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straylightdream · 2 years

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞.”

Han Jisung x f.reader

college au

wc: 5.6k

↳ “You’re the only girl I would leave with and willingly let Changbin use my room to fuck someone all night.”

warnings: protected sex, begging, edging, soft dom Jisung, dry humping, choking, marking, Jisung is obsessed with the mc neck, and can be a little possessive in bed but he’s harmless, names such as: (baby)

an: loosely connected to Open Mind my Changbin story. You don’t have to read that one to understand this story. Chan's story I Think I Like You is next, if you want to be tagged let me know.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Friday evenings normally consisted of you working in the school library. You needed all the extra money you could get and this job was a great way to help. Most of your shifts consisted of you putting away books or helping students find books they were looking for. One faithful day you were working two boys you recognized as Han Jisung and Bang Chan spent the evening at a table studying for some big exam. You went about your business putting away a cart full of books near them. The library was quite empty for a Friday. Occasionally you would find yourself glancing over at their table and often found the one you knew as Jisung watching you. The first time your eyes met he quickly looked down at his laptop with a startled look.

When you left the library that night you tried not to think about the cute boy who seemed to watch you your whole shift.

Monday rolled around and you were working the evening shift at the library after finishing up one of your afternoon Labs you had. You were about an hour into your shift when Han Jisung walked into the library alone this time. He was sporting a pair of tight black jeans that had holes over his knees and an oversized gray hoodie that looked like he was swimming in the gray fabric. In one hand he held his laptop and in the other was what looked like a large pink tinted ice latte. He sits in the section near where your library cart is located. This shift was just like the last one. He stayed your whole shift and you weren’t sure if it was wishful thinking but you could almost feel his eyes on you when his back was to you. He didn’t say anything to you that night other than a simple “goodbye” as he left the library.

That Friday that followed was the time he finally got the nerve to talk to you. The library was quite empty at night other than a handful of students trying to get some studying in. You’re at your desk in the back of the library checking to see which section this old book belongs in when Jisung walks towards you. He’s dressed in another pair of tight jeans with an oversized graphic tee and pair of platform converse that made him seem taller than he is.

“Hi,” he awkwardly waves.

“Hi,” you can’t help but smile at nerves he seems, but you can’t lie, you're nervous too. You don’t exactly have a social life. You have a couple friends but most of your time is focused on school and work. You don’t normally have cute boys coming up to talk to you.

“I’m Jisung and I noticed you the other day.”

“I’m YN, I work here.” You wanted to scream, your response to him was so awkward. It was obvious you worked here. You didn’t need to tell him that, nobody comes to the library and spends hours putting away books just for the fun of it.

“I was wondering when you worked next if I could bring you coffee?” he asked.

“Oh,” that definitely wasn’t what you were expecting him to ask you. “I’m here again for the evening shift on Monday.”

He nods his head, “okay cool. I would like to come by and maybe we could talk-” he pauses for a moment and looks at you. “That’s only if you want me to. If you want me to leave you alone I absolutely will. I know you’re technically on the clock, but I thought you might want a little company.” His cheeks are a light shade of pink as he starts to ramble.

“You can come by. I get a little lonely here and it would be nice to have someone to talk to.”

He nods his head again and repeats, “cool cool cool.” You’ve heard about girls dating Jisung and you’re a little surprised he seems so nervous talking to you. “Have you ever had a strawberry latte?”

“No I haven’t but if you want to bring me one I’ll try it.”

He showed up that Monday with the same pink tinted drink he had the first time he came into the library alone. You stood by the table and he sat his stuff down and drank the sweet strawberry flavored drink. It tasted absolutely delicious and soon became your favorite coffee drink.

In the last four months there hasn’t been a Friday shift where you have worked that Jisung hasn’t hung out in the library for part of your shift. Prior to this school year you barely knew Han Jisung. After that fateful Friday he finally spoke to you. It wasn’t long until he spent many of your shifts in the library with Jisung by your side. The conversation normally started out friendly but normally led to Jisung flirting with you.

Standing at your library cart you aren’t surprised to see Han Jisung walking towards you. He’s got a coffee in one hand and in the other he’s holding what looks like a cd case. You stand there staring at him and you immediately notice the sweet smile on his face. He always seems to light up when he sees you.

“I come here with gifts for you,” he smiles, holding out the pink tinted coffee. Of course he brought you your favorite strawberry latte.

“Hi Jisung.”

“What is the cd?” you ask, taking it from his hand.

“It’s going to be 3RACHA’s first official mixtape, and this was the first copy made,” he is beaming as he talks to you. He absolutely lights up every time he talks about his music, and you can’t help but be proud of him. You're suddenly hit with the realization that he gave you of all people the first copy that was made.

“This is literally the first copy made?”

He nods his head rapidly, “you’re the only person I wanted to give this to.”

Opening up the jewel case you pull out the very professional looking booklet. You flip through the little red booklet to the back page where the credits and thanks are listed. Your eyes go wide as you see your name as the only one listed in Jisung’s section with ‘my muse’ next to your name.

The corner of his mouth is turned up giving you a crooked smile. Closing the book you’re at a loss for what you should even say to him. You knew you were special to him, and that the way he flirted with you he definitely saw you as more than a friend. You had no idea he saw you as his muse.

“I inspire you when you write music?”

He scratches the back of neck looking down at the floor. You notice the way his ear flush red suddenly. Butterflies flutter in your stomach realizing how much you actually mean to Jisung.

“You’re the only girl that has ever truly inspired me.”

If all the rumors were true on campus 3RACHA were far from virgins, especially Han Jisung and Seo Changbin. You had heard many many rumors about how Changbin knew his way around a woman's body, and all about Jisung’s groupies who threw themselves at him. You always found it interesting that you heard about women falling at Chan’s feet but he showed them no interest. You can’t help but be shocked that not one of these women had ever inspired him like you had.

“Hanging out with me while I work inspires you?” you look down at the book cart next to you.

“YN, I would love to fully see you outside of this library, and I don’t mean us just going to get coffee like we do. Why don’t we actually hang out or go out together?” Tilting your head you aren’t sure he’s asking you out or if he truly just wants to hang outside the walls of this library. “I can tell by the look on your face you’re overthinking this.”

You really like Jisung and part of you knows he really likes you, but part of you is worried that your feelings might be one-sided. “Jisung can I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Do you like me? Like do you have feelings for me?”

A crooked smile pulls on his lips, “YN I thought it was obvious I liked you. I just don’t hang out in the library for fun. I’m here because I like you, a lot.”

“Oh,” you suddenly feel shy.

He reaches out resting his hand on your cheek. Looking up into his warm eyes you can’t help but smile. His thumb brushes your bottom lip slowly. “Go out with me.” He’s never touched you like this before. Even the few times you met up to get coffee or lunch he’s never really touched you.

“When?”

“Come to my party at mine and Chan’s tomorrow night and then on Sunday I’ll take you out,” his hand never leaves your cheek as you talk. Your body could probably memorize the feeling of his hand touching your cheek.

“You want me to go to your party with you?”

“Yes, I’ll hang out with you the whole night and maybe we can plan what we’ll do on Sunday.”

“Okay,” and just like that you agreed to go out with Jisung. Months and months of him flirting had finally led to something more.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers, stepping closer to you. Your eyes drop down to his lips, they have a light gleam to them, you know it's from his melon chapstick that is always in his backpack. You swallow without saying anything. Leaning into him your lips brush for a soft kiss. Your eyes are closed taking in the closeness between you. He takes a deep breath and soft chuckle passes his lips. Leaning in he presses his lips to yours again this time for a more heated kiss. Pulling away he reaches down, taking the strawberry latte from your hand. A smile is plastered on both your faces as he steps back. He brings the tan straw to his lips, taking a drink of the sweet drink he brought for you.

“You tasted just like this strawberry latte.”

Reaching up your fingers, brush your just kissed lips. Jisung watches you carefully before leaning forward pressing his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow night,” he smiles.

Walking into the Jisung house he shares with Chan, there's a nervous feeling in your stomach. Without a thought in the world he reaches down taking your hand. You pause glancing up at him. His hand feels warm in yours. The tension in your body releases the moment he touches you.

“Is this okay?” He holds your joined hands up close to eye level.

“Yeah.” It’s actually more than okay. You love the idea of getting to hold Jisung's hand. He leads you through the living room where a few people are scattered. You recognize the beautiful tall one with long hair immediately. He’s an art major a bunch of girls always talk about. Your roommate has talked about having an art class with him. Jisung leads you towards the kitchen where you find Chan and Changbin talking with the same girl you always see Chan with. Before Jisung can introduce you to her she leaves to take a phone call.

“Chan and Changbin, I want to introduce you to my date. This is (YN) and (YN) these are my best friends Chan and Changbin.“ he catches you completely off guard by referring to you as his date. When he invited you to this party you really hoped it was a date but you didn’t get your hopes up.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the one you recognized as Chan said.

“Changbin, aren't you waiting for that girl from your Lit class to show up?” Jisung asks as he releases your hand. He leaves you alone for less than ten seconds before his hand is on your waist pulling you in front of him. His hands wrap around your soft stomach holding you close to him. He’s never held you like this but you could get used to it.

“I don’t know if she’s gonna show up. I was kind of bold and I might have scared her off,” he mumbles looking down at his feet.

“What could you have possibly said to her?” Chan asked.

“I asked if we’re finally going to fuck, and if we are to meet me here.” Your eyes went wide at his statement. You didn’t know what he was going to say but you definitely didn’t expect it to be so blunt.

“Wait a minute. If she comes here to hook up with you, where are you going to sleep with her?” Jisung speaks up quickly.

“I don’t know, I didn't think that far ahead.”

“You aren’t going to have sex in the bathroom upstairs again,” Chan groans. “And you can’t use my room. I have to sleep there tonight. I’m gonna ask Bambi if she wants to stay the night so she doesn’t have to drive home.”

“Is Channie getting laid tonight?” Changbin pats his back.

“I’m not sleeping with her. Our friendship isn’t like that,” he shakes his head. You can tell without knowing much that there is something going on between Chan and his best friend.

“Sungie what’s the chances I can use your room tonight? I really like this girl and I got to try and make this somewhat classy.”

Jisung squeezes your body a little tighter as he pauses. “Bin I need somewhere to sleep and I would really prefer it’s not that uncomfortable couch in the living room. Why can’t you take her back to your place or her place?”

“Because if she agrees to sleep with me I don’t know if I can control myself enough to even leave this house,” Changbin says.

An idea popped into your head that might not be the smartest but had to share it. “Jisung, did you want to have a sleepover at my place tonight? I could use someone to cuddle with.”

Silence takes over the room for a long moment. You can feel both Chan and Changbin’s eyes burning into you. Jisung presses his lips to your cheek before whispering, “are you sure?”

“Yeah we’re on a date right? It seems fitting you come home with me.” You know your words give off the implication that you plan on having sex with him, and to be quite honest when you agreed to come to this party you were hoping it would lead to you making the next step together you weren’t sure if that meant sex or just fooling around, but you wanted more with him.

“I’m gonna make sure we have a great night,” he whispers into your ear. “Bin you can use my room. Three things though. One you have to make my room not look like you didn’t fuck her all night in it. Two any condoms you use you better replace.” You feel your cheeks grow warm and the mention of condoms. “And three you owe me.”

“If you two lovebirds want to hook up at my place, have at it. You can go there tonight if you want. Minho went somewhere with Angel and Hyunjin probably won’t be home until super late.” Changbin reaches into his pocket pulling out his keys.

“I would prefer my own bed,” you speak up.

“Hey Chan, can I talk to you?” the girl you believe to be Bambi pops her into the kitchen. Without saying a word Chan quickly leaves the kitchen following Bambi

Changbin immediately pulls out his phone and you can tell by his demeanor he’s worried about something. You listen as Jisung and Changbin talk about this girl in Changbin’s Lit class he likes. From the way he’s talking about her he seems like he likes her a lot. It’s not long before he heads off making his way through the crowded house.

Jisung releases you from his hold and leads you over to the makeshift bar. He grabs two red cups and starts making two drinks.

“Did you drive here?” he asks.

“No, I live in the apartment down the street.”

He continues to make both drinks and turns around holding one of the cups of the mixture he made. “Um, I want you to know that I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position with me staying at your place tonight. I can sleep on your couch if you want.”

There is something calming about the fact that Jisung cares about you and doesn't want to do anything that would possibly make you feel uncomfortable. “I would like for you to sleep in my bed with me.”

“Nothing has to happen between us if you don’t want it to. We can cuddle if you want, and if you want more to happen I will do anything you want. If want to have sex we can, if you just want to make out and dry hump I’m also fine with that. Even if you want to share a bed and not touch at all I will do anything you want. YN I want you to know I care about you and respect you.” He rambled on and his cheeks were starting to flush pink like they do when he gets nervous.

Without even thinking you step forward crashing your lips into his. He reaches back, setting the cup on the counter trying his hardest not to spill any of the liquid. Your lips moved together for a heated kiss. His tongue drags along your bottom lip asking for you to part your lips. One hand grips your soft hip as the other moves your pliant body backwards until he presses against the kitchen wall. Your finger tangled in his long locks. Arching your back pressing your body closer to his as his tongue runs along yours. This kiss is nothing like the ones you shared in the library. One of his hands runs along your side and rests on your butt. Moaning into his kiss you roll your pelvis against his.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your lips.

“Jisung I want to have sex with you,” you whisper as he pulls his lips fully away from yours. He steps back leaving you leaning against the kitchen wall. He reaches down adjusting his tight jeans trying to hide his already hardening cock.

“Okay,” he sighs. He rolls his head back, stretching out his neck. “How much I would love to leave this party immediately. We should probably stay here for a little while before I leave Chan in charge of everyone.

“Okay,” you smile.

That's the only heated kiss you share at the party, because according to Jisung if he kisses you like that again he won’t be able to stop. He takes you around and introduces you to Changbin’s roommate Hyunjin. Standing in the living room you watch Jisung play beer pong with Hyunjin. You’re standing next to him close. Whenever he isn’t taking his turn he has his arm around your waist holding you close to him. You watch the game but you also pay attention to what is happening in the room. You watch a Changbin head upstairs and about ten minutes later you watch a girl head up into the off limits area where Changbin still is. You notice Chan sitting on the couch next to Bambi. She seems like she’s sad but Chan is holding her hand running his thumb across her hand as he leans in talking to her.

Jisung catches you off guard as he leans and presses his lips to your neck for a kiss. You could get used to having him kiss and hold you like this all the time.

Jisung and Hyunjin win their game and soon you’re sitting on the couch right next to Jisung. His arm is over your shoulder holding you close. Chan and Bambi are now talking about something in the kitchen. Jisung leans over and whispers in your ear, “the party has died down. I think Chan can handle it, if we leave.”

“Take me home then.” He jumps up from the couch and tells you he needs to tell Chan he is leaving.

