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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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no nut november — i.n (loser #2)

pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (18+), dry humping, messing around with clothes on

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi and i's collab <3

word count: 2.9k

To say you were suspicious when Minho approached you at the surprise birthday party Jisung threw for him (over a week late) would be an understatement. He was one of the friends who would only come to you when he needed something, and you assumed this time was no different.

“Happy birthday?” you offer, wondering if that’s what he was expecting.

He’s unfazed by your greeting in the form of a question and just smiles, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Thanks.”

You stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to get to whatever it was he wanted from you but he stares right back with that stupid grin of his.

“So, um, were you surprised?”

“Not really. Hannie talks in his sleep and he crashed while we were watching a movie together the other night. But hey, anyway, you like Jeongin, right?”

You’d have whiplash by now if you weren’t so used to Minho’s abrupt subject changes. This one, however, did manage to catch you a bit off guard.

“Of course I do. He’s a good friend.”

“But you like him as more than a friend.” He wasn’t asking, he was stating.

You blink, stunned. “Wh- I don’t-”

“Come on, don’t play dumb. I can see the way you look at him when you think no one’s paying attention.”

Well fuck. If Minho of all people had noticed your crush on Jeongin, who else knew? Did Jeongin know? Did everybody know?

“Relax, I'm not going to tell him,” he continues when he sees the look on your face. That wasn’t necessarily what you were worried about but good to know nonetheless. He sneaks a look at the younger member from across the room as he talks. “I just thought that you should know that he likes you too.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“You know I’m like one of his best friends, right?

“I-I mean, yeah, but...”

“And we live together, he literally never shuts up about you,” Minho adds. He raises his eyebrows expectantly but you don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say. “You don’t believe me?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t believe you… it’s just, why are you telling me?”

Minho shrugs. “Think of it as a favor.”

“Since when have you done anyone a favor?”

“Ouch.”

“I’m serious,” you insist warily. “You’re acting weird. Why are you suddenly so invested in me and Jeongin? You have to have some kind of stake in this.”

Minho sighs and drops his head, which confirms your suspicions. “Okay, fine. Here’s the deal...”

Jeongin’s pleasantly surprised when you approach him at Minho’s birthday party. You’re one of his good friends but it’s rare that the two of you ever spend time alone together. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just gets so nervous around you. He can barely get a word out when you’re in the room, which is why when he sees you making your way across the room he prays for strength and holds his breath.

“Hey,” you say casually, sliding into the seat next to him, and Jeongin feels his heart rate pick up almost immediately. “Bored already?”

Jeongin chuckles. “What gave it away?”

“Well, you’re sitting over here all by yourself. It wasn’t very hard to guess.”

“Yeah, I guess I should mingle more,” he sighs and puts his hands on his knees to push himself up.

“Wait, but not now! I just got here.”

Jeongin’s half-relieved he doesn’t have to move from his spot, half-panicked because now he’s forced to have this one on one conversation with you. He started sweating the minute you walked in the door how the fuck was he supposed to get through this in one piece.

“Oh, right, sorry.”

“Did you get Minho a birthday present?” you ask, thankfully skirting right past Jeongin trying to ditch you.

He nods. “I did.”

“What’d you get him?”

“It’s a secret.”

“You didn’t get him anything, did you?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was in the mail?”

“No.”

“I forgot,” Jeongin admits sheepishly. “I always get the guys birthday gifts after the fact. I’m terrible at that stuff.”

“You can just add your name to mine, if you want,” you offer. “People group us together all the time anyway.”

“Wha- they do?”

“Yeah, you know like whenever I show up at the dorms the boys are always like ‘Jeongin’s in his room’, ‘Jeongin will be right out’. ‘Jeongin isn’t here right now, I thought he’d be with you’. Do they not say that stuff to you?”

“Uh, no. Not really.”

Probably because they all know about his giant fucking crush on you.

“Oh.”

You sound disappointed. Fuck. How does he always manage to put his foot in his mouth?

“I mean, because they just tease me right in front of you anyway.”

“They just like giving you a hard time,” you reason.

“So you’re on their side now?”

You crook an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize there were sides.”

“There are.”

“Then I’m on your side, obviously.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause you’re friends with all of us, not just me.”

“Yeah, but you’re my favorite.”

Jeongin isn’t sure if he totally believes you but he’s elated regardless. He beams at you.

“You’re my favorite too.”

He doesn’t know why, but after Minho’s birthday party, things between him and you feel different. The next time he sees you is on that Saturday, the fifth. You come over for game night like you do every weekend, and you take your spot next to Jeongin as usual. Everything seems normal. But it isn’t. Jeongin can feel it in the stiffness of your posture, in the nervous tapping of your foot against the hardwood floor.

The night progresses as smoothly as any other game night, with Jeongin losing every single one, but he can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.

You’re not mad at him, he knows that. You still laugh at his dumb jokes, you still let him cheat off of you, both good signs.

When Felix calls for a break, Jeongin takes the opportunity to lean over and check in.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You jump in your seat a little like you hadn’t been expecting him to address you, which was fair because he was usually too much of a coward to, and turn to face him. “Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yup. Just fine.”

“Not good?”

“Neither good, nor bad,” you say with a shrug.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

You open your mouth to answer but Felix’s voice from the kitchen cuts you off as he calls out to suggest that the group of you watch a movie instead of finishing the game of Uno you were currently playing.

“You never want to watch movies,” Hyunjin says, scrunching his face in confusion.

“Yeah, you’re only suggesting that because you’re losing!” Seungmin adds.

Felix comes into the room, hands on his hips, and lips pursed. “Do you want to watch How to Train Your Dragon or not?”

Seven and a half minutes later, you’re all on the couch watching Hiccup struggle with his daddy issues. Jeongin didn’t have much say in the matter but you had seemed eager to watch the movie so obviously he was… also eager. To watch the movie.

A lot of the guys’ girlfriends were over so you asked Jeongin to share a blanket with you, seeing as there were only so many to go around.

He agrees, of course, even though he isn’t cold. If anything, he’s overly warm. He hopes you can’t feel the heat radiating from his body.

It’s hard to focus on the movie with you so close, not that he was really interested in it in the first place, but then you snuggle close to Jeongin and rest your head on his shoulder and his brain short circuits. You must feel his body tense because you sit back up immediately after, frowning.

“No, you can lay back down,” Jeongin insists, going as far as craning his neck in the opposite direction to give you more room.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you mumble.

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” he asks.

“Because you’re being all weird.”

“I’m not-”

“Hey, you two,” Jisung hisses from the other couch, “could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

Jeongin apologizes and you shift away from him, crossing your arms over your chest. He’s really done it now. He tries to remedy the situation by scooting closer but you don’t even look at him.

From across the room, Jeongin makes eye contact with Minho, who gives him a look as if to say what the fuck are you doing?

Minho’s been trying to get Jeongin to make a move on you for months now, claiming to be tired of listening to him pine over you from afar, but Jeongin knows his friend really just wants him to be happy, put himself out there and all that. Minho’s been especially insistent ever since the eight of them made that stupid bet. He’s somehow under the impression that if Jeongin tells you how he feels it’ll eliminate him as competition. But for that to happen, you would have to like him back.

He doubts he’ll win No Nut November anyway, girlfriend or not. Hell, half the reason he acts so strange around you is because he’s using up all of his energy trying not to get hard. All you have to do is smile at him and his dick will twitch in his pants. In fact, he knows tonight after you go home he’ll just lay in bed, hard and aching with thoughts of you as he wills his cock to soften on its own.

But at least he wouldn’t be the first loser. Jisung made sure of that by losing on the second day of the month. Everyone saw it coming.

Jeongin’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of you yawning.

“Are you tired?” he asks softly, not wanting to get scolded by his members for talking again.

“A little.”

“Do you want to lay down in my room? You could stay the night if you want, I know it’s getting late.”

“That’d be great, Innie, thanks.” You smile sleepily at him and reach for his hand. “Will you come with me? I don’t want to go by myself, I’d feel weird.”

Jeongin nods, brain going on autopilot as he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. No one questions where the two of you are going, either too engrossed in the movie to notice, or too uninterested to care.

You flop down on his bed as soon as the door’s shut behind you. Jeongin chuckles.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

“I will,” you hum.

Despite the fact that the two of you don’t spend much time together, it isn’t uncommon for you to end up in Jeongin’s bed. He offers it to you whenever you decide to stay over because he doesn’t want you driving yourself home if you’re tired or if you’ve been drinking. He always takes the couch even though you’ve pointed out that his bed is big enough for the both of you. He doesn’t trust himself not to embarrass himself if he were to entertain the idea.

“I know you wore jeans tonight so you can borrow something of mine to sleep in if you want.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just sleep in my underwear,” you say as you start to unzip your pants. “Unless that bothers you?”

Jeongin’s eyes widen at the sight and he spins on his heel to face the wall and give you privacy.

“N-no, that’s fine,” he squeaks out.

“You don’t have to turn away, Jeongin. It’s not like I’m a stranger.”

He ignores you and only turns back around once he hears you slide underneath the covers, knowing that he’d instantly get hard if he did any sooner.

“I know, I just... uh, let me know if you need anything else,” he says and heads for the door.

“Wait,” you call after him. “Won’t you stay with me?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he says slowly.

You huff in frustration and throw back the covers. “I-I don’t understand. I should have never listened to Minho-”

“Minho? What’s Minho got to do with this?”

You look guilty all of the sudden, and Jeongin’s drops as his brian conjures up every possible scenario that involves you and Minho talking about him. None of them are good.

“Y/n?” he prompts again.

“He told me that he knew I had feelings for you and that you had feelings for me too, and then he told me about that idiotic bet you all made and tried to get me in on it, I guess to seduce you or something? But obviously he doesn’t know what he’s talking about because you don’t even like me!”

It’s entirely too much information for Jeongin’s brain to process at once. All he can focus on is that you have feelings for him???

“You have feelings for me?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“Did you listen to anything else I just said?” you huff.

“Not really.”

“Yes, I’ve had a big fat crush on you for forever now, thanks for noticing.”

“Really?”

“Really. Are you going to make me say it again?”

“I kind of want to,” Jeongin admits, finally feeling brave enough to approach you on his bed.

“That’s mean.”

“Why? I have a crush on you too, silly.”

You blink in surprise. “What?”

“Minho wasn’t messing with you. He was right.”

“You like me?”

“How could I not?”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you scoff.

Jeongin rolls his eyes at you and pouts. “You just make me nervous, okay? I can’t function around a pretty girl.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

He nods and takes your hand. “The prettiest.”

He’s not sure who makes the next move, probably you, but then you’re kissing. Your arms are wrapped around Jeongin’s neck, pulling him down close to you as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Clumsily, he climbs onto the bed with you and slots himself in between your legs, moaning into your mouth a little when his hand brushes against your bare thigh.

You already sound breathy and desperate for him and it spurs him on further, hips grinding into you instinctively. He’s practically fully hard in his sweats, there’s no way you can’t feel it, but you don’t seem to mind. If anything, it turns you on even more.

You’re the first to break away, though, pushing on Jeongin’s chest to put more distance between you. “Wait, wait, the bet! Don’t you want to win?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it. “Fuck the bet.”

Jeongin kisses you again, letting his hands travel beneath your shirt and up to your tits. He traces your curves, outlining each one, before moving down to your underwear. It seems that you have a similar train of thought because you reach for the waistband of his pants at the same time, but he stops you with a sheepish grin.

“This is really embarrassing, but I haven’t jerked off in like a week so I won’t last long.”

You smile against his lips. “It’s okay, Innie. We can just go again if you cum too fast. We have all the time in the world now.”

The assurance is all he needs to relax. You begin to palm him over his sweats and it becomes very apparent to Jeongin that he’s going to cum way faster than he wants to. He whines, actually whines, and bucks his hips into your hand.

“Shhh, the others are still outside,” you remind him.

“S-sorry.”

You giggle and pull him in for another kiss as he fumbles for the waistband of your panties, wanting to make you feel good too. He dips his thumb beneath the fabric, lower and lower until you’re moaning and arching your back off the bed.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” you whisper.

Jeongin keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles, while he works the rest of his hand into your underwear. He figures that if he can’t make you cum on his cock, his fingers will have to do. He’s been told that he has nice hands on more than one occasion, and he’s gotten good reviews from partners in the past, so it’s kind of like a failsafe for him.

“Shit, you’re wet,” Jeongin breathes.

“Do you believe I like you now?”

For some reason, that’s what does it for him. He shudders and falls forward into you as he cums in his pants.

“Oh god, sorry, sorry,” he groans.

There’s so much of it too, it seeps through the material of his sweatpants and onto your hand and he’s mortified.

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” you soothe, rubbing his back as he comes down. “You told me it was going to happen, I expected it.”

“But still.”

“It really isn’t a big deal, Innie. If anything, I think it’s hot that I have that effect on you. And you can go again right?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes! Yeah, just give me like, ten minutes.”

You laugh and pet his hair. “Well in that case, I can think of a lot of things we can do in ten minutes, can’t you?”

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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Until the Chaos is Through - Eddie Munson

Part Two - What Remains in the Wake

Part Three - Blessed Silence After This Mayhem

Part Four - Heinous Regret With No Salvation

Summary: Your boyfriend Eddie is becoming distant. You pray that it's not what you think.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 4.0k

Warnings: angst, maybe steve x reader if you squint, implied/referenced cheating, one tiny blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to oral sex

a/n: kind of based on complex by katie gregson-macleod and doomsday by lizzy mcalpine. ouch.

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Eddie was a good boyfriend.

He did all the corny things that boyfriends do. He dropped you home from school. He bought you flowers for your birthday. He took you on dates.

But sometimes, he was forgetful.

Sometimes he forgot to tell you that he was staying late for D&D, leaving you to stand outside waiting for him, watching your bus out of the corner of your eye as it pulled out of the school, convincing yourself that he would be out any second.

Sometimes he would ditch date nights for D&D campaigns. Which wasn’t necessarily a problem, but it was when you were sitting at the diner by yourself, Benny giving you a pitying look across the counter.

But Eddie loved you. And he always made it up to you.

“I have a deal this afternoon,” he said to you at lunch, flicking through his newest D&D manual.

You looked up from your food. “Oh, I thought you were taking me home from school?”

He chewed on his muesli bar. “Can’t today, sorry. This is a big deal and I need the money.”

“Right,” you said, eyes returning to the table. “Who’s it with?”

Eddie didn’t look at you. “Chrissy Cunningham. Some big party this weekend, so the elite want heaps of different shit.”

You frowned. Chrissy Cunningham was nice enough, but her purchasing history was becoming extensive and frequent. It seemed like she was buying form Eddie every other week, sometimes every week. “Cool.”

You could see Eddie’s eyes on you. “Are you OK?” His head was cocked to the side, hair catching on shoulders where his black t-shirt that you’d bought him a few months ago was pulling slightly tighter. He wasn’t wearing a jacket today, which was slightly unusual, leaving his tattoos on display.

“I’m fine,” you told him, packing up your tray.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I forgot I had to get a book from the library for Mr. Hauser’s class next period,” you lied.

Eddie nodded. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, Eddie.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you walked away. You felt stupid, trying to hold back tears as you walked through the halls to your locker. Eddie hadn’t even done anything wrong, but you couldn’t help but think about how a few months ago, he would have offered to come with you to the library.

He wouldn’t have blown you off for a deal like he had. He would have asked you to wait for him while he hastily made the deal, then driven you home or back to his place, or anywhere just because he wanted to spend time with you.

Lately, it seemed like the only time you spent with him was at school, or when you sought him out.

Even then, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. He always brushed your questions off, citing school or his next gig as the reason he was so caught up in his own mind.

You had tried to not let it bother you, but the feeling of doubt and insecurity would creep in when you least expected it; when you were sitting beside him at lunch, or when he was playing at The Hideout and his eyes didn’t try to seek you out like normal.

That feeling would settle within your bones, trying to find a home beneath the love that you felt for him.

And he hadn’t even done anything wrong. That was the worst part.

He just seemed off.

But that wasn’t a reason to be concerned.

Eddie loved you, and he told you all the time.

That afternoon, standing beside the school, you were surprised to see Steve leaned against his car, waving at you.

“Hey,” he said, as you sided up to him.

“Hey, Steve. What are you doing here?”

He gestured to the school with his head. “Picking up Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair.”

“Still on transport duty?”

He laughed. “You bet.” His eyes searched the way you’d come from. “Where’s Eddie?”

At the reminder of Eddie’s absence, your mood darkened. “He’s, uh—he’s got a deal this afternoon.” Steve frowned, no doubt picking up on your mood shift.

Steve and you had become better friends in the last year and half since you got caught up in the Starcourt Mall fiasco. You saw even more of each other now that Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were a part of Eddie’s Hellfire Club.

“Do you want a lift?” he asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll catch the bus.”

Steve scoffed. “The bus? The bus will take an hour to get to your place.” He stood up straight, spinning to open the passenger door. “The Harrington Hauler is open and operating, and I promise we’ll get to your place so much quicker than that.”

You laughed at the way he was standing, waiting expectantly for you to accept with raised eyebrows and a roguish grin. “Fine,” you conceded. “Thank you.” You slipped into the passenger seat while Steve jumped into the driver’s seat.

“The Harrington Hauler, huh?”

He tapped on the steering wheel with his thumbs. “Yup, you can thank Henderson for that one.”

“It’s cute. You’re like a proper babysitting-slash-transport service now.”

He shot you a look. “You’re funny. I believe that I also drive around high school seniors now.”

“High school seniors who are beyond grateful,” you said, in almost a sing-song-y way, eyes returning to the doors of the school while you waited for Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.

That was when you caught sight of Chrissy, exiting the school with her pink backpack and high ponytail swinging with every step. She pulled her varsity cheer jacket closer as she made her way to the woods behind the school.

You knew that Eddie would be waiting there for her.

The joy you’d been feeling just moments ago was smothered immediately, and you were vaguely aware of Steve talking in the background as you watched Chrissy walk away.

Steve’s hand was suddenly on your shoulder, and you turned to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in the way his brows were pulled together as he glanced between you and the head cheerleader.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, faster than you would have liked. Steve raised a brow, as if to say Really? “I’m fine. It’s—It’s nothing.” Your eyes found his dashboard, and it suddenly became very interesting. “It’s fine.”

Even to your own ears, it was weak. Pathetic.

Steve’s gaze was intense, but you still didn’t remove your eyes from the dash. You knew that if you looked at him, he would notice your watery eyes.

You could feel Steve gearing up to say something, but before he could, the back doors swung open.

“How come Y/N gets to sit in the front?” Dustin exclaimed.

Steve spun to look at him. “Because I said so. Get your butts in the car before I leave you here. I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes already.”

The boys clambered into the car, bags sliding to the floor. “You have not been waiting that long,” Lucas said. “We only just got let out of class.”

“Pretty sure I know how my watch works, Sinclair.”

“Pretty sure it’s wrong then,” Dustin cut in. “Can we get something to eat on the way to Lucas’s? I’m hungry.”

Steve started grumbling about how he wasn’t stopping off anywhere and that they were lucky that he was picking them up at all, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Even between Dustin, Lucas, and Mike talking about some science fair and Steve shouting at them to quieten down, it wasn’t enough of a distraction to pull your thoughts away from Eddie and Chrissy.

It was fine, you tried to reassure yourself, Eddie loves you.

While he drove, you could feel Steve checking on you, his eyes flicking from the road to you in between the breaks in conversation.

You purposefully kept your eyes averted to the passing houses.

