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ggukiepie · 9 months

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one of your girls (jungkook x reader) (part 1)

we don't gotta be in love, no i don't wanna be the one, no i just wanna be one of your girls tonight ~ i wanna take your light inside dim me down, snuff me out ~ give me tough love leave me with nothin' when i come down

pairing: fwb!jk x oc, brief jimin x oc

tags: smut, angst, a little bit of fluff (like teeny tiny)

warnings: two smut scenes, kissing, marking (hickeys), fingering, brief handjob, protected sex, slight dom!jk, sub!oc, praise, dirty talk, grinding, edging, oral (f. & m. receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia, spit kink, brief masturbation (m.), squirting, brief anal play, back shots, cum shot, multiple orgasms (you'll see), aftercare

word count: 5.8k

a/n: been in my feels lately i had to write it out lol; wrote this in one sitting my hands actually hurt omg; inspired by the song "one of your girls" (ik don't roast me idk why it's stuck in my head fml); if this gets taken down then bye bye i literally just wrote it here directly lmaooooo; anw enjoy !!!! part 2 / drabble i (flashback)

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You knew what you were getting yourself into the night you said yes to Jungkook. You knew you'd fall for him, be under his spell. You knew you'd end up getting hurt. You prepared yourself, you really did, yet you were still surprised when you woke up each morning and he wasn't beside you in bed. You felt your heart break a little bit more when you saw him with another girl, whether she'd be one of your friends or a complete stranger to you.

You tried to guard your heart. Reminded yourself to prepare for the worst. Forced yourself not to fall, not to be blindsided. I'm just having a little fun, you told yourself for the nth time.

jk: u busy tonight?

you: not really! just writing a paper that's due next week

That was sent hours ago and you mentally cringe at your reply. You always find yourself oversharing to Jungkook when you didn't even need to. You wanted to make it seem like your whole situationship was just casual. Like you didn't care. He rarely shared much about his personal life and so should you. But that hardly happened. You didn't want him to think that you cared, that you were clingy or waiting for him to text. You didn't even wait five minutes before replying and he hasn't even texted back.

You know what his text means. He wants to fuck and that's it. But he doesn't say it outright. No, never. He wants to make it seem like he cares, that he wants to know how your night is going. But he just wants to know if you're free to fuck and once you reply, he'll keep that as a reminder in the back of his mind, like he has a mental list of girls he can sort through at the end of the night when he's bored or when he wants to have a little bit of fun.

You know you're just one of his girls on his roster and you're fine with that. You're not his girlfriend and he's not your boyfriend. Though it does seem like that on some days, which is when you get the courage to not reply to his texts. When you try to shut him out and move on. He usually shows up outside your lecture hall with a cup of coffee in hand, bunny smile on his face as he waits for you to walk into the hallway. Like he's waiting for you, picking you up from class like a good and loving boyfriend.

It's all for show and it's only to get himself on your good side again. It works every time. You don't question yourself anymore. Jungkook likes the chase, likes the adrenaline of going after girls and trying to get them to fall for him, or sleep with him, or whatever. It's all the same to him.

You sigh again as you check your phone, hoping for a reply but knowing he won't text back. It's a Friday night and he's probably at some party. You go through your texts and open the conversation with your best friend.

jihyo: see u later! im picking u up so u better be ready >:(

You can't help but laugh at her insistence. Jihyo knows what you're going through since you tell her everything. You tell her you don't care though, that you're not looking for a relationship right now and your "thing" with Jungkook is just casual. But you know she sees right through your lies. It's even more obvious when you ghost all your friends and lock yourself in your apartment every night. She's trying to make you forget and move on and have some actual fun so you indulge her every time.

You get ready in less than an hour and actually put some effort into your appearance. You're not sure which party you're going to but you won't be surprised if Jungkook will be there as well. Maybe if you look hot enough he'll choose you tonight.

You hear a knock on your door and open it immediately, finding Jihyo laughing at something her boyfriend has just said. Most of the time you end up hanging out with her and Mingyu because she's always dragging you with her to keep you from being lonely. You don't mind it though because they're fun people to be with. Even though Mingyu is Jungkook's roommate and best friend. But Mingyu isn't anything like Jungkook. He looks at Jihyo like she's hung up the stars and moon. Loves her with all his heart and doesn't leave her second guessing. You always wonder why him and Jungkook are friends when they're so different.

Jihyo turns to smile at you, but it's still the lovestruck smile she gave Mingyu just seconds ago. You know you have the same kind of smile reserved for Jungkook. You wish you didn't but at the same time you're glad you do, like you have a part of yourself only Jungkook can see. Even though he doesn't do the same.

"You look so hot tonight!" she squeals as she pulls you in a hug. You laugh and roll your eyes, making eye contact with Mingyu as he nods his head in greeting. Jihyo steps back and grabs your hand, dragging you out your apartment so fast you barely have time to lock the door behind you. "Let's go before all the good drinks are gone."

It's a short but fun walk to the house where the party is being held. You find yourself laughing with Jihyo and Mingyu the whole time. They're the type of couple that doesn't make third wheeling a bore.

Loud music blares in your ears the moment you step inside. You feel your heels sticking to the floor. A typical frat house throwing a typical Friday night party. You immediately take shots with Jihyo and Mingyu. You need it to be able to survive the night since you already feel yourself tensing up at the possibility of Jungkook being in the same place as you.

You spot your other friends and hangout with them for the rest of the night. It's when you're playing beer pong with Jimin as your partner do you see Jungkook at the other side of the room. He's talking to some girl which is nothing new. It shouldn't phase you but it does. You thought you were going to be his pick for the night since he texted you a while ago.

You feel your heart fall at the sight of them, your chest physically hurting that you make Jimin throw the ball twice for the both of you since you can't focus. You feel all the fun and happiness slowly leave your body. You feel your stomach churn at the way he's got her trapped against the wall, tattooed arm placed beside her head, mouth whispering right against her ear. She's smiling and giggling at whatever Jungkook is telling her. You wish that were you.

"Forget about him," Jimin mutters in your ear. He's watching your beer pong opponents take their turn as you're watching Jungkook and the girl.

You shake your head at Jimin, turning your head to smile at him just to make it seem like you're okay. Just like Jihyo, he sees right through you.

Jimin's another close friend of Jungkook. They're not so different. Jimin likes to sleep around but he makes it clear that he doesn't want anything serious. Always nice and gentle with the girls he sleeps with. Jungkook makes it seem like you're his and only his. You wonder again why they're friends.

"Seriously, Y/N," Jimin says, a little bit of urgency in his tone. It's probably the look of longing on your face that raises concern in your friend. Everyone sees how broken you look when you catch Jungkook with another girl.

"I know," you say after a while. You talk just a little bit loud enough to be heard over the music. "Jungkook and I just sleep with each other. It's casual and that's it."

You hear Jimin sigh. He nods his head and it's his turn to throw the dirty ping pong ball. You've had this conversation with him and Jihyo numerous times already, sometimes it's the both of them and sometimes it's on separate occasions. You say the same thing every time. You think your friends are starting to give up on you. Maybe you should as well.

You force yourself to have fun for the rest of the night, always trying to be in a room where Jungkook isn't. You're not sure if he's spotted you. You don't know which hurts more—him not spotting you because he doesn't even bother looking for you in the crowd, or him spotting you but not talking to you because you're not his choice for the night. Either way, he doesn't care. You know he doesn't but you wish you did. You thought you'd catch his attention with the black dress you're wearing. Or with the way your hair is styled. But it doesn't work and you tell yourself that it's okay. You always see him in your peripheral though, either talking to someone or flirting with that girl.

You decide to leave when you see Jungkook leaving as well, fingers tangled with the girl's. She looks like a giggling mess and you can't blame her. Everyone falls for Jungkook's charms. You try not to dwell on the fact that they're going to have sex.

It's Jimin who walks you home. He can tell you're sad so he talks about his day and his classes, avoiding Jungkook's name even though you're positive that they hung out today. Jungkook's intertwined in so many people's lives it's hard to leave him out. But Jimin makes an effort just to distract you. You're grateful for it though and he keeps up the act all the way to your apartment. He asks if he can use your bathroom and you say yes, mindlessly changing into your pajamas once the bathroom door closes behind you. You thought you'd have a little bit more time to finish changing but you suddenly hear Jimin swear behind you. You live in a little studio apartment so there's not much room to hide.

"Oh fuck— Shit," he says. You turn around laughing to see him with his hand over his eyes. "Sorry," he mumbles.

You're in your underwear but you don't mind. "It's not like you haven't seen me like this before," you chuckle.

"Still," he reasons.

Because you're stupid and heartbroken and hurt, you walk up to Jimin and gently grab his wrist, bringing his arm down to his side. You look at him looking at anywhere else but you. Eventually he looks down at your body for a split second and you laugh at him.

"We shouldn't," he whispers.

You shrug your shoulders. "Just a little bit of fun, right?" you ask with a smile on your face. "Like old times?" you giggle.

Jimin lets out a scoff but it's more of a laugh. Like he can't believe you're both doing this again. "You sure you're not drunk?" he asks as he makes eye contact with you. Bingo. You got him.

"Nope," you say sweetly.

"But Jungkook?"

You roll your eyes to mask the hurt. "Don't care."

Jimin looks at you intently to make sure you're not bluffing. While you wait for his answer you unclasp your bra and let it fall down your shoulders, exposing yourself to him. His eyes widen at the sight.

"Okay," he breathes out. He suddenly holds you by the waist to place you on the kitchen counter. It has you giggling at him.

"Eager?" you ask when he starts kissing your neck. You feel him drag his teeth across your skin, like he's thinking if he should mark you up or not. You stretch your neck out even more and feel him biting at your skin, sure to leave a bruise.

"Just excited," he mumbles against your neck. You feel him smile.

You unzip his pants while he's busy sucking your nipples. He's hard already when you start pumping your hand up and down his cock.

"Feels good, baby," he moans in your ear. You're still wearing your underwear but Jimin doesn't mind, just pushes it to the side to insert two of his fingers inside your pussy.

"Oh," you choke out. He finds your spot right away and rubs his fingers against it. He doesn't make you come, just fingers you to make sure you're prepped. It's quick when he takes his fingers out and grabs the condom in the back pocket of his jeans. You watch him tear the packet open and roll the condom down his length.

You both don't say anything else as he pushes his cock past your tight walls. Doesn't give you a moment before he starts pounding, his skin slapping against yours.

It's always like this with Jimin—just quick and easy and no feelings attached. You both don't do it much, it happens at the most random times. Usually when you want to forget or when he's stressed from school. And after this you're both back to being friends. It's never awkward. You wish it were like this with Jungkook instead.

"Jimin," you moan when he starts rubbing your clit. "Gonna come."

"Go ahead, baby," he breathes out, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and leaving his lips there. You push yourself to release and Jimin follows right after. You're both breathing heavily when he pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. He zips up his pants and starts looking for something on your bed. You're still trying to catch your breath when you feel a shirt being put over your head. Jimin's sweet like this—does aftercare in the most platonic way possible.

"There," he says after helping you wear the shirt he found. He doesn't know it belongs to Jungkook. You don't think he minds if he does though.

"Thank you," you say quietly and give him a small smile.

"Anytime. I'll see you around, okay?" He kisses your forehead and you watch him leave your apartment.

The silence engulfs you and you think you should feel disgusted with yourself—that you're pining over a guy but you just had sex with another. With his close friend out of all people. But you push the thought to the back of your mind as you jump down from the kitchen counter and walk into your bathroom. You're just like Jungkook, you tell yourself. Just casually sleeping around and nothing else. He doesn't care and you don't either. You feel a teeny bit better.

You take a warm shower to wash all the remnants from tonight. You actually take your time just to clear your jumbled up mind. It's almost 30 minutes later when you step out and check your phone while you're drying off, heartbeat stopping at a text you've received almost an hour ago.

jk: u up?

jk: hey reply to me :(

jk: coming over

Your eyes widen at the last text. It was sent just 10 minutes ago. You don't know where he's coming from but the campus isn't that big so he'll probably be here soon. You quickly finish drying off and change into comfortable clothes. You hear a knock on the door the moment you finish changing. You take a deep breath before walking to the door and opening it.

You notice Jungkook's wearing the same clothes from the party but his shirt is a bit wrinkled. You think he just came from the girl's place. Probably fucked her and is here now because he's not satisfied. You should feel disgusted and mad but you're not. You're no better. You just slept with his friend.

"Hi," you mutter.

He smiles at you and leans in to kiss you on the lips. "Hey, sweetheart." It has you swooning.

You step to the side to let him in and he walks straight to your bed, sitting down to take off his shoes before lying down comfortably. You follow him and sit down on your bed right by his waist. He stretches out his arm to drape it over your thighs and you start tracing his tattoos absentmindedly. This is your usual routine.

"Did you stay in all night?" he asks. Just a little bit of conversation before he does what he's really here for. At least he has a little bit of decency. You don't mind though, it makes you think that he cares about you when he asks things like this.

You shake your head and smile at him. "Nah, Jihyo and Mingyu dragged me to that frat party." You can tell he's trying to hide his surprise.

"Oh, I didn't see you there," he mumbles.

"It's okay." You shrug. "There were a lot of people."

"We could've played beer pong together, I know you like doing that every time you're out."

Your heart clenches at his remark. You're surprised and hurt every time he remembers little things about you. "I was with Jimin, don't worry." Jungkook doesn't know the double meaning to it.

He nods and runs his fingers across your thighs. "Missed you. Sorry I didn't reply to your text earlier, got caught up in something." You know that's a lie. "Just got back from the party too, that's why I came here late." Another lie.

You nod and smile as if you believe him. And you force yourself to because it's easier than knowing the truth. It's silent for a moment before he mumbles c'mere and brings you on top of his lap.