You walk down the street hand and hand heading towards your apartment. Once you’re in your apartment you lead him straight towards your room. You don’t think your roommate is home, but you don’t want to risk running into her. Jisung shuts the door, locking it behind him.

Without thinking you step away from him and start removing your clothes. Jisung watches you carefully as you strip down to your bra in underwear. “You’re beautiful,” he says as he starts to remove his own clothes. He left standing in front of you in a pair of gray boxer briefs that are already starting to tent from his excitement. He moves so he’s sitting on the edge of your bed. You walk over standing in front of him. He reaches out pulling you down so you’re straddling his hips. You feel his cock harden as your panty cover core brushes against his erection. You tangle your fingers in his hair as your lips meet for a searing kiss. His hand grips your hips, rolling body closer to his. With each thrust you receive enough friction to relieve some of the tension. Gasp passes your lips with a practical hard thrust.

He stills your body from moving again. He runs his fingers under the seam at the top of your underwear. “Can we take these off?”

You crawl off him quickly removing both your underwear and bra. You’re left standing in front of him completely bare. The way he is staring at you does nothing but boost your confidence. You crawl back on his lap. His hungry hands run across your bare body. His lips connect to your throat and he leaves a trail of wet kisses up until he reaches your breast. He latches on to one of your nipples sucking while the other hand massages your other breast. Lean back and roll your hips into his. Your clit nudges against this underwear cover erection earning a moan. He removes his lips from your skin and looks into your eyes as he helps you roll your hips. Who knew humping Jisung like this would be so addicting. You continue to roll your hips into him until he’s practically throbbing under you. With each thrust you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. If you could just get a little more you would fall apart moaning his name.

He grabs your hips, stilling your motion completely. “If we don’t stop this I’m going to blow in my underwear, and I would prefer our first time doesn’t start that way.”

You smile nodding your head. You crawl off his lap and he stands up quickly.

“Get on the bed baby, while I take my underwear off.” Once he's fully naked you can’t help but be in awe of his naked form. His beautiful slim waist is on display, and his cock is absolutely beautiful. It’s the perfect length and it curves up slightly. His head is rosy pink and there’s a vein on the side. One time you’re going to have to take time to fully explore it and taste him.

Crawling back on your bed you stare at a very naked Jisung standing at the foot of your bed. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he watches you carefully. Everything between you has finally led up to this moment.

“Jisung?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Are you going to be my boyfriend after this?” you ask as he crawls onto the bed slowly. This probably isn’t the best time to be asking him this but you need to know. You don’t think you could handle being casual with Jisung, you like him too much to keep your heart out of this.

He’s silent as he sits on his hunches between your spread legs. He reaches for your hand helping you sit up so you’re directly in front of him. “I wanted to ask you out officially when we weren’t naked, but it seems like you beat me to the punch.” He takes your face in his hands. His thumb drags along your bottom lip gently.

“So you want to be my boyfriend?” You can’t help but smile staring into his warm eyes.

“You’re the only girl I would leave with and willingly let Changbin use my room to fuck someone all night.” You can’t help the little laugh that leaves your lips at the fact Jisung willingly gave up his room for the night for Changbin to finally get the girl he’s been chasing for months.

“You’re a good friend Jisung.”

He shakes his head smiling, “I don’t want to talk about Changbin or anyone else anymore. I only want to think about you the rest of the night.” His hand leaves your cheek and rests on the side of your neck. His thumb gently brushes the column of your neck. You’ve never had anyone choke you while having sex, but the way he’s touching you now you wonder what it would be like. Your lips part silently and a soft barely audible moan passes your lips. His eyes go wide for a moment before a grin plays across his lips. “Does my favorite girl like to be choked?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t had anyone ever try before.”

“Oh,” he gently puts a little pressure on your throat. Your eyes instantly close as soft gasp passes your lips. His hand stays on your throat as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours for a searing kiss. “Did you like that baby?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

He removes his hand from your throat and you lay down on the bed again with him still between your spread legs. “Do you have condoms?” he asks with his hand rubbing your thigh. Without saying a word you reached into your nightstand and pulled out the box you bought after you told Jisung you would go to his house party. When you offered to come to his party fully planned on sleeping with him. You pulled out a row of three foil packets handing them to him. He smiles, tearing one off. “Does this mean you expect at least three rounds?”

“I will take anything you can give me,” you’re trying really hard to be bold.

Tearing the foil packet open with his teeth he slides the rubber down his length and it’s not long before he's running his cock through your wet folds. You gasp as his head makes contact with your swollen and sensitive clit.

“Next round I’ll pick a more fun position, but the first time you come on my cock I want to have the best view of you below me,” there’s something about these dirty words coming out of his mouth that drives you wild.

He pushes into you slowly, his broad head nudges the soft parts inside you in the best way possible. Your hand immediately talons into his shoulder, and you hook one of your legs over his thin waist resting right above his tight ass. He stills completely inside you, and gives you a smile before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours for another searing kiss. This one is sloppier than any other kiss you have shared before. He’s kissing you like he needs to breathe that he can’t get enough of you, and truth be told you can’t get enough of him either. Your other hand roams his beautiful back. He puts all his weight on one hand and ever so gently rests the other on the base of your throat. Your eyes are lust filled as you stare at him. Gently he puts a little pressure on his throat earning a moan from you. Your lips part with the more pressure he applies.

“We’re gonna experiment more with this next round. I think round two you might have to ride me while I hold your pretty throat,” if you weren’t already soaking wet below you would be after that statement.

He removes his hand and places both his hands next to your head. You realize he hasn’t left you once. His cock is still being held snugly between your walls. “Baby, how do you like it?”

“Not too fast but firm.” You think back to your past experience when inexperienced guys thought if they jackhammered their hips fast enough that's all they had to do.

“Perfect,” he groans slowly, pulling out of you. He thrust into you firmly filling you to the hilt again. You moan at the feeling of his broad head dragging in and out of your entrance. He keeps the perfect pace that isn’t really fast but it’s not slow, but each of his thrust are firm. Your hand that was taloned to his shoulder has now tangled in his long locks. His soft lips lock on to the side of your neck leaving a trail of open mouth kisses occasionally nipping at the skin. You know there is no way your throat walks away from this without at least one mark. He licks the sensitive skin on your neck before sucking on the skin. Moaning his name like a prayer you can’t get enough of him. He’s clearly obsessed with your neck, and you won’t complain about that.

“Are you marking me?” you moan.

He pulls away from your neck smiling down at you as he gives you one particular hard thrust earning a moan from you. “Should I mark you up, so people know what happened tonight?” He never came off possessive before tonight, but you think he’s caught up in the heat of the moment. Months and months of flirting have finally come to a head tonight.

“You don’t have to mark me up so people know I’m yours. Jisung I’m all yours all you had to do was ask.”

His warm eyes stay locked on yours as he thrust into you again and again. “You’re only mine, and I belong fully to you,” he moans, thrusting hard.

“Only mine,” you moan back, hooking your other leg around his waist pulling him even closer to you. You hold his beautiful face in your hands as he stares into your soul thrusting.

Each firm thrust he gives you your stare into his warm eyes. The way his lips part with each beautiful moan that passes his lips is something you never want to forget. Tangling your fingers in his hair you bring your lips closer to yours. Your nose bumps as you breathlessly gasp his name. You lift your hip trying to meet his thrust. “Stay still,” he groans. “Let me do the work. I just want to admire your body.”

Smashing your lips into his, you kiss him through each thrust. You moan into the kiss feeling the coil in your stomach tightening.

Leaning back you expose your neck to him. He leans forwards kissing your neck again. Open mouth kisses are placed as he moans your name into your skin. His cock is dragging against just the right spot inside you. Each drag hits that special spot right inside you that causes your toes to curl. Moaning his name loudly you finally find your release. Your walls contract around his hardened length.

“Baby you feel so good falling apart. You’re squeezing me with that tight pussy,” he groans with a few sloppy thrust.

You release your legs and your fingers crawl across his back. You reach low, resting your hands right as his ass pulling him closer to you. He comes moaning your name loudly riding out his high with slow thrust.

He rolls onto the bed next you laying on his back trying his hardest to slow down his breathing. He removes the condom and ties it off. He pulls your pilant body so you’re spooning with him. You’re pressed closely to him. His hand gently rubs your side as he presses his lips to your bare shoulder.

“So is being choked a new thing for you?” he asks, breaking the silence.

Closing your eyes you feel suddenly embarrassed for what just happened. “I hadn’t ever been choked before tonight.”

He pushes your hair away from your ear and leans forward with his lips brushing against his ear. “I wasn’t kidding when I said round two you’re riding me while I choke you.”

You take this as your chance to be bold and roll your hips back against his softened cock. “I see you like that idea.”

“I do but I have a question for you.”

“What’s your question baby?” He kisses your shoulder again.

“When is my boyfriend taking me out?”

He moves so he’s hovering over you again. He leans down pressing his lips towards for a heated kiss. “Give me a good twenty four hours to explore your beautiful body and see if you have any other kinks you want to explore and then I’m gonna take you out.”

You quickly learned Han Jisung was a man of his word. It wasn’t long before you rode him while he choked you, and then round three took place in the shower.

Laying in bed with Jisung you can’t help but smile. Everything between you has led up to this and you couldn’t be happier you’re finally with him.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐈 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧.

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smninthisworldd · 9 months

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

okay so i know this is short af, but i just needed this chapter to be kind of a prologue, explaining what would happen, and i needed to build up the relationships between characters. i promise it’ll get SO much better (trust me pls)

❝SUMMARY: König is a busy man, always working… but he must provide for his little daughter, his precious Ella. He cares deeply for her, she’s the most important person in his life. König decides to hire, as a babysitter, the only person he can trust in his neighborhood: Jasmine. He knows she’s busy with college, but he also knows that she won’t let him down, and will take great care of his Ella.❞

❝PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x fem!OC, slow burn kinda, age gap (König is older than the OC), little bit of angst & fluff, friends to ?, growing feelings for each other. LATER ON: NSFW. I’ll put more details on the NSFW chapter.❞

w.c: 1720 ; part 1/?

MASTERLIST NEXT CHAPTER

A knock on the door at 10pm wasn’t really usual for Jasmine. She lived alone in a small apartment, the only one she could afford due to her poor job at the cafe down the street. She needed it, though, to afford college.

She moved in her apartment two months ago, and immediately made it hers: it was Jasmine’s now, a cozy and welcoming place, just like her warm and kind personality.

And, two months ago, she met her closest neighbors: König and his daughter, Ella. Jasmine bonded quite immediately with them, and Ella seemed to like her a lot.

Jasmine was studying when she had to stand up from the table and reach the door. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun, her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and wore an old oversized t-shirt. She opened the door, and to her surprise…

«König!» she smiled, quite surprised to see him. Jasmine could tell he just got home from work: he was still wearing his military camo pants and a tight black t-shirt. He probably had time just to take off his vest and his mask, and his hair looked a bit messy, while his face and arms were slightly covered in dirt. «How are you?»

The corners of König’s lips curled into a slight and soft smile, given Jasmine’s kindness. «I’m okay, Jasmine. Can i come in?» he asked, his voice calm and deep as his gaze fell on her body. He looked at her up and down, taking in her pretty appearance, though messy and drained from all her studying.

Jasmine nodded, moving to the side to let König in. His boots made some loud thuds at every step he took, while Jasmine closed the door and turned to him. «Sorry for the mess…» she chuckled lightly, referring to her laptop and her books all over the table.

«You were studying, I see.» König smiled reassuringly. «Don’t worry.»

He kept looking at her for a bit, admiring her messy hair and noticing how her glasses complimented her eyes.

Jasmine looked at him curiously, taking notice that he wasn’t with his daughter. «Where’s Ella?» she asked softly.

«She’s… with her mom.» König answered, a bit hesitantly, his smile dropping and his voice turning a bit more serious. «I’ll pick her up tomorrow.»

Jasmine knew that Ella’s parents weren’t together anymore, but she never asked what happened, or why. She respected their privacy. «Oh, I understand.»

«Speaking of Ella, I wanted to ask you a favor…»

König’s words took Jas by surprise, not expecting that. «Sure. What is it?»

«You know I’m busy with work… and I have a very important mission this weekend.» König explained. «I know you’re very busy, too… but I was wondering if you could babysit her this weekend?» he asked. «I will obviously return the favor.»

«Oh, no need for that!» Jasmine interrupted him. «I will gladly stay with Ella.»

König sighed of relief, smiling at the young girl in front of him. «Thanks, Jas. It means a lot to me.»

Jasmine smiled warmly at him, and listened as König spoke to her: «Since I’ll be out for two days, you can sleep at my place. I’d feel better if you did, so Ella won’t be alone. You can sleep in my room.»

As he mentioned his room, Jasmine raised her brows in surprise. Yes, they knew each other, they were neighbors and friends… but it took Jas by surprise that he was giving her permission to sleep in his room. In his bed.

«Ella usually goes to sleep around 9:30 pm, you shouldn’t have problems with that.» he added. «She likes Disney movies, playing dolls, her favorite color is purple… but i think you know how to deal with it.» he joked.

Jasmine chuckled, «She’ll be in good hands, I promise.»

«I know that.» König smiled. «I’ll text you tomorrow when I’ll bring her here, so you can come see her and I’ll leave for work. Is that okay to you?»

She nodded, smiling warmly.

The next day, Jasmine woke up to a text from König. “Good morning, Jas. Ella’s home, we’ll eat lunch together. Wanna join?”

She gulped in surprise, she wasn’t expecting it. But she obviously accepted.

The outfit she decided to wear consisted of a pretty purple skirt - Ella’s favorite color - and a simple white top. It was quite a hot day of summer, so that outfit was just perfect.

After Jas got dressed, she knocked on König’s door and was welcomed by him wearing some of Ella’s purple hair clips, with flowers and stars adorning his hair.

«Ella wanted me to look pretty because you were joining.» he quickly explained with a straight face.

Jasmine chuckled at the sight of the 39 years old soldier wearing his daughter’s hair clips. How adorable. «You do look pretty.» she joked.

König laughed with her, welcoming Jas in. «I know.» he said, as Jasmine walked in and he couldn’t help but look down toward her skirt, and notice how it exposed those pretty legs of hers.

As soon as Ella saw her, the little girl gasped and ran toward her, hugging her waist tightly. «Hi Jasmine!» she squealed with enthusiasm.

«Hello, princess.» she greeted Ella caressing her hair. Jas then turned to look at König, before looking around to notice the mess in the kitchen. «What were you cooking?»

«Wiener schnitzels. Ella loves them.» he answered, returning to fry the cutlets on the pan. Jasmine knew this type of schnitzel was a traditional Austrian dish, but she’s never ate it. So she was excited to try.

She watched as König cooked the veal cutlets, chatting with his 9 years old girl in the meantime.

But Jas was too focused on looking at him, how the sunlight hit his sharp jawline and cheekbone, his forehead glistening a bit from the sweat of that hot day, despite the air conditioning was on. She watched his expert hands handling the pan and the utensils, the vein on his hands and arms visible and evident.