Two weeks later, you were sitting on the edge of Eddie’s bed in your pajamas, watching him pluck at the strings of his acoustic guitar.

He wasn’t actually playing anything, just strumming random chords.

He was lost within himself again; lost to the world that existed only in his mind, the world that you had once been privy to.

Once, he had told you everything. He seemed to never stop talking; about you, about his day, about his campaigns, about his classes, and you lapped it up. You listened as he animatedly explained whatever was on his mind.

Once, you had been so close that you were practically one.

But now, sitting across from him, you couldn’t have been more separate.

You stood, and Eddie looked at you. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

He nodded, turning back to his guitar as you exited the room.

Closing the door quietly, you stared at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes that you had been hiding from him were teary, and you could see the desperation in them. The desperation of trying everything you could to keep him close as he slowly slipped further from your reach to some unknown affliction.

Deep within yourself, in that part you kept locked up tight, you suspected you knew why.

But it didn’t stop you from trying to pretend that everything was all right, telling yourself that it wasn’t true.

Eddie loved you.

There was a soft knock on the door, and you jumped. “Give me a second,” you called as you ran the tap and splashed your face. When you looked at yourself again, your eyes were still red, but you could play it off as the water from washing your face.

You pulled open the door, and Eddie glanced at you for a second before pushing past. “I’m going to have a shower.”

You stood there for a second, watching as he removed his shirt.

“Can you shut the door?” he asked.

You swallowed. “Right. Sorry,” you said, closing the door.

You remained standing on the other side for a long moment, hand on the doorknob.

Before, Eddie would always invite you in. Whether it was in jest or an actual invitation, he would always joke about it. There were even times when he would shower while you sat on the counter, just talking because he didn’t want to stop talking.

You slowly dropped your hand from the handle.

He just wants to shower by himself, you reasoned. There was no crime in that. God, you didn’t need to be all up in his business all the time.

But as you crawled into his bed, it still hurt, no matter how many times you repeated it.

The tears still escaped from your eyes as you curled into yourself. Your throat still burned from the sob that threatened to leave you.

You didn’t hear Eddie enter the room.

“Babe?” he called from his desk, and you froze.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice steady as you said, “Yeah?”

“I forgot to tell you that I have a deal tomorrow afternoon.” You heard the clasps of his black lunchbox flick open. “I know you were supposed to come over, but I might swing by your place when I’m done instead.”

Swing by, he said, and that was enough for your eyes to burn again. He was so nonchalant, so casual about spending time with you, like it didn’t really matter if he did or if he didn’t.

“OK,” you managed, but your voice wavered.

The lunchbox flipped closed, and you heard him place it by the door.

He turned off the light.

He slipped into bed beside you, but his arms didn’t come around to rest around you like they used to. He turned away from you until his back was to yours, inches still separating you.

You laid there until you heard his breathing even out.

Only then, once you were sure that he was asleep, did you let yourself cry.

The band on stage was raging, their amps dialed up to the max as they played their set.

Corroded Coffin had already played, and Eddie was plastered.

The Hideout was very relaxed when it came to their service of alcohol, which was the reason that you, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan came on Tuesday nights.

You guys also went to support Eddie, of course, but being able to have fun with your friends at a bar underage was also a big bonus.

In the hours after Eddie’s set, you had been watching him out of the corner of your eye as he chatted and drank with his bandmates and other musicians.

He was good at holding his liquor, but tonight he had had way more than normal.

When your attention finally fell back to your friends, you saw Robin waiting expectantly.

“Sorry, what?” you shouted over the music, apologising for zoning out.

Robin rolled her eyes. “I said, are you coming to the Halloween party next weekend?”

You frowned. “What Halloween party?”

“The Roland twins’ Halloween party?” she said, like you should know what she was talking about. When you still looked confused, she continued, “The Roland twins from school? They’re throwing a party next weekend at their place. Did Eddie not mention it? I told him about it a week ago?”

That feeling started to claw its way up. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “He—He probably did and I’m just forgetting.”

You caught the glance the others’ shared with each other, and that feeling buried deeper. You had no doubt that Steve and his big mouth had told the others about the afternoon a few weeks ago, and also about the few other times that he had driven you home over that time.

Those afternoons had been either deal days or D&D days. You weren’t quite sure why Steve had been there on the D&D days when he didn’t need to pick up Mike, Dustin, or Lucas, but he had told you that he was just driving past.

Fiddling with her drink, Nancy opened her mouth to say something to you but was cut off by Eddie slinging his arm around your shoulder.

You jumped, only just grabbing him in time to stop him from falling over and taking you down with him.

“Babe,” he slurred, looking up at you through hazy eyes, “I need to go home.”

“I thought you were getting a lift with Gareth?”

You planned to stay out for a few more hours with the others. It was the first time that all of you had been free to hang out in weeks. You had talked to Eddie about it on the way there and he had promised that he would get a lift home with Gareth if he needed it.

Eddie shook his head, almost knocking himself off-balance. “I forgot to ask, and he’s already gone. I need you to take me.”

You sighed, standing up and placing Eddie’s arm over your shoulder and yours around his waist. You grabbed your bag from the counter.

“I’m sorry, guys,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you at the party next weekend?”

Robin sent you a tight-lipped smile, her face falling when she looked from you to Eddie. “Sure. See you then.”

You waved goodbye to the others, pulling Eddie out to where his van was parked on the street. “Do you have your keys?”

Eddie sloppily fumbled for his keys in his pockets, handing them to you. You unlocked the van, helping him into the passenger seat. Once he was situated so he wouldn’t fall headfirst into the dashboard, you shut the door and made your way to the driver’s side.

You were about to get in when your name was called.

You turned to the entrance of The Hideout to find Steve making his way to you. “Hey.”

“Hey, you can drop Eddie off and come back, you know?” he said in a rush.

“Huh?”

Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot, like he was conflicted. About what, you didn’t know. “I just mean that you can drop him off at his place and I can bring you back here.”

“Oh, uh—” You glanced at Eddie who was almost asleep in the van. “—I shouldn’t leave him alone like this.”

“Sure you can,” Steve continued. “He’ll be fine. We were all supposed to hang out tonight, and it’s barely 10:30.”

From over Steve’s shoulder, you could see your other friends through the window, looking at you expectantly. Nancy waved at you to come back in, and you bit your lip.

You did want to stay out—

“Y/N,” Eddie called, slurring and stretching your name out. “Babe, hurry up, I’m tired.”

When you looked back to Steve, he was just staring at Eddie through the windscreen. “I’m sorry,” you told him. “I have to go. I’ll see you next weekend, yeah?”

Steve turned his hard gaze from Eddie to you, and his eyes softened. “Yeah, sure,” he uttered, almost under his breath. “Drive safe.”

He meant it, and you nodded before jumping in the van.

As you pulled away from the curb, you saw your friends through the window again, looking after you with frowns etched deep on their faces.

The Roland twins had gone all out for their Halloween party, with decorations lining every surface, music pounding from both inside and outside.

There were a lot more people that you had expected, all dressed in various costumes. Some were great, but some were barely more than an afterthought.

You sat somewhere in the middle, your Molly Ringwald costume not amazing, but not terrible either. You, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin had decided to dress up as the members of The Breakfast Club. Not a super original idea, but you guys had fun.

Originally, you had tried to do a matching costume with Eddie, but he had been quick to shoot down the idea saying, I’m not dressing up.

It’s a Halloween party, Eddie. You have to dress up.

Well, I’m not.

You don’t want to do a couple’s costume?

No, I don’t.

When you had been upset by that, he had apologized in more way than one, both with his mouth.

But as soon as you got to the party, Eddie had ditched you. It hadn’t been intentional, you didn’t think. He just started dealing to people who were drunk enough to pay whatever he wanted them to, handing over cash for less product that they asked for.

They were too drunk to notice, and Eddie took advantage of it.

That’s when you had found a spot on a couch in the living room, nursing your who-knows-how-many-th drink as you watched everyone milling around and dancing.

You hadn’t seen Eddie in around half an hour; he was most likely still ripping people off.

Robin had found you an hour ago, and she sat on the arm of the couch, her Ally Sheedy costume suiting her a lot more than you thought it would. She was also a lot more sober than you were, only on her fourth drink.

“You know,” Robin said, slapping her knees, “I think that we should play a game of beer pong. You want to?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, looking over to where a group of boys were taking turns drinking and then spitting the alcohol back into the cups. “I think we’ll catch something if we use those.”

Robin laughed, leaning back a little too far and almost losing her balance. You grabbed her, laughing as she righted herself.

You were both still laughing as Nancy appeared out of nowhere.

“Nancy!” you shouted.

She gave you a smile, but you could see that something was wrong. Before you could ask, she said, “Hey, Robin, can I talk to you for a second?”

There was something about her tone that had Robin standing immediately. Turning away from you, Nancy began speaking in hushed tones.

Robin’s eyes widened and went straight to you. You knew that she hadn’t meant to, and you suddenly had a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Nancy?” you asked, standing up.

“Hey, honey,” she said, stepping forward. “You look a little unsteady on your feet. How about we take you home?” There was an urgency to her voice that you didn’t like.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to go.”

“I really think that we should,” Robin cut in, hooking her arm in yours. “I’m starting to feel sick, and I could really use a girls movie night.”

You cocked your head and stared at the two of them. Even drunk, you could tell something was wrong. Robin was trying to pull you to the door, and Nancy had a sad look on her face that she was doing her best to hide.

That sinking feeling grew deeper, and you pushed Robin away. She tried to reach for you again, but you stepped back. “What’s going on?”

Nancy and Robin shared a look, and as you glimpsed their sad eyes, you knew.

You knew.

Pushing past them, you shoved your way through the crowd of people, searching.

Searching for Eddie.

Searching for Chrissy.

Nancy and Robin were calling after you.

When you couldn’t find him on the bottom floor, you made for the stairs.

At the top, you ran into Jonathan.

His eyes widened, hands flying to your upper arms. He looked past you to Nancy and Robin as they ran up the stairs after you.

“Jonathan?” you whispered, and you weren’t sure what you were asking him for.

He opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say.

“Jonathan?” you repeated, and this time, you started to cry.

As he said your name, Steve appeared from down the hall, and like Jonathan, he was shocked to see you. You pieced together that Nancy and Robin had been sent to take you home, so you didn’t see what you knew had happened, despite how much you prayed otherwise.

Stepping away from Jonathan, you stood in front of Steve.

His dark eyes were downcast, and the pity wasn’t hard to miss. You looked over his shoulder to the room that he had come from.

Steve stepped into your line of sight, effectively blocking your view of the door. “Don’t,” he told you.

You tried to push past him, but he stood firm. “Steve.”

He rested his hands on your shoulders. Maneuvering you in your drunk state was easy, even as you fought against him. His tone was hard as he said, “Trust me, Y/N, you don’t want to go in there. Let’s just go, OK? Let’s leave.”

“No, I need to see Eddie,” you cried. “I need—I need—”

“—You don’t need Eddie,” he interrupted you. “You need to leave this all behind, yeah?” His voice had softened a significant amount. “Let’s go.”

As he said it, as you realized that that tiny part of yourself that you kept locked away had been right, that your biggest fear had come true, all the fight left you.

Your knees buckled, and Steve was quick to catch you.

As you got your footing, he guided you down the stairs, the others walking in front of you, throwing worried glanced over their shoulders.

Nancy unlocked the backdoor of her car, helping you in.

In the back of your mind, you knew that they were driving you home. You knew that they would stay with you all night.

They were such good friends.

But it didn’t stop you from wanting Eddie.

It didn’t stop you wishing that he had been the one to take you home.

Maybe you would always wish that it was Eddie. Maybe you would always wonder what more you could have done.

Maybe the answer was nothing, because you had no choice in the matter, and this doomsday was always close at hand.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #stranger things angst #steve harrington x reader

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judeslove · 5 months

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guilty.

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - angst to fluff warnings - swearing, petnames (babe, darling, etc), intended lowercase summary - this req

you finished adding the frosting to the cake as you licked your thumb clean. today was your birthday. jude was at training, so you had about 2 hours to prepare everything for your birthday.

you opened your phone, opening jude‘s contact. you typed him a message and waited until he answered.

you:

guess what day it is today?? 🤪

jude:

monday??

ouch. you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, feeling a sharp pain in your stomach. you couldn’t help but burst into tears. it was supposed to be your special day, but it was quite the opposite.

the cake that stood in front of you made frustration grow in you. you spent so much time on it, but now you wanted to destroy it. you opened the trash can and threw it in there. a satisfied grin made its way to your face as you walked to your room. your phone was shut while you were sobbing your heart out in your shared bed.

—

the keys jingled indicating that jude was home now. your eyes parted at the call of your name.

“y/n? are you home?“ jude yelled. he sounded confused, his forehead probably all scrunched up.

you rolled your eyes at him, remembering that he forgot your birthday. the mattress felt comfier as you slowly drifted into yet another wave of sleep. but not long after you woke up, a similar smell intoxicating your nose. as you opened your eyes you saw jude in front of you. his chocolate brown eyes scanned you as his face softened at the sight of dried tears on your cheeks.

“you alright darling?“ jude asked, not wanting to make you even more sensitive. a few minutes prior he had realised what day it really was, your birthday. guilt hit him like a truck, never getting up from the pain. he cursed under his breath as he sprinted into your bedroom. jude‘s worries were far gone when you were now laying on the bed, chatting about the day.

“why was the cake in the trash? you could’ve saved it for me“ jude protested with a pout etched on his gorgeous face.

“i got mad at it. it reminded me of you which made me sad because you forgot about my special day“ you mumbled, not wanting to worry him too much. he chuckled at you, finding your expression and explanation entertaining. he promised to spoil you the next day and then you fell asleep in the coziness of your own home.

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abigailxoxo · 2 months

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fic recommendations part 3: Kai🔥

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2154861 -a collection of unrelated one shots where Kai doesn’t do well in the cold!! I love this series a lot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47340898 Nya doesn't understand why Kai won't spar with her. Is he really that protective of her, or is something else wrong? [some sibling angst +comfort featuring Kai’s fear of water]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41464731 “I don’t care about your stupid bear!” Kai yelled.

“No,” Zane cut in softly. He stood up and placed a hand on Kai’s shoulder. “But you do care about Jay. And Jay cares about the bear.” [basically Kai helping the ninja to show he cares for them]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31443812/chapters/77772008-Kai is grieving over the loss of Zane between seasons 3 and 4. His friends and family work to balance out Kai's more extreme traits. But what happens when he is left alone with all the pain and guilt burning inside him? [Or kais very bad way of coping. angsty and a couple Tws in the tags!]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42144636/chapters/105809082 -Kai feels left out from the ninja, and starts to overthink. Suddenly he meets this “buisness” man in the desert, who gives off suspicious vibes, offering to help kai in the future. [CHECK THE TAGS!!! not much interaction with the ninja until towards the end, but a very good plot + end]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39025779 Kai, Nya, and the others are invited to dinner with the smiths soon after Hot. However, neither seemed to the fact that 1) Kai and Nya are now grown people, and 2) they hardly know each other [basically kai getting frustrated with his parents and snapping angst but happy ending :))]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41910219?view_full_work=true -Kai gave himself the task of getting Cole a gift. How hard can it be? [THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH FT COLE X KAI]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32194186/chapters/79773796 Five times Kai provided comfort for the other ninja when they were having a rough time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48889378 the team scrambles to last minute celebrate Kai's 17th birthday (and get his age wrong) [this is so cute bcuz kai isnt used to his bd being celebrated 🥹💕]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25607038 All his life, Kai has had to work for himself to stay alive and keep his little sister alive. Now he's been thrown into a team he doesn't trust. But can he find it in himself to trust others to help him save his sister and himself? [the teams first mission together with chaos and kai almost drowning..]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42952665/chapters/107915217 5 times kai lost his temper and 1 time he didnt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41946786/chapters/105283755 Kai and Jay are tasked with guarding a mysterious artifact, at the museum.To no one's surprise, things don't go well.

Or: I hit Kai with the ouch stick for a while. [AHHH I LOVE THIS FIC. READ THE TAGS!!]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42456837/chapters/106628268 the three times kai has ever cried in public, and the two times he was comforted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43105782 The solar eclipse will be happening soon. Kai wishes he could share the city's enthusiasm. [basically kai needs more sunlight than a normal human and gets VERY SICK during the eclipse]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47019439 Jay reached out with his hands despite being aware of the futility of the action. He was too far away and Nya wasn’t intending on coming back. That realisation dawned on all of them. Except for one. [Kai cant handle the fact that nya is gone.]

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2986323 LITERALLY A ADORABLE SERIEE OF LAVA ONESHOTS. I ADORE THEM ALL

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48031378/chapters/121106653 hc that kai and cole got drunkley married one night.

they completely forgot about it until a mission gone wrong ended up with cole in the hospital, the doctors wouldn't let them in, ('cos they weren't blood family or some bs reason like that) and kai just lost it and yelled "that's my husband!" (cole x kai)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29963463/chapters/73761240 After Kai's life suddenly comes to a fiery end, he makes a deal so he can continue his purpose of protecting his family. He just didn't expect to come back as something so... cute and fluffy..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40972503?view_full_work=true#main Kai is kidnapped and buried alive, left to die. When acute claustrophobia starts to sink in, it doesn’t go go great. Not even after the others rescue him.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11732480/1/Breaking-the-Ice kai falls through thin ice on there first mission when they dont get along very well

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12959261/1/ 5 times kai hid a injury and one time where he didnt succeed

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12768259/1/ 5 times kai lost his temper and one time the ninja lost theres (ft Kai’s fear of water in last chapter)

https://www.tumblr.com/scrambledfluffmuffins/704010233406701568/spice-and-everything-nice Kai, in both a show of brotherly love and brotherly pride, attempts to outdo his siblings in a test of all things spice and chocolate.

https://www.tumblr.com/lloydskywalkers/187747637775/flickerA story about Kai and the warmth he brings to himself and others (in cuddles)

https://www.tumblr.com/scrambledfluffmuffins/659455541321596928/from-what-it-was

Kai reflects on all the changes in the team post-s7 (mostly abt there hair)

lmk if any of the links dont work, i was kinda rushed making this lol. so this isnt all of the fics i have saved, but some!! (guess who my fav character is challenge)

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago headcanons #kai ninjago #kai smith angst #kai x cole

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dracoflaco · 2 months

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Waiting for you // Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

contains: fluff, stressed out reader, use of y/n, flashbacks (in italics), 1.2k words

a/n: its been so long since I write so if it looks cranky, don’t blame me. Idk honestly 🤷🏻‍♀️ (no summary cuz I'm lazy lol)

I reach for the box under my bed, it has been covered in dust meaning it has been down there since forever. Bumping my head in the process of taking the box, I let out a wince, “ouch, this damn bed. I’m throwing you away one day I swear,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. I wipe the dust away to see the hidden words under those dust. ‘Love’ was written on the lid of the box, “I don’t remember having this before” furrowing my eyebrows, trying to remember anything.

The song from my playlist continues to play, starting a sad tune. I turn to where I place my phone, confused as to why there’s some kind of sad song and to be precise Taylor Swift? I shrug it away and stares at the box in front of me, I’ve been cleaning my room since this afternoon and without noticing the time, the sun has started to set. Plopping on my bed, I take the lid off. My smiles starts disappearing just how he did…

I laugh at him when he starts cracking some jokes out of nowhere. We’ve been walking for 30 minutes after our date night. Both us close to each other, my purse in his hand. “Also Nick face was literally covered in it, we had to make a TikTok,” Chris laughed, swinging my hand with his softly.