"Missed this," he says quietly as he squeezes your thighs. His hands trail up your waist till he's squeezing your tits beneath the shirt you're wearing. You start grinding on his cock, getting out of breath too quickly. You missed this too. It's been a week since you last had sex with Jungkook which is a long time for the both of you.

"Kook," you pant. He's pinching your nipples knowing that's where you're most sensitive.

"I know, sweetheart. Take your shirt off for me, hm?"

You nod your head dumbly and do as you're told, watching Jungkook stare at your body. He stops moving beneath you and you're about to ask what's wrong when he brings his hand up to touch the hickey on your neck that Jimin left.

"Who's this from?" he asks. You can't tell if he's mad or just curious. Jungkook isn't showing any emotions on his face and you're starting to get nervous.

"Just..." You think if you should tell him the truth. You look into his eyes and try to see if there's any semblance of care. You don't know. You really can't tell. Then your eyes trails down his body, to his neck and the wrinkly white shirt he's wearing. There's a red stain on the collar and you know it's lipstick. From the girl he slept with earlier. "Someone," you finally mumble.

"Someone?" He continues rubbing the spot gently until he presses down on it with his thumb. He doesn't press down too hard, but it's with enough force to have you hissing slightly.

"It's from Jimin," you finally say. He doesn't say anything but raise an eyebrow at your reply. You don't know if he already knows that you and Jimin have slept together. He doesn't look so surprised, or maybe he is and he's just really good at schooling his expressions.

He makes eye contact with you again and you feel his hand going to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair to press your lips against his. The kiss feels urgent and rushed, his tongue instantly slipping in your mouth and tangling with yours. You're on top of him yet you feel defenseless as he holds you by your hair and kisses you hard. You let Jungkook do as he pleases and forget about the little conversation you just had. You start grinding on his cock again and he reciprocates this time, hips moving against yours.

Before you know it, he rolls you over and pins your arms above your head. You stare at him with wide eyes and he smirks at you in return. He holds your wrists with one hand and takes off your shorts and underwear with the other. He's fully dressed while you're not and you know you're at his mercy. He knows this too as he spreads your thighs apart with his hand.

"Keep your hands there," he whispers. You hold your bed frame for good measure. You just want to please him. He trails kisses down your body, from your neck to your nipples to your tummy. He stops by your thighs and you feel his breath against your skin. You squirm beneath Jungkook to get him to do something, to touch you and pleasure you. He shakes his head, still with that damn smirk on his face. He starts kissing your thighs, close to your pussy just to tease you.

"Didn't know you and Jimin have a thing going on," he says against your skin. You shiver at the vibrations his voice provides.

You feel Jungkook bite down on your inner thighs. "We don't," you choke out. He scoffs and starts kissing your pussy. Just light kisses that start making you crazy because you just want his mouth on you. "We're just friends," you say weakly.

He looks up from where he's laying between your legs. "Like us?"

Us.

You know what he means but at the same time you don't. You're friends with Jimin like you're friends with Jungkook. But you don't long for Jimin like you do for Jungkook. You don't yearn for Jimin the same way, don't look for him in every place you're at, don't pine for his affection or his touches. Jimin isn't like Jungkook and you both know that. You just don't know if you're different from the other girls Jungkook fucks.

"No," you say truthfully. It's said with defeat and desperation because you know he's not going to touch you till you answer him. "Not like us."

You know Jungkook won't pry anymore because he finally starts licking your pussy, starting with your outer lips until his tongue is inside your hole licking every crevice. Then he starts sucking your clit and that's when you truly lose it, legs going around his head to keep him against your cunt.

"Fuck," you almost scream. You're so close already that you should feel embarrassed but you're not. Jungkook knows your body too well. No one holds a candle to how good he eats you out. "Please," you whimper.

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Please make me come!" you beg. "Need it, need it so much." You starting grinding your hips against his mouth.

"You're so desperate," he chuckles. It's said meanly but the comment flies over your head. You don't care anymore; you just want some sort of release. "But not yet."

You suddenly feel cold because Jungkook removes his mouth from you, standing up and getting out of the bed to remove his clothing. You continue holding the bed frame above you because you want to be good for him. You watch him strip his clothes off till he's naked just like you, tattooed hand wrapping around his cock.

It's long and thick and it splits you open every time he fucks you. You really don't know how you manage to take him every time.

Jungkook is so mean and unfair with the way he's teasing you right now, pleasuring himself while you lay on the bed. You're about to open your mouth to complain when he finally nods his head, motioning you to get up. "Kneel. Hands behind your back, okay?"

You nod your head and get in position on the bed, head tilting up to look at his cock. It's so hard and the tip is already leaking. You just want your mouth around him.

"Open," he says.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, just the way Jungkook likes. As expected, he spits directly into your mouth and you swallow right away.

"Good girl. Now suck."

He brings his cock to your lips and you immediately start sucking. You push your length all the way in till you feel him at the back of your throat.

"Gotta take all of me in, pretty. Or else I won't fuck your little pussy."

You know Jungkook takes his threats seriously so you back up a little to catch your breath before taking him in your mouth again. God, he's so big and thick your jaw is already starting to feel sore. But you power through and keep taking him in your mouth until your nose touches his tummy. You try not to gag around him but it's no use. You also feels your eyes tearing up.

Jungkook doesn't care you're struggling. In fact, he loves it because he's got that stupidly handsome smile on his face. He strokes your cheeks for a while and you try to even out your breathing.

"I wanna fuck your throat, sweetheart. Can you take it?" he asks sweetly.

You know it's a rhetorical question but you nod anyways, as much as you could with a dick down your throat.

"Let me in then."

You close your eyes and relax your throat even more. Jungkook holds your head then and pushes you towards him even deeper. You're helpless since your hands are behind your back. You gag again and start feeling lightheaded.

"There we go," he finally says once his whole length is in your mouth. You feel the tip down your throat. You're struggling so much but you try not to move. You just want to please him. "Gonna move now," he mumbles and starts moving his hips. You let him fuck your throat for God knows how long. You're full on crying when he stops and withdraws his length halfway out your mouth. You take the time to gasp for air and you even cough a little, head bowing down to regain your breathing. You faintly hear Jungkook laugh above you.

"I'm not yet done, love. Was just feeling nice enough to give you a little breather."

You nod your head and look up at him, mouth opening wide to let him know you're ready again.

"You just let me do whatever I want, huh?" he chuckles. You're not sure if he means something else but to you it does. You willingly let Jungkook do anything to you. Even if it results in heartbreak.

He stares at you for a while and spreads the spit and precum that's on your lips. "So messy." Then he's back to inserting his length inside your mouth. The glide is smoother this time since you're already prepped. "There we go," he groans out. He stays still and feels the imprint of his dick on your throat. "Look so pretty for me."

Jungkook starts moving again but thankfully his pace is slow this time. You're sure you'll have a sore throat by tomorrow.

"Keep your eyes open, okay? Wanna see you cry."

You look at him while he's fucking your mouth, looking at the way his cock moves in your throat. You're starting to lose your breath and you think Jungkook could tell as well because he grants you reprieve and steps back. You're coughing more this time, hands catching yourself in front of you. You barely get enough time to regain your breathing before you feel Jungkook grabbing your head and bringing your lips to his.

"Did so good for me," he says against your mouth.

You're trembling in his hold and you grab his arms to steady yourself. "Fuck me please," you try to say but your voice comes out hoarse and ragged.

He kisses your cheek and then your jaw. "I will, don't worry," he coos. "Always gonna give you what you want." Another lie. You know that's not true.

You're putty in his hands as he maneuvers you to the position he wants to fuck you in, which is on your hands and knees with your ass high in the air.

"Just like that," he whispers. He pushes down on your shoulders even more so that you're wide and open for him. He starts rubbing your pussy and you can't help but moan out loud. "You're so wet, sweetheart. All from sucking my cock?"

You nod wordlessly from your position on the bed. "Jungkook!" you scream as he plunges two fingers in your pussy. He's ruthless as he fucks his fingers fast and hard, hitting your g-spot right away. "Please," you cry out. You're so wound up and tense and you just want to come already but he won't let you.

You hear Jungkook chuckle from behind you. "Still so tight, baby. Thought Jimin stretched you out already." You're about to reply but you feel his thumb press against your rim and your senses go haywire, mind going blank because you're so overwhelmed.

"Please, please," you beg quietly. You're crying again and you'd do anything at this point to get Jungkook to fuck you. He withdraws his fingers from your holes and you hear the crinkling of plastic behind you. You turn your head slightly to see him slipping a condom on. Jungkook has never fucked you raw and you never asked why because you already know the answer. You'll get hurt hearing the truth anyway.

He holds your hips to steady you. He rubs the head of his cock up and down your folds. "You want this?" he asks roughly.

"Yes. Please."

Finally, finally, Jungkook pushes his cock in your pussy. It doesn't take long because you're so wet he slides right in to the hilt.

"You feel so good around me." He stills for a moment and you grab your ass to spread your cheeks even more.

"Please move, Kook."

You hear him groan. "God, baby, you're filthy." He starts fucking into you and your mind goes blank. You feel his thick cock slide in and out, the tip already kissing your cervix.

"Feels so good," you mumble incoherently. Jungkook fucks you quick and hard, holding your hips so tightly you know it's going to bruise. You feel his balls slap against your clit which adds even more pleasure. You feel yourself getting close again and arch your back.

"Can I please come?" you ask through your moans. "Please let me come, Jungkook. Please—"

"Come," he finally says. It's the only word you need to hear before you let go, that coil in you snapping and bringing pleasure all over your body. You don't know you're moaning so loudly you're almost screaming. You feel your pussy just gush and it gets so wet and sticky you're surprised Jungkook doesn't slip out. It's so filthy that you hear squelching noises as well. Your orgasm goes on for so long you don't know how you're still holding yourself up.

"You creamed my cock so much, baby," Jungkook says. He slows down his pace but he's still moving so you can ride out your high. "Got me wet and even your sheets."

You barely hear him and there's just a buzzing sound around your head. Your body feels so heavy and you just want to collapse but you arch your back even more for Jungkook.

He laughs. "Think I fucked you stupid." He increases his pace again and you just kneel there and take it. "Gonna make me fucking come," he growls as his hips snap against yours. "Fuck." He fucks you some more and you groan every time he hits your g-spot.

Suddenly, he pulls out so fast. "Don't move," he groans. You stay in place and watch him remove the condom off, hand going to stroke his cock as he brings himself to his release. You feel his come on you, right on your pussy and asshole. "Fuck, baby," he groans. You feel even stickier with his load on you. Then he bends down to kiss your neck, and then your cheek, and then a gentle one on your lips.

"You okay?" he asks quietly. His arm goes to wrap around your waist and you slowly start sinking onto the bed.

"Mhm," you mumble and try to keep your emotions at bay. You always feel so overwhelmed after sex with Jungkook. You let a few tears fall down your cheeks but it's the kind of tears of relief from an intense orgasm.

Jungkook presses his front against your back, not caring that his come is still on you. He starts kissing your face again then rubs his nose up and down your throat. "Just breathe, yeah?" he says quietly. You nod weakly against his hold and do just that. The both of you say nothing as you try to calm your racing heart.

You don't know how many minutes pass by until Jungkook stands up. You don't have the strength in you to move your position on the bed or ask where he's going. A few minutes later you feel a wet rag on your back. You let Jungkook clean you up while the both of you still don't say a thing. Then he's moving you on the bed again so your head is on the pillows and he's right behind you, lying down comfortably to be the big spoon. You feel him kissing your head.

"Sleep," he mumbles against your hair. With Jungkook holding you and with his steady breaths guiding yours, you fall asleep right away.

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You don't know what time it is when you wake up but there's still sunlight peeking through your curtains so you suppose it's still morning. You turn to face the other side of the bed only to find it empty. You don't know what time Jungkook left, if he stayed the night or left the moment you fell asleep. You're used to it already but it doesn't mean you're not hurt. Your heart constricts at the empty space beside you. You move again to lay on your back and cover your face with yours hands, letting out shaky breaths while trying not to breakdown. God, maybe Jimin was right. Just forget about him.

But it's hard not to. It's hard to forget about him when you have sex constantly, when his touches are gentle but also rough. When he wants you to reply to his messages and when he wants you against his body. It's hard because he's friends with your friends. It's hard when he takes care of you after every intense orgasm. It's hard when he makes it seem like he wants you just as much as you want him.

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kadwrites · 9 months

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something old, something new | T.S

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summary ; how long can you keep that secret?

warnings ; arranged marriage!trope, SLOW burn, soft!tommy , fem!reader, idk what im doing,

a/n ; i would love to know what you guys think of this part<3 thank you guys for all the support i really really appreciate it <33

"ya should've stabbed 'im when ya had the chance to." madeline mumbles, putting rose in the crib that was dragged next to the dining table

"what the hell has gotten into 'im?...." fiona looks at celest and celest shrugs , looking back at you

"god i feel like i'm going to explode" you take a gulp of the wine in your glass "i can't lie to tommy"

"then don't, just tell him" celest swirls the wine in her glass

"i 'ave a feeling tommy might just.." fiona runs her thumb across her neck, clicking her tongue

"i mean he's not that violent," you add , your finger moving across the rim of the glass "he's sweet...sometimes.... i think"

"is she ... drunk?" madeline grabs the wine bottle, pouring some in the glass in her hand

"i'm sure he doesn't just go around killing people" you look at the three women around you, "what do ya think jeremy wants to do?"

"i mean he said he wants ya back , didn't he?" celest sips her wine

"i mean yeah , technically i guess..."

"not technically" madeline is points at you "he said he wouldn't let ya marry tommy"

"it's just so odd" your hand rubs at the back of your neck "this is so out of the blue, we ended years ago. it's not like we were in contact too or anything"

"ya attract crazy men" fiona says with a raised brow

"i don't need this." you cover your face with your hand, before taking another gulp from your glass

"come on," celest gets up, taking the wine glass out of your hand "ya need sleep."

you have your arms raised on each side. , wearing a thin white robe. standing with your back straight and head held high, the seamstress starts measuring from the tip of your fingers to your shoulders.