Jas took a deep breath, shaking those thoughts off her mind, refocusing on her chat with Ella: «…and so I chose to wear the glittery purple dress for my birthday.»

«That’s great, Ella. I’m sure you’ll look like a princess!»

«That’s the theme of the party! Did you forget already?» Ella giggled, thinking Jasmine didn’t hear it or something.

Ella told her already, but Jas was too focused on those thoughts about her dad. She felt guilty in that moment, of her attraction to König. «Right! I’m sorry, Ella, I didn’t hear that.» she chuckled, hiding the truth.

«Lunch’s ready!» König then announced, giving the schnitzel to Ella first, and then to Jasmine.

«Finally!» Ella exclaimed, grabbing fork and knife to cut the schnitzel and eat it. She hummed and closed her eyes when she tasted it, her favorite dish. «Es ist erstaunlich, daddy (it’s amazing, daddy)!»

When Ella spoke German, Jas turned to look at her in surprise, a smile on her face. Given her father’s origins, it was obvious she knew some German. But hearing it was a whole different story!

Jas decided to finally eat her schnitzel, too, and when she did, she had to compliment König as well. It was perfectly cooked, and the veal was delicious. «It’s so good! I’ve never eaten it before!»

König smiled at both of the girls in front of him, feeling proud of himself. «Danke, Mädels (thanks, girls). I’m glad you like it.»

The three of them had a great time having lunch together, chatting and laughing the whole time. Ella’s feisty energy was contagious, and König loved that of his daughter. She was such a happy and sweet girl, and everyone around her felt affected from her positive energy.

As they all ate their meals, it was time for König to go to work. He sighed as he stood up from the table, cleaning up before Jas interrupted him. «Leave it to me.» she smiled, allowing him to properly greet his precious girl.

«Thank you, Jas.» he smiled before walking past her and toward his daughter. He picked her up and she hugged him tightly when she realized he was leaving, closing her eyes.

«Promise you’ll be home soon, Papa?» she whispered, but it was still audible for Jas as well, even though she tried giving them as much privacy as they needed.

«I promise I’ll be back before you know it, Ella.» he reassured her, kissing the top of her head. «Be good for Jasmine, okay?»

His little girl nodded with a soft “Mhm!” added to it. Jasmine smiled hearing that conversation, feeling her heart melt for how sweet König was with Ella, and viceversa.

König then placed a hand on Jasmine’s shoulder, and she turned to look up in his eyes, Ella still in his arms. «Thanks again, Jas. For everything.» he smiled warmly at her. «If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.»

Jasmine smiled back at him, nodding at his words and followed him toward the door. He bent to let Ella down, and as he grabbed the keys, she hugged his leg - since he was extremely tall for her - and said: «Ich liebe dich, Papa (i love you, dad).»

«Ich liebe dich auch, Ella (i love you too, Ella).» he replied, caressing her hair and crouching down to kiss her forehead.

Jasmine looked at them with a heartfelt smile, her heart melting for Ella. It must be so difficult for her, she thought, having her dad working as a soldier… But she could tell Ella loved König deeply, and admired him a lot.

As König left, Ella let out a sigh and turned to Jasmine. She grabbed her hand and smiled, looking up in her eyes. After a moment of silence, Ella spoke: «Can we watch Tangled, Jas?» she widened her eyes at the babysitter. «Please?»

Jasmine was taken aback from the sudden change in her demeanor, but it was understandable that she searched for a distraction now. A way to let the time fly, not to think of her dad being away from home.

«Of course.» Jasmine replied with a warm smile, while the two of them walked toward the couch and searched for Disney’s Tangled.

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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levenlike11 · 10 months

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your lovely usual at the cafe, akaashi keiji came inside as the bell above the door announced his arrival. he kindly smiled at you and took his place in his favorite spot. he always chose that corner away from the windows and the loud chatter in the cafe, where the 3 month old little ginger kitten liked to sleep in his tiny basket. he pet the cat and took out his laptop, putting it on his legs as he was sitting on a soft cushion on the floor next to the cat, making it purr sweetly at the affection.

taking the order list with you, you made your way to him. despite the sound of your footsteps in the silent corner, he didn't hear you until you softly called out his name.

"mr. akaashi?" he turned his back and smiled.

"please, just keiji."

"alright, keiji, welcome back! it's always great to see you here, that little baby misses you." you grinned and he turned back to the cat, picking it up and touching his tiny nose.

"he's growing so fast, he won't be able to fit in my palm in a few weeks." he pouted at the small creature in his hand. he was too cute.

"do you want to order now or should i leave you guys alone?" you gestured to the cat.

"oh yeah, sorry. can i just get the usual americano? hot, please." he uttered looking up at you with a smile as bright as the sun.

"want a dessert with that? i just tried a new cheesecake recipe today!"

"if you did it, then of course i want it. i love trying your stuff." he put the sleepy cat back in his basket which caused it to meow sadly but he had to finish editing this new episode by tonight for the manga magazine.

"thank you! i'll be right back with those!" you went and brought him his coffee and cheesecake, along with an iced drink for yourself.

"i don't understand how you can drink hot coffee in the middle of july." you chuckled as you sat down near him on a different cushion, although they are pretty huge for one person. he is just a regular at the shop after all, you should probably keep your distance in case it disturbs him.

"if you really want me to, remind me to try an iced one next time." he said without turning his head, too concentrated on his work. you sipped some of your own drink as you watched him fix spelling mistakes and add little doodles or words on the pages. he looked too good to be true. how could someone appear so angelic while simply pushing buttons on their keyboard?

you first met akaashi while he was working on the new episode of your new favorite manga that started coming out recently and you couldn't help but ask if he was the writer himself. he told you he was just the editor in the magazine and let you look through the new episode a day early from everyone else, which would probably cost him his job if his boss found out. but he thought of himself as a people reader, and he just felt like he could trust you.

this became a routine for you two for the past 2 months. he would purposely wait to come until your break was nearing so that you could both prepare his drink and sit down with him afterwards. your little secret, the advantage of seeing the episodes early, wasn't one sided. you would make him try new recipes you found or came up with in exchange. it was a win-win situation so he accepted. it meant he could eat delicious treats made by the barista he started to feel flustered around, and you could get honest feedback about your cooking. him being an editor made the honest feedback part much better.

you were deep in thought, the ice in your drink long melted as you stared at him. it probably took a few calls of your name for you to snap out of it, as he seemed both worried and intrigued by your look.

"sorry, i zoned out." he smiled, "it's okay, i was just wondering if there was something on my face i couldn't see. you seemed like you were staring at me." he bit back a grin.

"i was not. your face is completely fine. very fine." you punched yourself mentally after that, but at least you managed to make the man laugh.

oh, his laugh, it made your whole day better. it was a blessing to hear. you knew it was stupid to fall for a customer at your shop who could stop coming anytime and you'd possibly never see him again if he did, but the heart wants what it wants.

"i really like it."

"the coffee or the cheesecake?" you asked, by the looks of it, he seemed to have liked both, as he finished both of them completely.

"both. the cheesecake's really nice. you should try another flavor as well. this'll become a best seller in no time." you smiled in victory, despite trying so many times and even ruining an attempt, you finally made it perfectly.

"thank you, want another slice?" he shook his head.

"need to control the sugar i eat, sorry. or else i get too greedy and empty my candy storage at home." now it was his turn to make you laugh.

"i would love to see you munching on sweets." you giggled, "are you still planning to adopt him next month?" you pointed at the cat.

"yeah, i even bought a bed already. it's too big for him now, but he'll grow into it." he petted the yawning kitten's head.

"i'll miss him after he's gone. he's my favorite too." you smiled sadly, rubbing his stomach and tickling him, which made him shake his butt funnily.

"you could always come visit him at my apartment?" akaashi suggested. seeing the surprised look on your face, he added, "if you want, of course. i could also get a carrier and bring him here with me."

"i wouldn't want you to go through the trouble. i'd like to come visit him, as long as you're comfortable." he smiled, letting go of the breath he was unintentionally holding.

"of course, you can come anytime you want."

he finally pressed send on the email to his boss with the finished manga episode and closed his laptop. "so, it's a date?" he had a little smirk he was trying to hide.

"yeah, it's a date. come back sooner, he'll miss you again." you smiled and he reached out for your hand next to him.

"i will, i'll miss you too." he squeezed your hand a bit and left after turning back to beam at you one last time, leaving you all nervous by yourself with the kitten now up and begging you for food.

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dialsforshutup · 1 year

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Please post part 2 of the larissa fic!!!

your wish is my command <3

Oh, Hello. Pt 2

Larissa Weems X Fem!Addams!Reader

(Slight) frenemies to lovers

2/4. Not proofread, English isn’t my first language, and some parts of the canon changed

formatting might look weird on some devices

Very long chapter, I apologize in advance

There's some trouble in paradise, but don't fret! I promise lots of comfort and fluff in the next part

Thanks, darlings for all the love on the first part! 💕 mwahhh 💋

Part 3 - Part 4

...(Y/N) responded, laying her bag at her feet and saying, "You could never say no to me."

Those seven words caused Larissa to tap her nails onto her desk, that familiar phrase got the two of them into so much trouble when they were students - she couldn't help but allow a wicked grin to start forming on her face. "No, I suppose not. We were quite the pair back then," she said to the woman sitting in front of her desk, who replied with an uncertain, "Yes, we were weren't we?" They were in a difficult situation because neither of the women ever imagined meeting the other again. However, after so many years, here they were, face to face. Larissa had the power to decide what would happen to them. She could simply reject (Y/N)'s application and send her on her way, ignoring the old, unresolved problems she wanted to stay away from. Alternatively, she could accept the application and gain a friend on the staff in whom she could confide after they cut the BS and discussed what had happened. The choice was challenging, to put it mildly. "So..." (Y/N) said, breaking the awkward silence between them, "Should we go ahead with the interview?" The million-dollar smile returned to Larissa's face as she nodded. She decided that any unresolved issues between them could wait for now. She straightened her position on the chair and cleared her throat, slinking her manicured hands onto her computer and turning it on- opening the mail app to find (Y/N)'s qualifications that should have been sent to her beforehand. Larissa continued, maintaining the interview's formality, "Okay Professor Addams, let's get started."

They had reached the halfway point of the interview, and (Y/N) had expertly and accurately responded to each question, from classifying claw-litative data to the history of sociopathy. This only made Larissa's predicament worse. Surely, as a principal, she had a duty to hire someone with (Y/N)'s level of qualifications. "Well, it's clear that you have a wide range of skills and are very qualified... Welcome to the Nevermore team," Larissa said, quickly closing her laptop as she focused all of her attention on the woman in front of her, her eyes sweeping her from head to toe. (Y/N) noticed the principal’s wandering eyes, and sent a friendly wink once their eyes met once again- even if Larissa was her boss now, they still had a history. “Great,” she said, after winking, a smile creeping onto her face at the principal's flustered face, “Where will I be stationed?”. (Y/N) was ecstatic to begin her new job and have the opportunity to mould the minds of future generations of outcasts, but she was also ecstatic to be around the staff, the majority of whom were her old friends. Clearly aware of (Y/N)'s excitement, Larissa stood back up and moved closer to the new professor. Even though they pretended they didn't want to see each other again, the two women briefly shared a warm smile. The person who broke the shared expression was Larissa, who stood directly in front of (Y/N) while she was seated. Larissa was so tall over the woman's sitting position that (Y/N) had to tilt her head up to face Larissa. The principal simply knelt down slightly, which caused the new professor's breath to falter- almost as if she were out of breath. But when Larissa picked up the bag off the ground and firmly held it in her right hand, her excitement began to fade. “I’ll escort you to the quarters, I’m afraid we don’t have any single rooms open. So you’ll have to stay with me for now,” Larissa said with grace as she began to walk to the door regardless of the other woman’s response. (Y/N) hurriedly walked in the direction of Larissa, trying to keep up with the woman who was moving much more quickly than she was. “I’m not complaining.” She said in a hurried tone, as the two of them left the office and walked through the hallways side by side. (Y/N) found herself once more staring at the pictures of the alumni that were displayed in glass frames throughout the dimly lit, soggy hallways and immortalised for all time, leaving legacies of hundreds on the walls. When she saw a picture of herself and Larissa posing proudly and beaming for the Nevermore book club picture, she chuckled. “What made you so joyful?” Larissa questioned inquisitively: Surely (Y/N) wasn't that thrilled to be back? But when she followed the other woman's line of reasoning, she found the solution. “Oh.” She spoke softly while grinning as she recalled how they had founded the club. Despite being the only two people there, they always had a blast. But during their final meeting, they got into a rambling argument that caused (Y/N)'s disappearance after graduation. “We’re going to lose time dawdling over the past.” More firmly than she meant to, Larissa spoke. “oh, sorry.” Was all that (Y/N) could muster, hurt over Weems' abrupt rejection of their photo, suggesting that perhaps their relationship had changed for the worse. Larissa didn't say anything, just nodded and motioned for the professor to follow. They walked on in silence, with only the murmur of giggling students as background noise. Many of them gave (Y/N) curious looks, while others gave the pair a smug grin as they whispered among themselves. Larissa simply continued to the teachers' dorms, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floors beneath her, amplified by (Y/N)'s heeled boots. It appeared that she had learned to tune out the students' whispers, probably as a result of her many years serving as the academy's principal. She abruptly stopped moving and spun around to face the woman following her.

