friend.Â
The winged hermit first spotted Mumbo Jumbo, and made a quick plan as he let his wings keep him afloat. The potato was restocking his potato vending machine, well, ârestockingâ. More like checking if he needed to restock. Grian landed on Treesea, and shushed the woodly golem before she alerted Mumbo.Â
Grian then stared a few moments, then jumped off, his wings spread out behind him. âHI MUMBO!â
âWha-â Mumbo screamed and instantly toppled over when Grian tried to land on his shoulders. Grian was laughing, and Mumbo was groaning. âOw... hello Grian.â
âHiiii,â Grian plopped his head on Mumboâs. âHow are youuu?â
âConsidering you just tackled me?... pretty good, actually.â
One friend down, another to go.
~
After Mumbo, Grian stalked the Boatem Village - checking everybodyâs bases, their usual spots, but everybody seemed to disappeared. Until, Grian saw Impulse as the man was making plans by the Boatem Hole. The winged hermit flew past Impulse, seeing how he casted a shadow, and waving when Impulse waved back. Grian hummed, deciding to perch on Impulseâs base. He tapped his fingers together in front of his lip.Â
Impulse changed positions so he was laying on his stomach, writing in his notebook. Grian was the most impatient patient person ever. So, the winged hermit decided to draw on his hand with a marker - he had a marker designed to draw on skin, for just these occasions. With every small doodle done, he glanced down to Impulse, seeing if the hermit had moved.
An hour or so passed, Grian had an entire arm of doodles, but Impulse finally stood up, satisfied with his work. Grian quickly took flight, screaming Impulseâs name as he tackled the hermit all too close to the void.
âGRIAN THE VOID-â
âOH MY GOSH, HAHA-â
âSIR, THAT WAS WAY TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT!â
Another down... and Grian owed Impulse a sharpie.
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Grian decided that Scar was next. He perched on the tippy top of the wagon, waiting for the salesman to arrive. It didnât take long, surprisingly. Grian climbed down from the peak, watching Scar as he talked to Jellie about building. Being extra careful, Grian gently landed on Scarâs shoulders - Scar wasnât a fighter, would definitely have to respawn if Grian wasnât careful.
âWell hello there!â Scar smiled.
âHi Scar!â Grian smiled, moving from standing on his shoulders to sitting. Jellie meowed, hopping onto Scarâs head by climbing on Grian. âWhatcha doing?â
âI was showing Jellie around!â
Grian and Scar had an hour or so conversation before Grian headed off to find Pearl.
~
Now, Pearl was a strong hermit. All the hermits were strong in their own ways - if not beefed up from constant fighting or building, they were toned from landscaping and parkour. Pearl was no exception, but she could definitely beat everyone in Boatem in a fight.
Grian wanted to tackle her like Impulse and Mumbo. Surely if she was caught off guard, it would be accomplished.
Nope.
âPEEEEEEARL!!!â
âHELLO GRIANâ Pearl managed to prepared herself as Grian slammed onto her. She stumbled, but kept herself and Grian up. Pearl laughed a bit, and Grian flopped to sit on her shoulders. âNice one, Grian.â
âI didnât get you thooooooooooo.â
âNext time, buddy, next time.â
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Being pregnant with Greg âMouseâ Gerwitzâs baby
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Paring: Greg âMouseâ Gerwitz x Reader
Universe: One Chicago
Word Count: 2759
Warnings: mention of PTSD, pregnancy, child birth, pain, therapy, overprotectivness, fem!reader
If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!
Summary:Â How your pregnancy could be when being in a relationship with Mouse and as a member of the Intelligence Unit?
You met at work. You were a detective in the Intelligence Unit and an old friend of Jay Halstead when Mouse started working there. You immediately found him very sweet, and very often, you couldn't stop smiling when he couldn't stop talking or did his tech magic.Â
You spent a lot of time talking. It was common to find both of you together. When you needed a moment to calm down after a case, you hid downstairs with him. When you all talked about new evidence in the case, he would lean against your desk. When you came back from the call, he ALWAYS came to check on you.Â
You became closer after Nadia's death. Being a female cop was hard. You offered to help her, and that allowed you to spend a lot of time together. Her death hit you hard. (Not so hard like Lindsay, but still.) He had seen how different cases affected you. However, he had never seen you crying so hard, like in the moment when news about finding Nadia's body reached you. You collapsed in his arms, and he held you for hours.Â
You started dating sometime after that. You both knew Voight's rule about no dating in the unit. Because of that, at your request, when you were sure about this relationship, you told him about this. You were sincere about everything, showing him that your relationship didn't affect your work.Â
Everybody said that you are a perfect couple. Of course, you argued, but you always tried to understand the other person. Sometimes he was a little overprotective. Sometimes you were pissed off when he shut you down. But at the end of the day, you always tried to make up. Life was too short, especially when you were a cop.Â
Pregnancy definitely wasn't planned. You realized that you were late on your period, and you told Mouse about this, even if at the beginning you thought that it was because of stress. He offered to go for a pregnancy test. When you waited for results, you saw how anxious he was, so you just held his hand. The test came positive, and you watched how he freaked out. He was afraid that he can't be a good father, that because of his PTSD, he could hurt the baby.Â
"Greg⊠I know this is hard, and I'm not ready either. But I can't⊠I can't abort it." her voice cracked, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know that you will be an amazing father. I know it because you already took good care of me. You are so caring and generous. And I know that you would never hurt them. It will be hard, but I'm sure that together we can do it, like we did with so many things. But if you don't want it⊠I won't force you to stick with us. And I won't be mad if you walk away. Maybe I'll be a little hurt, but I will understand, Greg." She felt tears in her eyes when she looked at him. She could tell that he was thinking about her words. And then he came closer to her and took her in his arms. He held her tight, and she let her tears run on her cheeks.Â
"I could never walk away from you. And you're right. We can do it. I'll go for a therapy or support group to keep my demons under control."
She didn't know what to say, how to show him how grateful and happy she was, so she just took his face in her hands and kissed him.