"how is he treating ya?"

"hm?" you snap out of whatever trance you were in, eyes glancing in her direction

"thomas shelby, how is he treating ya?"

"yes , yes he is." you speak almost too quickly "why wouldn't he?" you try to not move,

she looks at you through her spectacles, raising a brow

you raise a brow too "i thought ya knew his family very well?"

"i do, that's why i'm asking" she says with a sigh , moving to the other side to get the measurements and your eyes follow her

the room is spacious, with every kind of fabric and thread you could possibly think of. it's quiet, the light shining in through the windows. the fabric and the design of your wedding dress on a paper on the table. a sketch of it, and it looked perfect.

"he's treating me well" you repeat

"do ya know about grace?"

your eyes drift away, you lick your lips nervously. you never had this conversation with anyone, it was a topic everyone tiptoed away from. except for her, apparently

"i know of 'er, yes."

"he loved that girl, he did." she nodded, rolling the measuring tape, getting your bust measurements.

"yeah, i've heard." you cleared your throat

"ya should've seen how he looked at 'er" she chuckled, "but , the way he looks at you ..." she looks at you again, before moving to make another measurement.

your head snaps this time, looking at her before she reprimands you to stay still "me?"

"mhm."

"i don't think so" you murmur then chuckle

"i wouldn't be so sure" she said with a knowing look , she rolls the measuring tape around your waist "i've known 'im since he was a boy."

"i mean, i'm sure ya do." you smile at her politely "but i do doubt that."

"ya can doubt it all ya like, it won't make it less true" she mumbles ,

a soft knock at the door catches your attention. she frowns, pulling her spectacles down and walking to the door, she opens it slightly

"morning mrs baker."

tommy's voice makes your eyes widen slightly, and your heart flutter.

"tommy." she says with a laugh "ya 'ave no business here, boy."

"my bride is here" he nods at you "so , i do actually 'ave business here"

she opens the door, letting him in. the smile and look on her face is stern, but maternal.

"the girl tells you're treating her well" she mumbles, going back to standing at your side

"she did?" he asks with a small smile before standing against a wall, his back pressed against it with his hands in his pockets, his gaze stuck on you.

she nods, putting her spectacles back on as she writes down the measurements on a piece of paper

"ya were trying to turn 'er on me, sylvia?" he speaks again

she shoots him a glare before looking back at you "ya see what you're marrying?"

you chuckle, tying the robe tighter around you. "yeah, i see it."

sylvia walks out of the room, to the front of the store for a customer that came in, leaving you and tommy in the back.

"why didn't ya bring your mother with ya?" he asks you, getting off the wall but not taking one step further.

"she can be...... overly enthusiastic at times. so i didn't tell 'er i was coming here" you say with a chuckle, turning to look at him

"that's smart" he hums , looking you over.

"she will lose 'er mind but i think it'll be worth it , i think."

he hums again, this time walking to stand in front of you.

"didn't ya 'ave a meeting today? i'm surprised ya even had the time to come here" you tilt your head as you speak

"want to get rid of me, do ya?"

"of course i don't."

"so ya want me around?" he leans closer, and you feel your breath stop. his voice is soft and low, his eyes glance at your lips before going back to your eyes

"i...." you stutter , your eyes scan his face "i do" you speak softly

"i do too."

"yeah?" you whisper back.

the air is so heavy, you feel his breath fan over your lips. your noses brush against each other.

"are ya scared of me?"

"no" you shake your head softly

he leans in closer and his lips press against yours, your eyes flutter shut and you feel as if time stopped moving, the floor under you disappeared.

after a few moments, he pulls back but not far back , his nose brushes against your cheek and his lips press against your ear

"what are ya hiding from me?"

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader | The Joys of Pregnancy

type: fluff-ish warning(s): pregnancy word count: 1.8k words summary: Reader is pregnant with twins and Az and reader are at an IC dinner, and he says something like "Oh im not very hungry….” and reader bursts out SOBBING practically because she helped make the food or something and she just cried because of mood swings, and everyone is just looking at az like "oh you messed up" thank thank thank you! i just think it would be a cute idea. <3

Azriel’s hand rests on your round belly, his gaze focused on the big stuffed turkey on the table that Cassian is currently cutting into. The general grins brightly and licks his fingers with which he has been holding the animal in order to cut it up into smaller pieces. A heavenly scent lies in the air. It is close to Solstice, it smells of evergreens, of fir and pine, spices and sweets. You move your own hand over your mate’s and glance up at him. Azriel is still looking at the turkey, the piece that Cassian is currently placing on his plate. You silently regard your mate for a moment, he is just so beautiful and once again you call yourself lucky to have him as your partner until the last day of your immortal life. The shadowsinger looks so happy, the corners of his mouth turned upwards, the bright white of his teeth visible, his eyes aglow when his gaze sweeps to you. His smile only brightens when his gaze locks with yours and he ever so slightly squeezes your belly. It is a barely there touch, but his hand is warm through the thin fabric of your dress.

Even though it is winter, the inside of the Riverside House is boiling hot and so donning a thin dress was the best option you could make that morning.

You are still holding Azriel’s hand when Cassian also places a piece of turkey on your plate and you thank him. “So,” Cassian starts and grins, pointing the big fork at you. “What name have you finally chosen?”

A big grin breaks out on your face, you crinkle your nose and look at Azriel. His eyes are aglow when he slowly inclines his head, some silent conversation passing between the two of you. You give his hand a soft squeeze and both of you turn back to Cassian, at least four pairs of expectant eyes meeting you. “Well we have.” You grin, anticipation making your skin prickle. You haven’t shared with them yet that you are going to have twins. They still expect you to have one child. Madja has only told you a week prior and you wanted to wait for the right moment to share it with your family. Now it is the right moment.

“You remember the options we had?”

Nesta is the first to answer, happily tapping her slender fingers on the table. “Madisa if it is a girl and Izak if it is a boy.”

“Well and that it is!” Azriel happily states, poking his fork into the piece of meat and picking up his knife. “Which one?” Cassian asks, places his palms on the table and gives you an expectant look.

“Yes, which one?” Nesta asks, a tone louder, her eyes filled with the glow of anticipation.

“Both of them,” says Feyre and lets herself glide into her seat when Rhysand chuckles lowly and you look at them. “100 points to our High Lady.” With a grin on your face, you pick up your own cutlery, starting on your piece of meat.

“A double name,” Cassian mutters, an irritated grimace spreading over his whole face. A loud laugh erupts from somewhere deep inside of you at the thought of callin one child Madisa Izak.

“Cassian!” Nesta swats at her mate’s upper arm and shakes her head. The slight eye roll does not go unnoticed by you and you have to bite back on your chuckle and say, “We are having twins, Cass.”

Awareness dawns on the general and he grins and in the next moment is on his feet, surrounding the table and hugging Azriel —careful of his wings of course— from the back. “Azzy, you are going to have two babies!” he hollers, patting his brother’s shoulders and his chest which makes Azriel laugh from the bottom of his heart. “I will, brother. I will.”

Once Cassian is seated again, you start dinner and it is absolutely delicious. Everyone digs in, savouring the lovely dishes. “How are you doing with the hormones and the mood swings.” At the mention of mood swings Azriel releases an almost long-suffering male huff and gives you a sidelong glance. You try to kick him under the table and also manage to do so which makes you grin in delight. “That bad?” Nesta chuckles.

“Can’t be as bad as yours. You nearly tried to suffocate me for snoring too loudly,” Cassian expresses. Him and Nesta became parents just half a year ago, the little baby girl now fast asleep on the big living room sofa next to her cousin Nyx. The parents always have an eye on them from where they sit at the table, smiling proudly at them from time to time. You and Azriel would soon have that too. And even though the thought of having to little babies scares you a little bit, you cannot wait for them to finally be here.

“But the worst is the morning sickness,” Feyre cuts in and shakes her head. “I have been puking every morning for weeks. It was madness.” It truly is madness, you agree with her, and tell them about how you are dealing with it. It is then that Rhysand passes you a bowl of tomato salad that you have made together with Nuala. You thank him and scoop some of it up and onto your plate. “Here you go,” you say and pass the bowl to Azriel. Or rather you want to pass the bowl to Azriel, but he declines. “Azriel, you want none?” You ask again, feeling some kind of dad emotion rise inside of you. Your throat starts to burn when Azriel shakes his head and declines again, taking the bowl from you and handing it to Cassian. “No, thank you, my love,” Azriel says and smiles. “But I helped make it,” you whispers and feel tears burn behind your eyes. You feel yourself get angry, not at Azriel but rather at yourself, for not having more control over your emotions.

“Yes, I know, my love, and I am sure it will taste absolutely amazing like everything else you cook. But I am just not really fond of tomatoes today.”

“You are not fond of tomatoes today?” you express and let your fork drop. It clatters onto your plate, loudly and draws the others attention to you. You know you are overreacting, but it is too late to stop now. A tear runs out of the corner of your and you push your chair back, standing up promptly, one hand moving over your belly. Your lip quivers, your chin quavering when more tears start to flow. “And what if one day you are no longer fond of me?” It is so terribly dramatic, but you fully shove your chair back and dash out of the room. The last thing you hear is Cassian saying, “Mood swings,” and you show him a vulgar gesture over your shoulder. Then the door falls shut behind you and you head for the bathroom.

In the dining room, Azriel needs a moment to gather his thoughts in order to understand what has just happened. “Oh you messed up, brother,” Rhysand says, matter-of-factly, and shoves a piece of potato into his mouth. “Not helpful,” Azriel answers tightly when getting up. He places his cutlery on the table and wipes the back of his scarred hand over his mouth. “What do I do now?”

“Not be a big idiot again,” Nesta grumbles and shakes her head at the shadowsinger. This comment draws a chuckle from Cassian which quickly dies down when his brother gives him a dead pan. But Cassian loves to tease Azriel and so the amused expression soon returns and in a casual voice he says, “Wild guess, but I think Azzy is sleeping on the couch tonight.” Not it is Azriel who flips him off and when the spymaster of the Night Court leaves the room, Cassian says something about how well the two of you fit — “truly perfect for each other with their attitude.”

Azriel’s shadows lead the way, tell him where to find you. They whisper in his ears that you are crying and it breaks his heart. He knows that mostly this emotional break down came from your mood swings and the hormones, but he still triggered it and he feels massively bad about it. Azriel blames himself and ever so softly knocks on the bathroom door. Shame coats your insides when you say, “Come in.”

You know it is Azriel, you have felt him near through the bond. Through a teary vision, you glimpse up at him from where you are seated on the closed toilet seat. “I am sorry,” you whisper and bring up your hand to wipe at your nose and teary eyes. They already feel swollen and you know you look like a big mess. You also feel that way, but it is just the—

“Hormones, my love.” A lop-sided smile appears on Azriel’s face. He walks fully into the room, closes the door behind him and moves closer to you. When crouching down in front of you, the male takes your hands into his and kisses your knuckles on each side. “Don’t apologise.” “I caused a big scene,” you admit, feeling even more shame bloom in your chest. You cheeks feel warm when you finally lift your gaze to your mate’s. Azriel is already looking at you, smiling. He leans in a little and places a soft kiss to your round belly. “Those two are already trouble makers, huh?” he chuckles lowly, one hand leaving yours and moving to your belly. Azriel rubs your skin through the fabric of your dress, his thumb moving in idle circles. “Should we return to the table? I will then try your tomato salad of course.”

“You don’t have to, it was so silly.” Azriel tries to convince you that it wasn’t — that it was just the result of your hormones and emotions being all over the place. You come to accept it, letting yourself get pulled to your feet. Azriel gives you an embrace which is not as tight as it once used to be as now there is your big belly between the two of you. He kisses your brow softly before opening the door and saying, “And just for your info.” He pauses and turns to you, grinning brightly. “I will always be more than fond of you. Because with every day that we are together, I just want you a bit more, I love you a bit more and I desire you a bit more.” Azriel winks, his hand closing over yours and together you return to your family, enjoying the rest of the meal and joking about the stupid mood swings.

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Heartbreak Highs (pt. 4)

Description: Amerie, Harper, and (Y/n). The three were the best of friends until the incest map. A heartbreak high x reader.

Part 1:

Heartbreak Highs

Part 2:

Heartbreak highs pt. 2

Part 3:

Heartbreak Highs. (pt. 3)

It had only taken Amerie a few minutes to come up after Harper and (Y/n). (Y/n) watched as she hurried along to leave, inside she was sort of glad about it, that was until she saw Darren and Quinni leave with her hand in hand. Jealously rose inside her like a tidal wave. What was that? Her friends asked her to come then barely spend time with her and leave with Amerie!

"You alright?" Harper asked her friend who seemed to be glaring in Amerie's direction.

"Hm?"

"You seem distracted. You okay?"

"Oh, yeah.. just tired."

"We can go home if you want?"

"No, you should party--"

"(Y/n)"

"Im fine really! go, go dance." "You sure?"

"Hm!"

"Really?"

"...Okay maybe i do want to leave but i still want you to enjoy yourself." (Y/n) confesses softly. Harper smiles, holding hands with the girl.

"That's fine, i'll be okay, really, you can go home."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. i have my phone and your necklace remember?" Harper pulls out the emergency pendant that, once clicked sends a message of the wearer's location and a distress signal.

"Okay, if you're sure?" (Y/n) says shuffling about not ready to let go of the blonde girl.

"Yes, go on, go" Harper waves the girl off.

"Okay, call me if you need a ride, and if you go somewhere, or if youre lonely!" (Y/n) rambles on as Harper pushes her along to the exit.

"I'll be fine babes! go,"

"Okay, see you later?" Harper nods and lets the girl go.