As a result of her abrupt stop, (Y/N) almost crashed into the tall woman in front of her. Instead, she simply looked at her with an awkward smile, her clumsiness made Larissa chuckle. “We’ve reached.” She said with an opening of the dark brown door behind her. The room itself was fairly large and fully wooden- not practical for a fire emergency. Larissa seemed to have settled down in the leftmost side of the room, as it was decorated with various light colours of cream and the occasional red. (Y/N) smiled to herself and made her way to the rightmost side of the room, and began to softly skim her hands over the soft blanket placed on the bed. The threads of yarn made a soft scratching noise as her long nails floated overtop them. She'd hum to herself as they got caught in between the threads, slightly jumping when the loud thud of her bag hitting the mattress of the bed next to her emerged. She was so caught up in the atmosphere that she hadn't realised that Larissa made her way over to her. "Prepare yourself." the taller woman said, not looking directly at the woman in front of her, "Your first class is in half an hour. When you're finished, make your way to the library, the staff is finalizing the plans for the next Rave'N which is in two days' time. Including today." and with this she forced a smile and left the room, allowing the new professor to unpack and prepare herself. (Y/N) looked uneasy, everything that went wrong between Larissa and herself was because of the Rave'N that took place during their school years. It was not something she was looking forward to at the very least, but it was something she expected- just not so soon. There was no use debating it, she simply sighed and grabbed her bag. Unbuckling the clamps and moving it over to the mahogany closet on the side of her living quarter; just by a hazy glassed window. She began digging through the array of clothes, the bag itself wasn't too large from the outside, but the inside was enchanted to fit a multitude of things; an old family heirloom. (Y/N) had packed every single clothing item she owned, this was her home now, for the time being anyways. "Cet air qui m'obsède jour et nuit...Cet air n'est pas né d'aujourd'hui" she began to mumble to herself, singing along to the marvelous tunes of édith Piaf, her hips slightly swaying to the make-believe music. She eventually prepared everything though, and changed into a different pencil skirt and blazer; this time it was muted pink, to symbolize her new journey. All the equipment she needed for her lesson was already in the classroom, all she needed to bring was herself. Her personal life could wait, her students awaited her, and off she went to make her way to the classroom for the very first time. Larissa didn't know why she got so worked up over the reminder of what happened during her years' Rave'N. She told herself countless times again and again that she got over the fact that the person she wanted to ask showed up with another person; even if they knew she was going to ask them. Here she was, sitting in her office after leaving the dormatory- in her hand was her old yearbook. (Y/N) must be in the middle of her lesson by now she thought to herself, humming a melancholy tune, maybe she should see if her teaching is any good. Maybe she'll do it in a few minutes, she wanted to stare at the old yearbook photograph in front of her, her manicured nails skimming over the person's face. It was quite a tragedy, what had happened to her, she felt betrayed. There's nothing worse than the hurt of rejection, especially when it's from someone she loves- erm.. loved. "Tsk" she muttered, clicking her tongue, "Goddammit Addams...". and she meant it. She still remembers how she was a nervous mess in the hallways; telling her friends how she'd ask Addams to the Rave'N. In fact, she was overheard by the person she was going to ask, which only cut her deeper when they showed up with someone else. Was her past love unrequited? The thought of it made Larissa furrow her brows and close the yearbook.

Yet, it wasn’t Gomez Addams she was referencing, oh no, it was (Y/N) Addams. Eventually, she decided that there was no use thinking about this anymore, and threw the yearbook aside, standing up from her previous seat to make her way to the door. the hallways were quieter than they were earlier today, most of the students were either in class or participating in various clubs. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the giggling and gossiping right now, she had more pressing matter at hand. Her destination was the library, where all the teachers had agreed to meet to finalize some finishing touches for the Rave’N. Larissa certainly didn’t want to have the mood dampened, so she would need to stop avoiding the elephant in the room and confront it, which meant dealing with the issues between herself and (Y/N). The staff needed to be harmonious to ensure the utmost safety for the students after all, no other reasons. The library doors towered over Larissa, which was a rare sight to behold, they were dark oak wood and engraved with stories and tales from Edgar Allan Poe’s writings. Her hand grazed over an engraved drawing of a raven right above the handle, the embossed wood making a soft scratching noise as she did so. It would not be easy to deal with her problems, so she sighed and gently pushed the door open to find everybody waiting there for her. Surely she hadn’t been that late for the meeting? But she apparently was, as disgruntled staff members sat together on one of the library tables, their discussions coming to a hushed tone as Larissa walked in and cleared her throat. “Apologies for being late, I had some things I had to deal with. Student records and such” she said, the lie easily escaping from her mouth with a smile. She had a reputation to uphold after all. “No worries,” said another staff member, Ms. Thornhill, who was sitting at the head of the table, “We already went through most of the things..” she explained. Larissa couldn’t argue, she was late after all, “Perfe-“ she said as she scanned the table, noticing an empty seat. The seat she was supposed to sit in, “Where is Professor Addams?” She questioned, almost automatically. “Oh- uh” Thornhill stuttered, not expecting the principal to have a sudden interest in the new professors whereabouts, this was certainly interesting to say the very least. The confused faces that graced the rest of the staff definitely showed that they felt the same way. “She didn’t attend, said something along the lines of ‘I cant bear to relive it’” The red boot-wearing woman explained, “I have no idea what she meant”

Larissa scoffed, shaking her head, “Never mind then. Let’s just focus on finishing this work” and with that she wasn’t questioned any further by the rest of the staff. As they continued throughout their planning and discussion, Larissa couldn’t stop thinking about (Y/N)- the woman burnt into the principals mind like a paper on an open flame. The flame in Larissa’s mind grew larger the more she thought about the woman, about her stupid smile, and her idiotic ignorance in going with someone else to the Rave’N back then. She was supposed to go with her, she was supposed to be smiling stupidly at her. Not with some half-assed random person! Larissa was the one that was supposed to be slow dancing with her, smelling that gorgeous flowery perfume that she loves so much.. and the feeling of the other woman’s lips against he…. Wait.. was she still in love with her??? There was no way, Larissa thought, no, she had gotten over her years go. She just wanted their friendship back, yeah… yeah. And so she would attempt to salvage it, by confronting (Y/N) about her disappearance, hopefully they would learn to understand each other.

(Y/N) hadn’t bothered to go to the meeting. Instead, here she sat, on her bed- engulfed in the blanket she was examining earlier that day. She didn’t want to increase the awkward tension between Larissa and herself by attending a meeting discussing the very same event that drew them apart. But she didn’t understand why it did, why was Larissa so upset to see her with someone else? Wasn’t Larissa planning to ask her cousin to the dance? So confusing. Of course, (Y/N) had considered the fact that since Larissa and herself were sharing a dormitory, that surely the other woman would confront her about it sooner or later. But she wasn’t prepared, the topic of their separation was the sun to her Icarus- she yearned to get it over with yet she knew that she would burn up if she drew to close. She didn’t want to be on bad terms with Larissa, she truly didn’t. Yet the woman wouldn’t leave her thoughts, from the assertive way she stood when she spoke, to the small smiles she used to give (Y/N) when their eyes would meet across a room. Over time (Y/N) developed feelings for the taller woman, her heart was completely shattered when she heard that Larissa was going to ask Addams to the dance- yet (Y/N) never considered that the Addams Larissa was referencing was actually her. The overwhelming return of these feelings and memories caused (Y/N) to start tearing up, she hadn’t even noticed it. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the knocking on the door, and her fears were confirmed when Larissa walked in, looking assertive, with a furrowed brow. She softly clicked the door shut behind her and walked over to where (Y/N) was huddled up, crossing her arms as she roughly shut her eyes, “We need to talk, and sort this-“ her words were cut off when she opened her eyes to find (Y/N)‘s tear- stained face, her expression immediately softened. She couldn’t never stay mad at her, no matter what she did- her empathy and love for the other woman overpowered any negative connotations she had with her, she hated it, but she loved it too. And with this, Larissa sat down on the bed in-front of the professor and softly said,

“Are you okay?”

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I hope you liked it!!! 💕 More to come very soon, I promise lots of comfort and fluff in the next one :,)

All of these years of hurt just because of a silly misunderstanding from both ends!!🥲🥲

And a special gift; a playlist!

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satellite-evans · 2 years

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You've got a friend in me

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: " The important thing is that we stick together." - Buzz Lightyear

Word count: 2.199 words

Warnings: A lot of flufff

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing wonderful! This takes place in the same universe as my fic Kisses, so if you haven't read that yet, please do!

And a quick disclaimer, I have to say that Aria is here 5 years old, so it takes a couple of years later after Kisses.

Alright, I hope you enjoy it, guys. Love you all!

English is not my first language, so I apologize, If I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

Enjoy and tell me what you think xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

How many people in the world can say that all of their biggest dreams came true? Unfortunately, not a lot. But Chris could. Anytime. That all of his big dreams came true one at a time, wasn’t something he could wrap his head around. It felt surreal and uncommon, like he won a golden ticket. He just wondered what good deed he did in his life that God blessed him with greatness.

The first time that one of his biggest dreams came true, was in New York in an agent’s office. His agent told him he got the part in ‘Not another teen movie’, where he would play Jake Wyler. In Chris’ eyes, it was the first real acting gig he had ever gotten. Of course, he was in other stuff like 'Opposite sex', but he describes that as 'terrible' and not to be mentioned again. This role made Chris believe directors would see his talent in this movie and give him even bigger roles. He saw it all in front of him. Becoming an A-list actor, went to his movie premiers, winning awards. He couldn't wait.

The second time that one of his dreams came out, was when he met you.

He was ordering coffee for himself when he realized he forgot his wallet at home. He was lacking sleep from all the anxiety his new acting job gave him.

Just when he was going to tell the barista to cancel his order, you jumped in.

“I’ll pay for the gentleman, too, if that's alright with him.” When he turned to look at you and say he you didn’t have to, he saw something magnificent. Undescribable with words, glowing from the sunlight that was coming from outside. He saw the definition of elegant in front of him.

He saw you.

Now, Chris was one of those men who didn’t believe in falling in love at first sight. He truly believed that you should and only can fall in love with someone if you know them.

But he would be dammed if he didn’t find out who you were, and why he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

"Thank you so much. You didn't have to do that. How can I make it up to you?"

The third time was in his favorite city, but the place he hated the most: The hospital.

Never in a million years, would Chris think that one of his biggest dreams was about to come true in a hospital in Boston.

But here he was, experiencing the fact that you were giving birth to his daughter.

His baby girl.

Ever since Chris was a young adult, he wanted to be a father. Growing up in with 3 siblings in a healthy household, he just knew. It felt right, the idea of coming home from work, and seeing your children play with each other while your wife was working on her laptop.

It felt safe.

His first child. He still couldn’t believe it.

Aria Raine Evans.

You chose her first name, Aria, while Chris chose Raine. The most calming sound in this world was the sound of rain, according to him.

That changed in an instant when he heard Aria’s voice.

“ I still can’t believe she’s real.” He whispered in your ear while you were feeding her.

“ I can’t believe you fainted twice while I was pushing her out of my vagina.” He rolled his eyes, not proud that happened. But he knew you weren't mad. It was a known fact that Chris is a very sensitive man.

“I’m sorry, okay, but I was about to meet the love of my life and I got too excited.”

You smiled at his confession, making sure your daughter was feeding well.

“ I know honey, I know.”

And now, He found himself 5 years later, making another of his dreams come true.

He was about to show the world that he was Buzz Lightyear.

Chris would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Premiers were always nerve-racking for him, but this time he was calmer than normal because you and Aria were joining him today at the premiere, and he had to be strong for the both of you. Chris promised himself the day that Aria was born that he would protect both of you from any harm that his fame could cause. To this day, he never broke his promise.

“Daddy, look at me, you’ve got a friend in me, daddy!”

When he turned to look at this 5-year-old daughter, while he was in the living room taking a picture of dodger, Chris couldn’t believe his eyes that something that cute was existing in his life.

Aria asked you if she could dress as Woody, and who were you to say no?

“Oh my goodness, you’re right bubba, I got a friend in you! Come here, let daddy see you properly!"

Aria jumped in Chris’ arms, too excited to show her daddy how she looked.

“ Look daddy, there is Andy written under my boot!” Chris checked and just like her daughter said, Andy was written under her tiny boot.

“Did mommy buy this costume for you? Gosh, Aria, you look amazing! Speaking of, baby, where is your mom?”

Just when Aria was about to answer, you walked into the living room.

“I’m here honey.”

You were wearing a long white dress, that showed every curve your body had. After all those years and having a child with Chris, you still looked like the most stunning woman in his eyes.

“ I showed my costume to daddy just like you asked mommy and he liked it!” You fake gasped, approaching your daughter with open arms.

“Of course he liked it, sweetie, you’re the cutest Woody daddy has ever seen, isn’t that right Chris?”

He nodded with a big smile.

“Oh absolutely, I think they should make a Woody film next with you in it, Aria.”

Aria groaned loudly. Hearing his dad talking about her acting made her annoyed.

“Daddy, I told you already I don’t want to act. I wanna be a painter!”

Hearing his daughter’s annoyance, he took her back from you.

“I know honey, I know. I’m just joking with ya. Now, is everyone ready to go to the premiere?”

“Yes, daddy I am so ready!”

Chris kissed both of her cheeks and looked at his daughter with adoration. Seeing Aria being so excited about his work makes him full of joy and love.

“Now, remember what we told you, Aria. It can get hectic there, the important thing is-"

“That we stick together, I know daddy, you don’t need to steal lines from his movie.”

After sassing her parents, Aria left her daddy’s arms and went to wait in front of the door, with dodger following her.

Chris and you were looking at each other in awe, not believing how big your baby girl has gotten.

“That is your daughter, wow. The sass she has.” He slowly walked toward you, giving his flirty eyes.

"I know, but let's talk about you for a sec. Who told you to be this gorgeous, huh?" His eyes never left yours while his hands were roaming your body, giving you goosebumps.

"Oh, stop it. You and I both know you are the attractive one in this relationship. I mean, look at you, now that you have got some grey in your beard, it makes you irresistible."

He scoffed, hating that you would hate on yourself like that. If you only could see yourself through Chris' eyes.

"You are the star in my life that brightens every tricky and dark place that I have to go through. Do you know how much I have to fight with myself, trying not to fall into the honey of your eyes? Don't you ever, talk about yourself that way. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, okay?"

You loved how Chris showed you every day the reasons you fell in love with him.

Today's reason was his kindness and how great he was with words.

He slowly reached down, about to capture your lips with his, until…

"MOMMY, DADDY HURRY I DON'T WANNA BE LATE"

"Yup, she is showing the Y/L/N in her blood, for sure."

Aria was mesmerized when you guys arrived at the premiere. Seeing people everywhere with cameras, a lot of children dressed up as Buzz, Woody, and a lot of other characters from the movie she has seen with her parents. It felt like she entered a whole new world.

"Wow, everything is blue." Not the first reaction Chris expected from her daughter, but at least she wasn't complaining.

"I know. Everything looks amazing. Aria, there are a lot of cameras inside. If you ever feel uncomfortable or the feeling you don't want to be here, you tell daddy and we will get you out of here, okay? No film in the world is more important than you."

She simply nodded, not understanding why her father sounded so scared. It was just a couple of cameras. How bad could it be?

"I need you to say it, Aria. This is very important."

She looked at you, seeing that you had the same facial expression as Chris.

"If I ever get scared, I will tell daddy and he will get me out of here. Can we go inside now? I'm getting bored."

She held your hand and walked with big steps towards the carpet. Looking behind you, you saw a shocked Chris, once again in awe of his daughter. He pulled himself together and followed you guys.

You went on the carpet together as a family, posing with Chris holding your waist close to him, while Aria was in front of you guys smiling at the camera.

She was pure talent. You had your doubts, about taking her to the premiere, especially with so many people around, but Aria took it like a champ. She was well behaved, waved at some cameras, posed some, and even answered some questions from journalists.

"We are here today with none other than Chris Evans and his lovely family! Hey Aria, how excited are you that your dad is a hero?"

She looked at Chris first, asking permission if she could answer the lady. When he simply nodded, she started talking.

" I am so excited that my daddy is a hero. But he was already a superhero. You know my daddy is also Captain America!"

the three adults laughed, making Aria very confused since she didn't make a joke.

"Yeah, that's right, but who is your favorite? Buzz Lightyear or Captain America?"