You made an appointment as soon as possible. That day, Mouse called Voight that you felt unwell and he'd stay with you. You went to the doctor's office together. When they did an ultrasound, he held your hand so tight and couldn't stop bouncing his leg. You both couldn't tear your eyes from the picture of your baby on the monitor. When your doctor asked if you wanted her to print it and how many copies you want, he just said: "As many as you could give us."Â
You told Voight about your pregnancy as soon as it was confirmed. Actually you called him after you left the doctorâs office to meet him. You didn't want to risk the baby's life because of your work. When you told him, he really surprised you. He was so happy for both of you and hugged you. Immediately he put you on desk work for the unit - you worked for him so long that he knew that there is no power in the universe to stop you from working.Â
You tried to hide it for the rest of the team as long as you could. You wanted to wait for the end of the first trimester, and you used an old wound as an excuse.Â
After you found out about the baby, Mouse called Doctor Charles and started therapy again. He really wanted to be the best version of him for both of you. You always assured him that you are very proud of him and that you see everything he'd done. Â
After your first appointment, Mouse became a little overprotective. He checked if you were not hungry and drank enough water. He made sure you didn't drink too much coffee and tried to get you to give it up.Â
When the possibility of miscarriage went lower, you decided to announce pregnancy to your team. It was so hard to hide your pregnancy, especially when Ruzek and Atwater's lunch choices made you sick. You also were sure that Serge Platt knew about the baby or at least suspected something. This woman always knew everything, but she never said anything.Â
Y/N and Mouse came to work a little earlier that day. She was glad that only Voight was in the bullpen. Mouse put your enlarged ultrasound on board and you wrote next to it: "Backup is on the way! Baby Gerwitz coming *due date*" and then turned the board to hide it, waiting for the rest of the team. She sat behind her desk, patiently waiting for everybody to come to work and slowly starting paperwork. When everybody came, Mouse went for Trudy, telling her that they needed her help with a case. When they all were on their spots, Voight went out of his office. A few days before, they asked him for help with the announcement, and even if he acted tough cop, he was honoured. He looked at Y/N, and when she nodded, feeling Mouse's hand on arm, he got the unit's attention.Â
"Listen up, we got a case." He turned the board, and three of them watched the rest of this chosen family. Trudy was the first who gasped, looking at the young detective and then quickly came to her, taking Y/N in her arms. Y/N couldn't stop her tears at the amount of love from this family. She happily accepted every congratulations and hug. When she leaned on Mouse slightly, answering Erin and Antonio's questions, she missed the proud smile that Voight, Trudy and Al exchanged.
Since that day, Halstead, Ruzek and Atwater went overprotective of you. You often found on your desk some healthy snack, they brought you something to drink before you could stand up from your chair. If you only mention food that you craved, often one of them found a way to bring it to you. If you frown because of a cramp or because the position you were sitting in was not comfortable, they immediately asked if you were alright or needed to see a doctor. If they only could, they would put you on bed rest - much to Mouse happiness. And when they were too much, and your threats to kick their asses didn't work, only one look at Olinsky or Lindsay was enough to put them in line by one of them. Trudy welcomed you every day with a big smile, asking how you and "Baby Mouse" were feeling. She always made sure that you didn't carry anything looking heavy and made one of the patrol officers bring it upstairs. She loved hearing news about the baby, and when she found out that they started kicking, she was more than happy to feel it on her hand.Â
You and Mouse spent a lot of time at home. He loved holding you in his arms, caressing your belly. One of his best memories from pregnancy was when you both felt them kicking for the first time. He bent on his knees to place a kiss on your stomach, and then he felt it against his lips. He gasped with wide-open eyes, and with chuckles, he kissed it again, whispering how much he loves them.
Mouse didn't let you do anything in the nursery. Of course, you could choose everything and decide what you want it to look like, but you couldn't even wash off the dust. With help from Jay, he made everything there, and you could go inside only when everything was ready. The effect exceeded your expectations.
Pregnancy also affected your sex life, especially in the second trimester. Your hormones made you so horny, and after calming Mouse that sex is safe in your condition, you tried new positions and other ways to reach the pleasure.Â
Mouse made sure to be at every doctor appointment. He loved seeing your child on ultrasound and hearing their heartbeat. He also went with you to childbirth classes. Actually, it was him who asked to go there. He just wanted to know what he should be prepared for.Â
He didn't complain about helping you when you couldn't sleep at night. He would go to the grocery if you had some weird cravings. He would rub your belly, talking to the baby, when they were moving too much. He would do everything to make you comfortable. He would rub your leg when you woke up because of contraction or massage your back. He tried to be patient with you, and your moods swung. He would calm you down with a smile after you started crying at Ruzek's comment about how big your belly became. He always assured you how beautiful you were in his eyes and how much he loved you and your changing body.Â
You didn't make it to maternity leave when your waters broke in the middle of the bullpen. Everybody knew that you wanted to stay as long as you could at work. It was your first child, and you were a little afraid to be alone too long, and your sight also calmed down Mouse. You were alone upstairs when it started. Very calm you came to your desk and called Trudy, who were downstairs at the front desk. When she packed you to the car, you texted Mouse to meet in the hospital.
You were already changed in a hospital gown and slowly walking through the hospital corridors, leaning on Trudy's arm. She held your hand and slowly rubbed your backs whenever you stopped because of contraction. You both talked with Maggie from ED when you saw him running in look at you. You smiled at him and leaned against him when he hugged you.Â
"You alright, babe? You scared meâŠ" he whispered in your hair.
"I'm okay. The baby just decided to come earlier. I think they couldn't wait to meet you." He chuckled, and then he looked at Trudy.Â
"Sarge, thank you for keeping them safe."Â
"Everything for that baby." She smiled at you and squeezed your hand. She stepped back to go to the district, where she could wait there for any news about the baby, but you held her hand.Â
"Sarge. Could you... Stay here?" If it didn't feel the wave of pain that moment, you could see tears in her eyes when she happily agreed.Â
He saw pain on your face and how you dealt with it. He felt so helpless, hearing your moans and grunts full of pain. He tried to do everything to ease it at least a little, but there was a moment when he felt so overwhelmed by this.
You watched Mouse, trying to breathe in the way they taught you in childbirth classes. You saw how his eyes became foggy, and he couldn't stop them at anything for more than a few seconds. You slowly touched his hand and squeezed it slightly.Â
"Greg, love... Maybe you should take a walk? Go check if the unit is here or go buy yourself something to drink."Â
He didn't say anything but nodded his head and then walked out to the corridor. He didn't know how he walked out in front of the hospital. Not long after this, Jay found him sitting there with his head in his arms. With a frown, he touched his shoulder. He quickly guessed that his PTSD was making itself felt.
"Mouse, something happened? Something with the baby?"Â
"She's in so much pain..."Â
"And she needs you right now. Y/N is giving birth to your baby. And both of them need you, man."Â
"What if I lose her? I can't..."