“Happy Birthday my pretty girl. I’m sorry I had to! It was the plan, baby,” he winked, handing me the flower lego to me “my love will last just how this flower last” I laughed at his cheesy pickup lines, rolling my eyes playfully “I really thought you forgot about it, Chris. You better don’t do this again” I squint my eyes at him. “We’ll see princess, we’ll see.” He said, shrugging his shoulder making the ‘who knows’ face. I slap his arm playfully, he eventually starts laughing and bringing me closer into his arms, “I love you, y/n. Even the world can’t describe it”

“This is so good, baby. Cook more often please please please” he begged, chewing the food I made for him. Chris stands up from his seat and walks towards me “Thank you, baby” He hugs me from behind and lift me off from the floor to twirl me. I laugh lightly “Chrisss, put me down” I whine playfully and he set me back on the floor, giving my face all the kiss it needed.

A solemn tear fell down my cheek, snapping me out of it. I blink my eyes a few times to stop it but the tears keep flowing down my face like a river escaping a dam. I try wiping it away as the door of my room creaks open, someone just came into my room. Luckily my back was facing the door, giving me times to prepare myself and turns around once I think I’m presentable enough. Nick stood there at my door frame, concerns could be seen on his face, “Nick? Hey, what are you doing here? Should’ve tell me before barging into my room,” I chuckled, eyes avoiding his

“You’ve been crying.” Nick stated, heading towards where I’m seated. One look of the things in my hands, he knew it straightaway. “Missing him? Everyday I passed his room, I could hear him sobbing his heart out. He still loves you, you know? Let him in again?” He suggests, rubbing my shoulder softly. Bringing me closer to his side, laying my head on his shoulder. I stare at the necklace which happened to be in the box, being on the top of the other.

“How? How, Nick? He was the one who ended it, I got no time to stop him from doing so!” I cry out, burying my face in his shoulder. My whole body is shaking from the amount of tears and sobs coming out of me. “Yet you still cry about it, y/n. It’s been what? Almost a year and you two still mourn for each other. I never believe you when you said you moved on from him. It was and still is in your eyes.” Nick whispered into my ears, his hand never stops rubbing my shoulder.

“It hurts Nick, I still want him but God knows how my brain despise him when he said those words to me but my heart says the opposite” I sobbed, pouring my heart out. Nick only nods and comfort me softly, whispering sweetness to me till I slowly calm down from all the loud sob, non stopping flows of tears. My fingers taking the necklace from the box and turn it around. An engrave of ‘I love you - c.s’. I let my thumb stays on the engraving.

Minutes of staring it, I unclasp the hook and place it around my neck. Nick only observe my movement, saying absolutely nothing. I sigh lowly, resting the necklace on my collarbone. Sounds of a phone ringing starts to play, Nick take his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. The caller ID shows that it was Chris. I nod towards the phone, telling Nick to answer the phone call.

His thumb lingers on the decline button but finally pressing the green button, “Chris? Why’d you call?” He ask, talking to the phone. I shift away from Nick to give them both some privacy. I search for my phone only to be met with the battery logo. Grabbing the charger on the bedside table and plugging it in. “I’ll give you two some times but don’t ask again after this. You better not missed anything or even mess this up again, or I’m killing you myself.” The call comes to an end.

I walk back to my bed and peers at his phone, “what happened?” I asked, picking up the box from the bed and move it into my closet. “Nothing, Chris just asked about the juice from yesterday.” Oh. I nodded out of disappointment and settle down beside him. “Whatever happen, just let it flow naturally. Do not push it away. You better hear me out this time, y/n.” He said, looking into my eyes with seriousness.

My brow furrows softly, confusion starts to spread on my face, “okay? Anyway why did you come here all of a sudden?”

“You weren’t answering the text I gave you and all my calls went straight to the voicemail. You expect me not to panic knowing you” He said, crossing his arms. “Anyway I’m gonna go buy some takeout with Matt, you want the usual?”

“The usual I guess?” I shrugged, “up to you though, I don’t mind”

Nick wave at me and left me alone in my room with my clouded thoughts. Sighing, I rose to my feet and drag myself to the bathroom to wash my face. My eyes are a bit red and puffy after the crying session and all. The sound of my door bell rings all over my house, I dry my face quickly. Rushing down the stairs to open the door. Time seeming to slow down, feeling as if I can hear my own heartbeat. There he stood, My Chris or what used to be. The tears in my eyes threatening to fall, “Chris…” I whispered-

-to be continued-

#the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo angst #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo oneshot

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futbol16 · 1 year

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The other Williamson • Leah Williamson

Request: "Can we please have a Leah x younger sister, where she’s kinda been living in Leah’s shadow and she feels like its never enough 🥺 On her birthday they have an important day so Leah, her family and most of the girls unintentionally forgot her special day. However, they don’t find out until she gets badly injured on the pitch and in the ambulance Leah is with her of course not leaving her sisters side they ask for her date of birth and it all comes crashing down for Leah. Keira and Lucy were also with her in the ambulance and they all try to console Leah, Keira feelings horrible as well since Y/N had been her best friend since U-11’s"

Word count: 1,8k

Growing up as Y/n Williamson was awesome. You got a cool older sister, a sweet younger brother and the three of you could play football together growing up.

Being Y/N Williamson had been awesome until it no longer was. Because Y/n Williamson was just the little sister of Leah Williamson, captain Leah Williamson. The 25 year old that captained England to the Euro’s and won the tournament. Ever since then, being Y/n Williamson hadn’t been too awesome.

Although you had been one of the top goal scorers for England, even before the Euro’s, it wasn’t the same as captaining the team to Europe’s biggest tournament. And people made sure to let you know that. It wasn’t like you didn’t know, Y/N would come second and Y/N would rarely get asked about anything else that’s not her sister in interviews.

You knew the routine by now.

You thought maybe it would be different today, on your day. 22 years ago was when you first saw the light of the day, November the 15th. Leah had always gone all out for your birthdays, claiming that she had to be the best sister and what better way to prove that to you than spoiling you on your birthday?

However, that didn’t seem to be the case this year. You woke up alone, your roommate had already gone down for breakfast and even as you entered the cafeteria no one even spared a glance at you. It was weird seeing as most of the time everyone would be buzzing on a teammate’s birthday, but you chalked it up to it being a matchday, an important matchday against Norway.

You sat next to Keira in silence, she had been your closest friend growing up despite her and Leah being closer in age. Your best friend was focused on the match ahead and didn’t even look up from her plate. Nothing different there, maybe you were just making up things.

But as you turn on your phone and see no messages, you start to get more confused. Usually your mum or Jacob would be the first people to wish you a happy birthday, but nothing. You shrugged at it, they were probably still sleeping…at 9am on a Tuesday.

Later as you sit in the locker room you start questioning yourself. Did they forget? Or maybe they’re just too focused on the match? Yeah, that’s definitely it.

“Hey, what’s the date today?” Georgia is the one asking the question and for a second you look up, curious as to what was going to happen next.

“The 15th mate, already forgot?” Your sister asks with a chuckle.

“Oh alright then. Thought my flight back was on the 15th but I guess nothing too important today.” the girl chuckles with a shake of her head.

There it is, confirmed. Your best friends have totally forgotten that it’s your birthday. Ouch.

Heading out for warmups before the match, you pass by Anthony, one of the media guys and you smile at him politely.

“Big day, no Y/N?” he asks, camera in his hand recording you.

“Yeah yeah, big one.” you answer rather confused as to what he was hinting at.

“Happy birthday Y/N! Number 22.” he cheers and you laugh at his antic, although surprised that he knew.

“Thank you, see you later Antonio!” you wave at him.

“The name’s Anthony.” he laughs at you.

The match had been intense with almost equal possession of the ball, though your team had been off to a great start as you assisted Rachel to a goal in the 33rd minute.

The girls thought it would stay that way, and it did, for a good bit. Until you went down in the 79th minute of the match. A rough tackle that ended with you groaning into the grass beneath you, arm cradled close to your chest and a heavy pounding in your head.

With you on the ground and no one to match the speed of the Norwegians, Frida Manuum scores in the 80th minute, equalizing.

Yet it’s the least of Leah’s concern as she kneels next to you, closely followed by Keira kneeling on your other side. The two girls try to get you to turn on your back, but as you make no move to do so, they gently turn you over themselves.

The first thing you hear is your sister’s gasp, the first thing you see though is the face Keira makes as she looks down at your arm. Mhmm, so this was more than just an ‘I fell on it and it’s bruising’ kind of hurt.

Your sister starts talking and you’re trying so hard to focus, to only focus on her even as the medical team arrives and places you on a stretcher, but it’s no use because suddenly, or actually rather slowly the world around you turns black.

“She’s down!” one of the medic yells frantically, it was never good if a player fell unconscious after a tackle. Your team can barely blink before you’re lifted off the field and into the back of an ambulance standing at the side of the pitch.

Leah’s heart is beating out of her chest, she has no clue what to do. She wants to go with you, not leave her little sister alone in pain, but she also had a match to play, a match with 10 more minutes left on the clock.

Keira’s shouting breaks her out of her thoughts and she follows the girl as she pulls her along to where Sarina stands with one of the Ambulance people. They’re both ordered to go with you in the Ambulance, Lucy following the two.

The team would be fine, they had a bunch of new players waiting to make their debut. The three of them had more important things to do though.

They sit in the back of the ambulance, next to where you’re laying. It’s a bit stuffed with all three of them sitting there and the EMT guy as well. You’ve got a mask on your face, breathing in some painkillers.

“Y/N Williamson, right?” he asks them, the three nod.

“Female, 21…date of birth?” he asks, looking up from his clipboard.

“November 15th, 2000.” Leah answers instantly, hand resting on the forearm of your good arm.

“Ahh, so 22 years old then? Not the best birthday I suppose.” the man chuckles humorlessly. Leah’s head snaps at him, mouth parted slightly.

No, no this couldn’t be it, it wasn’t your birthday today. There’s simply no way she could have forgotten. She looks at the other two and her heart breaks as Lucy nods in confirmation.

She had forgotten her little sister's birthday.

Head in her hands, she stares at your face, disappointed in herself and sorry for you.

“Leah, we all forgot. It’s okay, she’ll understand.” Lucy tries to comfort her, but it’s no use.

“Yeah but I’m her sister, I should know!” she replies, frustratedly smacking her knee. She's so glad the EMT guy decides to stay out of this. Lucy is taken aback a bit, but she recovers quickly.

“Oh god, I completely ignored her today too.” Keira mumbles sadly, reaching out to stroke her thumb over your forehead. You had been her best friend since you were 7. Well you were 7 and she was 9, the two of you in the U-11 team. That’s where you first met, it’s where the two of you had become the best of friends, going strong ever since. Keira doesn’t think she’s ever felt as bad as she does now.

The rest of the ride to the hospital is spent in silence, the two women closest to you sitting with frowns on their faces as Lucy attempts to console the two as best as she can.

They sit in the waiting room as your arm is put into a cast and you get something for your head. Leah hasn’t said a word since the nurses have taken you away, she has sat in complete silence for the past hour. Elbows on her knees, chin resting on her fist and that aggressive furrow of her eyebrows apparent on her face.

Keira shoots up from her seat in surprise when you walk out alone, blue cast on your right arm and kept in a sling. She’s quick to pull you into a tight hug, muttering apologies to you, only feeling worse when you keep reassuring her that it was okay.

“Kei, it’s fine, I promise.” you tell her sincerely as you hold onto her.

“How can I make it up to you?” a tiny smile makes its way onto your face, knowing she won’t give up.

“Chicken nuggets?” the two of you laugh before you’re embraced by Lucy. You find comfort in the older woman’s neck.

“You better have my autograph on that by tonight!” she jokes referring to your cast, and you’re glad you get to laugh after the events of the day.

Leah is standing behind them, unsure what to do as she questions whether you’d be too upset with her. All those thoughts vanish though as you walk towards her with a silly smile.

“Blue’s my favorite color so I begged them to get me that one, they had to take it from a baby.” you giggle as you tell her the story but you soon stop as you realize she’s not laughing with you. “Lee?”

She clenches her jaw, eyes watering.

“Gosh Y/N, I’m so sorry.” she starts rambling, something you’ve gotten very used to over the years of growing up together, but you stop her from continuing.

“I know, Leah. It happens -”

“But it shouldn’t!” she cuts you off, that scowl she wore in the ambulance reappearing. You take her by the hand.

“And it never has before, you were just too focused on the match today. It is okay, Lee.” you nod at her, relieved when she nods back, pulling you into her. You eventually part as you realize you still haven’t moved from the hospital waiting room and you’d very much like to leave this facility as soon as possible.

“So how about those chicken nuggets? I could eat some right now.” you comment as the four of you walk out the door, the other three laughing at the grin you have.

Being Leah Williamson’s sister might not always be too awesome with the media,, but you would be fine as long as you had your big sister with you. To her, you’d always be the number 1 Williamson.

#woso one shot #woso imagine #woso x reader #futbol16 #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #keira walsh x reader #england lionesses x reader

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GODSPEED.

Felix x reader. (s,f,a)

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Felix for seven years, seven wonderful years until one day, a once in a lifetime opportunity comes falling onto your lap and put your relationship to a test. (15,3k words)

Author's note: Happy birthday my sunshine, Lix! (I know there's angst in this so... I'm not going to say anything!)

"7 years!"

People are always surprised whenever you tell them that you've been dating for 7 years. Eyes widened, mouths hung open, and eventually, profanities would start coming out of their mouth.

"No fucking way!" Your friend exclaimed in disbelief and exchanged a shocked glance with her boyfriend.

There we go.

"We started dating in high school!" Felix added, putting an arm around your shoulder and you offered your hand to intertwine with him.

"How did you do that?"

"Did you guys never fight?"

The couple in front of you was appalled and curious at once like they just discovered a new wonder of the world.

Felix snorted because the question was so silly to him and the answer was kind of obvious, "Of course! We fight a lot!"

"You should be there when we argue about which girl scout cookie is the best," you said with a laugh and sipped your beer.

"Or whenever we have to decide what to eat for dinner!" Felix added with a subtle eye-roll and did it gracefully, taking your cup and having a sip.

The boyfriend seemed to be struggling to accept the fact that it's possible to date someone that long, "I mean..." he trailed his words, hesitated to ask what baffled him the most.

"Have you guys, I don't know like bored with each other or something?"

The girlfriend punched him in the chest for being so blunt,

"What?" He asked in defense because he was merely curious.

She glared at him in return, a vicious one that Felix recognized was also one that he often gets from you whenever he forgot to cap the toothpaste tube.

"You guys dated and probably have sex with the same person for 7 years, I think it's plausible that at some point you bore each other out."

The boyfriend elaborated on the reason why he asked, it was elusive to him to learn that you can stick to one person for that many years.

Your friend rolled her eyes dramatically and couldn't believe he said all that nonchalantly, embarrassing her in the process.

"No, that's okay," you assured them that you didn't take the question personally.

"I'm really sorry," The girlfriend apologized on her behalf and after shooting his boyfriend another death glare, she joined in on the curiosity boat, "but I'm kind of curious too because I've been dating him for 8 months now and I already wanted to kill him."

Felix put the cup away and put his hand around your waist, "first thing first, it's not always about the sex," he started.

You nodded in agreement and looked at him while he talks.

"Secondly, sometimes it's about sex," he continued with a low laugh.

You playfully elbowed him on the stomach.

"Ouch! That hurts, babe!" He yelped.

He grabbed your chin and gently squeezed, "I'm not finished yet."

"Okay then continue," you ordered.

He let go of your chin and smacked his lips to continue speaking, leaning forward as if he was about to tell them a top secret.

"Thirdly, bored?" Felix looked at the boyfriend in the eyes in disbelief and clicked his tongue.

"I don't think I'll ever get bored of her."

Felix remarked that it was no rocket science to him, it was as easy as Sunday morning to him.

You glanced at him and shot him the are-you-sure look?

"Just look at her!" He told them then gazed into your eyes.

"She's so endlessly fascinating!" He says with a dreamy sigh and smiled so sweetly, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter awake.

It has been seven years and he always knows how to make your heart flips no matter how cringe he could be when he does it.

"Aww, baby!" You cooed at him, swooned. You placed a soft kiss on his lips which he eagerly returned, for a second forgetting that you were at a party and were talking to another couple who were sitting across from you.

"Okay, okay, we get it now!" Your friend said, stopping the two of you from turning the kiss into a hot making-out session.

"And that will earn you a good head later!" Felix joked.

You tipped your head upward to look at him, "how are you so sure?"

"Oh, come on! I deserve that!" He grumbled at you while tightening his hands around you.

You shook your head, "you're not getting any," you persisted.

He sighed and looked at the couple who witnessed everything, "See? We fight!" Felix said with a defeated look on his face.

You considered yourself lucky to find someone like Felix. You met one night after your dates ditched both of you at the junior prom back in high school and you spent the night eating at the convenience store together and he lent you his shoes because your feet hurt from walking in high heels.

From there, everything unfolded by itself, you dated and graduated high school together, and you got into university while he applied to be a dancer at an academy and successfully passed his audition. A little after that, Felix got signed to be a dancer in an agency then a little more after that, you decided to move in together in an apartment that was too small for two people to live in it, but the limited space only brought you closer than ever.

You have a gap year before going back to university with a full scholarship for your master's degree, so yeah, life had been grand for both of you.

Mostly, you were grateful you've made it so far.

"It's not too late to apply for the scholarship, you know?" Your friend said through the phone and it was 2 am, she was calling from the other side of the world.

"I already got a scholarship," you coyly said.

"I know but you always wanted to come here. Getting your master's degree while living the life you dreamed of sounds like a nice deal to me," she said, subtly persuading you with a delightful sigh.

"It's so beautiful in here. Nice weather, fresh air, and the library, oh... you'll love it!" She tantalized you more with the imagery.

You pursed your lips in a hint of jealousy and bit your tongue, didn't want to make it heard.

That is the life you always dreamed of since you were very young, getting accepted to your dream university and living abroad, but when you think about how prestigious and hard it would be to get accepted, you relented.

And you met Felix, your plans got slightly changed but you were happy with the choices you made.

"It's not like I'm going to be accepted," you said with a heavy sigh.

Your friend condescendingly laughed into the phone, "how do you know? You don't even try!"

"Who said I don't try?" You barked into the phone out of a sudden burst of anger.

Your eyes immediately shifted to your boyfriend sleeping on the bed and at the small space in which you could see the whole apartment in one long look, you reminded yourself to keep it down.

You took a deep breath and lower your voice, "I have plans."

"What plans?"

"Plans that I made with boyfriend," you replied.

"And those are?"

"That I'm going to stay here with him, taking the scholarship that got offered to me and we'll get a bigger apartment..." you trailed your words and stopped talking altogether, she doesn't need to know the whole plans you made with Felix.

"What? Are you married to him?" She made fun of you and the plans entirely.

You didn't expect her to get it but those plans were what got your relationship this far, mocking it meant she mocked the entirety of your relationship.

"You wouldn't understand. You never had a man who fully committed to your relationship and it shows," you picked on her sensitive spot to anger her in return and it was enough of an effort.

"Oh, fuck you!" She cursed at you, then stifled a laugh or two after because she knew what you said was awfully true.

"Now that you got me nice and pissed off, I'm going," she told you.

You put your phone away to end the call but you faintly heard her still speaking into the phone so you put it close to your ear.