" I think Buzz because Captain America kissed a lot of other ladies that weren't mommy and he is stupid for that."

Once again, she made you and Chris laugh alongside the interviewer. But she still didn't understand why they were laughing when she didn't make a joke. What was so funny?

"Girl, you are so right. Thank you, Chris, Y/N, and Aria for your answers!"

You and Chris shook her hand while Aria just flashed her a smile.

"Thank you for your question. See you later."

After you guys walked away, you turned to Aria, giving her kisses all over her face.

"Aren't you just the cutest kid ever, huh? Who told you to be this cute?"

"Mommy, stop, please, my tummy hurts!" She kept giggling while Chris was still holding her.

"Alright troublemakers, it's time to watch the movie. Y'all are excited?"

Aria and you said the same thing at the same time.

"Aye, aye captain!"

"Alright, let's go inside."

Aria set between you and Chris in the big theatre. He sometimes looked towards her daughter, seeing if he could get a glimpse of her reaction, but it was dark and he couldn't see properly. After the movie ended, you guys went straight to the car, since it was getting late and it was almost bedtime for Aria.

"So Aria, tell me, what did you think of the movie?" This was the most stressful moment of the night for Chris. Aria's opinions mattered to him, and he took them seriously.

" It was missing Woody, daddy. They were supposed to stick together. They were buddies. So I don't know. I have to think about it."

Chris felt like someone had crushed his soul. He knew from her tone that she didn't like it. He felt so disappointed in himself, that he let his daughter down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby, I thought that-"

" I'M JUST KIDDING DADDY, I LOVED IT! YOU DIDN'T KISS OTHER LADIES! AND BUZZ IS SO COOL BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Chris felt a tremendous relief washing over him, never been happier that his daughter was joking. You were snickering in the passenger seat next to him, laughing about the fact that your daughter got her father again.

"You little minx, you pranked daddy again! I thought you didn't like the movie! How are you so good at acting, huh?"

He turned towards his daughter, waiting for her answer.

" I am my daddy's daughter, that's why."

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creatchie8 · 4 months

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Yellow Soul: Chapter Four

Persimmon

Chapter Summary: Things haven't been the same since the fight in Rhett's truck. The pressure is getting to you, and the feelings of self-doubt are not eased as others around you do not reveal their secrets.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Protected PinV sex, Choking (light), Cheating, Fighting (not physical, just some strong words), Risky sex (idk if it deserves a warning but it made me scared writing it lol)

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: As always, I love you all <3 I am really hoping to get another chapter out before the new year, as I am on break from uni!

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“Whatcha workin’ on there?”

Royal’s voice made you jump. You had heard him come in, his big boots creaking on the floors. But you did not expect him to start chatting you up when he was supposed to be working outside with Rhett.

“Hmm? Oh, just replying back to some internship opportunities I got. Nothing too interesting.” You chuckle as you get back to typing on your laptop. You were perched on a loveseat in the living room, soaking in the silence. Perry had gone to work a couple of hours ago, promising to bring you a donut if the little pastry place by the hardware store hadn’t run out by the time he got off work.

It wasn't like he gave you much else to do than just wait for him, the roads were terrible and both of your parents were at work.

“I’m actually a TA for an undergraduate class, too. Before I left Laramie I had to do a ton of grading so honestly I am just thankful I get to do stuff on my computer that is not looking at papers on Cultural Competence.” You joked, looking at the older man above your screen.

Royal sat down in the armchair across from you, the old furniture creaking under his weight.

“Your parents must be awfully proud of you. Bein’ some busy college girl who gets good grades.” Royal remarked, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

“They are, and I am very thankful for it.” You confirm, nodding and smiling at him. This was kind of awkward. He sighed, the long breath coming from his nose as he stayed put.

Okay, this was really awkward.

The silence dragged on while you typed, glancing up at Royal a few times to see that he was just looking at his hands, picking at a scab on his wrist. Where was Cecilia? Surely she would be emerging from wherever she was hiding to break this uncomfortable tension between the two of you.

“You know, uhm,” He cleared his throat, “Perry is a good boy and loves you to bits, right?” Royal says suddenly and your fingers still on the keyboard. Your palms were sweating now, heartbeat quickening.

Did he know about you and Rhett? Did he see you two in the kitchen and Rhett didn't notice? Did Rhett tell him?

“Of course I know that!” You smile and say lightheartedly, removing your laptop from your knees and placing it on the couch next to you, “Perry is a great man.” You add with forced enthusiasm.

“Yes he is. He’s a lot like Cecilia, leads with his heart but not always with his brain sometimes. Just wants people to be happy, ya know?”

“What are you tryin’ to say here, Royal?” You ask, smile faltering at his words.

“Nothin’ sweetheart. Just… I want you to choose the life that makes you happy. I know you love my son, but remember that.” He concludes and gets up, groaning with the effort, “Rhett’s been waiting for me outside, I better get back to him.”

Then he was gone.

He knows. He has to know. There is no way in hell he doesn't know. God, you are so fucking screwed.

Your stomach churns and you feel completely sick. Absolutely dirty and disgusted with yourself. This can't be happening. But you thought Royal would be furious if he found out. Not calm while telling you. You stand and rush over to the kitchen window and spot Rhett and Royal, just fixing the fence as usual. Not a fight or arguing.

That might be good. Because if you didn't get chewed out, Rhett would absolutely be getting the worst of it. But instead, nothing. Maybe, Royal saw how unhappy you were since arriving here. He also was not a stranger to his older son’s bad mood and cruel tendencies.

Did he want you to break up with his son? Was he warning you of something that you know nothing about yet? Why is Royal so vague and fucking confusing?

A vibration in your pocket distracted you, pulling out your phone to see your mom was calling, but from her work phone.

“Momma?” You hold the phone to your ear and sit down at the dining table.

“Oh good! I am so glad you picked up. I completely forgot that your brother gets out early today, but I can’t leave work to pick him up. Can you please go to the house and wait there till I get home? I just don't trust him to be there by himself.” She explains, her words rushing out as static surrounded them.

“Of course, I wasn't doing anything anyways.” You breathe a sigh of relief, “Let me put my things away and I’ll head over as soon as I can.” You are already up and in the living room, closing the laptop and zipping it away in the case.

“You're an angel! If you are leaving now you’ll beat him by an hour or two, so you'll be home alone. Anyways, see you there!” She says and you can hear the smile in her voice before she hangs up.

This is perfect. A perfect excuse to get out and stay somewhere Rhett and his dad are not. Quickly, you get up to Perry’s room and put your computer away and change into decent clothes to see your family. But as soon as you made your way to the front door, so far in fact that your hand was on the door handle, you remembered.

Your fucking truck wouldn’t drive. Probably wouldn't even budge because of how long it had been sitting. Every time you went out you used Perry or Rhett’s truck, and you hadn't even looked at what was wrong with yours.

Great.

What do you do? Tell your mom you can't go?

So you stare at your phone for a bit. Just looking at the crack in the screen protector from a long time ago. Maybe if you stare at it long enough it will come up with a solution for you? Probably not, unfortunately.

So your fingers type and go to the first person you can think of.

Me: Can I ask you a huge favor?

You wait so long for him to reply back you decide to sit on the bottom step of the stairs.

Rhett Abbott: What

Me: I need to go make sure my younger brother is okay but my truck won’t start. Please can I borrow yours?

You wait even longer for this message.

Rhett Abbott: Sure

Me: Thank you

When you go outside, you are confused by the sight.

“My dad doesn't want you to go alone. Says the roads are too icy.” Rhett calls as he walks up the path to you, holding his keys in his gloved hand. His lips are pale and his nose is reddened, a sharp contrast to his light skin. Royal is still over working on the fence, down on his knees and fixing something in the frozen dirt.

“I can drive myself.” You snapped, crossing your arms defensively. Your puffer jacket made a crinkly noise as you did so.

“I’m not letting you drive my truck.” Rhett deadpanned, turning around before you could even protest and walking to his truck. Not even entertaining the thought of you driving.

You all but stomped after him, upset at the change of events.

But Royal wasn't kidding, the roads were very icy. Not enough to cause the truck to skid, but enough to make the tires spin for a few seconds when you took off. After a particularly concerning brake at a stop sign close to town, you were thankful you were not in charge of potentially crashing Rhett’s beloved truck.

But you weren't going to admit that.

“You really could have gone back to work and let me drive.” You huff, not bothering to look at him.

“I don’t think you’re a very good driver.” Rhett retorted, slowing down to go over a speed bump as you got closer to the center of town.

“Not- oh my god! Not a good driver? Did Perry tell you that?” You scoff loudly, the familiar turns to your house making you sway, “I bet he did. Listen, the last time he ever let me drive was in eleventh grade and I had barely gotten my license!” Your face was hot with anger, the absolute audacity stunning you.

“I was in the car with you guys! I was sittin’ in the back seat while you almost drove us right into the fuckin’ ditch.” He said, his normal gravely voice going up an octave as you fought, side-eyeing you the whole time. You seethed in your seat until he parked in the driveway, trying to come up with something to say.

“I was not about to run over some poor ground squirrel, that is just cruel!” You retorted, already opening the truck door.

Slamming the door, you got out and marched to the house, cold hands fumbling with the keys on your lanyard. You were muttering curse words when you felt Rhett come up behind you, waiting for you to open the front door.

When you finally found the right key you jammed it into the lock, jiggling until it gave way. The house was completely silent despite the constant string of curses coming out of your mouth. Rhett followed you in, which only made you angrier. You kicked your shoes off in frustration, ready to pull your hair out when Rhett did the same.

“Why the fuck are you still here? I want to wait here by myself, not with you.” You snapped loudly, turning around when you heard the door shut and Rhett was still inside and not outside where he belonged. It was upsetting you more and more that he couldn't obey a single wish of yours. First the truck, now not leaving your own house.

Jesus, you forgot he knew how to play the insufferable younger brother part perfectly.

Opening your mouth to argue with him some more, you were silenced by Rhett slamming you back first into the nearest wall, getting the wind knocked out of your lungs. The family photos hanging above your head shifted with the sudden smack, their frames off-center now.

While you were still dazed, you didn't notice that Rhett had his lips attached to your jaw, biting at the cold skin there. His hips were pressed to you and you could feel his hot erection through his jeans.

“You're so annoying, you know that?” He muttered into your skin, and you couldn't help but knock his hat off to tangle your fingers into his hair, sharply tugging at the soft locks.

“You don't seem to mind it though, do you?” You ask, already knowing the answer as you reach one hand down to palm roughly at his hard cock. Rhett hissed in response, the sound sharp through his teeth. The reaction made you smirk as you pushed him off of you. You fisted the opening of his jacket, unceremoniously shoving the tough fabric from his broad shoulders.

Before he could protest, you were already walking swiftly to the living room, pulling off your jacket and sweater in quick succession.

Rhett followed once he got the idea, stripping off the jacket that was already hanging from his elbows. You leaned on the taupe couch, fingers digging into the armrest while you still fumed with annoyance.

Watching Rhett throw that damn jacket to the ground and stalk towards you with so much exasperation and purpose made your thighs clench together. Your cold exterior was slipping by the second.

“Get on your knees.” Rhett commands when he gets closer to you, taking a few steps forward as he starts to undo his belt buckle. The forcefulness of his tone sends a zing straight to your pussy, the adrenaline practically making you vibrate in excitement.

“Fuck you.” You spit before dropping to your knees before him, swatting his hands away to finish pulling out his dick yourself. He’s hard and throbbing, the tip flushed almost a purpley color. It makes your mouth water. But before you can admire him more, you feel a heavy hand on the back of your head, commanding you to suck his dick.

Fitting him in your mouth was no easy task, taking too much at once and making yourself gag on his cock. The lewd noise made him buck his hips, that firm hand pressing into the back of your skull. It was easier to draw back and fit your hand around what you couldn't comfortably fit, starting a rhythm of bobbing your head aided by Rhett’s hand. Drool gathered down your chin, his dick stretching your lips thin while you worked.

Arousal gathered in your panties, aided by the groans and gasps of the cowboy above you. Words of praise left his lips, too broken to really tell what they were. You reached up and cupped his balls, loving how he hissed as you massaged them firmly, reminding him that you were still mad. He reminded you of his own anger by giving a firm buck of his hips, leaving you sputtering and choking on his length. But you recovered quickly and with more vengeance, doubling your efforts to make him cum.

“Fuck- stop, stop it now.” Rhett gasped before ripping your mouth off him, your nails gripping the jeans still at his thighs so he didn't back away.

“Get down here and fuck me.” You demanded, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and sitting on your haunches. Lust bubbling under your skin as he did as he was told, dropping to his knees like an obedient dog. You felt lightheaded, almost stunned by how much it turned you on that he was doing whatever you said.

As Rhett knelt down in front of you, he used one hand to push your shoulder. Taking the hint you laid back on the carpet. He immediately crowded over you, one hand roughly shoving under your sports bra to massage your breast and tweak your hard nipple. With a whine you arched up into him, hands flying to his shoulders. You claw at him, hopefully leaving raw scratches through his shirt to remind him of you. At that movement he pushes your shirt and bra up to rest above your breasts.

A hand suddenly closes around your throat, actually gripping you this time and not at all like the last. His mouth closes around your other nipple, sucking and flicking it with his devilish tongue. All you could do was struggle against his grasp, pathetic noises tearing from your throat. If you could speak you would beg for some friction between your thighs, lifting them up in search for some relief.

He was being mean now, purposely holding you down and ignoring your seeking hips. You pushed on his shoulders to get his attention and he let up enough for you to surge up and kiss him ferociously, clicking your teeth together mercilessly.

“Rhett, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me I’ll make you leave.” You warn between messy kisses, feeling him hook a few fingers into your jeans before pulling them down in one fluid movement barely past the swell of your ass.

“Hands and knees.” He instructed and you did so, kissing him one last time before rolling over onto your tummy then pushing up on your forearms and knees. You spread your legs as wide as you can, baring your naked pussy for him. A finger swiped through your folds without warning, making you jump. It gently ghosted over your clit before it pulled away, the sounds of Rhett’s jeans being pushed down behind you followed by the foil of a condom being torn.

Bracing yourself, sucking in a loud breath before gripping the carpet. His plush cock head smeared through your folds before entering in one sharp thrust, one you were expecting but one that was so unexpected. You shut your eyes at the sting, a whimper punched out of your lungs.

His cock was hot and heavy as it sat in you, a stuttering breath leaving your lungs in a pained whine. The carpet bit into your knees, embedding their fibers into your jeans. The feeling was no longer a foreign sensation, your body now familiar with the intrusion.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, taking my cock like you are made for it.” Rhett groans behind you, a hand slapping your ass, his palm connecting roughly with it. All you could do was sob, the noise coming from deep within you and rattling your chest.

You were thinking about getting violent as Rhett was paused, groping you with no shame. But as he moved you met him on every thrust, the sharp sounds of you two connecting filled the living room. Loud, embarrassing wails left your mouth as you demanded him to be deeper, rougher.