"And you won't. Y/N is the toughest cop I know, and she will survive this just like your baby. But she needs to know right now that you are with her in this. She needs all the moral support she can get, and you are the best person for this." Mouse nodded and took a few deep breaths.Â
"You're right. Y/N needs me." Mouse looked at his friend and quickly got up. He ran to your room again to hold your hand through all this.Â
Since that moment, he was by your side all the time, doing everything you asked him. When you started pushing, he held your hand and kept kissing your head. He whispered encouraging words in your ear, trying to be helpful for you. He couldn't count how many times he wished to take all your pain on him.Â
He started crying when he heard your baby crying. When they rested them on your chest, he watched them, carefully touching their backs. He laced a fond kiss on their head and then kissed your lips. You watched this little person snuggling to your body with an amused face expression.Â
After they checked if everything was okay with the baby and with you, they put you in a room. You sent Mouse to tell your friends that the baby is already in the world, and he did it with a proud smile. He asked them to give you some time, and then they could meet the youngest Gerwitz. He came back to you and then held your child against his chest when you rested a little.Â
After some time, full of watching your baby and daydreaming about their future, Mouse went for your unit family. You held the baby in your arms with a big smile when they came in. Erin, Kim and Trudy started cooing at the baby when the older of them took the baby in her arms. You watched them with a tired smile, couldn't help giggling when Mouse acted as an overprotective father. You looked up, feeling how someone squeezed your shoulder slightly, and you met Voight's eyes, who smiled at you and whispered: "Good work, kid. And don't worry. This will be the safest kid in the whole city." It just made you believe that the whole unit will have this childâs back no matter what. And for most of the afternoon, you sat surrounded by people who you choose for your family. You listened to how they promised your child what they would do together and how great it will be. You were moved how they already cared for this baby and you. You happily accepted every hug, especially the one from Trudy and Al, which were like parental for you.Â
When you were left alone, Mouse couldn't tear his eyes from your baby and didn't want to put them on that cold, plastic crib. He kissed your forehead with eyes full of love and let you finally sleep. In this room was everything that he ever wanted but didn't have enough courage to dream about this. So he watched the both of you, vigilant that no one disturbs you in your sleep. It was his life now, and he swore to himself that he would do everything to keep you both safe and happy.Â
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pretending is a gateway drug // george weasley
Summary: George bribes the reader into being his fake girlfriend for forty-two days, you can imagine how that plays out.
Request: hey lovey! absolutely in love with your writing; itâs so beautiful and i just cannot get enough of it! if your requests are open (and you like the idea) could i ask for our beloved george x readerâiâve recently been obsessed with fake dating tropes where they end up together in the end.. i donât have anything specific in mind for the plot, i know whatever you come up with will be fabulous :D thanks a ton darling.. keep on writing, you have a gift, x
A/N: I love this trope so much and this was the sweetest compliment and I was beyond excited to start this â also I usually try to keep it gender neutral but it was a struggle with this so sorry about that :( also this is so long oh my god
Reader: female
Warnings: female reader, making out
You hadnât heard George sneak up behind you, but being friends with the twins for as long as you had, you werenât surprised easily.
âY/N, I need a favour,â he said, leaning on the bookshelf you were rifling through. You didnât turn to face him; you already knew it was George by his voice.
âNo.â
You dragged your fingers across the spines of a few books before finding the book on Potions you were after, a disproportionately happy smile lifting your cheeks at the prospect.
âYou donât even know what it is!â
You huffed, running your tongue over your teeth before turning to him, tilting your head.
âFine. What is it?â
You raised your eyebrow, leaning the book on your hip. He smiled slightly.
âI need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.â
You blinked at him, staring at his hopeful expression.
âNo.â
And with that, you walked over to Madam Pince to sign out the book. George stayed a few feet behind you, not wanting to incur Madam Pinceâs wrath as he had done countless times before. Fred and George were notorious in the library; once theyâd made Pince so mad she banned them for a month before McGonagall convinced her they needed to use the library for their studies. A laughable idea.
âThank you,â you said to the librarian. She shot George a deathly glare over your shoulder and you couldnât help but enjoy his discomfort. She then directed it at you and you found yourself walking toward the exit very quickly.
âCome on, Y/N, please!â George begged, walking next to you back to the Gryffindor common room.
âNo.â
âPleaseâŠâ
âNope.â
âWhat if I split the money with you?â
You stopped in your tracks, frowning and turning your head towards him.
âWhat money?â
You wanted to punch him for the cheerful grin that erupted on his face.
âI am so very glad you asked. Ron said that I couldnât get a girlfriend if I tried, which is a bit rich, really, donât you think?â
Something about your expression told him he should get to the point.
âAnyway, so, Ron made a bet with Fred that I couldnât get a girlfriend before the Yule Ball.â
âSo why not just get one of the Beauxbatons girls to date you? Itâs like two months away.â
âForty-two days, actually. And, I donât actually want a girlfriend.â
You narrowed your eyes.
âI donât believe you.â
He rolled his eyes and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around to face the window, the whole of Hogwarts in the view.
âThere is a whole world of girls to make out with out there, Y/N. Now, why would I limit myself?â
You turned your head to face him, his face very close to yours from where he stood with his palms still sat on your shoulders. Your face felt warm all of a sudden.
âI hate you.â
âI know,â he smiled, letting you go so you could turn around. âBut will you help me?â
âWhy me? Why not Angelina? Or Katie?â
âFredâs got his eye on Angelina and I think Katie actually fancies meâŠâ his expression turned from pensive to cocky in almost a second. âCanât blame her really.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms, your book perched in your hand.
âHow much?â
âThe betâs four galleons.â
âFour?â you echoed, frowning. âBloody hell, Ron must really think youâre undesirable.â
You smirked, tilted your head to the side. âCanât blame him really.â
âOi!â George huffed, pushing you to the side. You shoved him back, starting to walk again.
âIâll do it for two galleons.â
âTwo galleons! Thatâs bloody half!â
âNice to see your years of Arithmancy has paid off.â
âThat only leaves a galleon each for me and Fred.â
âWithout me, it leaves nothing for you and Fred, because without me, you wonât win the bet.â
He stared at you for a moment, the only sound: your in-sync footsteps down the corridor.
âFine.â
âWhen do we start then, boyfriend?â you asked, stopping directly outside the Fat Ladyâs portrait and swivelling to face George with a smug grin, enjoying his annoyed reluctance far too much.
âRight now, girlfriend.â
And so, thatâs how became George Weasleyâs girlfriend in four minutes â no doubt a new record for him. When you walked inside, you rushed to sit down first, as you always did, and ended up on the opposite side of the sofa to Fred, your feet stretched out towards him and your back against the arm. As he always did, George lifted your feet with an eye roll and sat underneath them, resting them on his lap. The others all greeted you but nobody batted an eyelid.
But then George placed his hand on your leg, just above your knee and you felt your breath hitch at the contact. He seemed to notice your unease and turned to you, a silent question in his eyes as he began to rub his thumb up and down. You shot him a small smile, mainly for any audience you may have had, you told yourself, but you couldnât deny how nice it felt, though and that both scared and delighted you.
âIâm sorry,â Fred said, his voice loud as he looked at you. No one had really heard him yet, but you knew it wouldnât stop him, he was relentless. His eyes were full of amusement and you could only imagine how much heâd enjoy this whole arrangement. âWhat is happening here?â
He pointed at Georgeâs hand on your knee and for some reason, George had the good sense to look almost bashful at the attention. Some part of you didnât want him to make it a big deal or obvious but you couldnât figure out why exactly.
âBit saucy for you two, isnât it?â
With a scowl, you lifted up the leg Georgeâs hand wasnât rested on and kicked Fred in the side, earning a grunt in response.
âShut up, Fred,â you whispered, trying not to draw attention to yourself. George laughed at his twinâs pained expression.