"....that you have one week left to apply!" She said then hung up.

You put your phone back and plugged it into the charger, you paced around the room to calm yourself down before going back to bed.

You didn't know how but Felix can always sense whenever you're anxious. It was as if your distressed consciousness rang an alarm in him.

"Babe, why are you up?" He asked, half awake with the duvet pooling around him.

His unruly hair and bare upper body were a familiar sight for you yet you never get tired of seeing it, he looked so good with no effort whatsoever.

You grinned at him and playfully lifted the duvet, going under, crawled over his body then lay on top of him.

You kissed his cheek dusted with freckles and whispered, "I'm going to give you your reward."

His eyes flew open an eyebrow raised, intrigued.

"Just lay back," you seductively said to him, pushing him back on his pillow.

You went under the duvet again and in the dim, your hands groped around to pull his sweatpants down until his cock sprang out.

It only took a few strokes to make it nice and semi-hard for you, you trailed the tip with your thumb before taking it whole into your mouth.

"Oh..." Felix lowly moaned and squirmed with his eyes closed.

He threw his hands on the bed and enjoyed the pleasure you provided for him through your mouth, your mouth that always knows how to pleasure him.

"So good... always," he hummed, a hand reached for the duvet because as much as it pleased him to be the one sitting back and being on the receiving end, the visual of it would complete the delightful experience.

And he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

He threw the duvet to the side and exposed you lying between his legs, he saw how your lips curled in the corner with his cock disappearing into your mouth and you looked at him through your lashes.

He never received oral from anyone else or any kind of sexual favors for that matter but he didn't intend to find out. Years of experimenting were enough for you both to know each other's likes and dislikes, what pleases and whatnot, where to touch, where to kiss, when to slow down or to pick up the speed, it was all written in the back of your heads and had them programmed to your brains.

You knew from the way his cock twitched, engorged in your mouth that he was close.

You slowly pulled away with a loud pop and replaced your mouth with your hand, knowing that you had to keep the stimulation going.

He groaned but kept watching your hand vigorously pumping his cock until his warm seed spurted out of the tip and a drop got on your chin while the rest dripped down your hand.

He got up to wipe the mess on your face, and trailed his thumb around your lips with your tongue playfully chasing to bite it, giggling.

"You're so..."

You looked up at him with wide eyes and sparkles in them, like you were looking at a divine living, "yes?"

How could he not be in love with you? When you're so alluring, endlessly enchanting him.

"Irresistible," he finished his sentence and kissed you so hard, knocking the air out of you.

Seven years and he never gets enough of your body, your love, you.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He greeted you as you made your way to the kitchen while hugging yourself, then sat on the chair of the small dining table.

Felix noticed you looked faint and wan, he could easily guess that it was that time of the month. He came to hand you a cup of coffee then placed a kiss on top of your head, "period?"

"Mmh," you answered and carefully sipped the steaming hot coffee after blowing air on it.

Felix went back to get a plate of breakfast and served it to you on the dining table, he stood behind your chair with his hands on your shoulders.

A smile rose on your face as soon as you saw what he cooked you for breakfast, heart-shaped pancakes with lots of strawberries and dusted with powdered sugar, exactly how you like it.

In contrast to his cool exterior and deep voice, Felix is sensitive and sweet, you believed he was raised with so much love and compassion. You were thankful to his parents every day for bringing him into the world and raising him well.

"I have that thing," he reminded you and cupped your cheeks in his hands, "the boys wanted to hang out after practice."

You tilted your head up to look at him and held his hand, "Yes, you told me about it yesterday."

"Should I not go? So I can stay with you?"

See? He's very, very sweet and he raised an impossible bar for other men to follow.

"No, you should go," you told him, grabbing both of his hands, "I'll just stay in and..."

"Eat ice cream and watch 10 Things I Hate About You?" He finished your sentence.

"Ugh... you know me so well," you groaned and pulled him close so he would plant a kiss on your lips.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Absolutely!" You answered without a beat, picked up your fork, and started digging into your breakfast.

You rubbed his forearms and smiled, "go out, have fun! You deserve it, baby," you convinced him.

Once you finished breakfast, you went to the living room and sat on the sofa, working on a thousand pieces of the jigsaw puzzle you had been working on for three weeks while Felix was showering and getting ready for work.

So far, you had worked on the outline of the puzzle and pieced around a few hundred pieces or so.

The puzzle is a painting of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam that Felix bought because he knows how much you like puzzles, it's also a good pastime activity.

You heard him coming out of the bedroom, looking so dapper with his damp hair slicked back with a few strands that fell out of place that only made him look effortlessly cool.

"You're halfway there!" He beamed as he saw the unfinished puzzle on the living room table.

"Barely!" You snorted.

You turned around to look at him, to properly look at what he was wearing. He wears dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and a bomber jacket, looking so fine even in just casual attire.

This was one of those moments that always make you ask yourself if he really is your boyfriend.

You got up from the sofa and didn't waste time throwing yourself at him, "stop looking so good and make the girls go crazy," you teased, inhaling the scent of his skin and kissing his neck, the very sensitive spot of him.

He chuckled at your remark and held you, "I won't be long."

You mumbled with your mouth pressed on his shoulder, "I won't let you in if you came home before midnight," you warned him.

He held the back of your head while pecking your cheek, "as long as you save some of the ice creams!"

"Deal!" You agreed without further discussion.

"Deal!" He said back and sealed the deal with a kiss.

After sending him on his way out of the house with a brief make-out session on the threshold, waving bye at him by the doorway until he left, you went back to your puzzle but the silence that settled in the apartment made you reminisce the phone call from last night.

Tempted, you checked for the information about the scholarship application to your dream university and it didn't come as a surprise that you were eligible to be an applicant.

The question was, would you apply or not?

You spent the night with a pint of salted caramel ice cream and a 2000s rom-com movie just like you planned, there was not much to do after, in fact, there was not much to do when you're unemployed.

You went to bed early with a heating pad on your stomach for the cramp and fell asleep almost immediately.

You got awakened in the middle of the night with a body pressed on top of yours.

"Baby," he called you.

You squeezed your eyes a few times to clear your vision and saw Felix resting his head on your stomach.

"You're home," you mumbled and slipped your hand in his hair, lazily ruffling his hair.

He lifted his head to look at you, "I miss you," he said.

"I miss you so, so, so much," he slurred.

You groped around the bedside table to turn on the lamp and saw the blushed cheeks and bleary eyes, it wasn't hard to know that Felix was drunk.

"I asked them if I could go home early so I can see you," he slurred his words, his voice vibrating throughout your ribcage as he spoke.

"I told them you're having cramps and I should be there with you but they're laughing at me," he sulked like a toddler, all pout and fussy, you couldn't help but laughed.

"They're just jealous," you told him to comfort him.

"They should be," he said.

"You are so beautiful and lovely and you cook the most delicious pasta," he paused to rub his nose with the back of his hand, "and there's only one of you."

He looked at you even though his eyes were out of focus, "and you're mine."

You cooed at him and cradled his small head, tangled your fingers in his soft locks. You got speechless and couldn't find anything to say back to him at how adorable he was being even when his consciousness was soaked in alcohol.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he sighed.

"I'm so lucky that you'll forever be mine," he added, giggling like a little kid on a Christmas morning.

Felix has a way with words and everything that comes out of his mouth is overflowing with charms, even in heated arguments or fights, you never once heard him saying anything hurtful to you, he would rather leave and back when his head had cleared.

"Did you have fun?" You asked, a hand rubbing his back.

"Mmh," he hummed in response.

"Did anyone try to hit on you?" You partly joked and the other part was you genuinely curious if anyone tried to hit on him.

He's pleasing to the eyes and it's impossible to miss such a face, you witnessed more than a dozen times of people trying to shoot their shot with him, a few times it happened when you were there right beside him.

"Sleepy," he mumbled.

You held him and let him rest his head on your chest, "go to sleep then, my big baby," you told him.

You kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight!"

He didn't answer and probably because he was already sleeping. You closed your eyes and tried to get back to sleep as well with your heart full to the brim.

A moment later, Felix put his hands around you and held you so close with his head nuzzled deep into your neck.

"Hold me tight!" He softly muttered.

"I don't want to catch bad dreams!" He grumbled into your neck.

That was Felix's thing, he couldn't sleep without holding you close to the point that he believes he would be having bad dreams if you didn't.

How could you not be in love when he's sweet like this?

You put your hands around him and held him close like he asked you to.

"I love you," he said with a soft smile.

Even for the thousandth time, your heart still flutters whenever he said those three words to you.

"I love you too," you said to him.

He leaned in and pursed his lips, "kiss, please?" He nicely asked.

How can you resist?

He's so, so sweet.

"Why is there a bag full of gummy bears?" Felix asked, his voice got deeper in the morning, and lifted a plastic bag full of candies at you.

You laughed while pouring him a glass of orange juice, "You don't remember?"

His forehead wrinkled in confusion then shook his head.

You led him to the dining table and sat him down on the chair, "you brought it last night."

He jerked his head away in shock and took the glass of juice from you, "Huh?"

You nodded and pushed a plate of breakfast in front of him on the table.

He slapped his forehead in embarrassment, "did I do something stupid last night?" He cringed as he asked the question.

"Nothing out of ordinary," you joked with a grin on your face.

He picked up his fork and started eating his breakfast while you watched him, fixing his bedhead and admiring the beautiful, apparent freckles on his bare face.

"What are we going to watch tonight?" He grabbed your hand and intertwined it with him on the table.

It was Friday and every Friday night, you have a movie night together. It was your turn to pick the movie this week and to be honest, you completely forgot about it.

"I am torn between two movies," you replied, then sip your coffee.

"Please don't tell me one of them is a horror movie," he asked with suspicious eyes.

You laughed and waved him off, "what do you take me for, babe?"

He sighed in relief and took a forkful of the scrambled egg while grinning, then out of nowhere kissed your knuckles.

Once Felix left, you were haunted by the fact that it was the last day to apply to your dream university.

You stared at the website for almost an hour with your pointer hovering above the submit button, you already filled the form and scrolled the page up and down making sure you have everything filled. You checked it over more than three times already.

All it takes was one more click.

One thing that kept you from it was the guilt of doing it without telling Felix, or maybe because you were so used to sharing everything with him and hiding something felt like committing a cardinal sin for you.

Even in a relationship, you are allowed to have a personal space, right?

And you just wanted to try and there was a big possibility that you wouldn't pass anyway. If you failed, you got to keep it as a secret from him or something to share and laugh about with him someday in the future.

Holding your breath, you clicked the submit button until a green check appeared on the screen, announcing that your application had been submitted.

You found yourself going out and waiting for Felix to be done with his work at the coffee shop across the street from his agency.

Deep down, you knew that your guilty conscience was what brought you here.

You saw him heading your way, crossing the street like he was walking on a fashion runway, your heart palpation and couldn't tell if it was because of the secret or he was simply, breathtakingly beautiful.

And that beautiful man made his way to your table, to you.

You shot up from the chair and let everyone in the coffee shop know he was heading towards you.

The smile that he had on his face from the moment he saw you didn't wear off until he stood right in front of you, he gently cupped your cheek and planted a kiss on it even though you were offering him your lips. You got it that he didn't want to make it uncomfortable for people to see, but you like to think that he didn't want to make them jealous of you.

"Have you been waiting long?" He asked.

You shook your head, "Let's buy dinner and go home!"

"Okay, sure!" He took your hand, leading you to the door with all those jealous eyes following you out of the coffee shop.

When you have him, all your weariness evaporated into thin air. When you have him, you have everything you needed. When you have him, the rest of the world can go fuck itself.

"Babe, it's starting!" You shouted from the sofa as the movie started playing on the TV.

Felix hurriedly took his favorite soda out of the fridge, dashed to sit next to you, and pulled you closer with a hand around your waist.

He groaned when he saw the movie title that hinted it was a horror movie.

"Babe, you promised me!" He dropped his face onto your shoulder.

"It's not horror. It's a thriller!" You corrected.

He sighed in defeat and pulled you even closer, forcing you to sit on the space between his legs so he could put his hands around you.

"I'm going to make you a shield between me and the horror movie," he adorably said and hid his head behind your head.

You softly laughed and turned your head at him, "I said it's not horror!"

Felix continued watching with half of his face hidden behind you and his hand slowly making his way under your sweater.

As the movie progressed, his fingers inched closer to your breast where he sighed, "no bra, nice..." he softly cheered like a little kid.

You scoffed and suppressed a laugh while trying to stay focused on watching the movie.

He cupped your breast and gently fondled it, fingers lightly circling your nipple and you could see his hand moving through the fabric.

Didn't want it to be a lost opportunity, Felix used his other hand and slipped it under.

You gasped the moment his cold hand made a contact with your breast.

Felix halted his movement, "what is it?"

"Your hand is so cold," you answered, half-laughing.

Felix also laughed, remembering that he had been holding his soda can with that hand.

"Sorry, babe!" He took his hand back and rubbed his hand over his lap repeatedly before cupping your breast again.

"Better?"

You nodded and hummed as his hand felt warm on your skin.

He kissed your neck while his hands softly kneaded on your ample flesh, "Let's go on a date tomorrow!"

You let your head drop onto his shoulder, "I can't. My sister is having a wedding dress fitting tomorrow," you reminded him.

"Oh yeah, that, I forgot," he blabbered, then continued playing with your nipples again and softly pinched on them.

You let out a low yelp of pain.

"You're not watching the movie are you?" You asked him.

He giggled into your ear and pressed a wet kiss on your neck, "you are more entertaining than the movie," he said.

It's bewildering how he always made it obvious that he's such a fool for you and didn't shy to admit it.

"Baby, I'm home!" You announced once you entered the apartment and carried a dressing carrier on your back. Instead of him answering you, you heard the blasting sounds of Felix playing video games in the living room.

It was useless to try to talk to him when he was playing, you put all of your things on the dining table and quickly get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen.

It was when he finished a round of the game that Felix noticed you were already home, "hey babe, I didn't know you're home!"

He got up and approached you, hugging you from the back as you gulped down the water and finished with a gasp.

"You seem tired," he said, putting his hands on your shoulders and started massaging them.

"She made me try dozen of bridesmaid dresses," you sighed and moaned at how good his massage felt, loosening up with every firm touch on your tensed muscle.

He spotted the dress carrier on the dining table and pointed at it, "is that the dress?"

You nodded.

He went to open it and saw the dress, "can I see it?"

"You're seeing it!" You told him with a nonchalant shrug.

"I mean, I want to see you wearing it, babe!" He said, trailing his hand on the silky fabric of the dress in iridescent lilac color.

"Don't you see your poor girlfriend is tired after trying on a bunch of dresses?" You pouted while holding the empty glass with both hands.

"Please?" He pleaded with an even more adorable pout than you.

And how could you say no when he asked you nicely like that?

Felix played another round of video games while waiting for you to put the dress on to show to him. It was easier when there was another person who helped you get in it and it was a whole lot different thing when you tried to put it on yourself.

After a lot of shimmying yourself into the dress and pulling the zipper with so much effort. You took time to check your appearance in the mirror and think of what you should do to your hair for when the day comes, you put your hair into a messy bun to expose your beautiful collarbone.

The dress gave you limited access to walk freely you have to waddle to the living room.

Felix's fingers were busy punching buttons on the controller and you stood there waiting for him to finish the game.

He won another round and put down his controller on the table, carefully not to mess with your unfinished jigsaw puzzle.

You took two steps and stood in front of him with arms open, "so, what do you think?" You asked.

Felix sighed and reclined in his seat, instantly overwhelmed with the sight.

"Do a spin for me?" His voice suddenly dropped lower.

You obeyed without asking and spun around in place, "do you like it?"

He tilted his head slightly down and looking at you through his hooded eyes, tongue poked his inner cheek.

He let out a heavy sigh before speaking, "Listen, your sister would make a beautiful bride but babe..."

He leaned forward and gestured you to come closer which you complied, and waddled until you stood right in front of him.

"You're not supposed to look more beautiful than the bride," he said and buried his head on your stomach, taking your hands, then putting them around his neck.

Seven years of dating and you still find yourself not immune to his cheesy words.

He looked up at you, there was an expression on his face that made all his facial features appear sharper, masculine, and extremely hot.

He moved his hands to the back and cupped your ass in his hands, softly squeezing on the flesh, "Fuck! You're so hot!" He said with so much frustration and disbelief.

You chuckled and cupped his face to plant a kiss on him. He raised from the sofa and towered over you even though he was only a few inches taller than you.

"I want to fuck you," he said in a soft tone, in contrast to his intention.

He pushed his mouth close to your ear, "I want to fuck you so hard," he whispered, roughly taking your mouth in his and kissing you hard and deep.

He lifted your feet off the floor and carried you to the bedroom all the while his lips were lathering yours. He gently lay you down on the bed and rushed to get on top of you, lifting the hem of your dress higher to cup your sex.

You abruptly stopped returning his kiss and pushed him enough to make a space in between, "Can I take the dress off first? I don't want to ruin it."

He smirked, "only if I'm the one taking it off of you."

Once the dress was out of the way, Felix didn't hold himself back from doing what he planned to do to you.

Felix plays his game well, he knows when to be tender and knows when to get rough, on top of everything, he always checks if you are always up for it. But that night, he was a mix of the two.

He was deep inside you, your legs all pulled up and he thrusting hard and as shallow as possible at a painstakingly slow pace.

His cock nudged just the right spot and he knew, he knew from all the noises you made.

He interlaced his hand with yours on the bed while hovering above you, watching your face reacting to every movement he made against you.

But what really get you off was how he was smiling so sweetly at you.

You placed a hand on his cheek, "you're fucking me so hard but,"

You paused to let out a moan as he pulled out of you and jammed it back inside, all at once.

"You're smiling like that to me," you finally finished.

His free hand reached for your face to put the strands of hair away from your face.

"You make my whole body fluttering," you said with a giggle.

And he felt it too.

How your tight walls fluttered around him and how his heart flutter as well from the way you called his name, needy and breathlessly.

And called his name again with your broken voice when the pleasure washed over you.

He placed kisses all over your face endearingly while emptying his seed deep inside you.

"I love you so much," he muttered with a soft kiss on your open mouth.

It took you a moment to properly return his words, "I love you too."

And yes, your heart flutters still.

You were working on your puzzle again, halfway finished, and trying to piece the blank section of the puzzle, matching each piece accordingly to the color hues. You didn't know how many times Felix had called you until his hand was on your shoulder.

"Can you take care of the bills?" He asked.

"Sure, baby," you shortly answered as he squeezed your cheek endearingly, it has always been your task since you graduated and are unemployed, it's the least you can do on your part.

"Consider it done!" You added with a bright smile.

He leaned down to kiss you, "no need to send me off," he said and kissed you more.

You got up to give him proper hugs, disobey his words, and sent him off to the door.

"Be careful!" You said as you lingered on the door and watched him walking down the stairs, waving your hand at him until he was out of your sight.

Before you get back to your puzzle and are immersed in it, you went to your laptop to pay the bills as he asked you to. You made sure nothing was missing and paid everything from your joined account, sent him a text to inform him the task has done then reclined on the chair with arms outstretched.

Your phone vibrated with a reply but mostly a mix of kissing and heart emoji.

Before turning off the laptop, you checked your emails and your heart skipped a beat when you spotted an email from your dream university.

You slowly guided the pointer and clicked to open it. You braced yourself for the worst outcome, it was better to expect disappointment so you wouldn't be as disappointed.

