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riordanness · 3 months

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enchanté — [n.sheff]

wordcount: 1.2K

warnings: none

requested: no

tags: @honey-ambrosia my wife <33 (send her love or else)

a/n: idk?? i just had a random idea while watching this movie for the first time so enjoy i guess. nic is defo ooc, doesn’t do drugs in this fic either, and i know basically none of the movie plot yet. feel free to request nic sheff fics tho! <3

“Nice to meet you.” I smile; and shake my new roommate's hand. He seems nice enough, with pretty green eyes and curly brown hair.

He smiles back, then heads into our dorm room. I turn back to my conversation with the other girls in our hallway. Turns out there wasn’t an even number of girls or boys this year, so I got shoved into a dorm room with a guy. Not that that’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to me; he’s kinda cute.

One of the other new girls, I think she said her name was Alexa, nudges me. “Damn, I wish I was the not-so-unlucky girl stuck with a boy. He is hot.”

I shrug. “He’s not bad. He’s probably got a girlfriend though. Or he’s gay.” I nudge her back. “Doesn’t matter that much; he’s probably the kind of guy who spends all his time not in his dorm room. More time alone for me.”

I say goodbye and turn towards my bedroom door. I stop just before it, though, when I hear voices.

“Yeah, she seems nice, she’s just in the hall,” I hear my roommate say. I’m not entirely sure who he’s talking to, but then another person speaks, a much older man, and I remember his father is here.

“I feel for you though…” His father laughs, and I hear the sound of cds clacking together, and I realise that they’re my cds.

I internally cringe. Why did I decide to set up my cds? My roommate definitely thinks I’m a total loser freak now. I visualise my collection. Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Chase Atlantic, Melanie Martinez, Joshua Bassett, and the Chainsmokers. Pretty much screams ‘basic white girl’ doesn’t it?

I knock on the doorframe, stepping into view. “Hey,” I say, waving a little at his father. “Nice to meet you.”

My roommate’s father hastily shoves my cds back onto my desk. “You too. I’m Nic’s father.” He stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, offering a smile.

“Well…” Nic’s father pats his pockets. “I’d best be going.” He gives his son a hug, who stands and grips his father tightly.

I feel awkward, like I’m interrupting something.

“Everything,” Nic whispers.

“Everything.”

Though I have no idea what that means, I think it’s adorable.

His father leaves, and the two of us stand for a moment. Then I drop my bag on the floor next to my bed and flop myself onto it.

“What’s your name?” Nic asks quietly. “I’m Nic.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I know. I’m y/n.”

He nods. “Cool.”

There’s silence for a couple more seconds, more than feels comfortable.

I blow out my breath. “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

He laughs in surprise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No.” I glance at him. “She literally does think that.”

“Okay.” Another pause. “My dad thinks your music taste sucks.”

I glance over at my cd collection, which is now in an unorganised pile on my desk, compliments to Nic’s father. “Mm.”

“It’s not bad, though,” he offers. “I love Chase Atlantic.”

I raise an eyebrow, and meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm. Vibes, Into It, Friends, Meddle About, CALL ME BACK, Church, some of my favourite songs ever.”

I make an impressed face. “Okay, okay. I’ll accept that.”

“The other stuff though?” He makes a face. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

I sit up. “Yes. Taylor Swift really.” I grab my notebook out of my bag and relax onto my pillows. “Now shh while I write this idea down.”

He suddenly looks interested. “You write?”

“Duh.”

“No, no,” he tries to backtrack. “I mean, I write too. That’s why I’m here. To study writing.”

I look at him over the top of my notebook. “You? A writer?” i don’t mean to sound incredulous, but I probably do.

He nods sincerely. “I love to write. What kind of things do you write?”

“Umm…” I stare up at the ceiling. “All kinds. Poetry, fiction, lyrics, fanfiction, essays, critiques, anything really. I just love anything to do with words and writing.” I swing my legs over the side of my bed, facing him. “What about you?”

“Me too. Anything.”

I nod. “Can I read something of yours sometime?”

He shoots me a crooked smile. “Only if I can read yours.”

“Deal.”

We shake hands, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter a little.

It’s been six weeks of sharing a dorm with Nic Sheff, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second.

Turns out, he’s amazing. At like, everything. His writing is incredible, at least the little I’ve seen so far. He can skateboard like nobody’s business. He can sing, speak French, and apparently, braid hair. (I know from experience, trust me on this).

“Hey, tresses,” Nic says, throwing his backpack on the floor, and himself on my bed.

I was at my desk, trying to study. “Hey,” I reply absentmindedly.

“You got class this afternoon?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

“Same one as me?”

“Probably.”

“Y/n…” he whines, picking up my Spider-Man squishmallow and throwing it at me. “Pay attention to me.”

I glance up. “What?”

“Do you have the poetry class in twenty minutes? The one we both take?” He asks the question slowly.

I read my timetable quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, it’s a bit of a walk and we do not want to be late.”

I shut my laptop. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

He jokingly offers me his arm, and instead of taking it like a lady, I hit him. “Ow, y/n!” he complains.

I giggle. “Come on, Nic. We don’t wanna be late.” I mimic his earlier words.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re awful, tresses.”

“You love me.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

“Alright, Mr Steff, would you like to read your poem aloud now?” Mr Day asks the boy.

Nic glances nervously at me, for some reason, then stands as he nods at our teacher. “Yes, sir.”

He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and licks his lips in the cute way he always does when he’s worried or nervous.

“Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘je vous aime’,

well, ça me tue à l’intérieur.

j’ai été enchanté de te rencontrer,

mon amour.

je pense que tu es á ma place.

Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

Je vous aime.”

A brief silence follows Nic’s poem, then a round of applause, louder than any I’d heard here before.

He looks at me, and for a split second I don’t know why. Then it clicks.

“Me?” I ask weakly. “You wrote that… for me?”

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

The whole class cheers, and we get another round of applause.

My mouth is open, and my heart is racing, but I know I want to say it too. But for some reason, when I open my mouth, the words won’t come out. So I do the only other thing I can think of.

I stand up, grab Nic by the collar, and pull him into a kiss.

The cheering gets a whole lot louder after that.

translation:

“My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘I love you’,

Well, it kills me inside.

I was enchanted to meet you,

my love.

I think you belong with me.

My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

I love you.”

#nic sheff #nic sheff x reader #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #beautiful boy #timothee chalamet x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #beautiful boy movie

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junnieverse · 6 months

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BAD IDEA RIGHT ? ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: you were completely over sunghoon, no feelings for him whatsoever... or atleast that's what you would tell your friends. he was no good for you and yet no matter how many other guys came your way, sunghoon was the only one on your mind, maybe reconnecting as 'friends' would be fine, it wasn't a bad idea... right?

pairing: park sunghoon x afab!reader

genre: slightly suggestive, a little angst, tutor x student trope, fwb to lovers to exes (to somewhat fwb again) au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: not proofread, mentions of rain, swearing, mentions of drinking (wine), shirtless sunghoon, shh

a/n: thank you for the support you've all given this series so far everyone, please don't forget to reblog if you enjoyed this, that would be of great support too!

— GUTS X ENHYPEN SERIES MASTERLIST !

Hearing your phone ring for the third time in the past thirty minutes, you excuse yourself from your group of friends playing uno and go up to check your phone by the living room wall charging.

Looking over at the caller id on the screen, your eyes immediately light up but just as quickly you feel yourself deflate reading the contact name, 'LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING' who happened to be your ex boyfriend Park Sunghoon.

It must've been one of those nights you thought to yourself, he only ever calls you when he's feeling lonely and wanted some... company.