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The morning after entering school (Y/n) again tries to reconnect with her friends. Spotting them in a corner and walking up to them with a smile only to pause when the scene infront of her plays out. Darren and Quinni smile arms openly calling over someone, Amerie. "Hey! Over here! Amerie, this way! It's our new bestie." "Morning." "Hello!" Quinni links her arm around the brown girl and walks with her to class. If that wasn't enough to make (Y/n)'s blood boil she didnt know what was. She takes a breath and heads to Harper to talk with. Spotting the girl standing next to a boy she walks closer only to pause, was that Dusty? She links arms with the blonde girl startling her a bit.

"Hope i'm not interrupting?"

"Not at all," Harper links her arm with (Y/n)'s as they walk away.

"So, whats that about?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Hm!"

(Y/n)'s eyes narrow in suspicion looking back she sees dusty gazing longlingy at Harper, and back at the girl next to her. "..Oh my-- Did you two-" (Y/n) gasps.

"Hush." Harper says with a cheekiy smile.

"No way!"

"Hush, it was just a hookup, nothing serious."

"...okay... did you have fun?" (Y/n) asks not sure what to ask in the conversation.

"...um, sure."

"okie. That's good."

The next time (Y/n) interacts with her friends again is in the SLTs class. They talk with her as if nothing is new or changed so she can't react much. She doesn't confront them about the Amerie thing, or the ditching her at the party thing. Instead the friends catch up for the little time they can until Amerie comes back taking her place. The second she sees them is during P.E. when she finds out Quinni likes Sasha and watches her ask her out, from across the field. She sighs feeling left out. In the changing rooms she spots Harper changing, the girl's back facing her and slumps her head against her shoulder whining, making the blond laugh.

"Whats up?" (Y/n) sighs in response, before looking over Harper's bruise.

"..I'll tell you at home, you still using the ointment I gave you?" (Y/n) light grazes the wound with her finger making Harper ticklish.

"Yes, and it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"Good." The (h/c) haired girl lets go, letting her change.

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Amerie walks up the court dodging the field of sweaty teens to the one white boy who could solve her problem. "Spider, please sell me a slap band." "What? No. You cooked? No way." The boy refuses not even glancing at her. "Dusty said I could come." "Why do you think he put me in charge of tickets? Huh? Keep tossers like you out." "Twenty bucks, right? I can transfer it to you right now." "No, it's, uh... It's gone up to eighty now." "Come on, I'm asking you nicely. Please..." "Ninety. Be 100 in a minute." "Listen, you mayonnaise fuck. What is your problem with me?" Spider pauses before thinking of his answer. "You're the reason we're in SLTs." "Well, SLTs is cancelled. Okay, so..." Amiere announces causing the other students to murmur.

"You really want to come?" "Yes, please." "Hundred bucks, then." Spider grins tossing the basketball in the hoop. Amerie rolls her eyes about to walk away when someone walking towards her catches her eye. (Y/n) walks past the brown skinned girl straight to Spider.

"Hey. Still got those ticket things?" She asks him. The boy raises a brow.

"What you plan on coming fish?" He teases.

"Actually yeah." (Y/n) says bluntly, pulling out two twenty dollar bills. "Got two?" Spider pauses looking between the girl and the money, he might have reconsidered had he not caught the glimpse of anger and annoyance on Amerie's face making him grin.

"Actually just for your first time, i'll give you a discount, twenty for both."

"What?!" Amerie reacts frustated.

"Fine by me." (Y/n) shrugs handing him one of the twenties instead.

"Pleasure doing business, i'll bring your bracelets to you." He smiles taking the money as the girl walks away.

"How is that fair?!" Amerie whines, walking off, only to receive a bracelet from Malakai.

(Y/n) was starting to regret coming to this party the minute Amerie jumped over a wall and fell into the pool, as Malakai laughed with her. She couldnt help but feel that twinge of jealously once more. Its not like Malakai and her even talked more than one or two times, but he sort of maybe flirted with her...kind of? She shakes her head. its not like she can blame him, or anyone else for this. She was never the best at flirting or showing someone her feelings romantically.

"You okay?" Harper's voice breaks her train of thought.

"Yeah why?"

"..didn't you like the new gu--"

"No."

"..okay,"

She mostly stuck with Harper throughout the party that is when she saw Quinni upset and running around, quickly informing Harper, she runs after the sparkle covered girl. She watches as Quinni breaks down in the bathroom, Amerie trying to take a step closer only to be stopped by Darren who tells her to leave nicely. The three friends once more reunited calm Quinni down, and relax with her. (Y/n) sitting on the side of the tub reading a book online on her phone.

"Okay, I think I'm good to go now." Quinni announces softly. "Stunning." Darren says taking off their eye mask.

(Y/n) gives her friends a soft smile as they walk back down to the party. "Where is Amerie?" As much as (Y/n) wanted to say 'who cares?' she bit her tongue holding back. Quinni spots Sasha and chats with her after assuring her friends.

Sorry for the sloppy chapter guys, my laptop broke and i lost my writing.

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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 2 months

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Lovers

Imagine

Mat Barzal x Latina!reader

Synop: y/n locks eyes with a stranger one night and it leads to uncertain 'relationship' between the two; a one night stand leads to too many nights.

a/n: no smut but very suggestive, y/n is emotionaly unavaliable 😪, in a way i replace the smut with humor bc i think im funny 😔 angst + fluff, black cat reader x sunshine Matt in a sense ? Im indifferent w this work >:/

cw: mentions of drinking, cussing, suggestiveness

That stupid little red dress. The one you kept pulling down as it hiked up every step you took. That's what the oversized black leather jacket was for; to save the hassle but it didn't do much besides keeping you warm.

That same little red dress is on your bedroom floor, alongside with your black boots and his jeans with the belt still looped in them.

You locked eyes with him that same night in that crowded bar. You would never take him home but they way your makeup held that night and how the dress fitted you, it gave you confidence to do so.

It was difficult to fall asleep right after, the adrenaline had warm your body, too hot to sleep. But after some cooling down and examining his sharp facial features, you fell into a slumber.

With a well rested sleep, especially after that night, you woke up early. Fortunately so, you had plans with some friends late morning. You showered and thought of how to remove the man in your bed.

After getting dressed and putting your dress in the hamper, you picked up his discarded clothes from last night and messily folded them and chucked them at his bare back.

"Wakey wakey, no bakey." you sarcastically said in a loud enough voice to wake the nameless stranger. You were sure he had told you his name but had forgotten.

The nameless stranger stirred and moaned as he flipped over under the sheets. He rubbed his eyes trying to focus on your dressed self at the foot of the bed. You could see a smirk creep on his face as he realized what happened last night.

"Get dressed." you demand in a softer voice this time. You made your way to your side of the bed and started to make the bed, prompting him to actually move and get dressed.

"Jeez, no good morning or-" he finally sat up and started to put on his boxers,

"No. I have plans and can't have a stranger in my house." You walked around to start to make his side of your bed.

He stood up towering over you, "you did last night." he said with another smirk of his, his chest was bare and he messed with his belt buckle.

"Not alone in my house." you tilted up to look at him, moving him out of the way with your hips, folding the sheets back over.

You grabbed his shirt and pushed him with it towards the front door,

"I would like to see you again." he said as he quickly slid his shirt over his head,

You laughed, "I'm sure you would, bye bye." you closed and locked the door after him and continued to get ready.

The next weeknight you were relaxing after work, eating dinner on the couch watching some tv. As soon as you placed your bowl down, you heard soft knocks at your door.

You looked through the peephole and your eyes widened as you saw the same face of the guy who was in your sheets a few days ago.

You opened the door ajar, "What the hell are you doing here?" your eyebrows furrowed together.

"I wasn't joking when I said I wouldn't mind seeing you again." He stood with his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Maybe you don't understand the concept of a one night stand but it usually happens only one night."

He laughed at your explanation, "I know what we did. I'm just saying if you don't mind, we can hang out again."

"I don't want to be in a relationship or even date for that matter." you opened the door more as to where the conversation was going.

"Neither do I." he stated to your surprise.

"Are you implying to be fuck buddies?" you whispered the term as you two were having the conversation in a public hallway.

He struggled to hold back a laugh, "In a few words, yes."

"Okay." you relaxed against the door,

"Okay?" he questioned not understanding your answer,

"Yeah, sure." you agreed to the relation.

"Cool, we should share numbers then." he pulled out his phone and passed it to you. The new contact page had your name typed out in the right box.

"You remember my name?" you looked up at him after typing your number in.

"Yeah, what you don't remember mine?" he joked expecting a laugh but you still couldn't remember his name. He saw the slight worry in your eyes and smiled,

"It's Mat." you passed his phone back and he saved the contact,

"Sorry," you said sheepishly.

"No worries." he said as if he had been embarrassed too. But he kept standing there.

"Do you want to- tonight?" you asked indifferent of his intentions when coming over to your place.

"I mean I wasn't expecting it on my drive over here but I'm down..." he leaned forward onto the doorway.

With his face inches way from yours, you leaned forward, caressing his loose hair strands,

"I'm not. I'm on my period, so goodnight Mat." you pulled away from the tension and slightly pushed his chest away.

“Wait. We could still hang, watch a movie or something.” he tried to negotiate but failed,

"Yeah, no. Text me in a week and I should be free, goodnight." you quickly closed the door before he could speak anymore.

Mat had given you a full week to meet up again and it was awkward at first on your behalf. The first night with him after the bar really only happened with the help of alcohol but to plan accordingly sober was very different.

He called you, not texted, and gave you the option to see him at his place or yours. You told him yours to lessen the anxiety.

It was silly you thought. Panicking over sleeping with a guy who had already seen you naked. It was probably the fact that he wanted to see you again in that state that made you overthink so much.

But at the end of the night he came, he also came to your place.

And it became a system. He called to see you. You texted to see him. It went on for months of pure sex. Nothing else as you pledged the second time you saw him. But there were moments were he broke his pledge. Moments where he was becoming more of a friend than a fuck buddy.

When he had time the mornings after he was generous to cook you breakfast,

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey" he mocked you from the first morning. He brought you a plate of a simple but nutritional breakfast and a glass of orange juice to his bed.

You groaned to be woken up but loved the smell of food in the morning, "Is this all for me?" you asked half asleep, reaching for the fork but he pulled the plate away,

"No, actually it's just for me. Your plate is in the kitchen." he deadpanned. Still half asleep you slowly blinked at what he said.

"I'm just kidding," he passed you the fork, "Just a joke because of your lack of hospitality from the first night." you noted he wasn't going to let that go for a while.

"I said I was sorry but that night was different from what we have now." you said before taking a bite of your food.

"I know. It's just fun teasing you." he said softly as he watched you eating his food.

This was from the first weeks. You had kept some walls up because from your standpoint it was all and only sex. But something about Mat forced you to open with him. With a smooth transition, the two of you became friends with benefits from fuck buddies.

II.

Mat found it easy to let your walls down by making you laugh but in other words he teased you, so he laughed at you but it all good and fun when you teased him back.

From the very beginning Mat favored talking over the phone rather than text. For your relationship, texting seemed easier and more practical because you didn't mind him just sending 'are you free?' and that be a sign that he wanted to come over. But no, for him he always wanted to have a long conversation about whatever and end the call with, "okay I'll be on my way soon."

And you always obliged, when you texted first he wouldn't text back but immediately call. So one night you decided to ignore his calls and just text him. You knew it would annoy him so even better for a small joke to play.

y/n

hey are you free after practice?

mat

Missed call

y/n

i can't talk right now

mat

Missed call

y/n

so are you free or not?

mat

Missed call

y/n

i guess not

mat

Why are you not answering my calls??

y/n

I just told you.

mat

Incoming call

After you laughed at your own entertainment you finally answered his call, contradicting what you had said.

"I thought you couldn't talk right now." he said through a grin, knowing you were lying.

"I didn't want to talk but you always want to." you admitted

"That's because I like hearing your voice. Although I can hear the sas in your texts just as fine."

"So are you free or not?" you had to get to business before he asked you more questions-

"How was your day?" he asked like always.

You rolled your eyes, "It was fine. Are you free?"

"Mine was pretty good too. Practice went great actually, thanks for asking." he said very sarcastically.

"Mat.'

"Yes?" he said too cheerful

"Are you free?"

"Like right now? Or in a couple of hours. I'm still kind of sweaty. Unless you like that type of stuff-"

Without hesitation you ended the call. Not that you were mad, just a bit annoyed but you knew it would make Mat desperate leaving him high and dry.

mat

Missed call

You kept declining his incoming calls and didn't bother to text because if he did want to see you tonight he would eventually text.

mat

I'll be there in an hour

y/n

III.

A different morning you felt him twirling your hair in his hands,

"What are you doing?" you muttered into his cold sheets

"Trying to braid your hair." he whispered back, fully focused on trying to figure out a pattern.

"Don't. You'll just knot it even more." He didn't give up until a minute later because he was in fact knotting your hair.

You turned around after you felt his hands drop,

"Can you teach me?" he asked

"Youtube it." you whispered with your eyes closed

"I'll learn quicker from you." you felt his hands lightly touch your cheek making you lock eyes with him.

You quickly maneuvered to pull him in by the back of his neck. He smirked awaiting for a kiss, but you pulled his shaggy hair causing him to squeal,

"Ow?! that hurt." his eyes turned sad with his pouted lips,

"I just wanted to see how long your hair is. Not long enough to braid." you massaged the back of his head to soothe the pain.

You sat up straight and pulled your hair forward to slowly teach him a three strand braid. After a what felt like forever he kind of got it.

IV.

Overtime Mat broke your walls completely and you enjoyed every second talking and being with him but there were moments that brought you back to reality. The reality of what the relationship was.

It was Valentines day and you hadn't thought anything major about it. Mat would be busy that night like he mentioned before so you would spend it alone.

If he was free he would spend the night like always but you thought it would be weird to buy him something because you're only friends as you reminded yourself many times. You didn't expect anything from him either.