âBrilliant, love.â He said so easily it was almost natural. You froze at the pet-name but thankfully you could blame it on Ronâs outburst that had cut through the room.
âIs something going on with you two?â he asked suspiciously, looking between you and George accusingly.
âGet a grip,â Ginny insisted, âY/N would never stoop that low.â
You smiled at her comment but you knew youâd have to do something pretty convincing to earn your two galleons.
âOh, shut up, Ron,â you said half-heartedly, drawing every eye listening to you. Georgeâs hand squeezed your leg comfortingly, or maybe warningly. Hermione frowned, leaning forward.
âAre you dating George?â
You pursed your lips and leant into the back of the sofa, automatically towards George, a force of habit you werenât aware of.
âWow,â Harry said, rather observantly for him. You rolled your eyes before standing up and walking away from them. You knew all eyes were on you and so, you stopped and turned, eyebrows drawn down.
âYou coming?â
Georgeâs face lit up at your words and he stood up, grinning as he raced over to you. As you both walked towards the boysâ dorms, you could feel their stares on your back. George could too, it seemed, and as you started up the stairs, he rested a hand on your hip. You knew, at that point, that you were definitely getting paid after this.
You were two weeks in when you started slipping. You hadnât forgotten that you were supposed to be dating, in fact, it seemed like youâd forgotten that you werenât really. Something about George just felt so right and easy. Heâd put his arm around your waist when you sat next to him or around your shoulder in the corridor and heâd kiss your hairline before he left and your cheek when youâd done something to be proud of. You spent more time with him to keep up appearances and whilst you knew you liked George - he was one of your best friends for a reason - you didnât realise how much you liked his company. He made you laugh until you thought youâd throw up and smile so much your cheeks would ache. You had to remind yourself it wasnât real but you didnât suspect anything untoward about your feelings really â you were just close with your best friend, is all.
Ron, however, was immensely suspicious. After three weeks of the pretence, he stormed in to find you lying on the sofa with George, your head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you as you played with each otherâs hands, talking about nothing. It wouldnât have been an uncommon sight before your business deal but now everybody thought you were dating, there was something strangely intimate about it.
âI know youâre faking it,â Ron said, frowning and pointing his finger at you both. You snorted and George frowned, neither of you moving.
âOkay?â you said, not at all fazed. Maybe youâd gotten a little too used to it.
âIâve never seen you kiss.â
You shot Ron a strange look before you felt Georgeâs lips briefly pressed against the side of your head. Ron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, a smug expression on his face.
âI meant properly. Iâve never seen you kiss properly.â
Fred, whoâd only just arrived, sat down on a chair opposite you with an amused smile.
âYouâre a right little pervert. Arenât you, Ronniekins?â
âOh, piss off, Fred. You know Iâm right!â
âFine,â George said, shuffling a little bit and sitting you both up. He stood on the sofa, dragging you up with him. He ignored your confused expression, looking around the busy common room with a grin. âLadies, gentlemen and Ron, this is my very real girlfriend and we are very really dating and I love her very much.â
You knew it wasnât real and you were fine with that, you thought. You couldnât ignore, though, the unsettling feeling in your stomach. You didnât have time to think on it though because within seconds, George had grabbed your face in his large, warm hands and kissed you. You were understandably startled at first, completely unprepared and very much not convinced about how fake the whole thing was â it certainly didnât feel fake when he bit softly at your bottom lip. There were multiple wolf whistles and hoots from the people around, mostly Fred, you suspected. You couldnât focus on them as your hands shot to Georgeâs chest in surprise, his jumper soft under your fingertips. He leant you back a little bit, one of his hands holding you close to him by the small of your back. It wasnât until you felt lightheaded that he pulled away.
Slightly dazed, you looked up at him and he sent you a dazzling smile before he turned to Ron, who was as red as a tomato and swallowing gruffly.
âFine,â he muttered, shaking his head. He all but slumped away, cursing under his breath.
George turned to you, a smile on his face, as everyone decided they had better things to do than stare at you and George making out. You felt a lump in your throat as you stared at him and for a moment, it all felt way too real; one hand on your back and the other cupping your jaw, you felt like he was still kissing you and suddenly you couldnât breathe again. George opened his mouth to speak but Fred beat him to it. His face was a lot lower than yours were from his place on the floor, a ridiculously smug smile on his lips.
âBrilliant work, you two,â he said cheerily, staring at you for a fraction too long. âTruly dedicated to the cause.â
You felt sick at his words, but you nodded anyway.
âThanks for going with me there, Y/N. We definitely sold that kiss.â
You nodded again, feeling empty. Nothing made you feel more hollow, though than when Georgeâs hands left you.
âReady to go give Filch a lunchtime he wonât regret?â
âAlways,â George replied, beyond excited. He shot you a wink before disappearing with his brother through the portrait hole. You sat down on the sofa with a huff, your eyes sad and your heart tied to an anchor.
You avoided George the fourth week. Not enough to make anyone suspicious, but enough to make you feel less horrible about the whole situation. You werenât ready to think about why it had been bothering you so much; you knew it was fake when you signed up for it and it wasnât like you liked George or anything. Fortunately, a voice calling your name interrupted you before you could go down that rabbit hole. Unfortunately, the voice belonged to George and he was chasing after you, rushing past shorter students. You knew full well you couldnât avoid him, no matter how much you wanted to, so you plastered a big smile on your face and turned to him, fully aware that noise carried on the moving staircases.
âGeorgie,â you said happily, ignoring the gnawing feeling inside. âHowâre you?â
You expected an equally fake response from him, but, as always, he surprised you. He grabbed the top of your arm lightly and pulled you into a deserted classroom, shutting the door behind you and dropping his hand.
âWhy are you avoiding me?â he asked, his eyebrows drawn together and eyes full of, what looked like, hurt. He was a better actor than you gave him credit for.
âWhat do you mean?â Your voice was the same light and airy tone youâd used in the corridor and it clearly wasnât sitting well with George.
âNo, no,â he shook his head, his long red hair swishing with the movement. He did look very handsome- âNone of that crap, Iâm serious. Whyâre you avoiding me?â
âWhy?â you frowned. âDoes someone suspect something?â
âWhat?â he looked visibly taken aback. âNo, forget that. I want to know why my best friend is ignoring me.â
You swallowed, not really looking at him, but through him.
âItâs nothing, George.â
âItâs clearly not nothing-â
âGeorge, give it a rest, please.â
He paused, noticing how upset you seemed. He went to brush away a stray lock of hair from your cheek when you pulled away, avoiding his eyes.
âIâll make sure nobody questions anything, donât worry,â you said before rushing around him, leaving the door open behind you.
George officially didnât know what he was doing. It seemed like a great idea, at first. He needed a fake girlfriend, his best friend was a girl and Fred had agreed, heâd pushed him to ask you and it was going great, it was very convincing. Truth be told, he loved it. He loved making you laugh and he loved the casual touches and the affection. But then he kissed you, and something changed and now you wouldnât even talk to him.