You had known Sunghoon through your professor when they needed you to tutor a particular student and there they introduced you two to each other and the physical attraction between the both of you was undeniable.

And that's when everything changed.

You used to be a nervous wreck in front of him, it was like your brain froze around him and you would always malfunction whenever he got too close to you when you were helping him with his school work.

The tutoring sessions soon turned into the both of you meeting in corners of hallways to sneak little kisses before lectures, to going under the bleachers to make out and then even going to each other's apartments to 'keep each other warm' on rainy days (as well as perfectly sunny days), you were both completely obsessed with being around and touching each other.

It didn't take long for Sunghoon to confess his attraction towards you and suggest you both officially going out as a couple to which you agreed to… despite your friends telling you to not do it.

They knew his reputation, everyone did including yourself but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't as much of a womaniser as he was portrayed to be.

Before starting to date Sunghoon, you weren't the only girl he was seeing, you just thought you were (just like all the others thought) and your friends were quick to see past the bullshit and tell you about it but you were blinded by love.

"I really think this thing you have going on with Sunghoon is a bad idea, you deserve better." your friend says to you while you both were walking together to your next lecture together.

"C'mon, just give him a chance, Hoon really isn't that bad of a guy as he's made out to be, I get to see the sweeter side of him most of you don't." you respond and your gaze suddenly landed on Sunghoon talking to a close friend of his a few feet away from you.

Quickly bidding your friend a bye telling them you would be right back, you make your way to Hoon leaving your friend disprited after their failed attempts to get you away from Sunghoon.

Despite how you thought your relationship would be flourishing, your break up with Sunghoon was one that came after alot of pondering and arguments with him.

It was evident that besides the strong physical and sexual attraction you both had for each other, emotionally he wasn't as invested and it felt one sided.

In the end, you knew you couldn't settle in a relationship with someone who didn't like you as much as you liked them, you just wish you saw the incompatibility a little earlier.

After the break up, you had still kept in contact with Sunghoon deciding to just remain… friends but it was more than clear to your group of friends that Sunghoon wanted a bit more than just a friendship with you.

Hearing a sudden notification from your phone after the several missed calls that were left, you notice the text messages Sunghoon was sending you.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING :

- Hey, haven't seen you in awhile

- Just got a new place so how about you come over and maybe we can hangout and catch up

- Here's my address, xxx-xxx-xxx

- See you soon pretty

Reading over the messages again in your head, you convince yourself that you were unaffected and composed.

You were completely over Sunghoon, whatever you both had, unresolved feelings and all, they were gone.

Although, were you actually considering going over to your ex's place to see him..?

You knew very well this was no good, a very bad idea your friends would've been completely against but you decided to follow your irrational thoughts.

"Fuck it it's fine." you whisper under your breath before grabbing your phone and car keys and rushing to put on your shoes to leave.

"Uhh, so something came up and I gotta go but I will talk to you all tomorrow. Bye guys!" you tell them leaving without giving them a chance to respond nor a proper reason as they all looked at each other confused but knowingly.

"She's going over to Sunghoon's huh?" your one friend asks rhetorically looking at the front door you had just rushed out of as your other friends shake their heads knowing there wasn't much they could do now.

Running over to your car, you were immediately hit by the heavy rain outside and you felt instantly relieved once inside considering how drenched you'd become in those few seconds.

This wasn't the first time Sunghoon would call you over to 'keep him company' at home when he was alone since you had broken up and you knew this was foolish of you and you had tried to stop.

Having the good friends you had, they always tried to help you detach from Sunghoon which had worked in the beginning for a few months where you had completely cut him off, not hearing anything from him but he soon reached out to you after some time and you had fallen back into the rabbit hole.

"We're just two friends reconnecting, I don't see the problem with that." you say to your best friend with a shrug of your shoulders as you were texting Sunghoon and she easedropped looking at the phone over your shoulder.

"I've known you for years and that has got to be the biggest lie you've ever said." she says shaking her head in disapproval.

"I mean it though, tonight we're just gonna hang out like old friends." you respond but it felt more like you were trying to convince yourself nothing would happen.

Getting out of your car upon arrival, you notice a figure on the second floor of the building standing outside and you notice Sunghoon waving at you with his infamous smile on display for you.

He was an incredibly beautiful man, you can admit you've seen your fair share of really hot guys but every time you look at Sunghoon you can't seem to remember when and he's the only one on your mind.

He had you wrapped right around his finger and you knew that.

Absolutely whipped for him.

Going up the stairs leading up to his door he greets you with a tight hug wrapping his arms around your waist not seeming to care that he was getting wet from your damp clothes.

"Sorry about the rain, how about you shower and I'll get you some of my fresh clothes to change into." he offers and you agree quietly admiring the neat decor of his house as he leads the way.

"Should I get you anything to drink? I've got some water, soda and wine." he asks you as you take a seat on his couch after your shower letting your hair air dry as you were wearing nothing but his black shirt which was conveniently oversized and up to your mid thigh.

"Some wine should be good." you tell him as he left a lingering gaze on your figure before he snapped out of it and nodded going into the kitchen to get your drink.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of you and a message from your best friend pops up.

Bestie ♡ :

- Hope you're okay. Call me if you need anything :)

(Y/n) :

- Yep I'm good

- I'm sorry I can't come back for the sleepover but dw everything is fine

- Goodnight <3

"Here's your wine." sunghoon reaches out handing you the glass as he had one of his own before taking a seat next to you shuffling closer.

"I missed you." he says breaking the silence as he placed his wine glass on the coffee table and gently took yours doing the same trying to still maintain eye contact with you.

"I missed you t-too." you shyly stutter out looking down.

It felt like he had you in a trance, you were moving on your own, or maybe it was the win doing it's thing but before you knew it your hands were cupping Sunghoon's face as his rested on your thigh as you both shared a deep and sensual kiss.

Everything after that felt like a complete blur.

The next morning you found yourself in unfamiliar sheets but this was an all too familiar scene of events and next to you sound asleep was a breathtaking shirtless Sunghoon.

This was a bad idea right?

SERIES TAGLIST: @enhastolemyheart @jungwonscafe @firstclassjaylee @bahiyyihina

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bookobsessedram · 4 months

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Soap Mactavish x Reader - Mental Health Day

Word Count - 1.1k

Warnings - depression, cursing, very SFW

A/N: This is a gift for my friend @bunnyreaper, so reader is described!! Sorry y'all <3

For bunny, I want you to know that I love you so much and that you are valued and loved. I hope this brings some light to your life :)

For the past few weeks, it feels like every day has been the same. Wake up, cry, eat whatever shitty snacks are in the pantry, cry some more, check your phone, and go back to bed. Rinse and repeat. You know you must look like hell, with unwashed hair and bags under your eyes that won’t seem to go away, but you can’t bring yourself to care – or rather, you care but you can’t find the energy to do anything about it. You haven’t had the energy to do much of anything recently, now that you think of it. Depression is a bitch, you know, but it doesn’t change the fact that when it hits you upside the head with an emotional baseball bat, you’re unable to fight back with the metaphorical pool noodle you have in response.

Your phone buzzes on the pillow next to you, and you groan, opening your eyes blearily and sitting up. Afternoon light is streaming in through the blinds, and you squint at your phone screen. You have a myriad of messages, but you only care about one: a message from your boyfriend, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, the cheerful, firecracker of a man that barreled his way into your heart and made a home nestled between your ribs. You love him with everything you have, but even speaking to him has taken more energy than you’ve had recently.

Johnny <;3: Mind if I stop by, bun? got something I think you’ll like.