But he took you by surprise by showing up at your door with a huge bouquet of roses and your favorite chocolate.

"What are those?" you asked baffled from your door

"Rosses and chocolate obviously." he said with a smile

"I thought you said you were busy tonight." you still couldn't believe he actually got you something.

"I lied. I wanted to surprise you."

"Well I'm surprised!" you finally moved to let him in, taking the abnormally large bouquet of flowers to place them on your table,

"I didn't get you anything." you admitted waiting to see his disappointment,

"That's fine. I assumed you expected nothing but I still wanted to get you something. Being with you tonight is enough." he walked towards you and kissed you. It was a different kind of kiss than all the ones you shared before. This one felt genuine and not of lust. It was slow and as he deepened the kiss he was careful to not be so rough.

You felt your heart twang and your stomach fill with anxiety like from the very first nights. Even though you reciprocated with every motion in your body, you pushed him away. You stared up at him questioning everything that had happened to lead up to this moment,

"I'll make it up to you," you tried to change your train of thought.

"How?" he had that smirk on his face again

"Don't act dumb." you began to push him towards your bedroom,

"Wait, what about your chocolate?" as if he cared about the damn chocoalte.

"We can eat it after."

You had to change the scenery quickly to avoid those thoughts. You tried to excuse his behavior as him being nice but you knew too well it was more than that.

"Here's your chocolate, my sweets," he bowed to you in your bed. He had never used an endearing nickname before but you let it slide like all the other things.

"Thanks," he climbed back into your bed taking a piece for himself,

"So I was thinking," he said while chewing,

"Oh that's not good." you joked,

"Ha ha" he sarcastically laughed, "You should come to one of my games. I can get you a good view and maybe you'll like it."

You swiftly gasped almost choking on your chocolate, "Me at your game?"

"That is what I said, yes." he cleaned some chocolate off your lips with his thumb, catching you off guard.

"Okay, sounds fun I guess." you said with very clear uncertainty.

"Doesn't sound like fun,” he laughed at your nerves but reassured you, "I want you to see me play in person, it's only one game. And if you don't like it or we lose miserably I'll make it up to you."

"How will you make it up to me?" you smirked to yourself,

"Don't act dumb." he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and neck making you squirm.

Moments like these, filled with bliss made you forget all your worries. But the hours before the actual game, your nerves sank back in.

You dressed accordingly and sat in the stands trying to follow the game. Seeing Mat distinguished by his number felt surreal almost. It was a side of Mat you didn’t indulge in often or at all.

He talked about hockey every now and then but it was very brief. To see him skate as fast as he could was shocking. To see him get slammed into the boards was more than shocking but concerning.

You were alone in your seat. Trying to follow the quick pace game. Looking around at the fans with his jersey number. You felt like an outsider even though the player himself had invited you to be there.

When the game ended and the Islanders had won you weren’t bored. You were glad you saw Mat play in person and see the team win. Mat gave you instructions where to meet him after the game.

After some wrong turns and almost giving up trying to find the locker room, you found a sweaty Matt walking in the halls,

“Hey you made it!” he jogged up to you for a quick hug and a quick kiss. Another action of Matt that surprised you. The two of you never kissed in public.

“I want you to meet some of my teammates.” His body radiated of excitement and giddiness.

“Sure,” you agreed with fake excitement. You were definitely not expecting such socialization with Matt’s close friends.

He introduced you to his teammates as a ‘good friend’ with an arm wrapped around you the whole time. The whole situation was nauseating. His teammates were kind but the whole thing was very confusing; as to what this introduction was or what you and Matt were.

You were able to end the introductions early when you told Matt you didn’t feel good, which wasn’t that far off from the truth,

“Are you okay to drive home?” he asked

“Yeah I’m just have a bad headache.”

“Okay I’ll see you tonight then?” Matt had planned to be with you after the game but you felt it would be better to have some time alone,

“Actually I think I’ll go asleep alone tonight. I’m just worn out.” you tried your best to lie and it barely worked.

“Okay I’ll call tomorrow.” You hum in agreement before almost running out of that arena.

On the drive home you felt your heart beat faster than you ever felt before. Things were getting too real you said to yourself in the car.

You and Matt had promised since the very beginning that this wouldn’t be anything more. But that promise had long been broken. You knew things had to slow down or stop completely, but only one of those options were possible.

You thought it would be best to see him at his place rather than your own. So you called him,

“Y/n calling me? It can’t be.” He joked

“Mat can I see you later tonight?” You asked in all seriousness ignoring his joke,

“You know you can y/n.”

“Great I’ll see you later.” You kept the call short, ignoring his calls right after.

When he opened his door for you, he cradled your face and smothered you with kisses. Something he sometimes did when he was in a happy mood.

You hated yourself for what you were about to do,

“Matt we need to talk,” you pushed him away only to see him lean in again, “What? Is it about the game? I thought I had pretty good night. What did you think?”

You despised how your eyes started to tear up but you kept a straight voice,

“We need to end this.”

“What?” He laughed as if he didn’t hear you correctly.

“Whatever this is. Things are getting too personal. They have been for weeks now and I should’ve been more persistent but I am now.”

“What are you talking about?” His hands dropped from your arms to his sides,

“Whatever this was is over.”

“This is over? Just like that?” He scoffed starting to become agitated, he didn’t understand where this was coming from,

“Yeah how else would you end a fuck buddy relationship?” You retaliated in attitude and nerves.

“But this isn’t a fuck buddy relationship! Not when I’m love with you!”

Mat never failed to surprise you but you should have seen this coming.

“You don’t mean that.” you unconsciously replied.

“The fuck I don’t!” His frustration was making things difficult so you had lied next,

“There’s someone else.” You tried to hold eye contact to make things believable but Mat knew better,

“Who?”

“You don’t know him.”

“So you see commitment in this ‘guy’ but not with me? The man you’ve been fucking with the past months.”

“That’s all it was Mat, it was just sex.”

“Thats bullshit! You’re telling me that you don’t feel anything more for me than just a fuck buddy?” His eyes looked dark with sadness and tears welling up,

“I told you from the beginning that I wanted nothing more. You promised too.” You lowered your voice to lessen the awful tension.

“Well I guess I broke that promise.” He stood there waiting for you say something but you didn’t know what else to say. So he broke the silence,

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” his voice wavered,

“Mat.”

“I love you and you’re scared of being with me fully but I can wait because I don’t believe there is another guy.”

“Mat stop.”

“I’ve been in love with you probably since the very beginning and I’ll still love you for a long time.” He rambled trying to reach for your touch but you had to conclude things.

“Mat, I don’t love you.” You said harshly to get your point across.

You moved his arms from reaching yours, “There is another guy and I need to keep my options open while I’m young. You should too.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered leaving his apartment.

It had been weeks when you broke his heart. He didn’t give up even after that horrible fight. He continued to call and text. He even showed up to your place but kept silent.

You tried to not cry for him or the ended relationship. It wasn’t fair or right but it had to be done. That’s at least what you told yourself every night before going to asleep.

Mat would find someone better and move on. It would be like nothing ever happened between you two. Just lost in history.

He eventually stop calling and showing up at your door. It was the first steps to finally moving on you told yourself.

“Who’s ‘M’?” Your friend had pulled you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You were making dinner for your guest as it was rare to have her over.

“This.” She showed you the polaroid. It was the polaroid Mat had toke of you one of your mornings.

~~~

“Stop snooping.” You watched him walking around your room, observing your shelves and tables.

“I’m not snooping. Just looking.” He grabbed the white polaroid you had gotten as a gift from your shelve.

“Now you’re touching.” You said from the comfort of your bed,

“Say cheese.” He climbed over you to take a picture,

“It’s too early for a photoshoot.” You held your hands up blocking the lens,

“C’mon just one photo,” be begged trying to move your hands,

“I don’t feel pretty.” You pulled your comforter above your face,

He leaned down to slowly pull down the comforter, “You always look pretty,” he whispered as he softly kissed you.

Catching you off guard he took a quick shot of you smiling. He wrote the date and his initial in sharpie after snooping in your desk.

~~~

“He’s just some guy.” You say nonchalantly avoiding the possible topic.

“Did he take this picture?” Of course she asks,

“Yeah he did.” You replied,

“This isn’t the same guy from that bar right?” You didn’t tell her much about Mat. Just that you were seeing someone very casually.

“He is actually, or was.” You tried to focus on the chopped vegetables rather than the sad eyes Mat looked at you with.

“What do you mean was?” She persisted and you gave in explaining everything.

“Hold up. This guy obviously cares about you, even told you that he loves you and you turned him down?”

“This is why I didn’t tell you everything.”

“Because you don’t want to hear the truth that this guy loves you. Love. The things everybody wants. And you just give it up like that.”

“He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with me!”

“Why the hell not!? He had every reason to. Do you love him?” You hated how she asked the most difficult yet important questions.

“I don’t know.” You said half heartedly.

“You don’t know.” Her eyes pierced yours as you kept lying to yourself and others over and over again.

“It would never work me and him! He has a busy schedule and-“ you start the excuses,

“Oh but not busy enough to fuck each other!”

“Y/n be real. Let’s put the lies and excuses away. Why can’t you let yourself be happy for once while you have the chance?”

“You don’t understand. I broke his heart. I saw it in his face when I told him I didn’t love him. I don’t deserve to see him again or to ask for another chance.“

“Well I think everyone deserves a second chance. And if he truly loves you, he can understand your point of view.”

She forced you to see him again. You still couldn’t see why you should let yourself be happy even after breaking his heart. But you were on your way to his place with the same pit of anxiety in your stomach.

You didn’t call or text before to see if he was home. You didn’t want him to decline your request before seeing him in person, so you knocked on his door.

The moment he opened the door your heart ached. His face was visibly sad and his eyes red. You wanted to run away again but you couldn’t feel anything but pity and guilt.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure” His voice was deep and raspy. His face lacked emotion except when he saw you, he didn’t think he would see you again.

The silence of the apartment was deafening and uncomfortable, but you took a seat on his couch, signaling him to do the same.

“Mat, I am so sorry for the things that I said and did throughout everything. I didn’t mean any of it.”

You paused to collect your shaky breath and thoughts,

“You’re right. I am scared to be with you fully because you’re the most important and life changing thing that has happened to me and it terrifies me. From the beginning I only wanted something simple with no strings attached but then everything started to become so real without us even discussing it! I can’t blame you for treating me like how any girl dreams to be treated, I just wish we had slowed down and talked about things first and then maybe I wouldn’t have lied about there being someone else. Because there isn’t, I mean how could there be when you’ve been always by my side? What im trying to say is that if somehow you don’t hate me, hopefully we can start again?”

You could hear your pulse banging in your ears when he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you indifferently but still with those red eyes.

“You’re right too. I was in the wrong to continue things like we were official and not talk about it. I should I have said something earlier before I asked you to meet the guys. Maybe before Valentine’s Day too, that was probably a surprise.” He laughs at his lighthearted joke to soothe the tension, making you laugh too with tears falling down your face.

“You brought me a bouquet the size of a tire, so I was a little bit surprised.”

Both you laughed at how ridiculously huge those flowers were but of how sweet the gesture was. Mat broke the sweet silence with a question that had been left unanswered,

“Y/n, do you love me?”

You sympathized for him, the look of sincerity and incandescent love he had for you. You nod your head with a tearful smile.

He breaked into glossy eyed smile as he reached over to embrace and kiss you. A replica, but somehow better, kiss of the Valentine’s Day one. A slow but passionate kiss of pure adoration and love. He pulled away after what felt enough for now,

“I have to hear you say it though,” he states

“Say what?” You licked your lips eyeing his before meeting his eyes,

He slightly cocked his head to the side, “Don’t act dumb.”

“I love you, Mathew Barzal.”

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jqhotchner · 3 months

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quest

twelve

aaron was currently headed back to his office to finish up paperwork. they had just solved another case. the unsub had quite the cooling off period.

he was beyond exhausted. but he wanted to at least get started on the workload of paper work before heading home.

the rest of the team following behind him. they knew it was no use going home. they all had a feeling another case was coming. most likely because they’ve received one after the other just this week.

when aaron walks into his office he spots penelope, his wife, and his children. this brought a bit of a smile to his face.

“what’s this?”

“happy birthday!” aaron turns and spots his team. he laughs when he sees a stack of cupcakes. derek lights up the candle on top of the cupcake tower.

“make a wish, sir!” penelope states.

aaron laughs as he blows out his candle and gently kisses his wife.

“thought you deserved a nice surprise, hotch!”

“and a little bit of a break boss man. im willing to stay behind and take half of your paperwork.” derek tells him.

“same here. anything you need.” dave states.

“i appreciate that, but—”

“no buts! you deserve to go home, spend time with your kids, take a load off, maybe make another hotchner baby!” rossi finished. you blush at the insinuation.

you and aaron were still taking things slow. but that didn’t mean that heavy petting wasn’t involved. still, you’re both extremely frustrated.

“happy birthday, dad.” jack smiles at his father. aaron kisses the top of his head as he picks up his youngest son.

“did all this for papa, huh?”

theo nods. resting his head on his fathers shoulders.

he was the only one that called aaron papa. but aaron loved it. felt like they had their own little bond. he had different bonds with all his kids. he couldn’t wait to have more. which is something that the two of you needed to discuss. if anything dave just pushed him into wanting to start that conversation sooner than later.

“alright, i guess ill head home then. are you two sure you’re—”

“yes! now go!” derek chuckled. aaron nods as he grabs his family and head out.

later that night, the kids are asleep, and you and aaron are getting ready for bed yourselves. aaron gets on his side of the bed.

you gently rest your head on his chest once he’s situated. he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

“darling?”

you simply hum in response.

“have you ever thought about more kids?”

it falls silent for a while. he nervously bites his bottom lip. you gently sigh. “yeah, i have.”

“and?”