âFred?â he asked, sitting on the floor of his dorm opposite his brother. âDo you think Iâve messed it all up with Y/N?â
âWhat?â
Fred, who rarely worried about anything in life, was concerned. As soon as Ron had teased George about getting a girlfriend, heâd orchestrated the whole thing to try and get the two of you together. Heâd been right, as well; those few weeks you spent pretending only further convinced him that you were both perfect for each other. But now, sitting there, playing around with random inventions, he felt slightly guilty.
âShe wonât talk to me,â he paused, âI think itâs this stupid bet.â
Fred had never seen George look so sad.
âAfter I kissed her, sheâs just been acting so weird. I just-â he paused again, sighing. âI just want my best friend back.â
Whilst Fred was, of course, very sympathetic to his brotherâs plight, heâd stopped listening. Georgeâs words only further solidified his belief â if you freaked out after kissing George, there was only one reason why and he would get it out of you, kicking and screaming.
âYou fancy George,â he said the next day, following you into an empty corridor on your way to the library to return a book.
âFirstly, stop following me, you creepy sod. Secondly, of course, I do,â your voice grew an edge, âheâs my boyfriend.â
âNow we both know, dear Y/N, that that is not what I meant.â
You stopped walking and frowned at him; his smile only grew.
âSee, I thought about why kissing him would freak you out so much and it just became so blindingly obvious. I mean you picked the less good-looking twin, but I can understand it-â
âDoes he know?â you asked, and Fredâs amusement faded when he saw your panic.
âNo, but I suggest you talk to him about it. Itâs definitely in your best interest.â
With that, he strolled in the opposite direction, whislting with his hands shoved in his pockets, leaving you with a big decision and also, probably, a library fine.
You didnât decide to talk to George until dinner. You sat next to him the whole time, your arms touching, but never really interacting with each other and that only created a black hole in your chest. You couldnât cope without George, as your best friend or the something more you knew you wanted him to be. After youâd both finished eating, you reached over and grabbed his hand, his head jolting towards you at the contact.
âCan we talk?â you asked quietly, everyone else too concentrated on their food to hear you. He nodded and with a carefully calculated routine, you walked out of the Great Hall hand in hand. Your hands dropped as soon as you turned the corner and that alone made you feel sick.
âGeorge-â
âY/N-â
You both stopped, nervous, breathy laughter filling the corridor over the soft hum of people talking from the hall next door.
âYou go first,â you insisted, desperate to avoid what you knew you had to do.
âWell,â he scratched the back of his neck with his hand before sighing. âThis whole thing started off really nice, like really nice,â your eyebrows drew downwards at the soft pink flush of his cheeks.
âBut now itâs weird and weâre weird and I- Y/N, I donât want us to be weird. I donât care about four stupid galleons; I care about my best friend-â
âGeorge, I like you. Like, like like you â
You had to curse yourself for your timing, but you just couldnât hold it in, looking at his sweet expression as his mouth said such nice things.
âWhat?â
You screwed your eyes shut and let out a shaky exhale.
âI didnât know I did until we were pretending and then there was all the touching and the talking and it just felt so right and then you kissed me and I didnât know what to do because it wasnât real and all I wanted it to be was real and I didnât know-â
His lips were on yours and his hands, cupping your jaw gently, pulled you into him. You barely registered it before he pulled away, a large smile on his face that only grew larger with your bewildered expression.
âY/N, will you be my girlfriend?â he asked, wetting his lips as his thumb lightly brushed your cheekbone. You blinked at him, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
âFor real?â
He laughed.
âFor real.â
You couldnât help the slow smile that lifted your cheeks, unable to contain the happiness that flodded through you. Your whole body felt light and Georgeâs smitten expression made your heart soar. His eyes twinkled and you knew that yours would be just as ecstatic.
âI thought you didnât want to limit yourself to just one-â
Before you could finish your teasing remark, he was kissing you again and this time, it was even better; this time it was for real.
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genre: au (while I donât like the term âau-ficâ at all imagine the two characters are in college together and in their early twenties.) angst and some fluff as well.
about 5k words
itâs entirely different than anything I have ever published and I really love it. please let me know what you think and stay safe during these wild and often scary times.Â
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photo: taken from instagram, previously taken by somebody from the movie AWC, which also inspired me (kinda) to even write this.
They started arguing pretty much the second the car door fell shut behind them and even ten traffic lights, countless of turns and getting honked at twice, didnât stop their heated exchange of words. Harryâs hands held on to the seat tightly, an attempt not to touch her thigh like he normally would, while hers curled around the steering wheel until the white of her knuckles showed. It wasnât uncommon for them to fight. They had never been one of those couples who didnât call each other out on their bullshit or who tried hide anger when there was reason to feel it. However, this was the first time that they werenât on their way home, where their argument could be settled in private. Instead, Harry and Y/N, both infuriated with each other, were on their way to a party.
With one generous rotation of the wheel, Y/N parked Harryâs black car in the last free niche on the street of the frat house. The vehicle gave an unpleasant sound and Harry closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. Before he got the chance to complain, Y/N swung open the door, stepped out and threw it shut hard enough to know it would set him off.Â
âJesus fuck!â Harry shouted, opening the passenger door and stepping out, too.Â
She waited long enough to press âlockâ on the keys once he was out, then she walked away. With quick strides he caught up with her, and had he not been as angry as could be he would have probably felt hurt at her for not waiting up like she would have any other day.Â
Walking next to her he turned to look at her profile, trying to catch her eyes, but she refused.Â
âWould you mind not taking your crazy out on my fucking car?â
âOh, so you do care about that then. Good to know,â she snapped back.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Y/N halted and so did he.
They were standing on the pavement, one house away from where there could already be heard the dull sound of music blaring and a good meter of distance between them.Â
Any other night they would be standing there, too. Only not to deliver a few more blows before pretending to be alright while their friends were around. On any other night, Harry would have taken advantage of the warm weather, by letting his hands roam across Y/Nâs bare arms. She would have given him a kiss or two and made him a laugh at least as much. He would have reminded her for the fifth time (at least) that she looked beautiful. There wouldnât be any distance between them, let alone one entire meter.