Thankfully, Johnny has always been both understanding and accommodating of your mental health struggles and has never asked more of you than he thinks you can handle. Which is why, you think as you smooth out your hair in the bathroom mirror, he’s coming over to see you. You pull out your phone and fire off a quick text before heading to the bathroom.

You: I’ll meet you at the door :)

By the time you’ve put on your least dirty pair of pajamas and brushed your teeth, there’s an excited knock at your apartment door. Knowing you must look a mess, you aren’t quite thrilled to open it, but all reservations melt away as soon as Soap sets the groceries he was holding down and sweeps you up in his arms with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Olivia,” he murmurs, practically lifting you off the ground with the force of his hug. “Missed holdin’ you, love.”

“Missed you too, Johnny”, you mumble into his strong chest, feeling the muscles under his shirt. Yes, you were being squeezed quite tightly, but you most certainly didn’t mind it. It was nice to be surrounded by him again.

As he sets you down, you notice he’s holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his arms. You can’t help but smile at the sweet and romantic gesture, but before you know it hot tears are rolling down your face. Johnny’s brow furrows in worry, and he softly lifts your chin up to wipe your tears. “Shh, shh, bun,” he whispers, wiping your tears with his thumbs before holding you close. “S’okay, I’m here now, yeah? Yer not alone now. Never have been.”

At that, you cry harder, dampening his shirt with your tears, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind. He lets you sob into his chest, rocking you gently back and forth in the doorway of your apartment until your sobs die to sniffles and shaky breaths. Once he’s sure you’re calm, he doesn’t hesitate before picking you up with ease and carrying you into the kitchen.

“Alright, love,” he declares, a determined glint in his eye. “First order of business? Getting some food in you.”

There’s no room for protest as he sets you down on the counter before turning to the stove. You begin to protest, opening your mouth to speak phrases like you really don’t have to and that’s too much, but the words die on your lips as he raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you dare, Olivia,” he teases. “I know you’ve been too unwell to cook.”

At that, you don’t offer anything but a sheepish smile and a shrug, and he grins. “Thought so, hen,” he says as he turns back to the stove and begins cracking the eggs he brought.

You watch as he assembles what appears to be the most perfect breakfast out of all breakfasts, complete with eggs, bacon, and waffles (admittedly, the waffles are toaster brand – while an amazing boyfriend, Soap does not have the ability to make batter from scratch). Handing you a plate and leaning next to you on the counter, he takes a big bite of the eggs. “What do you think?”

You mirror his actions, taking your own bite. Your stomach grumbles in appreciation, delighted at the first taste of real food, and you smile at him, your eyes showing a light in them he hasn’t seen for weeks. “They’re amazing, Johnny. Thank you,” you say, kissing his cheek lovingly in response.

As the both of you finish your breakfast together, you feel the dark cloud that has been surrounding you over the past few weeks slowly lift. By the time breakfast is cleaned up, you’re feeling a lot better than you had been. The flowers are freshly trimmed and put in a vase on the table, and they bring color to the apartment that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Soap gently coaxes you into the shower, and while you scrub the past few weeks’ tension from your body, he does a load of laundry and strips the sheets off your bed. By the time you emerge from your sauna-like bathroom, your pajamas are in the dryer and your bed is made with new sheets, blankets and stuffed animals folded and arranged with military precision.

As you sit with your back to his chest, Johnny gently brushing the tangles out of your curls and massaging your scalp all at once, he murmurs your nickname. “Bunny?” He asks.

“Hm?” You turn your head to look at him, the light of your bedroom lamp reflected on his face.

“I know that you don’t like asking for help. And yer so strong and kind and smart, you don’t always need to. But don’t ever feel like you can’t rely on me, okay?” He cradles your face in his warm hands, sincerity reflected in his bright blue eyes. “When your brain is lying to you, I want to be here to tell you the truth.”

At that, you can’t stop the tears from spilling over again, but unlike before, Johnny is here to hold you close in his arms, running his hands soothingly down your back and murmuring kindness into your ears. Unlike before, your bed is no longer empty, and your brain is no longer full of negative self-talk and racing thoughts. Johnny surrounds you like the warm blankets in your shared bed, his scent enveloping you and lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

You’re just barely drifting off when you feel him kiss your temple tenderly and whisper softly in your ear: “I love you, Olivia.” And then you fall asleep.

#ram writes #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #cod modern warfare ii #cod mwii x reader #cod mwii x reader fluff #tw depression #tw crying #i promise everything will be okay <3

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itsrorysstuff · 5 months

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I got my first ask!! Somebody asked for tattoo artist!julien x reader, so that’s what I did. I hope you like it 😘 the diehard Swiftie in me rly shows here.

Happy birthday

Today was my twenty-second birthday, i figured it was time to get my first tattoo. I had made my way into a tattoo parlor in Los Angeles, seeing a light haired girl at the counter.

“Hey, how can I help you?” She asked as I approached the front counter

“I was hoping to get a tattoo!” I answered

“Well you came to the right place” she laughed then kept going “what were you looking to have done?” I took out my phone and showed her a picture of the tattoo I wanted, a tattoo that that “If you never bleed you’re never gonna grow” In (swooping sloping) cursive letters, it was a line from my favorite Taylor Swift song.

“That’s a cool tattoo. I’m a huge Swiftie too! It shouldn’t take too long, we could definitely get you in today. Let me go ask Julien if she’s free right now” she said as she walked away. Soon, a brown eyed girl came out, covered in tattoos, and smiled at me.

“You’re the one who wants the Taylor Swift tattoo?” She questioned and I nodded

“I’m Julien, I’ll be doing your tattoo for you. And you are?” She puts her hands out for me to shake “Hi, I’m y/n.” I gladly shake her hand, gosh this woman’s attractive. I’m mesmerized.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Can I just see your drivers license before we get started?” I nodded and got my license out of my purse and handed to her. She scanned it before saying “happy birthday!”

“Oh thank you so much” I smiled and laughed a little, she smiled back and it made me a blushing mess. “Ready to get started?” She asked “yeah” I answered and she started to lead me to the back, opening the door to her studio. “Wow it’s really nice in here” I said. The walls had beautiful art on it, and there were plants decorating the room. She smiled again “thank you. Come sit.” She pat the chair in front of her rolling one, I walked over and sat down. “So where are you wanting this tattoo?”she asked “I was thinking right under my breast” she looked back at my eyes. “Okay great, let’s get started. Did you wanna lift up your shirt or yknow take it off?”

“I could take it off” I smiled “okay” I took my shirt and bra off “are you nervous?” Julien asked “yeah very nervous actually” I giggled nervously “don’t be, I’ll talk to you and it’ll distract you. Or at least it does others. Lie back for me.” She said and I did as I was told, and then she gets to work, she put her needle on me and I cringed and whined a little “shh..shh..it’s okay. Tell me about you, y/n. Who do you listen to besides Taylor Swift?”

I tried to center myself and respond “I uh..uhm I-I like Conan gray and Olivia Rodrigo and uhm Sabrina Carpenter. I also really like older rock stuff like uh…Uhmmmm Nirvana and Pearl Jam and nine inch nails.” I responded hoping I didn’t stutter too much “that’s cool, I like them too. You know hardy?” She asked and she worked “yeah, yeah I went to his concert a couple weeks ago.” I responded “oh so did I! Small world. What do you do for a living?” She asked “uhm well right now I’m working for a local newspaper while I finish up my senior year of college but uh I’m working on becoming a musician.” I responded “that’s really nice, I’m in my senior year too. I also make music, I preform at that coffee shop around the corner, Amelias, on Saturday mornings, you should come see me.” She said…oh my god was she asking me out? “Yeah..yeah maybe I will.” I respond “you should…okay it looks like we’re done here.” She says, then puts the plastic over my tattoo and hands me my clothes. I put my clothes back on “it was really nice meeting you.” I said “yeah, the feelings mutual” she said and I left, going to the front desk to pay and then exiting. As I’m going out to my car I hear someone yelling after me “y/n!! Y/n wait!!” It was julien running after me, I stopped and turned around as she approached me “Julien?” I asked “you forgot your phone, must’ve fallen out of your bag.” She said, handing it back to me “thank you so much!” I said “No problem” she responded and walked back in. My phone case had a sticky note on it that read

“Please come see me on Saturday, and please text me

771-777-875

-Julien <3 “

Oh my god. She really was asking me out. I got into my car and texted the number immediately

“I definitely will be seeing you Saturday.”