Through squinted eyes, you started reading then stopped altogether after the first sentence,

"Congratulations, we are pleased to inform you that you have passed the qualifications to be our scholarship grantee..."

You jerked your head away and gasped in disbelief, a hand covered your mouth. You read the words all over again just in case your mind tricked your eyes, making you see things that weren't real.

But it was true, you passed and you were asked to attend a one-on-one interview this Thursday.

This was still a lot to process but you got so happy, got you kicking your feet in the air, and biting your fist in excitement. You picked up your phone and composed a text to Felix, paused a few times as you were still having a hard time containing yourself, and fathoming how you feel into words.

But as you typed, you realized you haven't told him about it. This would come out as a surprise to him, probably not a pleasing one.

It comes as second nature to you to tell Felix first whenever you receive news, good or bad. That's just how much you cherish him.

It got you sad that not only that you had been keeping this from him, but you also couldn't share this happiness with him.

You erased the long text you have typed on the chat box and locked your phone, slumped on the chair, sighing to the ceiling.

You stared at the email that got you closer to your dream and wondered why it make you sad.

You've been dreading it.

Thursday was only two days away and it had been five days since you've been keeping the news from him, it would be an understatement to say that you felt bad for him, you were dying inside.

It was getting harder to breathe, harder to talk to him without having the urge to blurt out everything right there and then.

Felix held you close again, putting his hands around you with his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. It was impossible for him to not notice that you were restless and couldn't sleep.

When he looked at you, you were staring up at the ceiling, wide awake.

"Is something bothering you?" He asked and tenderly kissed your cheek.

You let out a soft laugh and sighed, "I can't sleep."

Felix also laughed because it was obvious, "tell me what's bothering you!"

You shook your head and kissed him on his freckled cheek, "Let's do that thing!"

He raised his eyebrows at you, "that thing?"

You nodded.

"Right now?"

You nodded again.

Felix turned on all the lights in the apartment and went to the fridge to take out a few things while you walked around the kitchen taking out the utensils you needed.

"What are we going to bake?" He asked with his hands resting on the kitchen counter.

You thought for a while and thought of something simple, "cookies?"

He nodded with pouty lips, "okay," he responded, "I think we still have a pack of chocolate chips somewhere."

Felix likes baking. Again, his cool exterior is pretty much the opposite of what he truly is. He said that his love for baking comes from watching people enjoying what he made and the other reason is, that baking helps him relax. It's a form of therapy for him.

You got skeptical at first and that was because you can't bake for shit.

But as he patiently guided you and gave you instructions, measuring the ingredients and mixing them all into one mixture, baking it, and eating what you made, you got what the fuss is about.

It was indeed therapeutic.

Unfortunately, Felix couldn't find the pack of chocolate chips he believed he saw somewhere in the fridge and replaced it with peanut butter.

After the last batch of cookies is out of the oven, you plate some cookies and poured milk into two glasses, sitting on the small dining table and eating cookies together at 3 in the morning.

It was indeed calming and rewarding as he started to munch on his third cookie, drinking milk in between, and formed a milk mustache on his upper lip.

You wiped it with your thumb and smiled, he is so adorable, he wouldn't be mad if you tell him about it, right?

"I have something to talk to you about," you said, putting down your half-finished cookie and taking a sip of your drink.

"What is it, babe?" He asked, leaning forward and putting on all of his attention on you.

"Back in my high school days, do you remember me talking about going to my dream university?" You began with a simple question.

"Of course!" He replied without a beat.

"You always wanted to go there and live abroad," he said, clasping his hands in front of him.

You nodded, convinced that he still remember it.

"Well, I recently applied for a scholarship in that university," you softly spoke and enunciated the words ever so slowly so he didn't trip on any word.

"Really?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah," you answered while vigorously nodding.

"And how did it go?"

"I passed the qualifications and I have an interview with them this Thursday," you explained, rushed the words, and stopped when you were a second away from rambling.

Felix got quiet and put his clasped hands against his mouth while you held your breath waiting for a response, a word, a gesture, anything.

He took a sip of his milk and licked his lips before speaking, "that's good for you!"

Well, that was unexpected. You thought he would be mad for not telling him but he was so calm and mature about it, you started to wonder if you accidentally put something in the cookies or what.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

He pursed his lips, "yeah, well, you've always wanted to try to apply for the scholarship, right?"

You nodded.

"I think that's great!" He sincerely said and took a new cookie from the plate.

You let out the breath you didn't know you'd been holding and smiled. All these times you thought of the worst outcomes and stressed about it, they were for nothing in the end.

It was one thing to try to achieve your dream but it's a lot more meaningful when someone supports that dream.

"I think we should try mixing the peanut butter with chocolate chips next," he commented and drained the milk in his glass.

"Yes, sure!" You said as you bit into your cookie with a big smile on your face.

"I have suits. I don't think we need to buy a new one," Felix grumbled as you pushed him to the fitting room to try on a black tuxedo for him to wear on the wedding day.

"Just try it on, please?" You insisted and leaned against the door, not letting him out.

You sat on the small sofa and waited for him to come out in anticipation. After a while, the door swung open and Felix stepped out of it, looking completely dashing in a black tux, and even though his hair wasn't styled, it only added more charms to his look.

You bit your lower lip and were once again blown away by the fact that he is your boyfriend for the last seven years.

He wore such intricate yet exquisite attire and you wanted to take it off of him one by one, piece by piece then please him in so many ways.

"It just needs a little more alteration," the tailor said to you, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts.

"Yes," you hurriedly answered.

"How long will it take?" You asked him.

"Two days max!" He answered.

You nodded and let him do the fitting on Felix, measuring his size and adjusting the tux to his slender body.

"I look stupid in it," he mumbled as he checked himself in the mirror.

You went to him, kissed his cheek, and dragged your mouth to his ear, "you have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," you whispered since the tailor was busy jotting down Felix's measurements on a note.

He shot you a sly smirk with a hand snaked to your ass and squeezed on it, "you naughty!"

But his flustered smile turned you on even more and oh... if only you were alone in the room, you would have pushed him back into the fitting room and done bad things with him inside.

You refrained because the night was still young and you have plenty of time to do that later.

Perhaps this good behavior came from your exceptionally good mood.

The interview you did for the scholarship went well yesterday and you didn't even think of what the result would be, you were grateful just to have done your best and left no room for regret. You were certain it was because of Felix's approval, you did it all without having to hide it from him.

After leaving the tailor shop, you decided it was enough of shopping and didn't want to bore Felix with aimlessly walking around the mall, but something stopped your track when you saw a collection of jewelry on the display, thinking that a piece would help to complement your bridesmaid look.

He noticed that you wanted to take a look and took you inside, "Let's take a look!"

You went around the shop looking at all sorts of jewelry inside the glass display and saw a necklace with its beautiful gemstone that caught the light and reflected it to you, luring you to come and take a look.

The lady behind the counter kindly let you have a look and try it on, you never had an interest in expensive jewelry but once the necklace rested on the curve of your neck, you instantly fell in love with how it nicely hung around your neck.

Felix knew without you needing to say, "Let's take it!" He said.

You asked the lady for the price and gasped at how expensive it was, immediately returned the necklace to her so she can put it back inside the glass display, and stopped you from wanting to buy it.

"It's expensive," you whispered to him.

You held his hand and took him to the direction of the door, "and I have a few jewelries to wear anyway," you added, more like consoled yourself for couldn't afford to buy it.

Felix pulled you in the opposite direction and talked to the lady, "We'll take the necklace!"

You politely smiled at the lady and stopped her from taking the necklace, "No, no, he's not serious—"

"No need to wrap it," he told the lady while sliding his credit card on the table at her, holding you back from preventing him from buying it for you.

You squeezed his hand with your eyes and shot him panicked glares, "It's expensive," you kept saying to him despite the lady has swiped his credit card and handed him the necklace.

"Turn around!" He ordered. He had to repeat it twice until you finally complied, turning around and facing the mirror on the counter.

"Why did you buy it? It's expensive!" You said again and again to him with an exasperated sigh.

"You never asked me to buy you anything so I insist you accept whatever I bought for you, okay?" He said, carefully putting the necklace around your neck and fastening the clasp. He then put all of your hair away and softly combed it with his fingers to finally see the final look together in the mirror.

"It looks good on you!" He said with a smile and a kiss on your cheek.

It was indeed perched nicely on your neck, your fingers reached for the teardrop-shaped gemstone and gently rubbed on it, in awe at how pretty it is.

It was also true that you never asked anything, you are not the type who likes to be spoiled with things and rather have it in the form of quality time. Also, you both plan to move to a bigger apartment and you thought it was wise to not spend money on something unnecessary.

On the other hand, you understood his good intention.

You never wanted anything yet he always tries his best to make you happy, no matter what it takes and this was his effort to do so.

Suddenly you got flooded with emotions and turned around to look at him with your eyes brimming with tears.

"Why? You don't like it?" He asked, hurriedly hiding you in his hug.

You eagerly shook your head, "I love it so much," you answered with a sniffle.

He softly chuckled while placing soothing rubs on your back, "I'm glad you like it."

Once you got home, there was no time for movie night. You roughly pushed him to bed and straddled him, kissing and laughing in between.

For Felix, you are the sexiest when you were confident like this, ripping his clothes off and sending them flying, littering the bedroom floor.

You kissed him down from his lips down to his throbbing cock and pleased him with your mouth.

Felix's deep growls only made you even more enthusiastic to please him, bobbing your head up and down his length while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Argh, babe," he kept trying to mutter praises despite his brain being close to short-circuiting but the way he tugged at your hair tells it all.

You slowed down the pace and gave his tip a swirl with your tongue, leaving it dripping wet with your saliva.

You took pieces of clothes you were still wearing and let him watch with his drooping eyes until there was nothing on you but the necklace he bought you dangling from your neck as you hovered above him.

He gave your waist a soft squeeze and hummed in delight, "you're so beautiful," he cooed.

You giggled at his praise with your hand wrapped around his cock, and started gently stroking to keep him stimulated.

And slowly, lowered yourself and ease down on him with a low, sultry mewl escaping your mouth.

He fit you right, everything about him just right.

You moved against him with your hands intertwined with him as he held you steady.

When your eyes met in the middle of the heating lovemaking, you shot him a smile of contentment.

"Never get enough of this cock," you breathlessly said to him, slowing the pace a little while clenching around him.

Felix let out a loud yet deep groan, his fingers tightening in the spaces between your fingers.

"I want you to fill me full," you told him, rode him slow yet kept his cock snug, deep inside you.

"Will you cum for me, baby?" You sweetly asked while intentionally clenched around him.

Felix pressed his lips together to muffle his grunts and stifled a nod.

Without warning, you picked up the pace and not stopping until he fell apart underneath you, body went feeble with low whimpers coming out of his mouth.

You withdrew just enough until he was out of you.

Felix forced his eyes open to watch his white seed dripping out of you and all over his length.

"You cum a lot for me," you beamed with a soft smile and didn't hesitate to put his cock back inside you.

He softly hissed at the sensation of entering you, warm and snug inside you once again.

You slowly rested your body on top of him, kissing him while he relished the waves of pleasure washing over him.

"If this is what I get for wearing a tux," he spoke with eyes closed and placed a hand on your head, "maybe I should wear it every day from now on," he continued with a fucked out smile.

You responded with a tender kiss on the lips before back to straddling him, drawing back just a little to admire his beautiful face.

You sighed in wonder and got hit by the realization of how lucky you are to have him.

"I love you," you said, even though he didn't need to hear it to know but you will say it thousand times more if that proves how much you love him.

He felt it deep within him as well from how his heart felt like bursting whenever he hears it. He had been with you for the last seven years and each day your presence becomes even more imperative to his life, paramount.

To say your presence is like air to him would be an understatement, you are the life itself.

"I love you," he said back and he felt like crying because it was true, he didn't care, he has nothing to hide from you.

Felix is that sensitive and easily gets emotional, especially when it comes to speaking his heart out.

And you had seen this sentimental side of him a few times already.

"I love you so, so much," he said again, sounding like he was about to break into tears.

You smiled because you really are the luckiest.

He's so, so sweet and he's yours.

The puzzle was almost finished.

There was a section on the center-right that needed to be solved but there were only a few pieces left on the box where you put all the puzzle pieces in.

Was it you or did the puzzle missing a few pieces?

You opened your mouth to ask Felix but he got to you first, "I found these when I vacuumed the living room," he said, showing you puzzle pieces in the palm of his hand.

"Thank you, babe!" You grinned, putting them back in the box to not risk losing them again.

You took a moment to ogle him, he wore blue jeans and a white t-shirt, the most conventional look yet he made it look so exquisite like he invented it, owned it.

You got up from the sofa and clung to him, pecking his face. He hoisted you up against him and helplessly stayed still as you kept kissing his face non-stop, surrendering himself to you.

You chuckled seeing him wait for you to be done and finished with a kiss on his lips, "Have a great day at work!"

That was one way to send him off for the day, with a sweet kiss and a sweet smile, waving bye at him until he disappeared from your sight.

In the afternoon as you were picking up Felix's tuxedo, you got a phone call from an unknown number. You took a seat on the small sofa while waiting for the tailor to get the tux for you, then accepted the phone call.

"Hello?"

From the first sentence, you could tell the rest of what the phone call would be and your head got slightly lightheaded, out of happiness, out of shock, a hell out of mixed feelings.

You got it, you got the scholarship to your dream university.

You stared at the floor in utter disbelief after the phone call ended and the tailor had to tap your shoulder a few times to reel you back to reality.

You called your friend, the first one who suggested you try to apply for the scholarship.

"I got in!" You said to her, skipping the politeness and the apology for being mean to her the last time you two spoke.

"What? Got in what?" She asked, nonchalantly.

"I got the scholarship!"

There was a silence, after that a lot of noises all at once. You waited until the high-pitched screams and squeals passed.

"I can't believe you're coming here!" She said in excitement.

"You don't understand!" You said rather too harshly.

You screwed your eyes shut out of frustration, "I have plans with Felix," you sadly muttered.

"Are you kidding? You wanted this since you were sixteen!" She reminded you of how you always boasted about going to this dream university of yours when you were younger.

"I'm not going to take it!" You persisted and saying it felt like betraying your heart.

"You can do that after you graduate!" She snapped, probably because of how easily you made such a big decision.

"No, you don't understand. Not only does this mean I have to leave him but I'll destroy our plans, our lives, it's everything!" You screamed into the phone and were glad that the tailor shop was empty.

"Look, if he's a good boyfriend like you always said, he would understand."

"No," you raked your hair with your fingers, making your neat ponytail turn disheveled, a few loose strands escaped the hair tie.

"I'm not going to take it," you said but this time you sounded like convincing yourself rather than telling your friend.

You heard your friend sigh in exasperation, "let me ask you this then..."

You could hear the frustrated, heavy sighs your friend let out to calm herself down.

"Are you going to regret it? By saying no?" She asked.

Suddenly, you got tongue-tied and unable to answer her. The honest and straight answer would be yes, you would regret it if you didn't take it. But something tugged at your chest and made you feel bad to ever think of saying it. You made a promise to Felix and you have plans, you'll stick to it as you've always been.

"No, no, no..." your voice broke at the end, and the more you denied it, the more it tantalize you.

You waited for the lights to turn green and crossed the intersection that led to his agency. You usually waited for him in the coffee shop but that day, you chose to wait in the lobby of his agency building with the big paper bag of Felix's tux seated next to you.

"You didn't tell me you're coming!" Felix said as soon as he got off the elevator and saw you. You were coming unannounced which was something that you wouldn't do because of all people, you would know he doesn't like to make you wait for him.

You came to hug him, a little longer than you intended to, and immediately retracted yourself at the reminder that you were in his workplace.

"I was thinking of having dinner together?" You asked with a smile that you hoped was a convincing one.

Felix checked his phone screen to see the time, "I think it's too early for dinner," he said, "if we had dinner now, I have to go back here after."

Your shoulders slumped and your smile faded a little, "Uhm... that's okay. I was picking up, I was out so... I just thought—" you stopped yourself from blabbering with a nervous laugh and a shaky breath.

Felix sensed that you were in distress, it was obvious you were a little off, it was just dinner so he relented and grabbed your hand.

"You know what, let's have dinner," he said with a smile, "I'll just blame you if I got hungry again later."

You were the one who invited him to dinner but you were too busy making sure he got everything for him right, filled his glass with water, made sure his food wasn't spicy, and if your table have enough napkins.

He saw you kept your hands under the table and your food left untouched, something was off.

"Babe, are you okay?" He asked.

"You haven't touched your food," he gestured to your dinner, still looking like how it was served a few minutes ago.

You awkwardly smiled and reached for your water to take a sip, "I picked up your tuxedo today," you stalled with small talk.

"Yeah, I saw," he said, stacking his hands together on the table and leaning forward.

"What is it, baby? You can tell me," he softly said, a hand reached for yours and held it firmly.

You sighed and let out a dry laugh, whatever you tried to hide was no longer hiding anymore.

"The scholarship..." you began and something already clogged your throat.

"Yes?"

"I got the scholarship," you admitted as your heart sank in anticipation of what his reaction would be. You wanted to vomit but had nothing but air and anxiety.

He got quiet for a moment and let the silence fill the space, he then looked into your eyes in a cryptic gaze.

"The scholarship to your dream university?" He asked.

You nodded.

He nodded along in response.

"So?"

"Well, it's your dream university," he simply said, licking his lips while he gathered his thoughts. His thumb softly rubbed your knuckle and it made you even more anxious than before, giving you the opposite effect of what his touches usually provided.

"You want this, right?"

This felt like a trap question, a question that will shape your life and where your life branched out into new series of possibilities. A new path that will lead to a different ending. How to know which that will brings you a happy ending?

You stared into his eyes and it was hard, it was harder to keep lying to yourself, you wanted this and so you nodded.

"It's settled then!" He ended the conversation by letting go of your hand on the table and back to his food.

The absence of his warmth on your hand felt like a big loss but he was so calm about it and you should be happy that your friend was right, maybe Felix understood how important this is for you.

You would be happy, ecstatic even only if his calm didn't feel like the one that signified a storm is coming.

Felix came back to his agency after dinner and kissed you on the lips before parting, telling you that he would be home late that night.

And you shouldn't have waited for him but you couldn't sleep with your head constantly thinking of everything, the scholarship and him, everything in between.

Is it selfish of you to want to achieve your dream? Is it greedy of you to also want to stay with him?

It was a little after 2 am that Felix finally came home and you stayed lying on your side with your back facing him, didn't want him to know you were still awake.

You heard him walking around the bedroom and from his nighttime routine that you knew by heart, he went to the bathroom to wash up and then change his clothes, got himself a glass of water before coming to bed.

When you felt the bed shift next to you, your heart leaped.

You hated to overthink but couldn't help it as well, you were scared he would change because of your decision, or worse mad at you but he keeps it to himself.

And he was laying next to you but he didn't hold you like he always does. You could hear his low breathing yet he didn't say goodnight to you.

You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying and just like he heard your silent cry, he wrapped his hands around you with his head nestled close to the back of your head you could feel his warm breathing.

He pressed a long kiss on your neck and whispered, "Goodnight, angel!"

And after all, maybe he understood that you needed this, needed him.

You cooked breakfast for him but he came out of the bedroom already dressed and ready to go.

You ran to pull a chair for him on the dining table, "come and have breakfast!"

You didn't forget to put on the brightest smile for him.

He rushed to collect his bag and came to you, "I have to leave now for early practice," he said and placed a quick kiss on your forehead.