Rhett was fucking straight through you, the head of his cock bruising your poor cervix. It felt incredibly animalistic, even the noises coming from the man behind you was akin to some feral beast on the mountains surrounding the sleepy town.

A faint buzzing drew you out of the lustful haze you were lost in, the noise coming from the pocket of your jacket next to you. When you lifted your head from where it was hanging from between your shoulders, your stomach dropped out of you and straight to the floor.

“S-stop, Rhett stop it.” You said with a shaky voice, the previous fire gone from your vocal cords. You lifted your foot up and smacked him in the thigh, the physical statement making him pause. But not only before he buried himself so deep that you couldn’t breathe, you swore you could feel his dick in your lungs.

Pushing down the lump in your throat, hands shaking, you pulled the phone from the pocket, praying that it was a spam call from somewhere very far away.

“It’s Perry.” You murmured in a small voice, the phone feeling clunky and huge in your hand as it continued to vibrate. A picture of him smiling was shining on the screen, the ‘slide to answer’ button glaring at you to use it. Your mouth felt dry and sticky, prompting you to open your mouth slightly and breathe out of it.

It felt like you were being suffocated.

After a long pause you attempted to slip it back into the pile of clothes on the floor, watching to forget about your boyfriend and just focus on the task at hand. But sharp fingers dug into your side, making you wince and pause.

“Answer it.”

“What?” You asked dumbly, turning your head over your shoulder in an attempt to see him. Completely taken aback at his statement.

“You heard me. Answer it.” Rhett repeated, his voice dark. It made you gulp, fear twirling in your stomach as you looked back at the phone still buzzing loudly on the carpet. How long would it vibrate for? It felt like it had been going on for hours at this point, just staring at your vulnerable form this entire time.

The dig of his fingers reminded you of his presence and you nodded, licking your lips in an attempt to unstick them. You felt like you were being possessed, grabbing the phone as you lowered to your elbows, sliding the button to answer the call and placing it firmly to your ear.

“Hey Per!”

You answered as normally as you could, Rhett breathing heavily behind you. A calloused hand traveled up your spine softly, making you get goosebumps and shiver.

“Hey darlin’. Where are ya right now?”

His voice cracked through the phone.

“Oh! Uhm… just at my mom’s house. She needed me to hang out here until she got home.”

Your fingers dug into the carpet as Rhett began to move again, newfound heat licking at your belly. It was dizzying, trying to keep up with the conversation in your ear while also trying to listen to the cowboy behind you making the softest noises of pleasure.

“Great then! I get off work in a bit, I’ll come over after I’m done. It’s closer than…”

He started, but you stopped listening. Blood rushed through your ears, making it hard to hear anything due to your impending orgasm. Rhett’s fingers found your clit, dragging some of the creamy wetness from where you two are conjoined to ease the circles.

“Y-yeah that sounds great!”

You quickly responded, the hand that was clenching the carpet now coming up to smack around your mouth, noises threatening to slip.

“What? Are you doin’ okay sweetheart?”

Perry asked at your sudden response. You prayed he couldn’t hear the sticky wet smack of Rhett’s balls on your pussy, the sound becoming louder as your orgasm drew closer.

“Hmm? Oh yeah-“ You rapidly blinked your eyelids, trying to regain focus. “Just fine! Sorry, I’m uh… I’m trying to get something heavy out of the closet. Could you- ah! Could you r-repeat what you said e-earlier?”

Rhett’s hands on your hips moved you forcefully back and forth on his cock, spearing you like you were a piece of meat. He was letting little pants escape through his nose, and you were sure he was red faced and trying to pull it together.

Perry laughed on the line, it sounded almost condescending.

“I was saying- I’ll come over after work to join you. I need to talk to your dad anyway about some stuff.”

He explained, still with that condescending tone, like you were incompetent. What did he have to say to your dad? What was so important it could not wait til like, Christmas dinner or something?

His words made you seethe, well they would have if you didn’t have someone fucking you into oblivion.

“Yeah, no- definitely when you’re done. Be safe driving here, the roads are slick.”

You were out of breath, forehead completely smashed into the carpet and whole body rigid as you awaited the end of the phone call.

“Alright, see ya later sweetheart.”

Perry concluded, sounding distant as you writhed against the ground.

“Yep!” It came out as a squeak, Rhett giving you a sharp thrust, “See you soon!”

The dial tone was the sweetest sound you had ever heard and probably will hear after that. Immediately you dropped the phone and let out a loud sob, toes curling.

“Fu- like that, Jesus Christ don’t you dare fucking stop, R-Rhett.” You growled, shoving your phone far away from your face, watching it slide under the couch. Your whole body was on fire and you felt close to hyperventilating.

It was humiliating how he had you flattened to the ground besides your ass being in the air, a crick forming in your back.

Rhett just grunted behind you, smoothing a hand down your inevitably sweaty lower back. Soon, the pace he set was jostling his other hand, the one so deliciously circling your clit. It was messy and not always hitting the right spots, so you decided to hit him away, replacing his hand with yours.

You would have thought he would have protested like he did at church, but he happily took his hand back, using it to pull you harder against him on your hip.

“Takin’ it so good- shit.” Rhett rumbled behind you between guttural noises, the sounds low in his throat. Praise always weakens you, fire crackling all the way through your body. It started at your core, zips of lightning coursing through your veins and to your fingertips. Quickly, your hindbrain took over and was controlling you out of instinct.

“Yeah- all for you. Take it- all for you.” You barely managed to cry out before resorting to tiny ah ah ah ahs with your face pressed against the side of your bicep. There was a semi-familiar build up happening in the base of your pelvis, one that really only happens when you have your bullet vibrator pressed tight against your clit.

As your breaths became more ragged, you felt lightheaded before you came. Eyes fluttering closed, it felt like you were soaring. Even your stomach dropped like when you ride roller coasters.

A long, drawn-out moan left your lips and rattled your chest as you came. The feeling was unbelievable, like you were soaring high above all else. Rhett followed soon after, pulling you close while he emptied himself into the condom. His thick thighs pressed hard to your ass. A hand rubbed up and down the lower part of your spine, the gentle movement of it caused crackles of electricity to emerge in your chest.

To your dismay, Rhett pulled out. His hand that was resting on your back came down to grab a handful of your ass, making you squeak.

“Jesus fuck- didnt think you liked my dick that much.” Rhett remarked sarcastically, out of breath as he tried to regain his composure. You sat up and turned to sit on your butt, trying to gracefully pull up your panties in a haze, your shirt and bra still sitting high up to your neck.

“Don’t you have a condom you need to take off?” You muttered, annoyance settled back into you as you rolled your eyes and looked up.

He was staring at you, hands twitching in his lap. You blinked back, exhaling softly as your eyes locked. The sarcasm in his words didn't translate to his face, instead watching you with reverence. Even though your hair was a mess and you were sure there was drool and carpet imprints on your cheek.

Your attention was brought back to his fidgety hands, watching as his fingers flitted together. There was a large cut on his right, the gash trailing from mid palm through the juncture between his thumb and pointer, ending just barely past that. It was scabbed over but the skin around it was still red and angry.

Frowning, you subtly gestured to the lesion, “You should be more careful. When did you get that?” You asked softly.

The moment was over as Rhett narrowed his eyes and swatted your arm with irritation before getting up to dispose of the condom.

Quickly, you adjusted your clothing so it was like nothing ever happened, only the hot flush on your cheeks told anything.

Fuck.

The crackles in your chest turned to pangs of hurt as you watched Rhett leave to the bathroom. All this time you concluded the soreness in your heart to be feelings of guilt and self-hatred for cheating on Perry.

Were you just actually fucking stupid? Of course you would be catching feelings. No one in the history of… well, ever would not fall in love- no, not love. Whatever this is, whatever you are doing with him can’t be love.

You wouldn't allow it.

It was useless to argue with yourself like this. Every waking moment was spent trying not to think about Rhett. When you saw his boots by the door it would send you into a spiral at seven o'clock in the morning when all you wanted to do was piss. When you scrolled through social media you searched up his name to look at the account he posts on once in a blue moon that you do not follow and just stare at his photos. The one time you had sex with Perry on this trip you forced your eyes shut-

You physically shake your head to rid yourself of that thought, warding it off like a bad omen. You were in denial, and you knew it. Feeling more lost now than ever before in your life. The thoughts made your lip quiver, and a headache formed around your skull like a tight rubber band. Quickly, you pressed your fingertips into your temples, trying to calm yourself as you looked down into your lap.

Socked feet stopped right in front of you, eyes trailing up his long legs and strong body to get to his face. Rhett had his hand extended towards you, calluses illuminated by the Christmas tree lights. After a moment's pause you accepted it and allowed yourself to be pulled up by him, amazed at how effortless Rhett made it seem.

Rhett did not let go of your hand when you stood at your full height. It was warm and solid, tough skin but holding your hand with all the delicateness in the world. His thumb swiped slowly across your knuckles, making you hyper aware of the chapped skin there.

Quietly, you excused yourself to the bathroom, pulling your hand away from his.

Finally alone in the small room, you fixed your appearance, soaking your hands in freezing water to press to your flushed cheeks. Groaning to yourself, you quickly finished up in the bathroom, not wanting to leave Rhett down there for too long by himself.

Back in the living room, you found Rhett sitting on the couch with your phone in his lap. Watching you settle yourself on the furthest end away from him, Rhett passes over your phone, “Figured you didn't want to go digging around for your phone after you tossed it.” he remarked, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it back so he could put on his baseball cap.

Looking over his shoulder, you saw he picked up your jackets and hung them in the foyer as well. When you looked back at him he was staring at you intently, his pretty blue eyes studying your movements carefully.

“Thank you for picking up the jackets, and my phone.” You added gently as you turned your phone over in your hands nervously. Rhett simply nodded and went back to picking at his hands in his lap.

After a moment of silence Rhett scratched the stubble on his jaw, the noise making you look over at him. You watched him get up with a grunt, hands coming down to adjust his jeans.

“I better go back. Completely forgot about the work at home.” He explained, and you nodded. Rhett chewed his bottom lip, looking at you with what you could only assume was expectancy. Did he want you to say something?

“Uhmm… I guess I’ll walk you out?”

It was Rhett’s turn to nod, turning away from you and heading to the door. You followed him, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans as you watched him shrug his coat on and slip on his boots. Avoiding the small puddles of melted snow on the tile floor you opted to stand on the rug near the door to not get your socks soaked.

Crossing your arms defensively, Rhett stood toe to toe with you, reaching up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. The touch softened you, dropping your arms to your sides almost instantly as you leaned into his palm, now resting gently on your cheek.

Rhett leaned closer and captured your lips in a kiss. You could feel him smile the smallest bit as you kissed him back, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Pulling back, his thumb rubbed against your cheekbone.

“You should text me more.” Rhett stated, pecking you once again before opening the door and leaving.

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moonlightspencie · 8 months

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do you still hope?

Part 3 of ‘a life where we work out’

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: hm. this is an ending for sure

—��——————— -> READER’s POV <- —————————

I looked over my shoulder, staring in the direction of the bathroom. It had been an unusually long time since Dean had gone in. Even for him.

I checked my watch again. 17 minutes had passed so far.

I turned back to the table, sipping on my water now that all of the other dishes had been cleared away. I let out a harsh sigh, drawing Sam’s attention away from his laptop. He glanced over at me in question.

“It’s been nearly twenty minutes,” I said, trying to sound more annoyed that concerned. “We’re trying to save lives, and he’s locked in the bathroom.”

“Do you want me to go check on him?”

I looked at Sam who stared back with an almost amused look on his face. I shrugged at first, ignoring the nagging feeling in my body that wanted to be sure he was okay. Finally, I nodded.

“You probably should. I don’t want to be stuck in this town any longer than I need to be.”

He agreed, and both of us slid out of the booth. I sat back down as he started towards the bathrooms.

What if he couldn’t bring himself to be around me? Worse, what if he left?

No, he wouldn’t leave Sam.

Unless he did.

I fiddled with my hands on the tabletop, trying not to think about it. Until, Sam came back with a worried look on his face.

“What is it?”

He threw some bills down on the table.

“We’ve got to go. Dean’s gone.”

We jumped into my vehicle after a minute of deliberation. I tried justifying that he probably just needed to blow off some steam, but Sam made a great point that he’d likely at least take Baby. It was muggy out, and he wouldn’t be caught dead walking around in this for fun.

“Where do we go?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think it was the djinn?”

“Could be,” Sam nodded, pulling up the GPS.

It directed us towards where we’d all suspected it to be. I just hoped that this was the right place. Even more, I hoped that Dean had left of his own accord and we wouldn’t find him there at all. It was a significantly less likely outcome, though.

Everything was a blur as we let routine carry our actions.

We parked. Grabbed the knife dipped in blood. Double checked that our guns were loaded. Walked towards the building.

I didn’t allow myself to think past the present moment. One foot in front of the other.

We burst through the door, searching for any signs of life in the dingy old building. We had split up to cover more ground, though it was hardly necessary when I let out a loud gasp.

“Dean,” I mumbled, mostly to myself as I approached.

He was a little worse for wear, but in much better condition than I’d expected.

Sam came rushing over, though everything was still a blur to me except for the man in front of me. I knew he’d helped someone else down from the restraints they were kept in. I registered when he’d fairly easily stabbed the djinn with the knife we’d brought in. I saw as Dean came to quickly, his eyes widening as I released him from the way he was tied up. I heard Sam talking to me, though his words practically floated in one ear and out the other until I had Dean propped up against the trunk of my car.

“What the hell happened?” I said at last, my surroundings coming into view once again.

He looked shocked, staring anywhere at me but in my eyes.

“He knocked me out in the bathroom,” he said, swallowing. “You know how the rest goes.”

I scoffed, opening my mouth to say something else when Sam came along. The woman he was helping was definitely worse off than Dean had been.

We all piled into the car, dropping her off at the hospital. It left me plenty of time to come to terms with how my psyche had been handling this situation. I finally felt calm by the time we reached the restaurant, watching as Dean got into the impala. However, Sam stayed with me. Probably just so I’d have to go back to the motel with them in order to drop him off. Bastard.

We arrived, and now, of course, he decided to book it into the hotel room. I followed after, just to say goodbye. Though, I was quickly intercepted by Dean as he walked up towards the door of the motel.

He just stood there, staring at me once again. Still not looking me in the eye. But, to be fair, I was staring too.

I hadn’t expected him to be here. I certainly didn’t think I’d have to save his life once again. After a moment, I cleared my throat to break whatever tension laid between us.

“I should,” I trailed off, looking towards my vehicle. “After I say bye to Sammy.”

His eyes followed to where my gaze set, and I could see him physically fold in on himself a little. He let out a slow sigh, then set his eyes back on the ground between us.

“Just,” he stopped, interrupted by his own heavy breath. “Please. Come in and stay. Just for a little while. A few hours.”