“It’s y/n, by the way”

she responded

“Yeah I got that , lol. Happy birthday, pretty girl.”

I hope y’all liked it ❤️‍🩹

Edit: let me know if you want a part 2…I also have something written for tattoo artist!julien in an established relationship if you want that too ✏️

ANOTHER IMPORTANT EDIT: if you want crew!reader x Julien go check out mama g! @gingerjolover

#julien baker fluff #julien baker fanfic #julien baker x reader

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dre6ming · 3 months

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A ménage a trois

Pairing: Austin butler x fem reader x Olivia Dejonge

Plot: none, mostly filth

Warning: smut 18+, threesome

A/n: wrote this a while back and didn’t post cause it felt like too much, like I was violating Austin and Olivia and so I held back on it. But I’ve been gone for months and thought to post it. I asked and you guys said that you wanted it, so here you go. It’s not proof read so edited or anything.

Masterlist

No matter how many times I come to set, I never get bored of watching Olivia work. She is so dedicated to making justice by the person she has to play, you can see it in every detail of her performance, though she'll tell you otherwise if you ask her. I love to see her so driven, but it breaks my heart that she puts so much pressure of herself. Yes playing Priscilla Presley brings certain expectations from people, but still there's only so much pressure one can take before breaking. And today seems like the day for Olivia.

They are filming the scene of Priscilla leaving Elvis, she told me how nervous this scene made her. It's a sad moment in the lives of both Priscilla and Elvis, so she wants to embody her perfectly. Olivia wants to be vulnerable, while playing strong, she wants to be angry, while fear of the unknown drowns her. Being the talented woman that she is it only takes he a few takes to get it right. There's no problem with that. The problem is that when she 'exits Graceland' the last time, when Baz screams cut, instead of going back to herself, she lets out a cry and falls to her knees.

Rushing to her side, I hug her tightly, holding her trembling frame in my embrace. I lift a hand up to signal to the rest of the cast and crew that it's fine. "Shh baby, let's go get this make up off and bring my sweet Livy back." She nods her head through the constant sobbing. I help her get up from the ground and walk her to the make up station. She keeps crying softly while the makeup crew works on taking everything off. As soon as they are done, I thank them and take her by the hand. On the way to her trailer, the sobbing stoped, but tears keep falling out of her eyes and rolling down her puffy cheeks.

Inside the trailer I make her sit on the bed and I start undressing her, careful to put her clothes on the hanger and in the bag the costume department provided. She's now just in her underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed. I come to sit in between her legs, running my hands up and down her arm. "You ok baby?" She nods bringing her lips to my face and pulling me towards her. The kiss we share tells me everything about how she's feeling now. It physically hurts me to know she's hurting. Her hands get tangled in my hair, deepening the kiss.

When we break apart to catch our breath, her lips keep kissing all over my face. I hug her waist and she sighs in delight. Her legs hug my hips and I bring my lips back to hers, catching her in a hungry and lustful kiss. Pulling back to look at her face, Olivia still looks like she hanging on all those emotions form the scene, but her pupils are blown wide, lust clear on her face. I smile at her and she answers with a timid one, throwing her head back to let out a sigh. "Please!" She says as she grabs one of her breasts through her bra, kneading it in her small hand. My hands move up her back, until they reach the bra clasp, undoing it. The garment falls off her shoulders and I throw it somewhere in the trailer. I kiss her neck, alternating between kissing, biting and licking. She's a mess in my arms, arching her back and letting out noise that go straight to my core, making the wetness grow in my panties.

I move down, taking a breast in my mouth, sucking and grazing my teeth on the tender skin. "(Y/n) ahh so good, please, please, don't stop" detaching my mouth from her breast, I grab both of them in my hands, twisting the nipples in between my fingers. "Wouldn't dream about it, my sweet Livy!" I say. Her hips move against mine, trying to get some much needed release. Still playing with Olivia's nipples, I start kissing my way down her torso. At the hem of her panties I leave small red marks, then I go to lick a strip up her pussy over the soft cotton of her underwear. Her hips grind against my face, but I pull back to tease her a bit. "More, please!" She's breathless, she looks so beautiful, cheeks red, lips plump and nipples hard. God I love her.

Hooking my fingers in her panties I move them down her legs, finally exposing her to me. Olivia lays on her back, playing with her breast, spreading her legs and bending her knees. "Such a good girl, touch yourself while I undress, do it for me honey." She nods and a trembling hand goes to her clit, slowly drawing circles. Her moans fill the small space and cause me to rub my thighs together. I quickly dispose of my thin dress and the annoyingly wet panties. Kneeling in front of her pussy, I blow on it, making her shiver. She takes her hand away and I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting her.

Before I get to my goal, the door to the trailer swings open. I jump up and turn to look at who dared to come in without knocking. Austin is frozen in place for a moment, taking in the scene happening before his eyes. Olivia throws a bed sheet over my shoulder, covering the both of us. "Um, shit, I'm so sorry... uh I just wanted to see if she's ok.. sorry" he says, a blush creeping up on his face. He's not showing any signs of leaving and an idea comes to me. I look back at Olivia and she looks mortified, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Close the door Austin and come here" I can feel Olivia tensing behind me and Austin's eyes go wide as he sits frozen in place. "Now, big boy, or leave, your choice" I turn back to Olivia and mouth 'trust me' to her. She nods her head as one of my hands goes between her legs. "God you're so wet, baby." I moan circling her clit. She can't help or whimpers coming out of her mouth as her eyes close. I push her back down on the bed, the sheet covering is falling down. I hear the door closing, but I didn't hear Austin move so I assume he's still here, watching. "Tell me Austin, do you know how to eat a girl out?" I ask, toying with Olivia's pussy. I don't get a response, so I look over my shoulder. I smile, he's here, stuck in the doorway, dark eyes watching us. "Baby would you be ok with Austin eating me out?" I ask Olivia and she moves her hips against my hand, begging me to do more. "Yes, yes, anything, please!" I take my hand away from her and she whines at the loss of contact.

Turning over to Austin, I walk up to him. I can feel Olivia's eyes watching me closely. "Here is how is going to go, Austin. The three of us are going to have a good time, make my girl forget about the sad scene and then go on just as before. Can you do that?" I ask, he gives it a thought and then nods. "Yes, of course." I lift his shirt over his head, walking a confident hand down to the hem of his pants. My fingers dance over the soft skin there. I watch the muscles contract in response. Cupping his erection, through his pants with one hand, I squeeze him a couple of times, as my other hand works on opening his pants. Austin grabs my shoulders and throws his head back moaning. When I finally open his jeans, I kneel down taking them off along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and leaking precum. Standing up I take him in my hand, swirling around the tip to gather some sleek, then give him a few pumps. "Fuck." He starts to thrust in my hand and I step back. He opens his eyes confused.