He picked up a slice of toast from his breakfast and pulled you into a hug, "I'll be home late," he said.

It felt as if he had no time to stay a few minutes while he was usually the type to make the time for you.

You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and not letting him go, "I'll be waiting," you told him.

He flashed you a smile and kissed you again on the lips, a quick one that felt more like a brush to the lips to be considered a kiss.

You half-jogged to follow him out of the door and stood by the doorway, waving your hand at him like you usually do.

You convinced yourself that he really was in a rush, he mentioned that he will be busy this week because he was working on new choreography. You shouldn't overthink and burden yourself with useless thoughts that send you spiraling.

The puzzle was almost finished and it succeeded in making you put all of your focus on it, but the last few pieces were still missing. You searched around the house but could only find some from under the carpet and table.

After putting them in the puzzle, you got even more annoyed because you only needed one last piece left to complete the puzzle.

You groaned in frustration and gave up looking for it with the thought that all lost things eventually find their way back somehow, or it usually did.

The day was still long so you decided to start packing things for your sister's wedding and once you were done with yours, you packed Felix's knowing that he'll be too busy to do it. You will leave 3 days earlier because of the bridesmaid duties and Felix would come the day before the wedding.

Not forgetting to bring the necklace he bought you which you decided to put back in its box for safekeeping and would wear for the occasion.

You got gleeful every time you see it, how you like it, and ultimately because it was a gift from Felix.

You called him as you sat in front of your dinner that was getting cold with every ring of the phone call left unanswered.

You sent him a text at the end and reminded him to not skip his meal, telling him how much you miss him with a lot of emojis that represent your feelings, or so you hoped.

You changed into your nightdress, the short one that barely covered your ass, and who knows that he might like what he sees even after a long, tiring day. It usually works, so you didn't see why it wouldn't do its magic once more?

You waited while browsing the website of the university you will be going to and dreaming of what it would be like to finally study and live there as well.

You felt like pinching your cheeks and got giddy at the thought you didn't notice Felix was already home.

"What are you smiling at?" He asked as he was taking off his jacket.

Even from a few steps away, you could smell his freshly showered body which made you instantly crave him.

"Nothing," you said with a gleeful smile and held out your hand at him.

He took your hand without any hint of suspicion and you pulled him, sending him crashing his body against yours onto the bed.

You laughed as his body toppled you and didn't wait to roll over to pin him under you.

Felix wasn't expecting this yet not opposed to the idea of what this might lead into.

"Let me take your clothes off for you," you sweetly asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He was always prone to your charms and had nothing against this.

You proceeded to work open the buttons of his shirt one by one while seductively smiling at him while his hand made its way to your ass and softly caressed it, finger playing with the hem of your nightdress.

It never ceases to amaze you that he got freckles scattered on his chest as well as stars against the night sky and formed constellations on the smooth of his skin.

You kissed his freckled skin that led your mouth to his neck, sending him floating high up the sky.

Feeling playful, you gently nibbled on his ear and let your breath tickle him.

"What's the luggage for?" He suddenly asked, stopping you from kissing the sensitive skin close to his ear.

You both looked at the luggage you prepared this afternoon, "oh, I packed for our trip, for the wedding," You reminded.

Felix's face turned a little dark and he heavily sighed, his hands were off of you in a second.

You recognized that sad face and chuckled, "We'll only be away from each other for two days," you said.

Maybe he was exhausted, was sensitive, had too many thoughts in his head already or maybe you shouldn't mention anything about being away from each other.

That was why he took it the wrong way, his face turned sour and eyebrows knitted together, "and you think I'll be okay with you being away from me for two years?"

You got taken aback by the turn of a moment, "that's not what I mean," you hurriedly said with a smile, trying to resolve it before it all went off track.

He got up from the bed and sat facing you with his shirt left open, hanging loosely around his shoulders.

"Come on, you know what is most likely to happen with the distance you put between us!" He said.

You got the impression that he put all this on you and you had a hard time taking it, "you think I wanted this?"

"You said it yourself!"

Felix propped a hand on the mattress, "during the dinner I asked you if this is what you wanted and you said yes."

"What I meant is yes, I wanted this scholarship but not being away from you," you corrected your statement, trying to keep your calm as you spoke to him even though you were so close to losing it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a few seconds, "I thought you wanted to stay with me," he sighed, then turned his head the other way.

"That's true. That's all I ever wanted." You assured him, putting your hand on his hand and hoping he would read your mind through physical touch.

He looked at you and intensely stared into your two dark orbs, "then why you chose to go and be as far away from me?"

It wasn't only about him raising his voice with his chest heaving but the way he uttered his words like he was spitting acid that burned your insides, he didn't say anything hurtful but it was painful to listen.

"It's not about me choosing to be as far away from you. It's my dream, I thought—"

He cut you off with a frustrated groan, "and you acting like this is going to be okay?"

You had fought before but never this intense, not this much anger and definitely not with this much pain that it got unbearable you started crying.

"We have plans and you're just going to bail on it like it was nothing," he ever so casually said like it didn't hurt you to hear it, egging on your pain.

"Felix, can you please let me explain," you begged, grabbing him by the elbow as he got off the bed and started buttoning his shirt back.

You followed him and sat on the edge of the bed, "the distance is not going to change how I feel about you," you said.

"I love you," you cried harder at the end of the sentence.

He got up and walked to the door, out of the bedroom.

You didn't want to lose him until you get a chance to explain.

"Felix, please!" You begged once again as he made his way to the threshold.

He put his shoes on in silence while you hugged yourself crying, having a lot to say yet unable to speak, afraid that your distressed mind saying things you didn't mean to.

"Don't leave, please?" You tripped on your words with your sobs getting in your throat.

He got up and stood there facing you with an apparent space between you and him, "You chose this so we might as well end this now," he said.

You let out a choked sob, "no, please don't say that!"

"Just end this right here!" He said but his eyes were empty, or maybe he was hiding all of his emotions somewhere where you couldn't see them.

"No! You didn't mean that!" you vigorously shook your head, didn't want to believe what you just heard.

You pulled him by the elbow as he turned for the door, "Felix, please, I love you," you pleaded with your face flooded with tears.

"Felix, please..." you breathlessly said for the umpteenth time but had his silent answered you.

With his back facing you, you saw his shoulders rise and fall irregularly, he was holding himself back. This was hard for him as well.

"If you love me, you would have chosen me!" He said without looking and roughly yanked his hand away from you.

"Please don't leave!" You stuttered.

"Don't leave me alone," you cried but did nothing but let him walk away, out of the door, out of your sight, and probably for the last time.

It was your sister's second wedding but that didn't stop her from going all in on everything. She treated all of her bridesmaids with a lot of gifts and treats.

At the end of the night, everyone gathered in her hotel suite for a sleepover. Except that no one was sleeping and there were a lot of bottles of champagne opened all at once.

You've been keeping a straight face, it wouldn't be fair to look sad on your sister's happy days. But sometimes, you couldn't help it, your heart was breaking into pieces that a day spent in the spa didn't help to reduce the pain.

You drained every glass of champagne in one gulp to get you lightheaded, held your problems floating in your head for a moment, and dulled the pain.

You went on your own to the balcony and stared up at the beautiful view, a night sky dotted with stars that sadly reminded you of the freckles on his face and how you would silently connect them while he was sleeping, forming them into constellation you know the name of.

Orion. Cassiopeia. Ursa Major. Centaurus. Crux. Carina.

"You seem to have a lot in mind," your sister said, gently elbowing your side and derailing your train of thoughts.

You gulped the fizzy alcoholic drink to get soberer instead of the opposite and sighed, "I just... got a good feeling that this would be your last wedding."

Your sister used to your jokes about her failed marriage and laughed at it, "oh, I don't know. We just fought again this afternoon about the seating arrangements."

You chuckled at her and picked up a grape from the fruit bowl.

"Where is your boyfriend? He is supposed to be arrived by now right?" She asked.

You didn't want to ruin her day with your relationship problem, you didn't want to make it about you when it was supposed to be all about her. You didn't want your sister to–

"We broke up," you blurted out.

You didn't believe it still.

Those words felt like a lie and so bitter in your mouth, they somehow inflicted pain on you even though there was no part of your body that bleeds.

"Oh, honey!" Your sister immediately went to hug you.

And you didn't want her to comfort you because of how easily you became vulnerable around her, you burst into tears as she took you in her embrace and crumbled down.

She sat you down on the sunchair on the balcony after taking a new champagne bottle and kept both of your glasses full as you told her everything, the scholarship and him, the fight you had a few days ago that led to the worst outcome.

"So he decided not to come to the wedding?' Your sister asked.

"I didn't get a chance to talk to him so I texted him that he is still welcomed to come to the wedding..." you paused to catch a breath, "I don't know if he would come or not, I-"

"That's okay," your sister said, holding your hand and squeezing it once in a while to let you know she was present in the conversation.

"You both need some space," she added.

"I want to be with him," you chimed in, roughly wiping the tears with the back of your hand, pitying yourself.

"It's not always about proximity," your sister softly spoke and enunciated the words so slowly to avoid you misunderstanding the meaning behind her words, "have you ever thought that you also need space so you have room to grow?"

"But I put too much space between us," you muttered between your sniffles.

"Listen, honey," he tilted your chin and forced you to look at her, "you can't have a long-lasting relationship by not growing," she then patted your head endearingly as she would to a little child, or for her, you would always be her little sister.

And she was right.

You can't stay stagnant in a relationship just because it feels comfortable. You were too comfortable and that was why the space scared you both. Troubles come and go no matter the distance, but how we solve them will determine how far the relationship will last.

You teared up watching your sister get married and bravely embarked on another journey called marriage.

It was impossible not to think about the possibilities if one day your choices will also lead you to this.

You clutched the dainty gemstone of your necklace and thought of Felix, the only one that crossed your mind to be the person you wanted to spend your life and grow old with.

The talk you had with your sister helped you and allowed you to breathe without the guilt reeling you down into the bottomless pit.

And it was alright that Felix chose to not come to the wedding as long as your sister knew the reason why and she understood the situation you were in.

You chose to enjoy the moment and be present, it wasn't hard to do so when you're surrounded by your loved ones.

The night got late and the guests were starting to leave, only the youth left to spend the rest of the night drinking, dancing, and chatting, there was laughter after laughter.

You sat on the empty table, massaging your feet from countless hours you spent in high heels.

"Sorry folks, but it's the last song for the night," the DJ announced through the mic and played a soft melodic song that was meant for slow dancing.

You saw couples start to gather in the middle of the dance floor including the newlyweds, their bodies pressed close together and swaying side to side.

There was a hand appearing right in front of you, "may I have the last dance?"

You didn't want to get your hopes up but there was no other one like it: his spellbinding, deep voice.

You glanced up and saw him, a face that you longed to see like you hadn't seen him for the last few years instead of days.

"Yes."

He gave you a spin before pulling you and holding you close, began swaying your bodies together to the slow song.

You rested your head on his chest and inhaled his scent which gave you a sense of comfort like no other.

And sighed.

A sigh that tells how grateful you were that he was finally there, everything that happened, what was said and hurt, didn't matter anymore once he's there with you.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

He was crying, his eyes red and tears pooling in them. You hurriedly kissed him because it was the first thing that crossed your head.

"Why are you crying?" You asked, your eyes started to water as well as tears rolled down his cheeks.

He pressed his head to the side of your face, "I don't want to break up," he said with his voice breaking and body slightly shaking.

"I don't want this to end."

And you are so lucky to find someone that isn't holding back from showing his emotions. He let it out raw and honest.

Felix has always been nothing but that, pure and gentle, making you want to protect him more, he's so precious.

You tightened the hands around his neck and let him cry, "I know, baby."

"I love you," he said as he drew a shaky breath through his mouth.

Your heart was breaking once more but in a different kind of pain, a pain that was accompanied by tremendous happiness.

You held him closer until there was no inch left between you, "I love you."

You told him repeatedly to convince him that you wanted what he wanted as well. A forever for both of you.

You stayed until you were the last one left on the dance floor, slow dancing the night away.

"How are you still beautiful after crying?" You cupped his cheek endearingly while adoring his face despite his eyes looking red and puffy from crying.

You made a trail of kisses from his temple down to his jaw, fluttering little kisses that made him close his eyes.

You both went back to your hotel room from the wedding tent, you wore his shoes while he carried yours in hand and walked in his black socks.

Drunk in love and driven by the longing of didn't see each other for the longest time you had ever been away from each other, you both stumbled into the room.

The bridesmaid dress and the tuxedo were off in a few minutes, mouths and hands raced to cover as much skin with kisses and touches, your skin brushed his skin, limbs tangled on the bed.

There was no denying that the two of you crave each other so much, the moment his cock buried to the hilt inside you it felt so satisfying like putting the last piece of the puzzle in place.

He gently bit your shoulder while you let out a low whimper with your mouth in his hair.

You sat straddling him as he wrapped his arms around you, keeping your bodies close, under each other skin, and became one.

"I can't believe I said all that to you..." he said with a heavy sigh, the pained expression showed how much he regretted it.

"Shh..." You stopped him from talking about that awful fight you had a few nights ago. You knew he didn't mean all that, you knew him well to know that he was just so frightened of what the distance would do to the relationship.

"I will always choose you," you remarked with a hand holding his chin up so you could look into his eyes as you speak.

"I will always choose you over everything," you unequivocally repeated the words, emphasizing the words to prove how much faith you have in your words.

Felix moved one of his hands to the nape of your neck and held you there, with his forehead on yours he said, "I love you."

You heard the words for the thousandth time yet the effect of it remains the same, "I love you, Felix."

He let out a low groan, he could tell you uttered the words from deep within you from how you clenched around him.

"Baby, oh..." his voice broke and turned into soft grunts as you began rolling your hips, feeling his cock nudging your very sensitive spot, pleasing him and enjoying it as well.

"Oh, there's nothing like it..." you moaned, looping your hands around his neck and kept moving, keeping the motions going.

"You feel so good inside me, babe."

Your breathless moans got him off that he started bucking from under you, hands parting your ass cheeks apart to allow him to go as deep.

Didn't want to climax yet, you slowed down and brought his head down your chest while you reclined with your hands propped on his thighs.

Felix was more than eager to bury his head in the valley between your breasts and planted his mouth there, hands fondling the supple flesh, squeezing, pinching, rolling your nipples between his little fingers.

"You miss them so much, mmh?" You cooed.

He is in love with your body and can't stop admiring its beauty, touching it, kissing it and it confounded him at how easily your body can turn him on like a light switch or how your body always molds into him whenever he spoons you. But to say he loves your breasts would be an understatement, he is a little obsessed.

He likes how they hang nicely, round and firm, smooth and supple, so sensitive to his touch. When he palms them, they fill his hands just right, it was as if they were made just for his hands, for him.

"Hmm..." he hummed an answer, taking your breast into his mouth and started sucking like he was breastfeeding on you.

His tongue swirling around and tapping on your nipple, he tugged it between his teeth before letting it go, then he did almost the same thing to the other.

He grabbed them both and circled your nipples with his thumbs, "ugh, I'll never get enough," he groaned, in both satisfaction and frustration, looking up at you with sparkles in his eyes.

You placed your hands on his and massaged your breasts together with him, "They're all yours, baby," you assured him.

He gently bit just enough flesh but not enough to leave a mark on it, "yes, they're mine."

You giggled and hastily kissed him on the mouth, letting go of the kiss to lay down in the space between his legs on the bed.

"Make love to me, fuck me hard, fill me up," you muttered, throwing your hands above your head.

"I'm all yours."

Felix couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you were so alluring to him, giving in yourself to him wholly and completely.

He folded his legs and kept your legs wrapped around his waist not willing to pull out yet. Then he slowly leaned in, tenderly kissed your lips then placed a long kiss on your neck and one hungry kiss on your open mouth as everything flooded him at once.

Lust and love, everything in between.

His hands reached for yours and intertwined them together, tight.

His face was hovering inches away from yours when he looked deeply into your eyes and said, "all mine."

"Where are we going?"

The warm sunlight and the crisp, cool autumn air made a perfect combination of a pleasant Sunday morning as you both walked down the street to somewhere Felix didn't want to disclose.

He only turned his head your way and flashed you a smile that was brighter and warmer than the morning sun.

Once he took you to an apartment building, went to the 8th floor, and unlocked a door, everything was revealed.

A smile grew wider on your face as you exchanged a gaze with Felix.

Without waiting for him to say anything, you walked around the empty apartment and checked every room there was. It was rather bigger, more spacious than the one you were living in.

You squealed once you noticed there was a small closet and jumped on your feet in excitement, all the while Felix watching you with the same excitement from the smile that didn't wear off his face even for a second.

"I'll finally have a closet!" You said with a teeth-baring grin, sprinting toward him and crashing his body with yours for an enthusiastic hug.

He hugged you back just as tight and lifted your feet off the ground for a few seconds.

"Do you like it?" He asked as he gently put you down.

You looked at him with your eyes widened, "Like it?"

You sauntered to the window walls and even though you couldn't see much from the blinding sun hitting your eyes, you could tell that it was beautiful.

"I love it," you said with a dreamy sigh.

You took a long look around the apartment in one spin and imagined the two of you filled the spaces with all of your things, ultimately, the two of you living here.

Felix decided to join in on your daydreaming with his hands wrapped around your waist, "the kitchen where we would bake cookies at 2 am," he said, pointing to the still bare kitchen unit.

"We'll place the dining table there," he pointed to the space next to the kitchen.

You pursed your lips and hummed, "I think we should buy a new dining table."

He nodded, "I agree."

He spun your body around as the two of you continued of how the two of you would fill these spaces, together.

In the end, he led you to the balcony to enjoy the city view in its beautiful hues of autumnal palette.

You sighed in contentment, it felt as if the two of you have lived there for years. This was what fate is like, you reckoned.

"I want your approval before you leave," he whispered to you.

You couldn't ignore the twinge in your heart whenever he speaks of this matter, he had agreed on everything, of you, leaving, the scholarship, and living abroad.

It was your turn to feel sad about leaving, not only him but the life you had here.

You put on a smile before turning around to face him, "You pick just the perfect place."

He smiled back at you but his eyes hinted at sadness, he put his hand inside the pocket of his coat to take out something.

"I want you to keep something for me..." he said and pulled out a small box.

Your heart skipped a beat with your mind guessing what was inside the box even though you could get a hint from what a red velvet box usually carries inside.

"I want you to bring it back to me..." he slowly lifted the lid and showed what was inside.

Your hands flew to your mouth to muffle your surprised gasp, it was unexpected but you instantly got touched by the sight of it.

The one last piece of your jigsaw puzzle that you had been looking for and gave up looking for.

"How?"

Felix licked his lips and gave you a sly smile, "This is how my life would be without you," he said.

You looked into his eyes as he spoke his heart out, "I feel full but not complete because..."

He placed the puzzle piece on the inside of your palm, "you'll always hold the missing piece," he finished, then making you close your fingers around it.

The tear on the corner of his eye caught the light, making it shine like a diamond but this time you won't let it drop and shatter.

You gently wiped it with your thumb, "I'll keep it safe," you said.

"I'll come back and complete you again," you said with a smile, assuring him that that was your only plan.

"I love you," he said while letting out a sniffle.

"I love you," you said back, slipping your hands under his arms and holding the piece tightly in your hand. The one piece that will not only make him complete but make your love whole.

After all, all lost things will eventually find their way back, right?