“i—i always wanted a big family aaron. you know this. i just—i had a very complicated pregnancy with the triplets. im scared of going through that again.”

“i understand. have you thought about surrogacy?”

“i have. but if im gonna have another baby i wanna at least try myself you know? i—i know it sounds selfish but—i want you there next time. to be with me every step of the way.”

aaron smiles at that. he felt the same way. part of him wanting to have another baby to be present during it all. the mood swings, the labor, the early mornings, the first times—crawling, walking, teething— all of it!

“i want that too, yn.”

“so, one more wouldn’t hurt?”

“or two?”

you scoff at that. aaron just laughs before kissing the top of your head.

“when we’re ready? maybe we can try then?”

“id like that.” aaron states.

“goodnight aaron.”

“goodnight, yn.”

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nattyscuddlycabin · 10 months

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Midnight Cuddles pt. II

natasha romanoff × f!reader

platonic!nat x clint bc that’s just friendship goals

A/N: Part two was requested so why not make it! If you want me to keep adding parts to this, I will do my best to! I also should have requests open (not sure im kinda new to tumblr lol) so if you want to request a story or another part and what you wanna see in it, go ahead :)

Genre: fluff <333

Warnings: slight language

Summary: Reader is a new recruit to the Avengers, and everyone but one person seems to warm up to them, or that's what they think. Now, that person may become the Reader’s softie lover, but not without Clint’s teasing, of course.

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The next morning, you wake up alone on Natasha’s bed, beginning to remember the events of the night before. You are surrounded by your bear and her bunny, and assume that the redhead has gone off to training. To confirm your assumptions, you find a peanut butter sandwich, a cup of cooled down coffee, and a note on the bedside table.

You reach for the note and see something written on top of the note: ‘To my restless bear’

You smile as you open up the note and read:

‘Good Morning Sleepyhead,

I brought you breakfast, I hope the coffee isn’t too cold when you wake up. I am in the training room if you need anything.

Nat’

You couldn’t help but blush softly at the little note.

Just as you pick up the sandwich, the door opens and Natasha walks in sweaty from her workout.

“Oh! You’re still here?” She says suddenly.

“I just woke up,” you say, taking a bite of the sandwich, giving her a soft smile.

“Well Good Morning, detka”

“Hi” you say after swallowing a bite, “Thank you for breakfast!”

“Anything for you” She says, making you blush.

Before you can reply, the not-fully-closed door opens quickly, as Clint bursts in.

“Nat I-“ he turns his gaze to you, “Oh!”

“Uhh Clint, listen-“ Nat begins to explain but Clint cuts her off.

“I’m just offended I wasn’t told about this,” he slams his hand on his chest dramatically, “I thought were best friends, Nat!”

“Calm down it happened last night.”

“Ahh! Spare me the details!” He shields himself with his hands.

Nat flicks his head with her finger, “Not like that, you idiot. She had a nightmare.”

“Ouch! Okay! Okay!”

You watch them conversing and giggle while eating your sandwich.

“So what now, are we gunna have to bring Aunty Y/N/N to meet Laura and the kids, too?” he raises his eyebrow in question.

“We aren’t even official, yet! Slow. Down.” Nat lectures him.

“What? Can I not be excited that my lonely best friend is finally gotten her ass in a relationship?” He chuckles.

“We aren’t even officially dating, yet, Clint!!!”

You giggle, interrupting them, “Hey, Natty, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

She gives you a playful glare, smiles, and quietly says, “yes,” then turns back to Clint, “I hate you, Clintosaurus.”

“Aww, I love you too, bestie!”

“How does Laura tolerate you?” Nat punches his arm playfully.

“The same way you do,” he laughs and starts walking out.

Nat rolls her eyes at him and walks towards you, hugging you while you are still sitting on the bed.

“So, how’s my girlfriend’s morning going?”

You try to push her off, playfully complaining, “Ahhh! Stop! You are sweaty!!! Go shower!”

“Only if you join me,” she smirks.

”We have been dating for about two minutes, you goof!” You laugh, grabbing her shirt and pulling her forward, pressing your lips together softly. “Go shower, and I’ll go get ready in my room. Maybe then you can take me out on a proper date first.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll come pick you up from your room in 20” she says, walking towards the bathroom, “bye babe!”

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Pt. I

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spideesenses · 10 months

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Half a Heart → Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel x gn!reader

warnings: angsty

prompt: miguel has a difficult time balancing out work and his personal life; you have received the short end of the stick countless of times.

Midnight rolled around & the empty spot next to you remains cold. Your heavy heart aches. You tried not to cry, but once that pinch in your chest comes to light, you can’t help the knot that gets stuck in your throat.

This was the 12th time this month that Miguel had left you hanging without any form of communication. 12th time the two of you had planned for a date & him not show up. You understood that he ran a business, you weren’t entirely sure what the business was, only that you would be safer if you didn’t know & to trust Miguel. Him not showing up was only a portion of the issue… the other part was him not communicating. Would you still be a little disappointed if he did communicate? Yes, of course, anyone would be if plans fell through last minute. But you wouldn’t have to hold onto this sliver of hope that just maybe… he’d make it this time.

You started thinking about how he hardly texted you as it was. You weren’t exactly the clingy type. You could be at times, but as a full-time worker, you understood that obligations come up. To make sure you weren’t crazy, you pulled out your phone. You scrolled, making note of the conversations that you had & all of them, were conversations that you initiated.

Two weeks ago

You — 6:56 AM good morning love, i hope you have a great day today. i miss you so much. i’m off at 5 today. any chance we can order takeout and have a movie night?💕

Miggy Smalls — 7:12 AM Buenos dias mi vida. I should be good for a date night, only I’ll be home at around 9 the latest. That okay with you? Be safe, i miss you xo💋

You — 7:15 AM sounds good. should i order from that thai place up the street?

You — 5:20 PM miguel?

You — 6:01 PM i ordered your favorite. should be here in 2 hours and a half. let me know when you’re on the way home. stay safe

You — 8:10 PM oh! i saw this and it reminded me of you. thought you might have a laugh [attachment]

You — 9:32 PM hey, you on the way? im throwing your food in the microwave so it’s warm when you get here!

You — 11:24 PM haven’t heard from you. hope you’re okay. food’s in the fridge🥺

Miggy Smalls — 2:12 AM Dios mios, lo siento baby. I’ll make it up to you, I promise

Two weeks ago

You — 9:44 AM hi! thinking of you. i miss you😭 little bit extra today.

Miggy Smalls - 10 AM Does my baby need a hug delivered? I’ll stop by with some lunch too.

You — 10:03 AM oh please! and a kiss too, while you’re at it🥺

Miggy Smalls — 11:45 AM Omw baby. Hang tight

You — 2:12 PM thank you for coming to see me today. it was very special to me & meant a lot. i love you

Miggy Smalls — 3:54 PM I love you baby. Of course. Sorry it’s been a while since we’ve spent time together, work can be unpredictable at times

You — 4 PM all good. just try to talk to me more, so i can be understanding, okay?

It wasn’t all bad. Miguel had his moments where he would show up for some cuddles. He wouldn’t stay long, but those moments were sacred to you. You cherished those moments beyond his imagination. Of course you did, you had to with how rare they were.

Tears rolled down your face as you went through your messages. You missed him so much. More than words could fathom. And with every single fiber in your body, you wished that you could stop feeling this feeling. Missing him was painful. It felt like your body was operating without its heart. Like you were walking around with only one shoe.

It wasn’t always like this either. In the beginning, Miguel was the one texting and calling you first. He was showing up to your apartment with food and a movie, or a puzzle he picked up. Actually, one of your first quarrels was how he felt like you weren’t doing these things for him. And you felt like these were things he enjoyed, so you didn’t want to take it from him; so the resolution was you would take turns. But that Miguel feels like he’s millions of miles away, as if he’s a completely different person.

You tried your hardest to distract yourself, but the screaming red light of your digital clock reading 12:56 PM only mocked you. You couldn’t get the time of his day. Could you even consider this a relationship?

The memories slowly peeled away in your head. Good and bad. And you really began questioning if the good really could outweigh the bad.

A shadow drifts across your window, causing you to sit up, immediately wiping your face with the sleeve of Miguel’s hoodie. If an intruder was going to get you, you’d be damned if it were booger-faced crying.

Immediately, your heart starts to pound in your chest; if the intruder didn’t know any better, it’d almost be as if you were knocking at the window. You reached for your bedside lamp, clutching it at the base, raising your arm as the shadowed figure presses their fingers to push up the window. Without hesitating, you swipe the lamp at the unnamed stranger.

“Ow! Babe?” you hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed shut and turned to the side. You peeked your eyes and there he was in all of his glory.

“M-Miguel?” you sniffled. You couldn’t help it. You saw him and your heart tore. The weld in your throat tightened as you swallowed.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

Only it wasn’t.

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #alia writes

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reidsbookclub · 2 years

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Nicknames, Cake, and Kisses

AN: this was written for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday celebration. Happy birthday Emmy!!

Category: FLUFF Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!fem!reader

Summary: She finds a card each year on her birthday, he needs to know why everyone has a nickname but him. (sorry this summary is so bad)

Her birthday used to be a constant reminder of friendless birthday parties, divorced parents always fighting, and music she didn’t even like so loud that her head would always hurt. That was until she joined the BAU, where she finally understood what the meaning of spending your birthday with family meant. Every year someone would take turns bringing a cake, Penelope would make sure she felt like a queen but what would intrigue her the most is the anonymous card that would be left on her desk every morning before she walked in. This year’s card was accompanied by a vintage William Wordsworth book and a notebook referencing her favorite song “The Lakes” with the lyrics “auroras and sad prose” engraved on the cover, something that she had talked about wanting if only she could figure out who her secret admirer was but one this was for sure, this year, this year she was determined to find out who it was. What she failed to notice was Spencer’s evergrowing frown as she overhead every conversation she had with the team.

“Hey D, do you happen to know anything about this letter?” She asked Derek “no sorry y/l/n but happy birthday”

“Thanks, I need to ask the jefe (boss) now, I really need to know about this letter”

Somehow no one knew about wher this letter cam from, not JJ, D, Em or even Anderson.

She was on her way to ask Penelope about the mysterious card, surly her having access to all the security cameras must’ve seen something. But as she approached her office she overheard a talk between Spencer and Penelope, one that would have her thinking this was going to be the worst birthday ever.

“I don’t know Garcia, no one has ever called me a nickname” She overheard Spencer say

“What do you mean? Derek calls you Pretty Boy, JJ calls you Spence and-” “Yes but y/n she has special nicknames for all of you, all of you except me” He said in the most deflated tone he had ever heard him talk. “Don’t be silly Reid, she has a nickname for you, she calls you bean sprout and when shes really drunk she call you mei - whatever that means- whenever we talk about you during girl's night. Have you picked up her cake yet?”

Y/N was mortified, she knew that if there was one person who would be able to decipher her nickname towards Spencer, it would be Spencer himself.

Spencer POV

Mei, she calls me mei, the girl I’m in love with, the one I thought would never reciprocate my feelings calls me hers. I was so caught up with soriting out my feelings thanks to that new piece of information that I barely had time to register Penelope asking about the cake. Shit the cake, I still had to pick it up. But first I needed to find a way to let her know that I am hers, that my heart has belonged to her since the moment she said, “I heard you don’t shake hands so can we fist bump instead?”

I knew she had read the letter and that was when the idea began to form.

Heading to pick up the cake I asked for one more slight alteration. “ Hi, Im Spencer Reid here to pick up a cake for Agent Y/L/N” “Oh yes, let me get it for you” “Is there any way you could add “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” on the box?”

“Of course Agent Reid”

Shaking, i prepared myself to deliver the cake and subtly let her know I have been the oen behind all those letters. Would she think they were dumb? Would she laugh in my face? But why hasn’t she ever used those nicknames with me before?

Y/N POV

The minute the team gathered around my desk I knew that the long standing cake tradition was coming up. As soon as that whine box was placed on the table I could only gasp. There scribbled the phrase, “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” and I just knew that whoever brought this cake knew what was inside that letter and the gift that came along with it, but before I could even ask Spencer , mei bean sprout, asked “can-why-wha-why does everyone get a nickname but me?” He must of noticed confusion written across my face because he elaborated with, “you call Hotch, jefe, which I know is boss in Spanish, Derek is D, even Anderson has a nickname why why don’t I? And I know its a dumb thing to get upset about, especially on your birthday but Y/N I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me. I leave secret cards on your birthday, i leave a single rose during valentine’s day and I get those are not much but I thought you would realize, how else can I show you I love you?”

“Spencer, I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now, each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together. I do have a nickname for you- two actually- bean sprout because you quite literally tower over me, and mei which is–”

“mine, in Latin” he interrupts

“Yes, mine, because you my darling are the best thign thats ever been mine”

“Can I shut you up with a kiss now?”

“I’d be mad at you if you didnt, bean sprout”

“...sooo no cake?”

“Shut up Derek! Took the kid long enough, let them have this” Hotch mentioned.

“Hey, youre the best thing thats ever been mine too” Spencer whispered in my ear before pulling me into a kiss.

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pr33tylul · 2 years

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Hii i was wondering if u could do a fluffy smut with harry and the readers first time but if u aren’t comfortable with doing smut then maybe harry x reader first kiss?

First time

Hp x fem!reader

Warnings: cute fluffy smut, swearing, soft!harry

Year: 6th year

Being the only virgin in your friend group wasn't all that bad until your friends start to tease you about it.

"Just ask him!" Lavender brown said to me over the table. "No, im not going up to my boyfriend and just popping the question" I argue back. I look over the table to see harry laughing with ron and hermione. "Look just give y/n time, it'll happen eventually and when it does i want a full report." Katie wiggles her eyebrows playfully, causing all of us to laugh. "Does sex even feel that good? Maybe your just over exaggerating" I look at them all, there mouths were hung open. Lavender,katie,Leanne,Angelina start talking over eachother. "Speak one at a time." I say to them. "Well i mean you'll never know until you try it" Angelina looked at me with a smirk. I roll my eyes and continue to laugh and joke with them.