I smirk at him and get up on the bed. "Remember the question I asked, pretty boy?" He nods and walks forward. I lay down on the bed, placing my head on the pillows. "Come sit on my face Livy, Austin is going to be a god boy and eat me out. If you do a good job, you get rewarded Austin" I say as Olivia comes up, straddling my face. I pat her thigh and she understands to turn around so she can watch Austin work. I grab her hips and lower her on my face. "Fuck!" She falls forward bracing herself on her arms. Olivia starts to grind against my face and I moan into her.

The bed dips with Austin's weight. His hands spread my legs and he licks a strip up my pussy. I arch my back, but one of his strong hands lays on my belly and keeps me glued to the bed. I moan as he focuses on my clit, sucking and licking, one finger circling my entrance. I squeeze around nothing and whine into Olivia's pussy. "Fuck, (y/n)" I move my face side to side, slurping on her juices as she rides my face. Austin pushes two fingers inside me, curling them upward and plumping them in and out. The coil in my belly grows and it's ready to burst. His calloused hand moves up and kneads one of my breasts. I scream into Olivia's pussy and that sends her over the edge, trembling on top of me, as my body shakes under her, with the force of my own orgasm.

I smack her bum and she gets off of me, shaking still. Austin has a big grin plastered on his face and normally I'd do anything to make it disappear, but he's earned it. "Did I do good?" He ask, he's so coy, he knows he did good. I giggle and I shake my head. Grabbing Olivia by the waist I make her lay down on her back. I get on top of her, scissoring her, moaning when our wet pussies touch. "Shit" she says. I throw my head back in pleasure. "Have you seen girls scissor before Austin?" I ask looking at him. He moans watching me start to slowly grind down on Olivia. "Not in real life, no" he admits. I smile at him and motion for him to come. "I'll suck your cock, while I grind my pussy against my girlfriend's. Reward for being so good." Austin closes his eyes, passing a hand through his dark hair.

I start to grind on Olivia, opening my mouth for him. He doesn't need being told twice as he confidently starts fucking into my mouth. Olivia is being so loud, making me three times wetter. Closing my eyes I moan around Austin and I can already feel him twitch. He's close, so am I and by the way Olivia moves herself against me, she's not far behind. After a few more thrusts in my mouth and a couple of squeezes to his balls, Austin stills in my mouth and twitching he cums. Groaning loudly, playing with my nipples. I cum shaking and Olivia follows suit, releasing the sweetest noises.

Austin pulls out of my mouth and collapses on Olivia's right side. I fall on the bed to her left and hug her close to me. She buries her head in the crook of my neck and falls asleep almost immediately, exhausted from everything. I look over at Austin, who's just laying on his back, looking at the ceiling, not really believing what just happened. I brush his shoulder and he looks at me. "Thank you!" I say and he nods. He gets up to take the bed sheet from the ground and coming back in bed he covers the three of us.

We stay like that until Olivia's little snores, lull us to sleep as well. We'll deal with the mess of what we just did, later.

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puppie-b0y · 2 months

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"Why?"

HI GUYS, THIS IS MY FIRST CHARLIE WALKER FIC!!!! Uhhhh this idea is from @randyssister [thank you so much, I'm so in love with this man]

Summary - Instead of Kirby finding Charlie on the porch, you did. And it didn't turn out the way you'd hoped.

Warnings: Mentions of knives, blood and y'know... murder

The porch light turned on and you finally saw Charlie again. He was taped to a chair, his mouth covered. He gave you pleading eyes and let out muffled screams as you watched him.

You knew how much you were risking going out there. You knew there was a big chance it'd be the last thing you'd ever do. Still, you opened the door, not being able to watch him terrified and begging for help. You ran over to him and immediately started unwrapping the tape from his wrists.

As you took the tape off his mouth, he thanked you. "Thank you! Thank you thank you!" He stood up quickly and hugged you. You tightly hugged him back. "Hey, y/n?" He said. You moved back a bit to look him in the eyes, keeping your arm draped over on of his shoulders, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

He plunged a knife into the side of your stomach, letting you hold your arm around his neck as you tried to stabilize yourself. "Fuck!" You screamed. You looked down at your stomach then back at him. "Wh- wha- why?" He look at you sympathetically, "Don't worry sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong, this is just what had to happen." You started to cry. Why would he do this? Why is he doing this to you?

"Shh, I know, I know, it hurts." He stroked the back of your head gently, trying to comfort you, "Take your time." He tilted his head down a bit and looked you in the eyes with a small smile "It doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies, huh?"

"Asshole. I loved you." You looked at him with hate and sadness. He despised that look coming from you. He furrowed his eyebrows "C'mon, don't be like that. I'm just having a bit of fun." He pulled the knife out, making you scream again. He quickly threw the knife to the ground and caught you before you fell. You leaned all your weight against him, trying not to hit the ground.

He hugged his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours. "Just be good, let this happen..." You tried to catch your breathe, trying to rationalize the situation. "There you go, just let it happen. You'll be okay." As your eyes closed, you felt him gently drop you to the ground. "There you go, good~ It'll be over soon."

You opened your eyes one last time and looked at him, taking a deep breath in "Fuck you." He softly smiled once again "Oh c'mon, you know the rules. The dumb, pretty one can't survive in a horror movie. Just be thankful I was gentle with you, unlike with Olivia." He scoffed.

You wanted to answer. To yell, to cry, to fight for your life. But it was too late and you knew it. A warm feeling surrounds you and your eyes close. The last thing you hear is a faint "I love you, y/n" before going unconscious.

That asshole.

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Loss & Grief

James Wilson x Female Reader

Summary: The head of the Department of Pediatrics loses a young patient and Wilson helps her cope.

TW: Pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort, grief, patient death, mentions of heart problems.

Doctor L/N sat silently on the couch in her office as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lab coat had been abandoned on the cushion beside her and she was still wearing her pink surgical scrubs. L/N stared across her office blankly, feeling both devastated and guilty as she ran over the events in her head.

Doctor L/N had lost a patient during open heart surgery. Her name was Olivia and she had been diagnosed with a Complete Atrioventricular Canal heart defect at two weeks old. A large hole was present in the center of Olivia's heart that affected the area where all four chambers would normally be divided. A surgery was attempted when she was four weeks old, but the defect was too complex to repair in infancy. A temporary operation had been preformed to relieve her symptoms until they could re-attempt when she was older. Olivia had just turned two when Doctor L/N and the cardiac surgeon decided it was time to fix the defect. Doctor L/N had scrubbed in on the surgery and everything seemed to be going fine before the girl flatlined on the table.

The team worked to revive her for over an hour before time of death was called.

Doctor L/N notified the parents, watching them fall apart as their grief washed over them. She provided as much comfort as one possibly could to parents who had just lost their only child, sitting with them for as long as they needed her to. The mother had hugged her, thanking her for everything she had done for their daughter.

Doctor L/N had experienced the loss of a patient before, but it never got any easier. L/N barely managed to keep her own emotions in check as she made her way through the hallways towards her office. The sun had set and L/N hadn't even bothered to turn on the light before slumping down on the couch.

She broke down, completely dissolving into gut-wrenching sobs that left her breathless. Doctor L/N cried until her throat ached and her lungs burned, muscles trembling as she sniffled softly. A gentle knock sounded on the door, but L/N couldn't bring herself to speak without crying again.

The door opened, "Y/N, are you in here?" Wilson asked softly, peering into the dark room. He turned the light on, dark brown eyes quickly finding her on the couch. Wilson stepped into her office, closing the door and making his way over to her.

L/N felt her eyes gloss over with tears again as he sat down beside her, "I'm sorry... I know how hard it is to lose a patient," He said softly.