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masivechaos · 1 year

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PIGTAILS AND ELASTIC BANDS

Charlie Dalton x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: you wanted to try braiding Charlie's hair but he thinks he's better at it than you

Warning/content: reader has long hair (enough to braid in french braids)

a.n.: 0.8k words- that's so short i'm sorry

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“Just stop moving!” you whined, your tongue poking out in the corner of your lips and your eyebrows furrowed. You were sitting on Charlie’s lap on his bed, his back resting against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

Charlie let out a laugh “It hurts!” you were trying to braid his hair because it grew out a bit lately and he was going to cut it soon but it seemed to be impossible, it was still too short.

You leaned back, looking at him from a wider angle and you had to fight the urge to break down in laughter “It’s ridiculous, right?” he chuckled.

And you shook your head “Nooo” you lied with a smile as you gathered all his left hair between your fingers. You were so focused, eyebrows knitted together and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Focuses, you were surprised by Charlie when he leaned forward to capture your lips into a quick kiss.

He pulled away, proud of his move when he saw your flustered state and offered you a wide smirk. You frowned your eyebrows before giving him a wicked smile, you twisted the handful of his hair, making him wince in pain “Hey!” he forgot you had this power.

Charlie stopped moving because he didn’t want to suffer anymore and you finally could tie the last little pigtail. “You are…” you squinted your eyes, smiling at your boyfriend in a teasing way “Beautiful”

Charlie huffed before leaning forward without stopping until you had to lie down on his bed. His arms enclosed you and his stupid smirk was right above your face. But what he didn’t think about was his two pigtails at the top of his head, hanging in front of him.

“You can’t have this effect on me anymore” you grinned, Charlie was the confident and teasing one in your couple so it was pleasing to see him trying to find a way to make you shy.

You stared at the pink elastic bands, digging your top teeth into your bottom lip to hold back your laughter. Your stare fell to his eyes, looking with such intensity that he let out a timid chuckle “You are the shy one now”

Charlie sniggered “Oh c’mon” you said with this adorable smile of yours “It was good!” you knew he was making fun of your attempt to flirt.

His eyes were wide as he tried to keep a serious face “Sure” he giggled. With one last laugh, he got up, freeing you from his grasp. When he lifted his head, he met his reflection in the small mirror above Cameron’s desk. Cameron hated it but Charlie had it from one of his siblings for his birthday and his wall was already full of posters and other random things. Cameron agreed to hang it on his wall in exchange for two weeks without paying the saxophone.

As he saw himself in the mirror he realised how silly he looked. “I bet I’m better than you to tie hair” he challenged you.

“It’s not my fault your hair is too short!”

Charlie, stubborn as ever, shook his head before taking the elastics off his hair, sliding them on his wrist with a happy smile “My turn!” You knew he was going to rip off your scalp just by brushing your hair.

With a sigh you took you sat at the edge of the bed. You felt his hands gathering all your hair aggressively “Ouch” After several minutes of him pulling and twisting your hair (and hurting you) without doing it on purpose, he was finally done.

Charlie’s hands covered your eyes as he dragged you in front of the mirror “Tadaaa” he sang before letting you see yourself. You gasped when you could observe what he did to you.

“That is…” There was an attempt of french braids but it was messy and unsymetrical, one braid was even half done “...” no word came out and you saw Charlie starting to get offended “... good… for a first time”

“It’s horrible, right?” he laughed, finding you adorable as you tried to find positive points in this mess of hair and elastic bands. You turned around, sliding your arms around his neck.

You stood on your tip toes, almost touching his lips with yours “It is” Charlie closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with a quiet laugh. “But it’s okay. You’re still good at kissing”

Charlie let out a chuckle before kissing you again. And again.

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itcanbegoodagain · 10 months

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how about peeta comforts katniss after a birthday call from her mother or gale

holy shit, i totally forgot i had this in my drafts. i am so sorry!!! enjoy <3

1195 words. mild, mild sexy times. more fade to black than anything.

The phone that rests in our study, used more frequently now with the calls to Dr. Aurelius and Peeta's conversations with Annie, chirps out its bright tone. I take one last sip of tea, standing as I do.

Peeta grins at me, saying, "It must be for you."

I roll my eyes at him. "You think?"

"No need to be a smartass," he calls, leaning into my touch as I gently run my hand over his hair as I pass.

"You were first!" I shoot back as I reach the doorway. My pace quickens a bit, fearing the phone will stop ringing before I can pick it up.

When I reach the desk, I lean over and grab the receiver. "Hello?" I ask, sliding around to sit and angling myself to see out the window. Haymitch's geese are flocking around him as he doles out their food, and I bite back a grin as he curses at one for nipping at him.

"Hi Katniss," my mother's voice floats through the receiver, and the smile I was holding back fades away. "How are you?"

"Mom," I start, "Hey. I'm doing well. Just enjoying the day with Peeta. We'll probably have Haymitch over for dinner." I don't tell her that we've just returned from the lake, where we trekked last night to watch the sunrise this morning. We spent the morning in companionable silence; Peeta painted as I swam.

I can hear the soft, sad smile in her voice as she replies, "That sounds wonderful." There's a brief pause, and I know I'm not going to be the one who breaks it. I gnaw on my thumb nail. "I wanted to - well, say happy birthday, honey. It's not everyday your daughter turns twenty-five."

A small pang hits my chest, but not as severely as it might have in the past. Her daughter. Not the eldest of the two, but only one. "Yeah," I manage. "Who'd have thought I'd make it here?"

Ouch. I wince as it comes out, knowing that it's better for me not to say or think those things. "Mom, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she says softly. "You've been through more than anyone should at your age. I'm glad to hear you're healing."

A lump forms in my throat, and it takes me a moment to speak around it. "Me too."

"I'm proud of you," she continues. "For finding a life for yourself and surrounding it with people who love you. Who you love. Prim would be... she would be beyond happy for you. Proud, too. So would your father."

The last sentence comes out so quietly that I almost miss it. Now, I'm truly in danger of crying, so I don't say anything.

"Katniss?" my mom asks. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah," I get out. "Yes." My chest feels like it's going to implode. They should both be here -- all three of them should be here with me. Instead, it's me, Peeta, and Haymitch, this little family I've carved out for myself.

"You don't have to say anything to that, okay? I just wanted you to hear it." She pauses again. "I don't want to keep you too long, but I wanted to call and say happy birthday, and that I love you. Enjoy your day."

"I will," I whisper. "Thank you. I love you too."

"Tell Peeta and Haymitch I say hello."

"I will," I say again, but the line has already clicked dead.

My hand shakes as I return the phone to its place, and I let my eyes fall shut. I take a deep breath in, hold it, then release it. I repeat this a couple more times, and slowly, my composure begins to return.

When tears no longer threaten to make an appearance, I return to the living room. Peeta isn't here anymore, so I grab my thick strand of yarn, fiddling with it as I walk to the slight sounds coming from the kitchen. Peeta is pulling things from the pantry, beginning lunch preparations.

"My mother called," I say quietly. "She says hello."

He stops, setting down what he's holding. Then he takes a few slow steps over and wraps his arms around my waist, stooping just a bit to do so. He holds me so tight, so fiercely, and lifts me off my feet as he straightens back up.

The steadiness of his heartbeat against my own is reassuring. I can feel the tension seeping out of my bones.

My arms are wound tight around his neck, my face buried within them, so it's hard to hear myself when I tell him that I'm okay.

He presses a kiss to the closest part of me he can reach, which happens to be my shoulder, and whispers, "I know."

We stay like that for a minute or two, then Peeta puts me down. He rests his hand on the side of my face, and his thumb runs one swipe along my cheekbone before he returns to lunch preparations.

"Would you like to make the salad or ready the rabbit?"

"The salad," I reply. This will keep my hands busy. I wash them as Peeta measures out the ingredients for my favorite: cheese buns.

We fall into the comfortable routine of making a meal together, and this, too, helps calm me. This is familiar.

"My mother talked about Prim and my father. Said they'd be proud of me," I tell the carrot I'm chopping.

"They would be," Peeta replies. "Absolutely."

"I hope so," I murmur. I don't like admitting it, but these days, I sometimes am proud, too. Life threw everything horrible at me it could, and then some, and here I am, alive, still able to make a peaceful meal with my husband.

A rush of gratitude for what I have hits me, and I pull Peeta into another hug. "Thank you for being here with me. My life is best with you in it."

"You are my life," he whispers. "And everything good about it."

I pull back to look at him, and the love radiating from his eyes is obvious. I kiss him, watching as those beautiful eyes fall shut just before mine do. It's a good thing neither of us had started on the stovetop, seeing as lunch preparations are forgotten for the time being.

He takes me to the couch, touching and whispering love onto every part of my body. It's slow, and gentle, and reminds me that I'm alive. Reminds me that I have a life to live that's no longer clouded with fear and danger. That I can cook with my husband and have sex on our couch and enjoy every moment of it without guilt.

"I love you. I'm grateful for you," I tell him, moving my hips slowly against his. Kiss his mouth, then repeat my love into it until words no longer form on my tongue.

Later, as we are pulling our clothes back on, we get another call. This time, it's Haymitch.

"Are we still doing dinner tonight?" He asks without greeting.

I smile. "Yes, be here at six."

"Alright. Happy birthday, sweetheart."

#katniss everdeen #everlark is superior in every way always #peeta mellark #the hunger games #everlark #haymitch abernathy #katniss's birthday

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Lost and Gain... and Lost Again? (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader.

Summary: Reader and Spencer’s bond strengthens after the team receives devastating news. But what happens when that bond becomes an agreement that ends up confusing them more?

Word Count: 10k (Ouch!)

Warnings: MINORS DNI. NSFW. 18+ ONLY. Reference to a character’s death; crying, feelings of regret; mention of nightmares and ideas about drug use (doesn’t happen); mention of wounds and blood (superficial); strong language; penetrative and unprotected sex; oral sex (f and m receiving); fingering; rough sex with chocking; crying after sex; oral and penetrative sex in a public place; voyeurism (from a third person); size kink; gagging. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: I wrote this one for Smurph’s Birthday Challenge. Happy birthday, my friend!!!! (a bit late, I’m sorry). If you haven’t read a @smurphyse fic yet, I recommend you do! You’ll find a great writer (Room 405 has the top 1 of my heart). On top of that, one of the best human beings I have had the honor to know. For the challenge, I used the prompt “Get on your knees and show me.” (Category 2); and Choking, Deepthroating, Public sex; Voyeurism; Size Kink (Category 3). Thanks for reading, and keep sending me requests!

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Reader’s POV.

Emily Prentiss is an extraordinary woman. Smart, determined, brave, tough, compassionate, and the best friend you could ask for. But when she faked her death and disappeared for seven months, it started a series of events that hit my life forever.

‘Devastation’ falls short of describing our emotions after getting the news. The team crumbled. Nobody could believe what had happened. Not to our Emily.

I remember being in my apartment crying for days. I barely made it to Emily’s funeral. I was a complete mess.

Hotch granted us time to process, but we didn’t think it would be enough to overcome our loss.

I knew the other team members were grieving Emily’s death too, but I felt it harder. Maybe it was because I had known Emily for eight years back then. We worked together before she joined the BAU.

Two years after she settled there, a suggestion from her to Hotch gave me the chance to join the team. Once me there, we got inseparable.

So you can guess how hard it was to assimilate that you would never see your friend again.

Morgan and Spencer weren’t okay either. Derek leaned on Garcia for support, showing his anger whenever he could. Spencer leaned on JJ in a more reserved way, although he thought JJ couldn’t fully comprehend his pain.

He told me about this feeling when he knocked on my door one night.

“Spencer?” I looked at him, puzzled. It was near midnight.

“Hey,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I came here like this all of a sudden. I - I thought that -” he trailed off. His hands were shaking, eyes glassed, dark circles under them, and he looked pale. I knew that face. I saw this in myself plenty of times in the last weeks. Nightmares.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. Come in.” I pulled him inside the apartment and led him to sit on my couch.

That night we talked until the sun rose. We talked about everything and nothing. He told me about the nightmares, the headaches, and the cravings. I knew about what happened after Hankel. But never did someone tell me the details, and I didn’t ask. It wasn’t my business.

We never were that close before, but I guess circumstances did the job. Grieving the loss of our friend, we realized that we were struggling in a similar way. So why not lean on each other?

That way, nights like that kept happening in the following weeks. Some days at my place, others in his.

Sometimes we just sat to talk. Other times we watched a movie to turn off our thoughts. We could even sit on the couch without talking and staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence.

Gradually the pain gave us a truce, and the company became nice by itself.

I never thought of Spencer as a close friend, at least not in a sense Emily was, but the time we spent together gave us a chance to get to know each other better. I was pleasantly surprised that we had more in common than I had imagined.

We hung out a lot, and we liked it. But there was something more there that I couldn’t explain. Yeah, we could talk, cry, and laugh, but why did it feel like something was missing?

I couldn’t pinpoint what it was until one particular night.

After a messy unsub takedown, Spencer got some cuts and bruises, but he didn’t let the paramedics check on him.

On the flight home, I saw Spencer hiss every time he brushed some spot on his left side.

Spencer-fucking-stubborn-Reid.

When we landed in Virginia, I persuaded him to have dinner and a movie at my place. Secretly I was worried that he would go home without anyone checking on his injuries.

As we put a foot in my apartment, I required him to sit on my couch while I went to get my first aid kit.

“Okay, now let me see those cuts,” I said, inspecting his face as my hand clutched a gauze dipped in alcohol.

“You are being dramatic,” he pointed.

“Oh yeah? Well, prove me wrong then,” I challenged, cleaning one of the cuts on his forehead with the gauze. Spencer hissed at the contact.

“Who’s the dramatic here,” I teased.

Spencer rolled his eyes, knowing I could be as stubborn as he.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Once I finished wiping his face, I took another piece of gauze.

“Okay, now let me see your left side.”

“What? Why?”

“I saw how you sizzled whenever you rubbed your left side, Reid. Don’t argue with me.” I instructed. I could see his cheeks turning pink.

With hesitation, Spencer unbuttoned his dress shirt and slid it from his shoulders.

My eyes immediately focused on the scratches on his torso and the dark bruise on his ribs.

“Holy shit Reid. That must hurt,” I said, using the gauze to give attention to his skin.

Then is when I felt it.

A change in the air. It became thick and difficult to ignore. I met Spencer’s eyes, and there was an intensity in them I didn’t see before.

Honestly, I never noticed how beautiful Spencer’s eyes were and how desirable he looked, licking his lips as he watched me methodically sweep the dried blood off his wounds.

Feeling the nearness between us ignited in me a spark I didn’t know was there. When did Spencer’s lips start to look so kissable?

I tried to put that thought in the back of my brain, but touching his skin - even indirectly through a gauze - made it almost impossible.

Chastising myself, I did my best to concentrate on whatever could move me away from my salacious thoughts about my coworker and friend.

‘A Friend. A Friend. A Friend.’ I repeatedly told myself as I finished bandaging the cuts I had just cleaned up.

Little did it help that he was looking at me with those doe eyes.

I wanted to kiss him so bad.

I wanted to fuck him so bad.

I could feel the warmth in a specific spot on my body. My cheeks tinted in dark crimson when I realized what was happening to me.

“Are you o-?” Spencer tried to ask, but before he could finish the question, I silenced him with my lips on his.

I felt Spencer frozen in his spot as I kissed him. Surely he wasn’t expecting that. Neither do I, but I couldn’t help it.

When the senses returned to me, I pulled away.

Shit, I had fucked it up.

Stuttering, I tried to apologize.

“I’m sorry. This was so inappropriate. I - I shouldn’t have done that,” I mumbled, scooting back on the couch and entirely baffled.

Spencer seemed surprised. But something in his eyes told me that he wasn’t upset, quite the opposite. The confirmation came from the very Spencer. Not saying a word, he cupped my cheeks and leaned to kiss me this time.

It didn’t take me long until I let loose and kissed him back.

Quickly our lips started to move frenziedly—all tongues and teeth. The kiss turned heated fast, and our hands began to wander. Just running my fingertips on his bare chest sent shivers down my spine.

Without a second thought, clothes flew from our bodies to land somewhere on my living room floor. I was on Spencer’s lap only minutes later, grinding over his massive erection.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His hands gripped my hips as he bucked up his to increase the friction between us.

Desperately I grabbed his dick to pump it a few times before aligning it to my entrance.

I looked at him, and his full-dilated pupils told me everything I needed to know. He wanted this as much as I did.

Feeling him stretching me was like heaven.

He was big, and his girth perfect enough to have me trembling around him in no time.

That night we fucked on my couch once and two more times in my bed.

I didn’t know if my lack of sexual activity at that time had to do with it, but those were the best orgasms I had had in a long time.

Panting and looking at the ceiling, we agreed not to do it again. It would be weird, and we didn’t want to feel that way at work.

But it happened again. And again. And again.

Some people say that when you get the ‘taste,’ there is no return. If I stick to that, Spencer Reid turned out to be my favorite drug those days.

And I had the feeling I had become the same thing to him.

We settled a new agreement: the typical friends with benefits. How cliche is that? It didn’t really matter to me at the time; we needed the release, the sex, and neither he nor I wanted to pursue a romantic relationship. Let alone when it all started as animalistic sex.

Fantastic, marvelous, extraordinary, necessary animalistic sex.

Thanks to Spencer Reid, I got laid considerably more times in three months than in the past years.

Not that I would complain about it, quite the opposite.

The rules - because, of course, we settled rules - were not to tell anyone, keep it as only sex, not stay the night, and not jeopardize our friendship. If any of us suspected this arrangement could put our friendship in danger, we would call it to quit with no resentment.

It seemed pretty easy.

Having clear rules, we used every chance we got to fuck. His place, my place, sneaking to our hotel rooms during cases. Even at work, we had our favorite abandoned office in the basement.

I found out a lot of things during these months. For example, I didn’t know I could be that horny all the time. Okay, thinking better of it, scratch that.

I did know I could be that horny, but kind of I forgot how it felt until then.

What I truthfully didn’t know was that Spencer could be that horny and touch-starved all the time.

You would say the boy genius that doesn’t shake hands avoids any kind of touch. Wrong. He loves it. Spencer adores cuddling after sex. He likes me playing with his hair and drawing soft patterns on his skin with my fingertips.

Could you believe that Spencer Reid is a boob man? I do now. Sometimes, he lays his head on my chest and hums comfortably between my breasts. I’m pretty sure he would do it if he could always use my boobs as pillows.

But all those displays of affection - or lust, if you want to call it - were only reserved for the bedroom. As soon as we left bed, we returned to our traditional roles as friends and coworkers.

It was working for us. And nobody had to know.

After Emily ‘died.’ Hotch thought we could be fine without another agent, but Strauss had another opinion. That’s why Alice Brown joined the BAU. Strauss herself brought her directly to the team.

As you can guess, we weren’t very enthusiastic about the decision, but the poor girl hadn’t any fault. Young and inexperienced, Alice came to a team with a fractured heart.

The first one who showed friendly with Alice was JJ, who took her under her wing.

Brown did her best to fit into the team. Not much time passed until Morgan and Penelope warmed up with her. Rossi acted like her loving father and Hotch like an understanding boss.

Spencer, the gentleman he is, was way far nice to her. He usually talked to her about books and facts about our cases and the BAU history.

That’s how Alice seemed welcomed after a couple of weeks.

But with me, things didn’t come easy. I knew the poor girl wasn’t trying to replace Emily. I truly understood that, but for me, something about her didn’t fit. I never was deliberately harsh or not polite to her, but we didn’t get that groove she had with the rest of the team.