About 30 minutes pass and we are all done eating, we start to stand up. "Hey guys, im sleeping in harrys dorm tonight so ill meet you here in the morning?" They all turn to me, smirks appear and I roll my eyes again. "Oh merlin" I slap my head. "Yeah we'll meet you here tomorrow, but expecting a full report on what happeneds" Leanne whispers as they all leave me. I walk up to harry putting my arms around his torso.

"Hey, beautiful" he smiles as he kisses My head. "You ready?" I nodded as I let go of him and take his hand. walking to his dorm.

● ● ●

Another movie had ended, laying on his chest still thinking about the conversation I had with the girls. "What you thinking about babe?" I look up to see harry looking down at me. "Well..." i didn't really know how to put this still looking up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You know you can tell me anything right?" "Yeah, harry i know i just dont want to make this an awkward conversation." I sit up off of him as he then sits up. "Then dont, tell me whats on your mind?" I take a breath, looking at him again. "I want to have sex with you" as soon as I say it I wish I didn't, already making myself feel awkward.

He looked at me, in fact he didn't even feel awkward. "Its just, y/n your a virgin and i need your full consent, are you sure your ready? I dont want to push you into something you dont wanna do" I smile a little as I lean up and kiss him. "Im ready, im sure" harry nods connecting his lips with mine climbing on top of me, my back meeting his bed.

"Is it okay if i take off your top" he looks Down at me I nod looking at him. "Love, i need words" "yes, its okay" I smile as he takes it off. Not wearing anything underneath, my top half was completely exposed to him. "So beautiful" he whispers, sucking gently on my left nipple, nibbling lightly. My breathing becomes a little heavier. After a couple of minutes he switches to my right, giving them both the exact same amount of attention.

Now leaving small kisses down the valley of my boobs, moving slowly down getting closer and closer to the top of my pajama bottoms. He looked up at me for permission. "Yeah, take them off" I breath heavily as he slides them off carefully, revealing my panties.

He took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor then removing my panties and then dropping them to the floor. He bent down kissing my thighs, then kissing around my wet throbbing heat. He looks up at me. "If you want me to stop, tell me okay?" I nod.

Harry licked up her slit, doing that a couple of times until his lips wrapped around the small bud, slightly sucking. My back arched, moans started to leave my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, opening my legs even more. "Harry...thats fucking amazing" I blurted out, closing my eyes as my moans grew a little louder. He slid one finger into me, pumping it in and out slowly letting me get used to the small stretch. My moans now picked up my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He sat up pulling out his finger. Putting his lips on mine. He slides his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, gladly giving him it. Our tongues danced and swirled together, slightly tasting myself on the tip of his tongue. I reached down to touch him but not making it there as his hands pull my hands to the side of my head. "No baby...tonights about you, tonights about making you feel good." I swallowed then nodded. He sat up, getting off the bed and walking to one of his draws, pulling out a condom. He then removed his joggers, seeing his hard dick in his boxers. He also took them off. He climbed back on top of me opening the condom with his teeth, then putting it on himself. "You ready?" "Yeah, im ready." He kissed me again for a moment then slowly sliding himself in me why still kissing me. I gasp a little as he stops not fully in. "Shh, your okay" he whispers as he pushed the rest of him in me. Our breaths become heavier, foreheads touching, eyes closed. He pulls out then pushes himself in again. Feeling a different feeling that I just felt. "Harry you can move" I open my eyes and so does he. Nodding, slightly thrusting into me. I wrap my legs around him. "Fuck, your tight" he moans in my ear. "Harry, please. Faster" he didn't need to be told twice. He got harder and faster with each thrust, the both of our moans mixing to get her along with the sound of our skin clapping together. Harry kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, y/n felt an unfamiliar knot in her stomach. "Harry i think im gonna..." "cum...cum around me my love" he cut her off, not even seconds later she clenched around him letting go. Harry not long after her. He stopped both of them breathing heavily, "oh my..." y/n looked at him smiling away. He pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. Wrapping her in his arms. (Jist like the gif) "i love you" he kissed her cheek answering her. "I love you too"

#harry james potter #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry james potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you

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cumulo-stratus · 6 months

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hey pookie!!! I saw your requests are open and I know you’re doing flufftober but I would adore you even more (idk if that’s even possible) if you would write something about reader coming out as genderfluid to Spencer? Maybe they just got together and they are nervous about what he’ll say? Just tons of fluff!!! Love you 💋💋💋💗🫶 xoxo

Like We Always Do

(GIF NOT MINE)

Request: Yes/No

Pairing: Fiancé!Spencer x Genderfluid!reader

description: after Spencer proposes to his partner they decide they have to tell Spencer what they had been thinking about for months- and Spencer is always ready to support his partner

Warnings: fluff, possible swearing

A/N: Thank so much for the love/support ma biche!! this is such a cute idea i love it sm! just wanna let you know since on top of school and fencing im still catching on flufftober it wont be super quick, but ill try my best additionally, im going to mostly have reader be presenting/using masc/gn pronouns. Also pls let me know if there any inaccuracies since im not gender fluid myself- and I'll try to fix them right away! (Again im litteraly fucking obsessed with this idea it's so cute)

Spencer given y/n an absolutely wonderful day- they had a relaxing morning book shopping at spencers favorite local bookshop- but as the afternoon approached Spencer became more and more nervous. he had planned every moment in his head, and had been running through them continuously. Now spencer knew y/n would probably say yes- he had the statistics to back him up but he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming anxiety creeping through him. The train finally pulled to a stop at their station and the screeching of metal on metal and the ambient hum of people starting to shuffle off, startled spencer out of his pensive sort of trance. Knowing Y/N’s aversion to crowded spaces he took his hand and led him to another exit on the other end of the carriage- placing a small kiss on his boyfriends knuckles eliciting a small giggle from Y/n

After they made the last leg of their journey to the beautiful park where the couple nhad their first date- spencer led y/n a small path in the forested area, surrounded by bright orange and yellow and red trees. The autumn colored leaves swayed softly in the gentle breeze- causing an ambient rustling. Y/ns hand still grasped tightly in spencers they started their way down the path. They walked for about 30 minutes- conversation drifting everywhere from books to politics to work, and even a little bit of work gossip from y/ns job.

Finally they reached a spot that looked over a small pond- the sun starting to set and reflecting onto the water below.

They came to a stop and Spencer took y/n's hands in his- looking into his eyes. When y/n noticed Spencer's intense gaze they looked at him worriedly. Spencer couldn't help himself- the combination of the weight of the ring in his pocket, and y/ns caring gaze. Before he even realized what he was doing he was down on one knee, looking up at Y/n.

This caught Y/n completely off guard and they gasped- finally understanding what spencer was doing. And tears came to y/ns eyes as spencer asked them to marry him.

“Y/n, we’ve been together for 2 years- and it’s been some of the best 2 years of my life. Ive laughed, I’ve smiled- but most of all I’ve loved, and i want to love with you for the rest of my life…”

at this point y/n had tear tracks all over their cheeks and spencer looked up at y/n expectedly. And when y/n nodded yes excitedly spencer shot up from his kneeling position to pull Y/n into an extremely tight hug, at one point even picking them up and spinning them around. Finally spencer let go of his now fiance and looked them in the eyes, but thats when he noticed that y/ns face had fell. Spencer was immediately worried and took Y/ns hands in his again asking “love, is something wrong? are you okay?” Y/n only looked down, almost as if embarrassed or shameful.

“spence. I- i cant…”

"You can't what? Do you not like the ring? We can get another one!"

Y/m chuckled dryly at Spencer's worried demeanor and said

" No- I love the ring- I just can't accept it without telling you something..." he looked slightly relieved, but still concerned for his partner.

“love you can tell me anything, just go ahead”

y/n shut their eyes tight, bracing themselves for what they were about to do.

“i think im genderfluid..- ive been thinking about it for months now but i didnt tel you because i was scared of what you’d say but if we’re taking the next step i need to know you’ll accept me..”

At this point y/n was rambling, still avoiding looking at spencer. His gaze softened as y/n explained their thoughts. And spencer couldn’t help but take y/ns face in his hands, forcing them to look at him. And when they made eye contact, y/n trailed off. This gave spencer his opportunity to once again pour his heart out for the person in front of him.

“oh y/n.. i will always accept you. Regardless of your gender identity, your pronouns, how you dress, you’ll still be the same person thats gonna laugh with me, is gonna kiss me and is gonna hold e when i need it the most. Becuase that’s what you do y/n!” Spencer laughed a little when he said it, before continuing “you care for people endlessly..- and thats what makes you you. Not how you identify or what pronouns you use. So I’ll always accept you.. okay?”

Spencer looked into Y/ns eyes intently as he asked this, making sure y/n understood that he would love them eternally. y/n just nodded, to speechless at spencers response to form words. Finally spencer took y/n in a deep, passionate and loving kiss. And when they finally pulled away for that pesky air- spencer spoke again.

“I dont know exactly how it’s all gonna work-“ because despite spencers vast and encyclopedic knowledge, he didnt know much about being gender-fluid. “But we’ll figure it out together- like we always do.” Y/n looked up at spencer with complete love and adoration in their eyes and responded simply with

“Like we always do..”

The end

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x genderfluid! reader #ask #ask cumulus #request

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inhibitionfreewriting · 8 months

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okay so, i definitely got off track of the initial way i planned on writing this, but i got into a groove and... just gonna put it into (at least) 2 parts.

jerma x reader x ludwig (part one)

it starts totally innocuous, you're helping on dollhouse and end up just getting in with the two of them. you click at one of the end of day get-togethers. jerma makes you laugh first and then lud comes over to investigate what's going on and they've both got you doubled over. you end up getting food together and just spend more hours than you should have talking. by the end of the dollhouse event, you're in a group chat with the two of them and by the end of the first week of it existing, it's... always active.

you start to send good morning and good night messages, talk about your day even when they're busy and when they catch up on the memes and stuff you send. they're both busy bees so you know they get back to you when they can, but at some point it starts to make you sad when it's got long periods in between. not just that platonic sad but... longing. you're a little embarrassed over it, but it doesn't really come to an apex when you send a very tired 'ok love you guys im goin to bed'

it makes them both panic separately for the same reason but they don't talk about it on the side. ludwig replies immediately without thinking, 'love you 2, sweet dreams' and jerma replies 49 minutes later after trying to not overthink it (but did for all 49 minutes) a very simple 'love you'. he thinks about deleting it too, or changing it, but he thinks it's better not to and manages to go to bed after some tossing and turning. (and putting on something mind-numbing on his ipad) but that first time comes and goes and it just becomes routine to say it all the time. all the time.

it's not until you go hang out with jerma again that the energy is just.. different, not bad, just different. maybe even a little awkward. your hands are a little sweaty but you two spend the entire night playing dumb shit on the switch and you cook dinner together and somewhere along the line you're sitting next to each other and blurt out that you both miss Ludwig and then laugh and are like haha y-you too? but there's the electricity between the two of you too, and he invites you to stay the night "not like that of course... i mean unless you-" "yes" and you share your first kiss and it's fun and you still just...

you're both still thinking about Ludwig, and he knew you were hanging out but didn't realize it was a date and he feels this empty pit in his stomach because the two of you aren't talking to him even though he knows it's because you two are hanging out. and there's this seed of not jealousy but sadness because he isn't there too.

ludwig comes out with an awkward confession after you and jerma start to hang out more and more. "kinda hate when you guys go on dates tbh" tone is impossible to read through text and you prod him on why and after the conversation starts to get heated you open a call, and it. for what it's worth, the civility between you and ludwig lasts exactly 3 sentences and jerma is really trying to just mediate but once you both start yelling it's impossible (but he definitely feels like he's listening to two children bicker).

"it was one date and we've only seen each other twice! out with it, why is it such a problem only now?? it was two days where you were busy anyway so it's not like we skipped out on a night time video call!"

"that's not the fucking problem!"

"you didn't say anything when jeremy asked you if it was okay?? he asked you!"

"because it's not just you!! it's both of you, both of you are the problem."

"what does that even mean?? how is it--"

"wait, both of us? stop let lud talk"

you stopped out of indignance, almost throwing your headphones down instead of listening to whatever he had to say but with your arms crossed and mouse hovered over the leave call button, you stayed. you couldn't tell if ludwig had walked away from his computer or if he had muted his microphone and just gave up on talking. jerma breaks the silence first and cracks a half hearted joke, "i-i think this is the longest he's gone without talking to us. i don't think we've ever heard him this quiet for so long" it gets the driest chuckle out of you, almost like a pity laugh, but ludwig groans loudly and it genuinely cracks you up further. you can almost see it as he sighs, too, the way his hands are braced against his forehead and it's wrinkled with frustration.

"i fucking... it feels like shit knowing you two are hanging out and i'm all the way in los angeles. it's not just... one of you, it's both of you, i don't know. saying that out loud feels so fucking dumb." but you both scrambled to interject, explaining that you both felt that way too. neither of you knew how to bring it up and that it had been plaguing you especially hard, feeling like one side of the feelings were fake, both jerma and ludwig were scared that it would wildly change the dynamic the three of you had.

but it didn't.

#polyship #jerma x reader #ludwig x reader #jerma x reader x ludwig #bunny writes #we love romance

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minho-hoho · 2 years

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Yandere!TREASURE middle line meeting reader for the first time

Hyung Line

GENRE - yandere, fluff?

PAIRING - yandere!TREASURE x gn!reader

WARNING - slight obsession, cursing, mostly love at first sight

REQUESTED - yes, by @writerfrommoon (did you like the previous part?? really hope you like this one!!)