âThere is one thing Iâve been hearing clearly through all of the bullshit youâve said today,â Y/N hissed, her lips barely moving and her hands curling into tight fists by her side, âwhich is that you donât give a fuck about me.â
âOh my god.â His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his head falling back before snapping forward quickly, âYouâre being such a lunatic!â
Wind picked up some of her hair and pushed the loose strands into her eyes, breaking the angry stare sheâd held with him and for a moment, Harry could have sworn she appeared to be younger. Then she brushed the hair off with shaky hands and back she was, angry and exhausted.Â
âYouâre a dick!â Y/N squealed,Â
âWell, clearly we could go on,â he snapped and rolled his eyes, âbut our fucking friends are waiting for us so do you think you can manage to avoid me for the next few hours so we can at least settle this at home?âÂ
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her cleavage which he had tried not to stare ever since sheâd put on the blue dress. That damn dress. Focusing on it now it only irked him further. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this particular piece of clothing. It had spent the night on the floor of his bedroom or over the back of a chair often enough. He was certain sheâd put it on specifically to spite him.Â
âFine, letâs go. But since youâre unhappy with my parking,â Y/N stepped forward and reached up, pressing the hard metal of Harryâs car keys into his chest, âyou get to be the designated driver tonight.âÂ
Her fist lingered on the fabric of his black T-shirt. Feeling her touch him momentarily paused his thoughts. All anger was forgotten, as if the wind had picked it up, too, and carried it far away. Harry whimpered and her lips parted, their eyes connecting without any trace of hurt in them. Then his hand found hers and she dropped the set of keys into his palm, snapping them both out of their brief moment of peace.Â
âI donât want to see you right now,â Y/N stuttered, blinking rapidly until her eyes turned darker again.
âDonât come look for me later when youâre drunk and feeling sorry,â Harry replied, before he stepped around her and walked towards the frat building.
Y/N lost sight of him the second he stepped inside. Despite still feeling angry with him, she couldnât stop herself from briefly wishing he wouldnât have left her alone. She didnât like being left alone at a party. Neither did he, for the matter, but she refused to feel guilty for sending him away. Y/N drew a shaky breath and stepped inside, instantly greeted by the smell of alcohol, smoke and pot. A big banner had been hung from one side of the hall to the other, wishing everybody a cheerful start to the new semester. Underneath mingled numerous students, all of which held drinks in their hands. Already Y/N recognized a few of them from some of her classes, she didnât feel like talking to them however. To her luck she spotted a few friends of her in the first room she entered and was quickly greeted with hugs and kisses to her cheek.Â
Dena, a girl Y/N had grown close with through sharing an equal distain for their econ teacher, pressed a drink into her hand and smiled. âYou look like you need at least two of these.â
Y/N smiled sadly. âThat obvious, huh?â
âWell, you didnât cheer in delight upon seeing us like you should have so,â said Clara, another friend Y/N had made whilst talking badly about her teacher.
âOh, yeah, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Dena nudged her. âAlso, your boyfriend stormed past us earlier so we expected something was up.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â Clara asked.
Y/N shook her head and took a long sip from her drink. It tasted of a mixture of beer and vodka, which on any other day she would have refused to drink. âI really donât.â
âGreat. Then letâs just cheer to us.â
The two girls raised their own cups and waited expectantly for Y/N to do the same. Dena grinned at her and cleared her throat.Â
âTo us, the coming semester, which we will fucking ace. And-â she paused, looking at Y/N, âto knowing when to kick your boyfriendâs ass. Cheers!â
âCheers.â
Harry stood by the unlit fire pit in the lounge area, where the chairs had been pushed aside to create a dance floor. A scowl was deeply etched onto his face and he had yet to smile genuinely. He blamed the alcohol he wasnât allowed to consume for how poorly he was feeling, but he knew even if he had drowned his veins in liquor, it wouldnât be until heâd feel her touch him that he would be in a better mood. He stood back watching with a few of his mates, who were all except one, very drunk, as some freshmen clumsily turned the dinner table into a bear pong station. Matt, the only sober one left, had tried to get him to talk about why his mood was so sour three times already, receiving no answer each time. Harry rolled his eyes upon feeling him nudge his shoulder again.
âWhereâs your girl?â
Harry shrugged. âDonât know.â
Heâd been cursing her short height since turning around and looking for her in the crowded hallway thirty minutes ago. Sheâd slipped past him without him noticing, and while he was too proud to go look for her properly, it annoyed him that he wasnât able to casually spot her whenever he scanned one of the many rooms that had been turned into a club. He especially didnât like it since he knew that she was drinking. Blindly he felt for his phone in his pocket, ensuring for the tenth time that its volume was turned up. Should she call him, he wanted to be sure that he wouldnât miss it.
âDidnât she come with you?â Matt pressed on, either oblivious to Harryâs annoyance or simply indifferent to it.
âDoesnât mean she canât wander off on her own, does it?â Harry replied, his voice rough.Â
Heâd never really liked Matt. Actually, heâd liked him a lot once. Theyâd even considered becoming roommates in their second year. Heâd liked him, up until heâd gotten together with Y/N and noticed the gleam in Mattâs eyes the first time heâd introduced her to him. Their friendship dissolved fast after.
âIâm sure she can. Sheâs always been good at enjoying parties, hasnât she?â
Harry didnât reply. Once more his eyes scanned the room frantically, detecting every single face in hopes of recognizing the eyes to the one he loved.
âDude!â Eric, a tall and broad looking bloke whoâd just become team captain to the football team, stumbled into Harryâs side, knocking him back.Â
âSorry! Shit,â Eric laughed, doubling over, revealing that he was clearly drunker than he should have been, âIâm sorry, mate. Wow, I need to lay off a little.â
âNo kidding,â Harry replied, but smiled when Eric slung a heavy arm around his shoulders. The unmistakable smell of alcohol fanned over his face as Eric talked, and his nose scrunched up.Â
âYouâve been wearing a look as depressing as Mattâs sex life-â
âHey, fuck you, Eric!â Matt snapped, unamused.
â-and I intend to fix that. Câmon.â
Harry didnât fight it as the taller guy dragged him away, out of the lounge and into another room further down the hall. He certainly didnât mind getting away form Matt. Regardless of them having been friends once, Matt was the last person he wanted to be around when he was having a rough time with Y/N.
The smoke was thicker in this room and the music a little quieter. There were less people dancing and more sitting around on the couches and chairs. A few stood by the wall in small groups and some, the ones Eric was walking towards, were standing opposite a dart board. They cheered upon seeing the two guys approach, making more noise than anybody else in the room.
âYouâre on my team and youâre gonna help me win, yeah? Mâtaking advantage of you being sober as a stone. Your aim is probably better than any of theirs.â
Harry laughed and nodded, accepting to be involved. âIâll try my best.â
The first dart arrow was thrust into his hand by a guy named Kyle who appeared to be on the same team. Half an hour later and Eric was grinning from ear to ear, writing their leading score numbers onto a makeshift writing board that was really just the coffee table. Something the guys living in this house would be happy to find in the morning.Â
Y/N watched him. Despite being intoxicated, or perhaps because of how intoxicated she was, she noticed every muscle of his back move each time he raised his arm. Her heart fluttered whenever he laughed and she felt a heat grow at the pit of her stomach whenever he leaned his head to the side, revealing the back of his neck to her. And above his neck was his ear, which hid a spot right under his hairline where he liked to be kissed. Y/Nâs lips parted at the thought and her toes curled.Â
He hadnât noticed her when entering the room. She didnât blame him though, since sheâd successfully hid herself behind Dena and Ericâs big body also worked wonderfully as a shield. Despite anything sheâd said before the party, she was immensely relieved to see him. The vodka-beer mixture which sheâd learned had been invented by Clara, was disgusting but also got her drunk faster than she had expected. Or intended.