I nodded slowly, something in his face telling me that he needed this. Whatever this was. I trailed after him, walking ahead when he opened the door for me. Sam gave me a soft smile when he met my eyes from where he sat on one of the beds, clearly trying not to scare me off. As if I was some wild animal they were herding into their room.

“I’m not going to make a break for it, you know,” I stated, looking between the two of them as Dean shut the door behind himself.

They fell silent for a moment.

I decided to take a seat in the meantime, settling at the table by the window. Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at me. Still. Sam sighed softly, sitting up straight on his mattress.

“We haven’t seen you in forever,” Sam said, shrugging slightly. “Can’t blame us for wanting to hold onto you a little longer.”

—————————— -> DEAN’s POV <- ——————————

I straightened at Sam’s words, suddenly finding the carpet really interesting. I heard her sigh heavily, though I still couldn’t find it in myself to look at her.

I hadn’t really gotten a good look at her since the warehouse. At least, I hadn’t made eye contact.

The last her I had taken the time to really keep my eye on wasn’t even real. But she still loved me. I wanted my memory of her to be just that: loving. I knew I wouldn’t find that now.

“I know,” she said at last. “I’m sorry.”

I took a chance to look at her, now. Her words were so soft and quiet, I was sure I’d misheard her at first. Looking at her, slumped in her seat, I was sure I hadn’t. I let out a breath, not able to take my eyes off of her.

My plan not to look her in the eyes suddenly experienced a miserable failure.

She locked eyes with me, giving almost an apologetic stare. One I wasn’t expecting.

But, there was something else I saw in her stare that I expected even less. I felt my breath catch, her brow furrowing at how I’d obviously stiffened. She opened her mouth to say something, but clearly thought better of it.

She turned in her seat. “Sam?”

He raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“I’m kind of hungry. Would you totally hate me—”

“Your usual?” he asked with a smile.

“Please.”

His smile only grew, taking this as a sign that she’d stick around a little longer. I handed off my keys immediately, still staring at her in disbelief. Whether or not Sammy had realized that she was distracting him didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered once he was out the door was how she abruptly stood and walked towards me, stopping suddenly a few feet in front of me.

I swallowed. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she breathed out. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I let out a slight laugh. Of course. When couldn’t she read me like a book?

She stared at me expectantly, but something told me she knew what she was walking into by asking that question. I softened under her watchful eye, my shoulders releasing the built-up tension I’d been carrying.

“Is it about wherever the djinn sent you?” she prodded.

“Yeah.”

“Tell me.”

I scoffed out a laugh. “Good to know you haven’t changed.”

She glared at me, though the sparkle in her eye told me she wasn’t as annoyed as she was trying to be.

“It was you,” I said simply, knowing there was no dancing around it.

“I figured as much by the way you haven’t stopped staring at me. What happened?”

I swallowed. “I didn’t want to leave, you know? At all. I could’ve stayed there forever and I’d have been fine. Real or not.”

I walked around her at last, sitting on my bed. She followed after, taking a seat next to me.

“It wasn’t just you. We had… We had kids. Another baby on the way. Mom and dad were alive, Sam was doing great,” I paused, laughing once. “Leaving was the hardest decision. I knew I had to get out of it. I had to snap out of it, but man, if I could’ve stayed I would have.”

I took a chance to look at her again. Her face hardly betrayed any emotions. She just sat there, watching me remember it messily.

Something came over me, though. Call it stupidity or bravery. There was a thin line between the two, anyway.

“Do you ever think…” I laughed again. Barely. “Do you still hope?”

The barely-formed question sat in the air between us like a wall. One I hoped like hell she’d take down.

“How couldn’t I?”

There it was. Crumbling down with three words out of her pretty mouth. Her hand reached for mine, taking it softly.

“That’s really where you went?”

“What would I have to gain by lying about it?”

She smiled softly. “Consider me flattered, then. That’s supposed to be your dream life, you know?”

“I know,” I nodded.

She looked at me again, and this time I was sure what I saw in her eyes. I saw it in that djinn-induced dream, too.

“I never stopped loving you,” she said, just above a whisper.

I let out a shaky breath, telling myself that now was not the time to cry. She gave me the softest smile, not a hint of anything but truth in her face.

I don’t know who leaned in first. All I know is that our lips met in the middle for the first time in what felt like an eternity. That life that I so desperately wanted with her might have been a little unrealistic. Maybe we’d never get out of this life. But she gave me hope.

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Ok hear me out…

Cute little blurb where Spencer and his pregnant wife bicker about baby names? 🥹 Like she’s thinking kinda ordinary ones but he comes up with all the unique and special ones instead, idk if this makes sense lol

aw like that tiktok trend where it's the moms saying why the dads rejected certain names. also, btw, if you're name is one mentioned in this, i'm sorry, just going off some criticisms for the plot

"Okay, here's one." Spencer starts, flipping through the book of baby names he'd brought.

He insisted you wait to do this together and banned you from looking online- like a normal person would- until he found a book of names.

So there you are, sitting up against the headboard, under the covers as you sift through hundreds of names to find the perfect one for your perfect baby.

"Yeah?" You ask, fingers pausing on the trackpad of your laptop as you turn to look at him.

"Wren, it means small bird." He says, eagerly waiting for your reaction.

You giggle a little at him while you shake your head. "Wren Reid? Give the kid a chance."

"Oh." He realizes, looking like the news is hitting him all over again as his eyes gloss over with tears, happy tears. "They're going to be a Reid."

Seeing him tearful at the most seemingly insignificant moments only makes you so much surer that there's no one you'd rather do this with than him.

"Yeah, they are, so they need a name that's not so...rhyme-y." You direct him back to the book as you look back at your laptop. "Something noble like Spencer."

"Spencer came from the name for people who used to dispense goods to affluent households in Middle English." He recites to you, clearly having looked it up before.

You nod, continuing your search before hitting a name that you think could work. "Agnes."

He can't shake his head fast enough. "That's my great-grandmother's name, no way."

"Eleanor." You try.

"If it's in a Beatles song, it's too old." He rules.

"Damn, I guess that takes Rigby and Pepper off the table then, too." You joke, earning a fond eye roll and chuckle from him. "And you know Hotch would say the Beatles are timeless."

Spencer laughs at that. "Yeah, the guy who named his kid after an infamous serial killer." There's silent contemplation for a moment before Spencer's next idea comes. "River." He suggests.

"We're not celebrities, we can't name our kids' random nouns." You remind him.

"Kids? Plural?" He asks curiously.

Three had been the agreed number, but he knew how hard the past three months had been on you, and he wasn't going to hold you to any idyllic promise made before you were pregnant, or parents.

"Sure, as long as this one, or naming this one, isn't too unbearable." You answer with a shrug.

"You won't be unbearable." He says, although it's not to you, you realize when his hand touches your lower stomach. "Baby...Pascal." He tries out.

"The chameleon from Tangled?" You ask, a little shocked he was coming up with such unconventional names.

He frowns back at you, not getting the pop-culture reference. "Uh, maybe? It's cute, though."

"Yeah, for a chameleon." You agree. "How about Darcy? You love Jane Austen."

"Maybe." Finally, some sense of agreement. "Jane's nice too or Attie, like Atticus but for a girl."

You frown a little at him. "I really didn't think you'd be the one with the quirky suggestions."

"Neither." He agrees. "Are we going to struggle to come to a decision on this?"

There's a little bit of concern on his face which you're quick to wipe off. "No, we'll figure it out. Just nothing too old or too weird."

"Okay, I have the perfect one." He declares a few minutes later, closing the book and putting it on the side table as a sign of his devotion to the name. "Matilda."

You wait a minute to draw out suspense. "Yes, absolutely."

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jqhotchner · 1 month

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midnight sky

what you were doing was absolutely insane! you just met the man not even twenty four hours ago. but the connection the two of you had was incredible, almost like you were made for each other. maybe you were.

the day started off like every other morning. you groaned as your alarm clock went off, got out of bed, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and finally made it down town to your favorite local coffee shop.

you ordered a basic coffee and a pastry before sitting in your normal spot, far in the back. you took your laptop out of your bag and began grading papers, groaning and rolling your eyes at the students who didn’t turn in a paper yet.

after about thirty minutes you heard commotion outside. normally you’d ignore it. it’s new york city after all, it was always filled with nosy people. today was different! flashes came from the window, almost blinding you more than the sun.

you heard people screaming as if someone fell and died. you looked up and saw the paparazzi outside. frowning, you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“shit! im sorry, love!”

groaning at your coffee spilling on the ground, you were ready to yell at whoever this pretentious actor or whatever he was! not caring if the media and his fans tore you a new one.

“watch where you—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. from his buzzed hair cut, beautiful brown eyes, tattooed neck, and his attire. he was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright, babe?” even his accent was perfect.

“uh—yeah—yeah! im sorry.”

he chuckles, “it’s my fault, really.”

you were frozen. completely mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of you. your heart skipped a beat.

“it’s fine—um, i should get going.” you began walking away, pushing through the loads of paps. you needed to get far away so you could get that man out of your mind.

unfortunately the moment you got home you looked him up. you needed to know who he was and where he was from. you searched the location of the coffee shop and found tmz reporting the images.

“zayn malik. fuck, even his name is perfect!” you dived into everything zayn malik and began to sigh. soon you find his instagram, noticing he only had a few post. you assumed he deleted his old post due to him starting a new era for his next album.

biting your lip you sigh as you close your eyes processing. god, where you an idiot for even thinking about messaging him. maybe? you knew he probably got thousands of messages everyday, but it was something about him. you click on his profile, clicked on message, and began typing.

‘hi..god, you probably won’t see this, most likely won’t even open it, won’t bat an eye, but i thought i should text you. i guess im intrigued you could say.’

you wait patiently until you heard your phone vibrate. you had never picked up your phone so quickly. you smiled hugely when you saw it was him that sent you a message.

‘hey! normally i don’t open this app unless im posting something about me music or a selfie. coffee shop girl, right?’

smiling, you typed,

‘yeah! sorry about spilling that coffee by the way. im normally not that clumsy.’

‘haha!’

‘it’s cool, babe. got a three year old! use to clumsy.’

‘oh? didn’t noticed you had a kid. gonna be honest, i kinda went on a bit of a stalker session finding you.’

‘really? that’s cute!’

‘yeah! got a daughter. she’s the sweetest thing even!’

‘i love kids! i always wanted to teach kids instead of middle schoolers. kids love the color and draw. middle schoolers love to gossip and fight.’

‘ha! not ready for that at all!’

‘you’re a teacher, huh? that was my career path before i became a musician.’

‘i enjoy teaching! wanted to since i could remember!’

‘you guys are doing great work! deserve a pay raise!!’

‘tell that to the us government. 😩’

‘fuck them all!!!’

‘agreed!’

‘how bout i meet you up for a coffee? promise, no paps this time?’

‘right now?’

‘yeah…is that okay, babe?’

‘yeah—yeah! ill be there in twenty.’

‘cool! see you soon ;)’

you never got ready so fast in your life. heading downstairs from your building and walking a few blocks to the coffee shop, you spot zero paps and zayn sitting inside your booth. you smile before walking into the building. when he spots you, he smiles at you, stands up, and gives you a hug.

“hey.”

“hi.” you sit in the seat right across from him.

“never got your name. your instagram account doesn’t give it away.”

you blush. you created your instagram when you were in middle school. being overly obsessed with harry potter as a kid and extremely dorky, you had to go with ‘voldedork_hp,’

you never got around to changing it. now you regret that decision one hundred percent. “im sorry about that. a little embarrassed.”

“don’t be! it’s cute. im a huge harry potter fan myself. i went as voldemort last halloween as a mater-of-fact.”

“my names yn.”

“it’s nice to meet you yn. you have a lovely name by the way.”

you snort. feeling like your name was completely bland compared to his!

“may i ask where you’re from? your accent, it’s pretty thick, even for someone born in the uk.”

zayn chuckles. “yeah! m’from bradford england. my pops is pakistani so my accent comes out a little bit stronger i guess. what about you? you don’t sound like a new yorker.” he takes a sip of his coffee.

“im not! born and raised in texas actually.”

“texas, huh? you’re a little way from home, yeah?”

“i got a full scholarship for new york university! i couldn’t pass on that opportunity.”

“brains and beauty, huh?”

you blush. he was definitely a flirt! the two of you got to know one another for the next four hours. you both lost track of time. zayn phone blows up and he continues to ignore it. enjoying his time getting to know the pretty woman across from him. you were loving the company and conversation. it felt like you knew each other for the longest time. you were both laughing and listening to each other tell some crazy story. it felt right.

“how about we get out of this coffee shop, yeah? maybe walk around new york? i promise, no paps. i know places they’ll never go.” he winks at you. you nod before getting out of the booth. zayn grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

you were surprised but you didn’t object or pull away. zayn paid for his coffee, leaving a generous tip before leaving. you walk hand and hand around new york, enjoying each other’s company. you continued to talk about everything. the two of you got along so well, you felt crazy for already falling for him. you just met the man! how could you already have such strong feelings for the musician? were you seriously losing your mind? you just couldn’t help how you felt though.

zayn felt the same way. it’s why, standing in front of a courthouse, holding your hand as the moonlight shines, he got the craziest idea. he stops, looks you in the eye, and caresses your cheek. “may i kiss you, babe?”

you blushed, nodding nonetheless. when his lips touched yours, you felt the whole world stopped. god, how could such a beautiful man be this perfect? when he pulls away he grabs your hand and runs across the street. it was like faith, standing in front of a kay jewelers and a bridal shop. you laugh as he looks at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“what?”

“this is gonna be the craziest thing ive ever done or said but, i just—i feel like ive known you for the longest time. you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. i—i feel like we’re meant to be, meant to meet each other. and you, god maybe this is insane! you can totally say no, kick my ass, slap me, whatever you want, but this is just perfect. it’s almost like faith,”

“what is it?” you asked nervously.

“a jeweler, a bridal shop, and a courthouse right across the street. maybe this is the universe telling us to just go for it. let’s get married.”

normally if a man had asked you this you’d laugh in his face. you’d think he was absolutely insane for even suggesting this idea. but seeing all the key details, it’s like a story from a fairytale! who were you to pass up a fairytale story?

“okay!”

“yeah?”

you nod your head. zayn kisses you passionately before calling up taryn to be a witness! once he convinced her, he grabs your hand, head into the jewelry parlor, the two of you pick your rings before going to the bridal shop and grabbing the most gorgeous dress and a suit, before heading across the street to officially get married.

“are we doing this, forreal?”

“yeah, yeah we are! let’s get married, baby!”

and before you know it, you become misses malik. a true fairytale.

i really hope you all like this fic! it’s not enough zayn fics out there and i need people to make some!

what do you think?

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 2 years

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Just Like Old Times

Eddie Brock/Venom x F!Reader

Summary: When life gets to be too much in Hell's Kitchen, you go to visit an old friend. Turns out, life might be just as crazy in San Francisco when you learn Eddie's secret. Venom is in bold.