Her lip trembled, "She was so young," L/N mumbled as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You did everything that you could for her," Wilson said, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his chest gently. Her body shook as she sobbed, arms sliding around his waist as she curled into him.

Wilson pressed a kiss to the top of her head as his hand rubbed over her back reassuringly, "You're gonna be okay," He murmured.

Doctor L/N had the biggest heart of anyone Wilson had ever met. She treated her patients like family and took it incredibly hard when she lost someone. L/N would blame herself for months, overthinking every decision she'd made and wondering what she could have done to change the outcome.

Wilson slid his arm underneath her knees, pulling her body into his lap and holding her close. Her breath stuttered in her chest as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, you're okay, I'm here," He said softly.

...

Wilson held L/N on the couch in her office until the sun had started to rise, the sky only just beginning to show the faintest bit of light. She was quiet, sniffling softly every few minutes. The soft sounds of Wilson's heartbeat and his even breathing calmed her down greatly.

Everything about James calmed her down.

"H-how did you know?" She mumbled.

"Know what?" Wilson asked with a confused frown.

"I-That I lost her," L/N said.

Wilson sighed, his hand rubbing over her back gently, "I knew about the operation and I was looking for you after. One of the nurses told me that she saw you, but you seemed upset... I put two and two together," He said.

"I should be better at handling it by now," She mumbled, fingers toying with the material of his tie.

"No, you're grieving a loss... You invest in your patients and care about their recovery. It makes you a good doctor, but it can also make loss difficult to cope with," He said.

She let out a defeated huff, snuggling closer to him. The smell of his cologne was comforting, it lingered on every piece of clothing he wore and had quickly become L/N's favorite scent.

"Do you want me to take you home? You can get some rest and I'll make you breakfast," Wilson offered.

"I've kept you up all night long," She said.

"What's a few more hours?" Wilson smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead gently.

Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, letting out a soft exhale, "What would you make me for breakfast?" She asked, opening her eyes.

"Pancakes and bacon," He offered.

"With chocolate chips?" She asked, he smiled.

"If you'd like," Wilson said, his hand resting on her thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Doctor L/N lifted her head from his shoulder, Wilson raised his hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks gently with the pad of his thumb.

"I love you," L/N said softly.

Wilson smiled, hand cradling her cheek as he brought his lips to her's in a gentle kiss, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against her's.

"I love you too," Wilson replied.

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neverbesokind · 8 months

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Writing this was so insanely therapeutic lol

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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15: Mercy

A/N: Picture below for reference. Sexual content.

I had the absolute worst headache, my eyes felt like someone had thrown sand in them, and my stomach was somersaulting. I tried my best to settle my stomach by focusing on the calming scent and warmth of Noah's body around mine, but my mind kept replaying blips of last night—that made my anxiety spike, which in turn made my nausea worse.

I was so afraid of addressing the events of last night, unsure of how he really felt about it. Even though he apologized for yelling at me, I wasn't entirely convinced he still wasn't upset, I had never seen him so angry before. I was ashamed of myself for bringing that out of him with my actions.

I eventually decided to lift my face from his chest to look at him, and those feelings of guilt began to dwindle when I met his gaze. The sun melted his eyes into a pool of chocolate swirling with caramel, just as soft and sweet as he is. Those eyes paired with the delicate curl of his lips made my heart swell; I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Good morning," he murmurs, brushing a piece of hair out of my face to kiss my forehead. "Morning," I croaked, my throat as dry as my eyes felt. "What time is it?" I asked after clearing my throat. He shrugs his shoulder as he continues running his hand through my hair. "Does it matter?" I hummed at the sensation. "No, I guess not," I say with a chuckle. "I could stay here all day, honestly." "Well, we could make that happen," he ponders. "How are you feeling?" "Not great. Nauseous, splitting headache, regrets from last night." He gives me a sympathetic smile, still soothing me by playing with my hair. "Shh, let's not talk about that right now. Let's focus on making you feel better and get some food and water in you." I groaned and shoved my face back in his chest, holding him tight to me. "I don't wanna get up," I whine. He chuckles as he rubs the back of my head. "I'll bring you breakfast in bed, how's that sound?" "I'm not hungry," I lied, not wanting him to leave the bed. "Olivia, you're being a pain in the ass. You know that?" He laughs.

I found myself giggling knowing that he was right and released my hold on him. He gives me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed to stretch, promptly making his way out to the kitchen. I took the time to check my phone, seeing I had a voicemail from an unknown number. I put the phone to my ear after pressing play, only to laugh after the first two words: "You bitch."

I knew immediately that it was Victoria calling from the hospital, a huge wave of relief washing over me. I then pushed myself into a sitting position as I continued listening. "I can't believe you're not ripping someone's head off to be here with me! Kidding, only kidding. Ow, fuck!" I hear someone else's voice in the background, possibly a nurse. "These bitches are not gentle and super invasive, Liv. Don't get hit by a car. 10/10, would not recommend. Anyway, stop fucking Noah for like a minute and come see me. I was in your life first—you hear that, Noah?! I was hers first! Ugh, fuck, sorry, gotta go bye."

When the voice message ended, I couldn't help the laughter erupting from me, even if it made my headache worse. She was so high on whatever meds they were giving her, she had even less of a filter than usual. For that, I was extremely grateful; I'll take her profanities over her being dead any day.

When Noah returned, he handed me a glass of water and a plate of toast along with two Advil's. "I know it's not much, but I don't think eating anything heavier than that would be a good idea," he explains, taking a seat next to me. I shook my head in dismissal, "No, this is perfect, thank you." I took the medicine first and drank half the water before turning my attention back to his empty hands. "Nothing for you?" "Nah, didn't want the smell of whatever I made for myself to make you sick. I'd prefer not to clean up vomit from my sheets," he says with a wink. I rolled my eyes before taking a bite of the toast, savoring the light spread of peanut butter he slapped on it.

"Oh, I got a call from Vic," I say with my mouth still full. I watched his brows rise in surprise, "Really? How's she doing?" I snort as I remembered the voicemail. "I think she's okay, but definitely high as a kite. She told me to come visit her." "That's great! Did she say when?" I shoved the last bit of toast in my mouth, shaking my head 'no'. He eyes the now empty plate, giving me a playful smirk. "I thought you weren't hungry." I gulped down the rest of the water, washing down the peanut butter that was sticking to the roof of my mouth. "I'm not, I just ate." I try my best to stifle a chuckle. "Smart ass."

After my hangover mostly dissipated, Noah and I made our way up to the hospital to visit Vic. She looked terrible; her head was bandaged and pretty mangled from hitting the windshield and her left leg was suspended and in a cast. She had minor bumps and bruises scattered over her body, but other than those things, she was alive and well for the most part.

"You look like Hell," I say to her when I walked in, smirking. She gives me a lazy grin, "Yeah, could say the same about you." Noah laughs at her comeback while I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Anyway, how are you feeling?" "Gooood," she giggles, clearly hopped up on morphine. "Doc says I have a pretty bad concussion, a broken tibia...or was it a fibula?" She scrunches her lips trying to jog her memory. "Whatever, broken leg. Oh, and a few cracked ribs. Looks like God had mercy for me." I cringed, "I'm so sorry, Vic. I tried to get here sooner but they wouldn't let me in—" She waves me off, "Pffft, I know the real reason, Liv. Y'all were too busy screwing." "Victoria," I scolded her, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "That is not the case at all!" Noah winks at me with an amused grin while Vic cackles, which made my skin burn even more.

We stayed in her room for a little while to keep her company and took in the information from the doctor when he stepped in. Vic has to stay in the hospital for a few days just to be sure that there weren't any underlying issues. I volunteered to be her primary caretaker once she was to be discharged for the time being until someone in her family was able to come out and help. It was going to be a couple months until she was back on her feet, but that's what best friends are for.