WC - 1.5k

NOTE - no second part of mine has ever come so fast lol, but I was inspired since it's quite new, im always in my treasure feels sooo, and low-key hoping to find more teumes because I somehow became a huge one! btw sorry if it's shorter?? like I'm not really consistent so really sorry about that. also reader has sister or brother in some so sorry if you don't have one lol, just pretendd. also im in luv w Jaehyuk

MASTERLIST

TAKATA MASHIHO 高田ましほ

As you frequently did, you had your weekly weekend sibling date with your sister.

This time, you decided to have a brunch and then go to this new golf course about an hour from where you both lived. You were quite excited despite you doubting your golfing skills, either way, at least your sister was going to help you.

After having eaten well you both departed and went happily on your way to the golf course.

You and your sister both arrived and after some explaining from your sister you started to play. Despite the great explanations offered by your sister you still managed to play quite poorly and you were starting to get quite discouraged. As your sister was winning on the other side you sat on the ground defeated.

As you were bathing in your misery and embarrassment, you failed to notice that someone was approaching until they touched your shoulder.

“Having a hard time?” A young man grinned at you. “Yeah... Golf is really not my strength apparently.” You laughed sadly.

“Don't worry, it wasn't for me either but practice is what helped me!” He told you enthusiastically.

“I don't think any practice can help me at this point. I mean I've scored one and it's been half an hour, and I'm pretty sure the wind helped me score.” You lamented. “Well, I'm what some people would call a pro. How about I teach you the ways of a pro?” He extended a hand your way. You flashed the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before grabbing his hand and getting up.

As he helped you, he was sure to be lovestruck, glad to have found love at first sight. “I think we should hangout more often. Let's exchange numbers!” You exchanged numbers before going back home with your sister with who you rambled about your encounter.

YOON JAEHYUK 윤 재혁

After working hard during the morning, you decided to treat yourself during one of your breaks to go eat at the nearest café.

You entered the busy place and after a few minutes you managed to order something. Through the dozens of people you managed to find an empty table, you hurried there and sat down, waiting for your order. You were just mindlessly scrolling through social media and didn't pay much attention to your surroundings.

After about ten minutes, you heard a male voice greeting you, making you look up from your phone. A young man was smiling at you asking if it was fine for him to sit to your table. You smiled shyly, assuring him that it was fine. As you were about to go back to scrolling, the man started to talk to you. Normally, you would have been a little bit annoyed, but this time you ended up quite interested in the conversation you both shared, and you noticed his attractive features which you couldn't help but stare at.

After a few minutes your orders arrived and you both continued chatting as you were enjoying your drinks. You both lost track of time and were just appreciating each other's presence.

After receiving a notification you saw the time and realised it was time for you to say good bye to your new found friend and go back to your workplace. “Oh my... I'm going to be late, I need to go back to work.” you sighed. “But I'll talk to you later okay?” Jaehyuk nodded wistfully as he waved at you. As he finished his drink his drink he daydreamed of you a faint blush creeping up on his cheeks.

HAMADA ASAHI 浜田朝光

You sighed as you entered the car and sat next to your brother.

“Do I really have to come? I have better things to do than to watch you practice you know.” You reluctantly took the seatbelts in your hand. “Oh my god. Would it really kill you to support your brother?” he rolled his eyes “Either way, you're coming with me, whether you like it or not. Now, hurry up and put your seatbelt on, I don't to want to be late.” You did as told. You whined during the 20 minutes way to his football club. “Alright, we have plenty of time before we actually start practising. How about I present you to my team mates, hm?”

“If it makes you happy” you shrugged. Your brother dragged you to his team mates as you tried to follow his lead with difficulty. “What's up guys. I'm finally presenting you my very supportive sibling, Y/N” You rolled your eyes. “Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you all.” You bowed. As you all chatted, you ended paying a lot more attention to a boy who seemed more reserved than the rest of your brother's team mates. You learned that his name was Asahi, and while he didn't speak up often, you made sure to pay a lot of attention to each word he spoke.

During breaks, instead of talking to your brother you often found yourself going to talk to him. You really liked learning about him and his interests as you both shared a few. Everyone could see that you were getting really interested in Asahi and were leaving you two alone, so you could get to know each other better.

Unfortunately, the practice had to end and you were sadder than what you imagined when you heard it was time for you to go back home. “Well, I guess it's time for me to get going...” you trailed off. “I'll come next time, but in the meantime, here's my number.” You both exchanged numbers.

He smiled, “Make sure to text me when you get home” you nodded before rushing to the car, where your brother was screaming your name.

You sat down and put your seatbelt on and looked through the windows.

“I see that you've found a new boyfriend, huh.” your brother smirked.

“Oh shut up and drive.” You rolled your eyes, feeling yourself feeling fuzzier inside at the mention of Asahi.

BANG YEDAM 방 예담

Today was the perfect day to add some pictures to your portfolio. The weather was great, there wasn't too much sun outside and you knew that not a lot of people would frequent your local park. You packed up your gear and promptly went to the park. You found a great spot, and started to set up every thing that was needed to take the best shots taken in that park. You took shots of the nature surrounding you, but you weren't totally satisfied with your work. Something was missing and you didn't know what and it was frustrating you. You sat on the grass wondering how you could improve your photos in anyways when you heard a voice for behind you. You swiftly turned your head to face the person.

“I see that someone else found my spot.” The guy behind you smiled making you shy.

“Yeah, I'm sorry. I was trying to fill my portfolio a little” you took your portfolio in your hands. “But I feel like something's definitely missing, and I don't know what to do.” You sighed in despair. He came closer to you. “I'm not a professional photographer or anything, but I do like taking photos in my free time. Can I take a look at your pictures?” You nodded and gave him your camera. “I think you should definitely add a model in there.” He said jokingly, looking for your reaction.

“That's genius...” you said feeling more inspired.

“Really? That was just a dumb suggestion of mine.”

“No no. That is pure genius. How about you become my model?” You asked him excitedly. His eyes widened as he released a shy chuckle, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“I mean, if you insist...” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

And with that, you did your little photoshoot session in the park. You were very much satisfied of your shots, and werr thrilled to show the results to your new found model.

“Okay, so here's the results. I'm really proud of them actually.” You handed him your camera. His mouth was slightly agape, as he looked through the pictures, unable to believe he could look this good. “So what do you think?” You smiled proudly.

“I can't believe that's me on those photos”

“I know right? You are literally the best model I've had.” He giggled unable to look at you, feeling flattered and quite embarrassed. His giggles sounded just like music to your ears and you wanted to make him happy like this even more.

“Now don't be shy, I'm only saying the truth.” You smirked earning another giggle from him. “So Yedam... How about you became my official model?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean... If that's what you want, I can't refuse such an offer.” He flashed you an adorable smile that you wished you could have taken a picture of.

“I can't wait for us to work together in the future and for us to get closer.” You smiled at him making Yedam even redder.

He nodded, “Me too.”

“After such a successful photoshoot how about I treat you to somewhere? I'm kinda hungry after this.” You chuckled.

You both went to a local restaurant before parting ways, eager to talk to each other once you had time to.

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Would I chill with them in highschool? (127 edition)

This is something that has run through my mind alot of times and also THIS ENTIRE THING IS NOT SERIOUS 100%

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𝘛𝘈𝘌𝘐𝘓

Respectfully, I would forget he's in my class every now and then just because I feel like I wouldn't talk to him a whole bunch. He's someone I would stare at alot bc he's hot, and everytime I think we would interact it'll be like a group project or sum? But idk if he'd be a bestie, he'd be a acquaintance that I can trust.

𝘑𝘖𝘏𝘕𝘕𝘠

SEE CAUSE IM 50/50, I would want to be his friend but he'd be so popular that he wouldn't have time for me😭✋🏾. I would want to talk to him but every chance I'd have he'll get snatched up by another friend, I feel like he would be a friend more than a best friend. I'd be like "oh yeah my friend johnny" Because he would have too many best friends but he'd refer to me as best friend bcuz he's very friendly.

Would also unexpectedly hug me? Like we see each other in the morning and he'd be like "wassup!" And go in for a hug...AND I'D ACCEPT FUCK IS YOU TALKIN BOUT🙄🤞🏾

𝘛𝘈𝘌𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘎

See cause since most of the time my friend group happens to be quiet but still chaotic people and I think taeyong would fit right in my friend group.

40%quiet

10%hoe

50%chaotic

I'd definitely see him as bestie, I HAVE URGE TO BABY MY FRIENDS SO I'D BABY HIM ALOT. I see myself walking in hallways going to the next class with him most of the time, We'd be the "You never see them without one another" type besties.

𝘠𝘜𝘛𝘈

HELP IDK WITH YUTA— shiii he'd be a sneaky link fuck is you talkin bout🥱🥱 I see him as someone I'm not really friends with, more like, mutual friends. Like we don't talk without the others around and when we do it's very short conversations or it's just..straight up flirting 💀💀, sometimes we'd end sitting next to each other and strike up a random conversation. Feeling like the deepest convo I'd have with him is "are mermaids real?" DEEPEST CONVO EVER DUDE. But I think we'd be close to the point if someone was to bother me he'd stans up for me🤭🤞🏾

𝘋𝘖𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘎

HELP WE'D EITHER BE VERY VERY CLOSE OR NOT KNOW EACH OTHER AT ALL😭 I feel like doyoung is someone in my friend group, secretly a psychopath but is just a sassy drama queen on the outside, he would be someone I'd just be dying laughing off of from simply existing.

He's someone I would copy my homework off of, he just seems like the type to do his homework and on my lazy days I'll just contact him.

WOULD NOT TRUST HIM WITH MY SECRETS NOPE. HE WOULD BLURT IT OUT BY ACCIDENT AND THEN BE LIKE "😲" AS IF I SAID MY OWN SECRET😭😭

𝘑𝘈𝘌𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘕

He's someone I'd think would bully tf outta me but then when I talk to him he's the total opposite, I'd sit next to him for my comfort if I had a rough day or I'll vent to him because all his vocab would be "wow." "Ok." "That's nice." "Damn." "I'm sorry." SAY MORE WORDS JEFFERY 😭✋🏾, ofc I'd have a crush on him tf you think this is? (As well as, all the others🙇🏾‍♀️). I feel like he'd know I like him but don't say anything because it's nothing new to him, WOULD DEFINITELY DO SHIT TO MAKE ME SWEAT AND ACT AS IF HE'S INNOCENT. For example, I'm talking and then he puts his hand on my thigh and I'll be like

"Uhm- oh- so..as I was saying-"

"Mhm go onnn"

Like jaehyun what is the reason?

Omg Kris x Jaehyun🤨 NO LEMME STOP. Unless...?

We walk to class together sometimes, but I'm still with Taeyong.

Definitely met through Johnny or Taeyong.

𝘑𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘞𝘖𝘖

BESTIE FOR SUREEEE. He's someone I'd stare at and be like " I wanna be his friend." (Yes that's how I manifest friendships leave me tf alone✋🏾), HES THE ONE THAT WILL HAVE ME DO NOTHING IN CLASS. Would get me kicked out the class cause his goofy ass,he's the one that I'd go out with 24/7 bc he'd force me to go out with him. Weird enough would pretend to be my boyfriend outside of school bc of creeps even without me asking, if I get paired up with him in a project best believe that project is getting submitted SO LATE😭. But the teacher knows we are besties so they'd never pair us up.

"Bitch my partner is so fucking weird–"

"What happened now jungwoo?😭"

We'd greet each other like "BESTIEEEEEEEE" or "BIIIIIITCCHHHHHHH"

𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘒

Oh no baby...he not a friend,bestie,acquaintance,or mutual friend. HE'S MY BOYFRIEND🙄🤞🏾, well before that he would obviously be a bestie. He'll be my first for EVERYTHING; first "date"(bc he'd be too awkward to say it's a date), first kiss, first time (🤭🤭 me's a freaky gal), he's the mf that I would introduce to my family after a week of knowing him I HAVE FAITH IN HIM. He's the mf that'll have me late up at night on the phone with and swearing to end the call bc we're tired but we said that 3 hours ago. EVERYONE WHO'S IN MY LIFE WOULD KNOW ABT HIM. Him, Taeyong, and I would always walk together. He's the mf that I'd have a dating rumor with and get shipped with (I wouldn't mind but I was decline them so I won't get my ass beat by my mom💀 just kidding!) I'd have so many deep convos with him but they all last 5 minutes bc our topics go on and on (ft yuta), I guess he's the one that introduce me to yuta. Yeah. He introduce me to everyone tbh, BUT MARK IS A 4LIFER FR FR😋🤞🏾.

𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘕

I've been waiting for this one, TURN IT UP! We'd be besties for sure but it'll be so SO chaotic, I've dealt with Geminis before (I'm a sag btw) AND NOTHING BUT CHAOS😭 OMG HES THE ONE ID HAVE ARGUMENTS WITH BUT THEN MAKE UP WITH IN THE MATTER OF 15 MINUTES, would bother me 24/7 I have no breaks with this man, I either would have dating rumors with him or Mark. Point blank. I'm also getting nothing done in class with him😭😭, ass smacking competitions🤗💞 ( I win<333) but he smacks really hard😕 since this mf is funny 24 hours in the day he'd be the most funny in algebra bc he knows neither of us are paying attention 😭. Haechan actually reminds me of a best friend I use to have and now I feel like I could compare, he would call me MAD pet names as he does all his friends. Have the most embarrassing stories with him, and photos.

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Was this me being delulu? Probably. I just have an urge sometimes to put myself in situations like this, I love headcanoning my own self sometimes🤭💞

So my friend group would be: Taeyong,Mark,Haechan,Doyoung, and Jungwoo.. The chaos is definitely there😋🤞🏾

BYE BESTIE BOOS🤗❤

#nct 127 #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #they have a CHOKEHOLD on me #jung jaehyun #haechan #johnny suh #nakamoto yuta #doyoung #mark lee #taeil #lee taeyong #kim jungwoo #stream 2 baddies #imma just leave this here #im just gonna post this bc i have nothing else to post

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