Warnings: Explicit language, Fluff, Venom antics.

A/N:Look! I can write fluff! I have no excuse for this except that I love Eddie Brock, and it was in my WIPs. Very unbeta'd. Divider by @firefly-graphics.

“Flight 487 to San Francisco is now boarding”

You needed to get out of New York. There were vigilantes running all over the place. Buildings were exploding, people were being shot in the street. Thankfully, you were returning to work and convinced Ellison to send you on assignment to California. You had a journalist friend out there, who was going through a hard time, too. You called him up, asking if you could visit for a few days, all while getting some information on a story.

San Francisco was beautiful. The sunshine warmed your face as you exited the airport. California was so different from New York. There were white clouds in the sky compared to the gray ones of Hell’s Kitchen. Shit, even the air tastes different, you thought as you took a deep breath. You hailed a cab, giving the driver the address to your friend’s apartment.

Apartment 1404. You knocked lightly, pulling up your duffle bag strap as it slipped. There was a thump behind the door, then you heard a deep, gravelly voice.

WHO IS SHE, EDDIE?

“She’s a friend. We can trust her.” Eddie’s response was muffled through the wood. You knocked again, before calling out to him.

SHE IS PERSISTENT. BUT SHE IS NOT ANNIE. DO NOT LET HER IN, EDDIE.

The door swung open to reveal Eddie in a gray hoodie, looking quite disheveled. “Sorry, come on in.” He muttered, trying to step out of the way. “Let her in, man. She brought chocolate” He whispered harshly, confusing you.

“Eddie? You alright?” You asked as you squeezed past him. You looked around the small space. It was a bit messy, but one hundred percent Eddie Brock. He had a small desk where his laptop rested. There were some papers scattered across it.

Eddie cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head. “Any chance you brought the thing I asked for?” He questioned, and you nodded, handing him the wrapped bar of chocolate out of your pocket. “Sorry about the mess. I- uh- I’m a slob.” He said sheepishly.

You waved him off. A little untidiness never bothered you. There was a gobbling noise behind you that made you turn. In Eddie’s hand was what was left of the candy bar, even some of the wrapper was gone. “So, uh, how have you been? You basically fled New York without saying goodbye.” You said in mock annoyance. Eddie was one of your closest friends. The two of you worked multiple stories together. Until one day, the man just up and disappeared after a story went bad. He called you a few days later to let you know he was okay.

Eddie nodded, “Oh, I have been great. Yeah, wonderful really. I was engaged for a minute.” UNTIL YOU USED HER AND PUSHED HER AWAY. “Shut up.” He growled through clenched teeth. You looked at him with a grimace. “Shit, no. Not you. Sorry.” He blurted out with a distressed look on his face.

You nodded slowly, unsure about his behavior. You kept looking around, noticing a tire hanging from the ceiling by a chain. “You still into some kinky shit, Brock?” You laughed, pointing at the wheel before picking up an old article laying on his desk.

Eddie chuckled uneasily. “Yeah. That’s definitely what that’s for.” SHE IS RATHER PRETTY. SHE WOULD BE FUN TO MATE WITH. ASK HER IF SHE LIKES CHICKENS. Eddie groaned, under his breath, “Are we judging people on their opinions of chickens, now?!”

Your head shot up from the paper, “What was that?” You questioned, your eyes grazing over Eddie’s face. He looked pained.

“Um, erm, chickens. I asked if you like chickens.” He chuckled nervously.

“Chickens?” You repeated the word back to him.

He sighed deeply. “I have uh– pet chickens.” He pointed toward the bathroom where faint clucks resounded. IF SHE DOESN’T LIKE CHICKENS, EDDIE, SHE CANNOT STAY. “She can stay, Venom. Stop.”

Venom? Okay, now you were getting worried. “Who is Venom, Eddie? What the fuck is going on with you?” You asked harshly, watching him flinch at your words. You felt bad immediately. “You know you can tell me anything.” You softened your voice, reaching out for him.

IF SHE TOUCHES MY CHICKENS, EDDIE, I WILL EAT HER BRAINS. Eddie groaned again, and turned away from you. “You will not eat her brains!” He whispered gratingly. “She is our friend, and we do not eat friends.”

The words ‘eat her brain’ had you freaking out internally. What the fuck was going on with your friend? You watched on as Eddie had some kind of debate with himself. Sharply, he turned back to you. “I am so sorry. I have– um– a parasite.” PARASITE?

“A parasite? You need a doctor, E.” You said concernedly. “Let me take you.” You reached out a hand to him. He shook his head.

“Been there. It didn’t really help. He’s still here.” He sounded okay with it. “He cooks, too. But I wouldn’t eat it. It will make you sick.” He said so assuredly. I HEARD THAT, EDDIE.

“Eddie, you’re scaring me. What are you talking about?” You asked, panicked. You left New York to get away from the crazy. You didn’t know you were walking right into a whole new pile of it. You reached for him once again, taking his hand in yours.

Eddie inhaled deeply. “Okay, but don’t scream. He hates that.” LET ME TALK TO HER, EDDIE. I WILL NOT SCARE HER. “Yeah, I doubt that, buddy.”

You watched intently as black goo emerged slowly from Eddie’s back. In that black goo, a face appeared. It had white, feline shaped eyes, but something about them shouted otherworldly. Its mouth was full of large, razor-sharp teeth. Eddie told you not to scream, but you couldn’t help the shriek that bubbled out of your throat.

Eddie stepped forward, and you moved back, bumping into his couch. “Please stop screaming. He will–”

The black goo cut him off. WE ARE VENOM, it spoke softly. Your scream died down as you hopped over the couch, trying to put space between you and the goo. PLEASE, STOP MOVING AWAY. I WILL NOT EAT YOU. EDDIE SAYS I CAN ONLY EAT BAD GUYS.

Your eyes widened in fear. “What the fuck?” The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Okay, pal. Let me take over.” Eddie spoke to the goo like it was a friend. It- Venom, argued with him, before begrudgingly retreating, disappearing back into Eddie’s body. The man looked at you, “I have a lot to explain.”

Eddie told you about Anne, and how he not only destroyed his career, but her’s as well. He explained how he broke into the Life Foundation. You could hear the disappointment in his voice as he spoke about the choices he made regarding Anne. It livened up a bit when he started to tell you about Venom. “He is annoying, but he’s my friend.” Eddie ended with a smile on his face.

It was a lot for you to process. In all honesty, it wasn’t the weirdest thing you’ve seen. You could handle a symbiote from space living inside of your friend. “Can I– Can I see him again?” You asked him. Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.

“You want to talk to him?” He clarified, and you nodded. The goo, no Venom, slithered out of his back, resting at his side.

HI. DO YOU HAVE MORE CHOCOLATE?

You looked at Eddie. “The chocolate was for you?” You questioned before pulling another bar out of your pocket, offering it to him.

OH, EDDIE. I LOVE HER. CAN WE KEEP HER?

You blushed at Venom’s words as a tendril came toward you, wrapping around the candy. It was slimy against your skin, but it didn’t gross you out. Eddie watched the interaction with adoration. Aside from Anne and Dan, no one else knew about Venom. “Oh, I can’t stay forever.” You told the symbiote. “I have to go back to New York in a few days. Trust me, I’d rather stay here than deal with what’s waiting for me back home.” You sighed.

EDDIE, SHE IS SAD. LET'S MAKE HER HAPPY.

Eddie looked at you with a hopeful face. “Wanna go out? I know a great bar downtown.” He suggested. You gave him a huge smile.

“Just like old times?” You asked, thinking about the last time you got drunk with Eddie Brock. You had just been hired by The Bulletin, and he was determined to celebrate. You woke up the next morning with zero recollection and a tattoo on your hip.

“Just like old times.”

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 1 year

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Fingers Crossed-Miguel Diaz

A/n: All right Miguel is my favorite character from the show even though I do like other ones, but he's my first favorite. Anyway I honestly just thought of this idea from listening to this song. So I hope you enjoy it, and I also hope it's not confusing. If it is, let me know and I'll do some editing.

Song: Fingers Crossed

Written: Lauren Spencer-Smith

-Samantha

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'Introduced me to your family, Watched my favorite shows on your TV, Made me breakfast in the mornin', When I got home from work'

I was walking hand and hand with Miguel to go over to his house. I was super nervous to meet his mom and grandmother even though he told me that his mom would love me and his grandmother already adores me.

" Babe, you all right?" he asked

I turned to him and smiled. " Yeah, I'm great."

He didn't look at all convinced, but went with it. He gave my hand a squeeze when we were getting closer to his house. I took a breath before he opened the door of his house.

" Mom, I'm home. I brought over Y/n." he announced

All I could do was stand by the door which made Miguel chuckle before pulling me gently over to his mother. She gave me a smile. " Oh my. You're so beautiful. I'm so glad Miguel found someone like you." She gushed

I let out a small giggle at Miguel's face due to what his mother said. " Thank you Ms. Diaz. Miguel is so wonderful. You've raised him to be a perfect gentleman." I said

She smiled and looked over at him before back over to me. " Oh, honey, just call me Carmen."

I just nodded, I was about to ask where Mrs. Diaz was, but she came over and smiled. She then patted Miguel on the arm and said, " Elegiste uno bueno Miggy."

Miguel just smiled and looked over at me. She then came over to me, and stated..." Eres preciosa."

I smiled and told her " Gracias"

Miguel then told them..." Well we're going to go to my room."

They smiled and Carmen said..." Be safe Miggy and the door stays open."

All he did was pull me away from them. I just laughed at how red he got. We both then got comfy on his bed with his laptop to watch y/f/s.

'Makin' plans to travel 'round the world, Said we'd always put each other first, Old love songs we used to play to funny, now I hate you'

I was sitting at home thinking of all the plans Miguel missed. We were supposed to go to the movies tonight, but he called and said something came up. I couldn't respond to him because I didn't know what to say. I just want to go out with my boyfriend, but I don't even think we're together anymore. I mean we're not physically broken up, but I feel like we should be. All I could think of was hating him and hating this whole relationship.

'Shoulda paid attention to my friends, Tellin' me how bad it's gonna end, Always giving' their opinions, Now I wish I would have listened'

"I told you he was gonna go back to that bitch Sam." Tory said

I could feel my eyes get watery. I then felt a warm arm wrap around me. I could tell it was Robby due to his cologne he wears.

"We're here for you Y/n/n. We won't let him near you okay. We promise." he said

I saw Tory nod her head and then she wrapped her arm around my waist from the other side. I'm so happy to be in my best friend's arms. " Thanks guys. I don't know what I would die without you."

They both let out a chuckle. " You probably wouldn't survive one minute." Tory said

I let out a small laugh which made them both smile. I then just spent the rest of the day curled up next to them.

'I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not, You don't deserve the one thing that you lost'

I was watching Miguel and Sam from inside my car practicing their karate. I really wish I could apologize for whatever made him want to cheat, but Tory told me that there's nothing I should be sorry for.

Miguel's POV

I saw Y/n's car out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help, but feel bad for the things I'm doing. I just never got over Sam and it was probably a mistake to cheat and not break up with her. " Sam, one second."

She looked over to see what my attention was on and grinned. " Just text her and say it's over."

I know I shouldn't have listened, but all I could think was Sam. Once I shot the text we got back to our sparring.

Your POV

I heard my phone ding and the words on my screen broke my heart. I didn't respond. All I did was throw my phone in the back seat and let out a frustrated scream. I then drove off to Tory's job just to be close with her, since I don't want to be alone right now.

'Now, I... Remember when you'd call me late a night, And I gave you my hours and advice just tryna fix you, And all you daddy issues, But now, I don't even miss you anymore'

I heard my phone ring, so I picked it up and smiled. " Hey Miggy."

I could tell he was smiling. " Hey babe."

I asked " So, what advice do you need this time?"

He let out a gasp. " How do you know I don't just want to hear your voice?"

I let out a giggle, " Cause Miggy, I know you."

" Okay you caught me. I just need some comfort tonight."

I sighed " Why? What happened? Did Kyler come at you again or did something happen with Johnny?"

He just chuckled. " Slow down Y/n. Breath, it's just that Johnny is working us so much that I'm physically tired all the time."

" Awe babe. Why not just have a sit down conversion with him and explain to him how it makes you feel. I don't want you to get too stressed out from doing too much."

He let out a sigh. " Thanks babe."

'So, I... I want all the tears back that I cried, All the hours spent given advice on how to write your songs, All you did was prove me wrong, When you said you love me, Well, you must've had your fingers crossed.'

All I could think about was helping Miguel with hours of karate moves. I helped him by telling him how to improve and he would always smile at me.

" Thanks babe."

I nodded and gave him a small side hug and he added a small kiss to the side of my head. " I love you. " he whispered in my right ear

I smiled and whispered in his left ear, " I love you too."

But now I know the truth he never really loved me I think. Was it all an act to make Sam jealous?

'(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Your fingers crossed, (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Your fingers crossed, (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Oh, when you said you loved me, Well, you must've had your fingers crossed.'

I was hanging out with Tory and Robby at the roller rink having a blast. I then thought I saw Miguel, but then when I looked again he was gone. I felt a hand make contact with my shoulder. " Y/n, you all right?" Tory asked

I turned to face them and smiled. " Yea, all good." I paused for a second before starting..." You know what I'm going to get closer."

They both looked shocked, but also supportive.

" Yes,You go girl. You tell him." Tory said

Robby just smiled, " Go get him and put him in his place."

I let out a soft chuckle while waving and headed for the door.

'Oh, I... I want all the tears back that I cried, All the hours spent giving advice on how to write your songs, All you did was prove me wrong, Wish you said you loved me, When you didn't have your fingers crossed.'

I was preparing to knock on Miguel's door when I heard another door open. I spun around to find Johnny. I gave him a friendly smile. He smiled back and walked over to his car.

" Hey, Don't be afraid, I know what he did was very wrong and he deserves what's coming to him, but you were my favorite out of all the girls he's gone out with." he said with a wink

I let out a small giggle, " Thanks Johnny." I smiled

He just nodded and went in his car. I took one last breath and then knocked on the door. It opened and he was standing right there. I gave him a small smile.

" Um...I just wanted you to know that I always loved you Miggy. I don't know about you, but that's how I feel and I don't think I can ever stop loving you. Miggy, I really wish you the best and really hope she makes you happy. That's basically all I wanted to say, so I guess see you around Miggy."

He opened his mouth, but then closed it and gave me a small sad smile. " See you around Y/n/n." he whispered

I gave him one more glance before heading to the direction I parked.

Miguel's POV

All I could do was watch her walk away. I know what I did was wrong and I wish I could take everything back, but I have to suffer the consequences. Once her car left my site I gently closed the door and put my head against it.

" Oh Miggy, everything will get better I promise." I heard my mom say. I then turned to lean into her warm embrace. " Thanks mom." I whispered into her shoulder

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I hope you all love this one. I know I do, I think it's definitely different and I'm proud of it. Again I really hope it's not confusing.

-Samantha

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