Another round of cheers erupted as Harry scored another point for his team.Â
âNot fair. You wonât give them as much as a chance to win.âÂ
A chill rushed down Harryâs back at the sound of the honey sweet female voice behind him, and Y/N, too, froze in place. Slender fingers touched Harryâs arm, caressing the skin despite being less than welcome to. Upon turning around he was met with Silja, whoâs face wore a smile equally sweet as her sly voice. Though standing by the opposite wall, Y/N swore she could hear Silja as if she were standing next to her. She would always be able to detect her voice, especially if the words she spoke were directed to Harry.Â
Dena followed her friendâs gaze and raised her brows. âHavenât seen her in a while. I thought she dropped out.â
âWould have been too nice,â Y/N growled.Â
Sheâd never actually talked to Silja herself and she surely didnât intend to. Before getting together with him, Y/N had been mostly oblivious to who was genuinely interested in him and who she imagining to be. Only with Silja there had never been any doubt. Even before Harry had become hers, sheâd felt a bitter taste collect in the middle of her tongue whenever the pretty brunette girl tried to talk to him. Once her claim on him had become justified, she disliked Silja and her upfront behaviour all the more.
âHey, you know you donât have to worry about her, right?â Dena said quietly, reading Y/Nâs expression, âHarry has rejected her what, three times already? Even before he was with you. Heâs not interested in her.â
âI know. Iâm not worried about that,â Y/N said quickly, stepping around Dena to get a better look at her boyfriend and the girl that had yet to remove her hand from his arm, âI trust him.â
âDoesnât make her less of a bitch,â Clara grumbled, also staring at them intently.Â
The three girls watched Harry turn to look at Silja. He gave her a tight lip smile before he stepped away to make room for the next player, conveniently shrugging off her hand in process. To their dismay, Silja followed him.
âI havenât seen you this summer,â she complained in an uncomfortably high voice, that was laced with feigned displeasure, âWhere were you hiding?âÂ
Harry sighed, wishing Y/N would find him already, and rested his back against the wall. The last thing he needed for this party to become worse were the advances of the woman standing before him. âI wasnât.â
Their summer had been great. They spent it looking for a flat to move into together. One weekend theyâd taken the train out to the ocean and spent two days in a pretty bed and breakfast, where nothing distracted them from each other and everything, even their sheets, held the faint smell of sea salt. He wasnât about to tell any of that to Silja though.Â
The girl pouted, smudging her lilac lipstick at the corners. âDidnât you miss me at all? Not even a little bit?âÂ
âNo.â
She smiled. Her neck moved to the side as her eyes mustering him. âYou and your attitude. I really missed that.â
Harry let his head fall back and for a moment Y/N forgot to eye the girl hitting on her boyfriend and instead stared at his throat. She longed to kiss him there, too. The darkened expression taking over his relaxed face quickly brought her attention back. Thinking about kissing him had made her miss the words Silja had said to upset him.Â
âYouâre wasting your time missing me.â
At last, Siljaâs smile dropped. âYouâre still with her, then?â
âYep,â he replied shortly.Â
 âFine,â Silja pushed the long brown locks off her shoulder and crossed her arms, âmaybe if she fucked you right you wouldnât be such an asshole all the time.âÂ
âFuck off, Silja,â Harry snapped, pushing himself off the wall to instantly tower over her.
âHarry! Your turn again, mate.â
Without giving her as much as a second look, Harry turned away and followed Ericâs call.
Denaâs hand rested on Y/Nâs shoulder, squeezing her gently whilst smiling at her. Y/N exhaled loudly and relaxed. She didnât doubt Harryâs capability of getting rid of Silja. Sheâd also truly meant it when sheâd said that she trusted him. But after their argument she wasnât so sure that he didnât want to receive some affection tonight, be it from anybody. While she would have hated it, simply entertaining Siljaâs flirting wouldnât have been cheating. A warm feeling overtook any worry left in her body upon watching him turn Silja away. He didnât bother look at her again but walked back to his friends to resume the game, treating her like she wasnât even there. He didnât even give Silja the satisfaction of remaining angered by her words. Giving up her attempts, Silja walked away and left the room quickly, her cheeks slightly rosy in embarrassment.Â
âRemind me to kiss him later for that,â Y/N said, her voice holding more love for him than she would usually let on whilst angry.Â
Clara laughed. âSo youâre not mad at him anymore.â
âUgh, donât remind me that I was or I might still be.â
âWhat were you two fighting about anyway?â Dena asked.Â
Y/N took another long sip from her drink, before remembering that sheâd wanted to not drink any more for the night. Oh well.Â
âHe didnât come home last night. Without notifying me. He fell asleep at stupid Rickâs place and neither of them bothered shooting me a text or ringing me about it. I spent all night worried sick.â
Y/Nâs expression hardened at the thought of waiting up for him. Sheâd paced around the living room of their new flat before settling on the couch, vowing to stay awake until he returned. Sheâd had half a mind not to call his mother or sister, not quite worried enough to ask them.Â
âI didnât see him until an hour before coming here âcause I had to work today. So we didnât have time to properly fight about it.â
âDidnât he say he was sorry?â
âSure he did, as well as stating that I was overreacting and not his mother.â
âUgh, men,â Dena grumbled, then she changed the subject, âLetâs get refills in the kitchen!â
Harry got bored of the game after the fifth round, but stayed to play until the team heâd joined won by a margin. Then he politely excused himself from playing another round. Though sheâd told him she didnât want to see him, Harry really wanted to see Y/N and he figured over an hour of distance sufficed for her to calm down. Maybe she would even allow herself to be happy about him finding her. He strolled around the room, then went looking in the hall and finally searched the lounge. If only she were a little taller, he thought once more.
All of sudden he heard a loud shout.
It wasnât one of the usual party hollers, it was one that held no joy at all. With swift strides Harry crossed the room, turned left in the hallway and entered the kitchen.
This time he didnât have to search to see her.
Y/N was sitting on the counter, her legs dangling down and her hands curling around the stone surface. Across from her was the kitchen table on which all of the different liquor bottles had been placed. It was also where the single shout turned into several. A guy Harry hadnât ever seen around campus before stood next to a broken bottle of vodka. His hand curled into a fist and his face was red. Opposite him stood Dena, a girl Harry barely knew beyond her being a friend of Y/N. Next to Dena was a guy named Dylan, his face painted with guilt and worry.Â
âYou fucking broke my shit!â the stranger shouted.Â
Y/N flinched.