Taking care of Vic the last few weeks was exhausting, but it was a commitment that I intended to keep. Thankfully, I still had vacation time accrued and was able to use that to stay and look after her until Ricky was able to take over for me. As much as I loved her, I was so relieved to be able to take a night to myself and sleep in my own bed for once. I gave Ricky the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek when I saw him to show my gratitude. I stayed for a little bit to catch up with him and fill him in on the details before I called it a day and headed home.

The first thing that I did when I got home was run a bath. After dropping a bathbomb in, I settled into the water, the warmth immediately lulling me into a relaxed state. I watched the bomb fizz, mesmerized by the blue and red swirls that expelled from it, morphing into a cloud of purple. As I relished the aroma of patchouli and vanilla, I found myself dragging my fingers through the suds, making different designs aimlessly. I never thought that I could enjoy taking baths more than I already do, but now that I could see color, it made it that much more enjoyable.

After soaking until I was basically a prune, I threw a bathrobe on and made my way back to my bedroom. Picking up my phone, I noticed the text I had from Noah.

Noah: have you been relieved from your duty? I chuckled. Me: Indeed. Just got out from taking a bath. He sends me a winking face, which made me roll my eyes. Noah: perfect, put something on that makes you feel good. i'll see you in an hour Me: Wait, what?

After waiting five minutes for a reply I never got, I realized that the clock was ticking and flipped through my closet to find something that 'made me feel good'. Noting it was still fairly warm out, I decided on a black halter top that hugs my chest but flows out comfortably down my midsection. I paired it with black and grey plaid jeans before stepping in front of the mirror to give it a look over.

Satisfied, I put on a light amount of makeup and scrunched up my hair, drying and styling my bangs. Not knowing what he had in mind, I kept everything minimal. When I threw on a pair of shoes, he texted me to let me know he was here. I grabbed my purse and headed out to his car.

"Sooo what are we doing?" I asked once I was situated. "Pick a restaurant, anywhere you wanna go," he replies, giving me a soft smile. I scrunched my brows in curiosity, hesitantly picking Longhorn's. "Longhorn's it is, but first..." he reaches into the side pocket of his door and brandishes the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen. I took it between my index finger and thumb, twirling it around to admire the crisp, blooming red petals; it was picture-perfect. "What's this for?" I asked, bringing it to my nose to breathe in its scent. He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips. "Just because."

I grin and bring my leg onto the seat to turn my body towards him. "I don't believe you, but it's beautiful. Thank you," I cup his cheek and lean in to give him a kiss. "Alright, now spill it," I tell him once I break away from him. He chuckles, "Okay, okay. I saw the red and remembered that it's your favorite color and decided to grab it, that's it." I felt a blush crawl across my face, "Aw, that's really sweet of you. You're such a dweeb," I say with a giggle. "I was hoping that I could be your dweeb," he gives me a bashful smile, scratching the back of his head. I smirk, "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" "I uh... I-if that's alright with you," he stammers nervously, a blush forming on his face. "Relax," I reassure him, placing a hand on his cheek again. "I'd love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

He smiled ear to ear, his eyes crinkling in the outer corners with happiness sparkling in them. The pure joy in him made my heart swell with adoration.

When Noah told me to order anything and everything that I wanted for dinner regardless of the price, I was a little suspicious. Upon walking into his bedroom, that feeling multiplied as I took in my surroundings. The LED lights he had were set to red, the glow rising from behind his headboard. After he finished going around his room, I saw that he lit a few red candles and even had a little bowl of Dove chocolates on his nightstand—wrapped in red. Shocking.

He makes his way back over to me, placing his hands on my hips and gives me the kindest smile. I locked my hands behind his neck as he pulled me closer to him, planting his lips on mine. Closing my eyes, I melted into his hold, completely enticed by his touch. After a moment, he breaks away from me and puts his forehead to mine, leaving me breathless as I got lost in his gaze.

"What is all this?" I asked, barely audible. "How many days has it been since Vic's accident?" he counters with his own question. I pull my face away from him, shaking my head with confusion. "I don't know, like... three weeks, give or take." "29 days," he corrects me. I chuckled, "Okay, I'm lost. What does that have to do with anything?" "It means you've been sober for 28 days—a whole month. This is in celebration of you, Olivia."

I thought back to the very first day I visited her in the hospital to now, and he was right. I had been so caught up in taking care of her, I didn't even have time to hit a store to buy any booze, being by her side for most of the day. I gasped in realization, tears of joy welling up from him going above and beyond for something so simple.

"Noah, I-I can't believe this," I stammer, trying to hold back a cry. "This is so unnecessary." He wipes away the tears that escaped and rolled down my cheeks, shaking his head, "No, it's necessary. You've done an amazing job taking care of her, which isn't exactly a walk in the park. I'm so proud of you for not having a single drink this entire time." My lips trembled as I absorbed his words, shedding more tears. "Why do all this, though? I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you." He shakes his head, "Nope, stop that. I love you, and you deserve it. End of discussion," he says with a chuckle.

He cups my face with both hands and kisses me before I could deny his statement. I lean into him as he places his hands on my hips again, tangling my fingers into his hair as he deepens our kiss. He begins to walk me backwards, gently laying me down on his bed as our tongues danced around one another. He groans into my mouth, pulling away slightly to trail his lips down my jaw until he reached a spot below my ear that sends a tingle down my spine.

I sigh in pleasure as he delicately nibbles on my skin, one of my hands digging into his scalp as the other gripped his back. He starts to chuckle against my neck, his breath tickling my ear. "Do you want me to stop?" His voice was low, seductive. "No," I whispered after I contemplated in my head for a moment as my heart pounded with anticipation. "Okay," he murmurs, resuming the attack on my neck as he slips a hand under my shirt and trails his fingers slowly up my side.

His large hand palms my breast, his thumb rolling over my now pert nipple, forcing a moan from me. His lips sink lower, down my neck and across my chest before settling between my breasts, blocked by my top. I lift my head up to pull the straps down for him, earning a soft smile in thanks as he pulls my shirt down and takes a nipple in his mouth. The way he leers up at me sends heat to the pit of my stomach alone, nevermind the sensation as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin.

I found myself arching my back, pushing my chest against him as he continued. I could feel his chuckle vibrate through me, still gazing up at me with those dark, mesmerizing eyes. I whimpered when he removed his mouth from me and stood up, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Panting, I sat up and removed my shirt completely before lifting myself on my knees to help him undress.

Once his shirt was open, I ran my hands up his stomach, admiring the ink that I've never seen before; I never expected his entire torso to be covered. I lightly trailed my fingers over his chest, tracing the flowers he had surrounding the couple tattooed in the center of his chest. He hums to the touch. Reaching his shoulders, I pushed his dress shirt off, having it land behind him in a heap. He smirks at me before he takes my face in his hands again, kissing me passionately as I worked on unbuckling his belt.

I fisted his length once his bottoms were off, earning a moan from him. I smirked with amusement when he pulled away and managed to remove my pants as well. He lays me back down, settling his upper body between my legs and kisses the inside of each thigh before reaching my center. I inhale sharply to the sensation of his tongue rolling around my clit and fist his hair, holding him to me.

He slips a finger inside of me, causing me to buck my hips into him. I felt his hot breath swirl around me as he laughed and added another finger inside me, thrusting and curling them in just the right way. "Fuck, Noah," I moaned out much too loud. I was beginning to burn, white hot coursing through me as he kept driving his fingers inside of me. My legs were beginning to shake as I neared my climax, grinding my hips against him as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. It was all over then—the coil that was winding up in me released as a string of moans escaped me, throwing my head back and gripping the sheets. My legs squeezed against his head as I became over stimulated, only to have him push them apart again as he drove out my orgasm with his tongue.