It wasnât Dena whoâd pissed off the wrong guy, but Dylan who had tried to make a drink for them. She didnât feel any less involved if the guy were to be shouting at her. The second the bottle had broken and the tall stranger exclaimed that itâd been his, Y/N had felt fear curse through her. She hated it. She hated how a man shouting was so scary that she froze in place.Â
Just like she always did when afraid, her eyes began to search for Harry. Heavy like a wave and equally overwhelming was the relief when she saw him lingering in the doorway.Â
Their eyes met. Y/N visibly relaxed. She could read the question in the look he was giving her and she eagerly nodded. There were so few people scattered around the small place, Harry had no trouble reaching the counter.Â
Once in arms reach she held out her right hand, whimpering when his fingers slotted through hers and holding on tight. Any anger towards each other was forgotten the moment their skin touched. Y/N gave a determined pull until he stood next to where she was sitting, her legs touching his waist.
Harry didnât say anything, but he allowed her to let go of his hand to instead hold on to his shoulder. His own settled heavily on her thigh, relishing the feeling of her bare skin. He didnât complain when her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt, nor did she mind how intimate it felt to have his hand on her naked thigh. His eyes quickly scanned her face, waiting for her nod, confirming that she was alright.
Y/N smiled gently, relief mirroring in her eyes. Harry returned her smile. His heart clenching when he noticed the faint veil of alcohol before her eyes. Ever so slightly, their heads leaned towards each other, then his nose softly touched her forehead.
âHe didnât do it on purpose,â Dena said defensively, âand these bottles are for everybody to use.â
Harry shifted closer to Y/N but removed his nose form her hairline. Unwillingly he turned his attention back to where the argument grew. The strangerâs head, figuratively doubling in size by the minute, was red and looming over Dena like a balloon hovering in the sky. He had to admit it was impressive that Dena, equally short as Y/N, refused to back off.
âI wasnât asking you! You and your friend better figure out how to replace my drink and you better do it fast!â
âMate, lay off a bit, will ya? They didnât do anything on purpose,â Harry interrupted, his voice calm and steady, âWhy donât you just grab one of the ten other bottles and leave âem alone?âÂ
The stranger, slightly shorter than Harry, turned to look at them. Y/N tightened her hold on his shoulder. She was mentally preparing herself to jump off the counter and at the strangerâs throat instead, should he as much as try to pick a fight with Harry. Noticing her shift beside him, Harryâs hold on her intensified.
âLeave them alone?â the tall guy snapped, âthat was twenty fucking quid he broke!âÂ
âBit embarrassing that youâre whining about twenty quid,â Harry said, wearing a smug grin, âand picking a fight like some kind of neanderthals who found out somebodyâs pissed into his cave.âÂ
Dena giggled and so did Y/N, along with some bystanders whoâd gathered to watch. The bloke narrowed his eyes, first at Harry, then at the girl sitting beside him.Â
He opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N interrupted him. âQuit looking at me and spare me any sexist bullshit youâre about to say.âÂ
The guy rolled his eyes, then smiled. âYouâre pretty for a bitch.â
Y/Nâs hand yanked Harry back by his shoulder equally fast as heâd pushed off the counter to lunge forward and at the guy. The movement caused him to knock against the counter uncomfortably. She didnât let go and didnât move, despite Harryâs enraged breathing getting louder. Â
âFuck you!â Harry shouted, eyes wide.Â
Anger oozed out of his pores and heat settled in the small kitchen. Calm and collected only a moment ago, he was all the more scarier now that he was enraged. Scary enough to make the stranger take back a step. Y/N loosened her hold on Harryâs shoulder, sliding her hand down to press against his back instead. She rubbed his spine gently, hoping to ease him by letting him know she was okay.Â
"You need to leave,â Y/N stated, her voice calm.
âDefinitely,â Dena agreed, her eyes trained on her friend before finding Harry.
He didnât return her gaze, his eyes remained on the tall blonde. They stayed put until the guy lowered his empty cup to the table, the movement slow and deliberate. He clearly didnât want it to look like he was leaving because he was told to, so he took his time. But finally he turned away, before at last leaving the kitchen and hopefully the party all together.Â
Harry shuddered upon feeling Y/Nâs nose against the shell of his ear. âIâm fine, Harry.â
âWhat a wanker.â
âA fucking wanker,â Y/N replied, her smile practically audible in her voice.Â
Harry turned around to face her, all of his attention returning to where it belonged: her. His eyes looked into hers intently, reading every answer to all of his unspoken questions.
âAre you alright?â
âYes. Are you?â
He nodded. âDid he try anything before I came?â
âI noticed him about zero-point-five seconds before you arrived, Harry. Iâm fine, I promise.â
Her hands gently took hold of his face. The fingers of her left hand traced along his jawline as tenderly as one would the rim of a glass in hopes of eliciting a sound. Thatâs how Harry sometimes felt when she touched him. Like she was being as tender as she could possibly fathom to be.Â
âDoes that mean youâre gonna go back to being mad at me?â As he spoke, Harry moved closer. His hands rested on each side of her hips, allowing his body to get closer to hers as he leaned forward.
Y/N laughed and shook her head, their faces so close they almost touched. She enjoyed the warmth of his breath fanning against her throat.Â
âAre you? You were at least as pissed off as I was.â
He shrugged, then playfully nudged her nose with his. âNo.â
âThen I think Iâll let it go, too,â she answered, faking to be coy, âFor now, you still owe me an apology later.â
Harry laughed. âThatâs fair. Promise to mean it this time, too.âÂ
Her eyes narrowed. She took hold of his chin, holding him still so she could kiss him without giving him the chance to deepen it. The feeling of his mouth slotting with hers, be it as briefly as it was, ignited her like nothing else could. Any remaining worry was pulled from the corners in her body where it had hidden, and was thrown out not to return. Harry took over. All of the space inside her that could belong to an emotion, now belonged to him.
âI knew you didnât mean it earlier,â she breathed accusingly against his lips.Â
âI meant it a little,â he said, curling his hand around her wrist to pull away the hold sheâd taken and he kissed her a second time before she could complain.Â
Despite their desperation their teeth didnât clash together, nor did their noses unintentionally bump. Theyâd kissed too many times not to blindly meet each other without missing. His tongue glided along her bottom lip, hers pushed his aside so it could trespass into his mouth. Frantic hands held on to her hips and her thigh, eager fingers remembered to be gentle as they settled on the back of his neck. Harry moaned and Y/N pulled away.
âThank you,â she whispered, just enough space between them so she could speak.Â
Harryâs kisses trailed down from the corner of her mouth to her cheek and her jaw, his lips warm, wet and determined. He allowed one kiss to last a little longer, followed by a small lick to her earlobe.
As satisfied as could be as long as they werenât alone, he raised his head to look at her again. âWhat for?â
âBeing on my side even when weâre fighting.âÂ
The smile gracing her features was so genuine he could have melted, just like her words were spoken with more love behind them than he could detect. He smiled and willingly moved his head to the side, so she could kiss below his ear. The heat in his belly grew and he let her know by squeezing her hips.
âDitto.â
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