I was in tears by the time he stopped, trying my hardest to catch my breath. He picks his head up and leers at me, his lips glistening with my slick. He licks his lips before he settles his hips between my thighs, planting a hungry kiss to my mouth—I could taste myself as he slipped his tongue in.

In one swift movement, he slowly entered me, groaning into my mouth. I sighed as I adjusted to his girth, him slowly pulling out and sliding back in. "Fuck," he mumbles against my mouth then places his forehead on mine, gazing into my eyes. "You feel amazing." My brain short circuits as he says this, not knowing how to respond—I smiled bashfully.

He continues to slowly rock his hips into mine, taking the time to assess my comfortability before picking up his pace. I yelped when he hit that sweet spot again, having him continue that exact movement, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he knew what he was doing to me. He hikes my right leg up, placing it around his hip, sneaking a hand between us to play with my clit again. "Noah, I—" I fumble with my words, only being able to focus on what he was doing to me. He brings his mouth to my ear, his breath warm as he pants into it. "Come for me," he mumbles. "Again," he growls lowly, thrusting harder as he said it.

I whimpered, his command spinning around and around in my mind as he continued to rub against me, coaxing the second orgasm out of me. I found myself clawing his back as my body trembled underneath him, hearing him hiss as I let out another string of moans.

When I calmed down from my high, he readjusted, pulling my limp body into his lap. His thrusts slow in pace, becoming more sensual as he plants one hand at the small of my back to steady me. His other hand cups my cheek, bringing my face down to his, having our lips meet. He nips my bottom lip after a moment, earning his way back into my mouth with his tongue. As our tongues battled for dominance, I laced my fingers into his hair, holding him to me while I slowly rocked my hips in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against my lips, letting out a grunt. His movements became sloppy, sporadic as he crushes his lips to mine again, moaning against them as he spilled inside of me. He pants through his nose as he tapered off his thrusts, slowly laying me back down to the mattress, his lips still pressed to mine.

He slips out of me and collapses next to me, promptly rolling to his back to scoop me onto him. I laid my head on his chest and draped an arm over his side, listening to the rhythm of his pounding heart while he tried to slow his breathing. I closed my eyes as I felt him run his fingers through my hair, lulling me into complete relaxation. I couldn’t stop the smile from forming on my face, feeling so happy, so appreciated, so loved. It was incredible, almost unbelievable, what this man has made me feel in just a few short months, but my God, was I more than grateful for all that he has done.

He stretches his arm out to the side and brings it back seconds later, placing something in front of my face. I opened my eyes, seeing one of the Dove heart-shaped chocolates lying on his chest. I chuckled, picking my head up to look at him. He had a smug little smile on his face, his eyes glistening. “Here’s a little piece of my heart,” he states, letting out a tiny laugh. “You are such a dweeb,” I laugh and shake my head as I accepted the chocolate. “Your dweeb.” I grinned, scooting up to give him a quick kiss as I unwrapped the foil from the chocolate. “Mine. And I love him,” I tell him and plop the candy in my mouth.

|Chapter 16|

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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

❝ do you get deja vu, when she's with you? ❞

- deja vu, olivia rodrigo

Isabelle wore a wine red dress that was tight fitting on top and had a short flowy skirt- which concealed her gun easily.

She ordered some water's while Emily found a table, when she walked back she noticed Viper talking to Emily.

Isabelle walked to the table "Hi, Viper" Isabelle said flirtatiously, if Isabelle was an expert in anything it was playing men just like a violin.

"You promised if we met you on your turf, you'd show us something special." Emily smiled.

"Yeah, Viper, who gets pushed and who gets pulled tonight?" Isabelle asked and his eyes widened.

"Here let me show you." He spoke, attempting to re-gain his confidence, "You see, eye contact is a very powerful gauge."

"It's why you tend to look away from someone you're attracted to, because you know instinctively what a dead giveaway it is, but your brain goes there anyway, images, fantasies."

Isabelle laughed, "Don't flatter yourself."

"The eyes don't lie, they dilate, it's a chemical response, we can't control it."

After Isabelle's eyes didn't dilate whatsoever he moved to Emily, "Come on, do it, are you scared your eyes might dilate?" he teased.

"No, Paul, I'm baffled, I cannot figure out what the unsub could have learned from you." Emily said.

"What do you mean? He took my look, my words, everything that makes me successful to the opposite sex." He defended himself.

"Really? Because that guy can get beautiful women into his apartment." Emily provoked him even more.

"I wouldn't even let you on my facebook." Isabelle deadpans.

Emily Smiled, "Oh you have facebook? I'll follow you."

"Thanks-" Viper cut Isabelle off.

"Hey, hey, hey! I gave him-" "Shh" Isabelle cut him off. "Why'd you interrupt me? can you not stand the attention being on someone else for a second?"

"We've been watching all the women in the club and not one of them has looked at you, so who do you really go home with, Paul?" Isabelle asked in an innocent tone.

"Or- or do you go home alone?" Emily frowned, faking sadness.

"That was really good, ladies, that was really good, don't you think I know why you're here?" he asked.

"One of my students copies my moves, and you're here to get inside my mind, don't you see? I confronted my queen bee a long time ago." He raised his voice.

"What's a queen bee?" Isabelle furrowed her brows.

"You are." He exclaimed, pointing a finger at her.

"Every student who's ever taken my class has had one in his life, and the first exercise my students have to complete is to confront their queen bee."

"It could be the girl who cheated on you, the prom date who stood you up, you find them and you squash them." Emily and Isabelle shared a look before they walked toward the club's exit.

Isabelle saw Spencer talking to a bartender, she noticed him point to the women's ear and she grabbed a piece of paper from her hair.

Isabelle was pissed to say the least, not only was he flirting on the job but he was also using the same tactic he had used with her.

"Hey Em, I have to go to the bathroom really quick." she walked into the bathroom urgently.

Isabelle silently begged herself not to cry, she knew everyone would assume she's weak if she started crying.

Isabelle took a few deep breaths and left the bathroom, her and Emily exit the club to find Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, and Reid waiting for them.

Isabelle brushed passed Spencer, purposefully knocking her shoulder against his.

"What was that for?"

"You're fine, if it really hurts maybe you should go get your girlfriend to comfort you" Isabelle spit angrily and kept walking.

"Girlfriend?"

"Really Spencer? flirting on a case?" Isabelle turned to face him.

"You were too" he argued, Isabelle scoffed "Because that's what I was assigned to do."

"No, I could tell you actually like him, you we're actually flirting." He elaborated.

Isabelle just stared at him, 'is he being for real?' was all she could thin, "Spencer that was fake flirting."

"Really? cause it seemed real." He admitted, sounding hurt.

"God! you're such a hypocrite, are you hearing yourself? You're upset because I was 'flirting' with viper while you're giving a random bartender your number? with the same tactic you used on me might I add. Come on Spencer you have an eidetic memory and you're seriously forgetting how we met?" She shouted.

Spencer's eyes started to water, "No, but i'm still a little blurry on how we broke up, you said you wanted to break up then the next day you're gone, I mean did I even mean anything to you?"

Isabelle didn't want to have this conversation with him—ever, but especially not in front of her new coworkers, so she turned around and started walking toward the suv.

"Go fuck your self, Isa!" He shouted.

If anyone dared to speak to Isabelle the way Spencer was she would turn around punch them, shoot them, then bury them six feet under and never be caught, but since it was Spencer she didn't.

Isabelle just quietly got in the suv.

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