I thought it was a matter of time.

But maybe I was wrong.

With Hotch away for months, JJ moving to another division, and Rossi barely present, the job weight laid on the remained team members: Morgan, Garcia, Reid, Brown, and I.

Only four agents in the field made things a little bit rough. Rough enough for me to be irritable very often. The bad thing was that my sour mood tended to land on Alice most of the time.

“Why do you go so hard on her?” Morgan chastised me once Alice ran from the conference room crying after I said something a bit sharp.

“I don’t go hard on her. It’s just she should be in tune by now,” I explained.

“Pretty girl, you already forgot when you joined the team?”

“No, Morgan. Don’t play the sentimental card with me. It’s not going to work,” I warned him. Morgan only shook his head.

“I’m just saying you should be more understanding. That’s all.”

Yeah. Maybe Derek was right.

That’s why I gathered the courage to talk to her and apologize. But when I reached Hotch’s office, where I knew she was, I saw Spencer hugging Alice.

The girl was fully crying with her head buried in Spencer’s chest.

I halted in my tracks. Spencer noticed my presence and gave me a disapproving look.

What? Now everyone blames me?

Huffing, I left the room without saying a word.

I didn’t know what was more upsetting: that people accused me of being a bitch with Alice or that she played the victim role. Because that’s what she was doing. She was in Spencer’s arms, looking for comfort, and the bastard provided it with no question.

How does SHE dare? How does HE dare?

That last thought made my heart stop for a second.

Why was I so apprehensive? Was it because of her nearest to Spencer? No. It couldn’t be.

Spencer was only my friend and my fuck-buddy.

And maybe that was the problem. I didn’t want Alice to steal my friend AND my benefits.

“It’s not - fuck!- it’s not I dislike her,” I managed to say to the man with his head between my legs.

“Yu-shul-be-nice-tho,” Spencer mumbled from his spot as he lapped my clit with his glorious tongue and used his slender fingers to pump them in and out of my pussy.

“I am - Oh my God! - I’m nice to her, really - Spencer! Please! Right there!” I whined.

“No. Yu-not,” Spencer rebutted, muffling his words in my core. Feeling my heavy breathing, he sped his fingers’ movement and sucked on my clit hard. Fuck, I was so close.

“Okay! I’m not, but- would you - fuck! - can we stop talking about our coworker? I’m trying to have an orgasm here!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Seven months ago, I made a decision that affected this team. As you know, Emily lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her...”

Hotch’s words reverberated in my head as we were in the conference room discussing what to do about Declan’s kidnapping.

‘Stabilize her’? I was still trying to make sense of those words when I saw a ghost at the entrance.

Emily-fucking-Prentiss was alive.

It wasn’t my imagination. I pinched myself to be sure. I locked eyes with Spencer and Morgan, looking for confirmation.

Of the three of us, I was the nearest to faint.

The lack of oxygen made me feel dizzy.

Why didn’t JJ seem surprised? Why Rossi hadn’t the same shocked expression we had?

A lot of those questions were kept on standby as we focused on getting back Declan.

Emily was cautious and didn’t approach anyone just yet.

I worked on autopilot most of the time. I barely spoke a thing in the twenty-four hours the case was open.

After finishing Doyle’s ordeal that night, we returned to the BAU. Emily tried to talk to me, but I ditched her attempt by sneaking into the kitchenette.

I was pouring coffee on my mug for the umpteenth time that day and so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Spencer standing on the threshold.

He cleared his throat but kept silent as he decided what to say.

I spared him the trouble.

“You don’t need to say anything, you know. There are no words to make sense of this.”

Spencer sighed.

“Eventually, we should,” he pointed.

I met his eyes so that he could see the bitterness in my gaze.

“Should we? I was prepared to miss her forever,” I confessed, sensing tears pricking my eyes.

“I guess I was prepared to do that too.”

Spencer didn’t look better than me. His eyes were as glassy as mine. His lips were tightly pressed like he was holding back.

Truth be told, both were holding back emotions.

That’s why when I asked him to help me to unravel, he was quickly in the same boat as me.

That night we fucked harder than we had been doing in the past five months.

We were angry; we felt betrayed, and this was the way we thought could help us to navigate those emotions.

I needed to lose control. I needed to stop thinking, so I gave him the reign of my body and, maybe, something else.

Spencer understood what I was looking for and didn’t waste time. He gave me what I craved.

Dark hickies and bite marks on my skin would prove that the next morning.

“Please, harder!” I begged, clasping his wrist as he put more pressure on my throat. Spencer’s kept his rough thrusts, grunting each time his hips snapped to mine.

“You want me to let you dumb, uh? So fucking needy,” he panted, his pace not faltering.

“Yes! Make me dumb! Use me!” I cried out, feeling the air leaving my lungs. The dizziness was welcoming as I allowed the tears to run free—a mix between the pleasure and the past hours’ pent-up emotions.

I didn’t need any other stimulation to trip over the edge for the third time that night. After a wild scream, I let myself go, clenching my walls and sending Spencer to his own end.

Collapsing on top of me, Spencer hid his face in the crook of my neck as we tried to catch our breath.

But my body started to shake, and sobs left my lips. That alerted Spencer, who immediately pulled out and leaned back to inspect my face.

His concerned hazel eyes met mine. I could see the panic in him.

“Did I hurt you? Was it too rough? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-” he trailed off. I shook my head, resting my palm on his cheek.

“No. No, Spencer. You did nothing wrong. It was amazing, actually. It’s me. It’s just- I don’t know what-” I couldn’t end the sentence because of the lump in my throat.

“Hey,” he mumbled, engulfing me in a tight embrace. It didn’t matter we both were naked and spent; I needed his solace, and he didn’t hesitate to supply it.

Kissing the top of my head and tracing delicate patterns on my back, he took his time to whisper sweet nothings until I calmed down.

It’s weird, but this was the first time I showed myself so vulnerable to him, and it scared the shit out of me.

We leaned on each other when Emily died, but this was different.

Our relationship was different now; even if I didn’t want to admit it, Spencer became an essential part of my life. As a friend. As a confidant. As the man who has seen beyond my defenses and knows me in the most intimate way.

When I regained some composure, Spencer put his boxers on and helped me to reach the bathroom. Then he went to the kitchen to grab me a glass of water and a snack. Once I was dressed in my pajamas and under the covers, he looked at me to ensure I was okay.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, sipping the water.

“You are welcome. Uh- well, I think I should go now? You need to sleep,” he said, hunching to grab his clothes scattered on the floor.

I couldn’t conceal my disappointment, although it was a reasonable thing to do. Our agreement worked like that: Don’t stay the night.

But I wasn’t ready for him to leave.

Maybe I didn’t want him to go ever again.

That last admission wasn’t clear to me at that moment, though.

“Spencer? Would you stay tonight, please?” I asked, my voice small as if I was begging for something forbidden. In some way, it was.

He halted his doing to look at me. I cleared my throat.

“I know it’s not what we agreed on, but I don’t feel I could stay alone now. I’m sorry if-” I stuttered.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain to me. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay,” Spencer offered.

“Thank you.”

Spencer joined me on the bed, wrapping us with the sheets and comforter and switching the lights off.

I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder and arm over his naked torso.

Waking up the following day, the first thing I noticed was the grip of a strong arm around my waist and a soft fan of breath on my shoulder. A warm sensation filled my senses.

Not wanting to wake him up, I slowly turned in bed to find Spencer asleep. He stirred a little but did not wake up. Soft snores escaped his lips. He looked so beautiful sleeping. By far the most attractive man I have ever met.

My stomach clenched as I analyzed the potential consequences of my thoughts.

What was this feeling? Of course, there was infinite gratitude for the best friend I could have found. But a friend who also became your sexual partner? Someone with whom you have been able to experiment, and is willing to please you, just as you would do anything for him to please him?

This was moving to another level.

I was falling in love with Spencer Reid.

Neither Spencer nor I mentioned the morning we woke up together in the days that followed. I assume it was just a one-time thing, and I thought Spencer considered it the same way.

As the cases kept coming, we had no chance to chat about that. So we let it slide.

But I couldn’t get out of my mind the idea there was something more. Was it just me imagining things?

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Spencer’s POV.

It was the perfect arrangement until it wasn’t.

I must have known that it could happen. I’m not that experienced in that field.

I only kissed a few people in my life.

I had sex just a few times before her.

And non just a few months passed until I broke the rules. At least one of them: no mixed feelings.

We were friends, and we fucked.

That was all.

In theory.

The rule was clear: if we saw this could put in danger our friendship, sex had to end.

But this was more than that for me. And it had been that way for months, yet I didn’t dare to call it to quit.

Having her by my side is the best thing that happened to me. I didn’t know I could fall so deep for someone, but she made it easy.

After the long talks and hanging out a lot, it wasn’t difficult to notice our connection.

But that was a friendship means. Or that is what I thought until we had sex.

God, it was amazing. I didn’t feel like that with anyone before.

What did she do to me?

I thought I had it under control, but I lost the last ounce of self-defense the night he asked me to stay.

How couldn’t I? She was vulnerable and needed someone. A friend. Me.

Watching her in my arms sent me into a spiral of overthinking. I wanted this for the rest of my life, but I would never have the nerve to confess that to her. That would mean I’ll lose her forever.

She didn’t feel the same way I did. Why should I bother then?

Sure, we were attracted, but keeping it physical was the agreement. No other feelings should have been involved.

I screw it up. What do I do now?

It became worse when she started to act a bit cold around me. I mean, not the same friend affection we used to have daily.

God, I was losing her as a friend too, and I couldn’t let that happen.

Two options came to my mind: play it cool or finish the friend with benefits bullshit. I needed to decide something, but I delayed it. Like if things could resolve themselves magically.

She knew something was happening yet didn’t say anything. Instead, she tried to keep it casual.

“What are you doing?” I complained when one afternoon, she dragged me to an abandoned office.

“Hey, relax. I only want a moment alone with you, okay?”

“Somebody could see us!” I scolded. Honestly, it wasn’t an issue in the past five or six months, so why would it be now?

“Don’t be paranoid, Spencer. We are in our usual abandoned office. Nobody walks here. You know that” she reassured me, kissing my jaw, but I was still tense, with my hands to the sides. Hands that, in another time, would be pulling up her skirt to squeeze her delicious ass.

She wrapped her arms around my neck to kiss my lips hungrily. I couldn’t help but gasp, kissing her back and gripping her hips. I was almost lost in the feeling and about to give in until my senses returned.

I rapidly used the grip on her hips to pull her away.

“I think we should come back.”

She frowned and parted entirely from me. I could see the anger rushing in her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She spat.

Well, I couldn’t tell her truly what was wrong with me, so I tried to play ignorant.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re avoiding me.”

Her voice sounded annoyed and something else that I couldn’t decipher.

“I’m not.”

A lie, of course. Excellent, Spencer Reid.

“Yes, you are. We haven’t fuck in two weeks. You tell me what our statistics are. A week at most?”

I knew that: six days and twenty-one hours. I opted for a nonspecific answer, though.

“Sort of. I guess.”

“Why then? Don’t tell me it’s because of work or anything like that. You know we managed before.”

She was trapping me. Every remark she made was pushing me to tell her the truth. I wasn’t ready for her to know, though.

Maybe I will never be. I needed to escape from there.

“We should end this,” I blurted out.

She frowned again. “End what?”

“This arrangement. It’s not working.”

I saw her demeanor change. I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but my first guess? Hurt. That broke my heart.

“Why? You... You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” She asked. Her voice was small. Why could she think I didn’t want to be her friend anymore? Not in a million years. I would like to be more than that, but I knew it was impossible.

“No! No that! I’m talking about the benefits thing. I - I think we should end that,” I hastened to explain. I prayed she could agree with me without any question. Too much to ask?

She kept silent for a couple of seconds, contemplating her answer. I knew this would happen. I knew that doing this would mess up everything between us. And the people assume I’m a genius. Waste of genius I am.

“So it’s true you found someone else. You want to fuck someone else.”

‘No! I want only to fuck you!’ I wanted to scream, but instead, I repeated myself: ‘Calm down, Spencer. Calm down. Stay focused’.

“I’m trying to keep our friendship, that’s all.”

“So you can fuck someone else. I get it,” she insisted. Why was that so important? I mean, she could have any man in the world to feed that need. I’m not that special.

“It’s not - I mean, not that I - “ I tried to explain, but she cut me off, putting a hand over my shoulder.

“Spencer, it’s okay. I know. She is pretty and a smart girl. Not to mention she’s head over heels for you.”

Now I was confused. Who the hell was she talking about?

“What? You - she, who?”

“Alice. You are talking about Alice. I know.”

Alice? Our colleague Alice? Does she think I want to fuck Alice Brown?

“I’m not thinking-” I stuttered.

She sighed.

“Spencer. I’m so sorry for my outburst. We knew this would happen eventually. One of us would find someone and want to be in a relationship. You have the right to get that,” she said, shedding some tears. I was so confused that I couldn’t determine the real reason for her tears. Was it because she was happy for me? Or because she didn’t feel she deserved the same? Damn, why am I so incompetent at interpreting this kind of thing? Either way, she was giving me a friendly outing. Wasn’t that my initial purpose?

“Thanks,” I mumbled. (Y/N) gave me a tiny smile and kissed my cheek.

“She is lucky, you know? But if she hurt you, I’m going to kill her,” she sentenced before leaving the office.

I would like to say that after that conversation, I was more relieved. I would like to say that it was the best decision I have made in a long time. But I would be lying.

Yeah, we’re still friends, but things were weird between us, though. She avoided me more often, and our conversations were more superfluous than before.

It didn’t help that Alice was always around because when she saw Alice, she definitely stopped talking to me or left the room.

That’s where the jokes started too. Morgan jumped at every chance he got to suggest - in a not subtle manner - how interested Alice was in me. I didn’t think so, but JJ even ventured out once and asked me when I would do something about it.

Little did she know that Alice was not the woman my heart and desires gravitated around.

God, I missed (Y/N) in my arms. But I needed to be strong. Hopes weren’t an option in this case.

And it seems that peace of mind wasn’t an option either. When (Y/N) started flirting with other guys, I felt the blood boiling inside me.

I shouldn’t have felt jealous; I didn’t have any right, but I couldn’t help it. Knowing she could have some of those guys in her bed, the bed I used to be in for a solid six months, made me sick of my stomach.

I didn’t know that part of me—the possessive one. That part that yearned for her and was desperate.

Another local case closed, and Prentiss convinced us to go for drinks.

After Emily’s return, it was rough to settle for the idea of having her back, but she managed to coax out of us any resentment we could have, even with (Y/N) and me. We didn’t take pretty well Emily’s fake death. Not after grieving her for months. Of course, rationally, we understood her reasons, but it hurt. It hurt a lot.

But they say time helps, and they are right. At the end of the day, Emily was alive, and slowly we got used to that.

Garcia picked the club this time.

Only Hotch and Rossi were excused for not going.

Instantly Morgan pulled Garcia and JJ to the dance floor, leaving Emily, Alice, (Y/N), and me at the table, sipping our alcoholic drink of preference.

Sitting by my side, Alice laced her arm with mine, leaning her head over my shoulder.

“I’m so exhausted, Spence. This case was so draining!” Alice sighed. I returned a hum in response, more focused on how she clutched my arm. When I shifted my gaze to (Y/N), she quickly averted her eyes from me. In a matter of seconds, she stood and strolled to the dance floor, joining Morgan, Garcia, and JJ.

Emily narrowed her eyes as she realized something.

“Alice?” Prentiss asked. The girl looked at her with full attention. “Can I ask you something from the bar? I would go to bring it myself, but I don’t want to be abducted by Morgan.”

Convinced enough, Alice complied and headed to the bar.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on between you and (Y/N)? Or should I say between you and Alice?” Far from Alice’s eardrops, Emily asked immediately.

“Nothing.”

“Spencer, I’m not stupid. (Y/N)’s behavior with Alice around? Your eyes on her?”

Profilers. Not that I had been subtle about it anyway. I cleared my throat, Emily’s gaze on me the entire time.

“I - we - uh. We had sex.”

“With (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” I admitted. Prentiss didn’t look surprised. Of course, she wasn’t.

“And what’s the problem?”

I spit in thirty seconds what had happened between us in the past six months.

“That kind of agreement never works. But sure, you already know that.”

“Believe me. I know that” I sighed.

“Tell her.”

“What?! No! She’s my friend on top of everything. She doesn’t feel like I do. I can’t tell her.” I assured Emily, who didn’t seem too convinced.

“How do you know? I bet she’s jealous of Alice.”

“I don’t think so,” I mumbled, pointing to the dance floor. (Y/N) was grinding against a guy who seemed too enthusiastic about it.

“That means nothing,” Prentiss scoffed.

But for me, it did. (Y/N) was enjoying the night and that guy’s company. And I was stuck in the same shit I wanted not to. I needed to move on from her. Try, at least.

Alice came back with some drinks. Emily took hers and stood to talk to someone who greeted her from another table.

I sipped my beer as Alice smiled and scooted to my side.

“Well, it seems we are alone now,” she pointed.

“Technically, no. The team is scattered between the dance floor and the -” I tried to explain, but Alice’s giggle cut me off.

“You know what I mean, Spencer. In fact, you know what I have been trying to do in the past months,” she asserted, looking at me with a smirk on her face.

“Do I?”

“Yeah. Flirt with you. I want you, Spencer. And I know you want me too,” Alice said, brushing some hair I had over my face. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t say anything, seeing how she moved closer and closer. I darted my gaze from her eyes to her lips, which was her cue to close the remaining gap between us, pressing her lips to mine. It was a foreign feeling, but I told myself, ‘why not?’ so I kissed her back.

I cupped her cheeks and cocked my head to deepen the kiss. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pressed her body against mine. I swept my tongue over her lips, and she complied and opened her mouth. Our tongues were fighting for dominance.

But it was wrong. I was kissing Alice, and I was thinking in (Y/N). How different she kissed me, how I missed her touch. The way she plays with my hair on the nape of my neck. The sounds she makes when I touch her.

I ended the kiss because of the guilt for what I was doing and the lack of oxygen. We both were panting, but Alice was the one who had a grin plastered on her face.

“I’m sorry. I - I shouldn’t have done that,” I apologized. Alice looked at me with a frown.

“Why do you say that? That kiss was amazing.”

“Alice. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I just can’t. You are such a beautiful and intelligent woman; any man would be lucky to have you.”

“But I want you to have me, Spencer. Why not? You are single; I am too. And I know we’re attracted to each other,” she reasoned.

“But I love someone else,” I blurted out. Alice sat straight in the booth, scoffing.

“It’s (Y/N), right?”

I nodded. I really didn’t care right then if the whole DC finds out.

“Yeah. It’s (Y/N).”

“Come on, Spencer. She is not the one for you. I know you have been friends for a while, but you? with her? In a romantic relationship? Not a chance.”

That judgment took me aback. Why was it so difficult to believe?

“Why do you say that?”

“You need a person who cares about you, for real. Not someone that is constantly bossing everyone around and ditching your feelings. I saw how she was treating you lately. The cold shoulder and everything. She doesn’t deserve you, Spencer.”

“(Y/N) is not like that. You’re mistaken,” I shook my head. Alice didn’t understand. It was all my fault.

“Well. If I am, then please tell me what you see right now. That’s the woman you love?” Alice mocked, pointing to a corner where (Y/N) was making out with the same guy from the dance floor.

They both were getting handsy, and my blood started to boil again.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I barely heard what Alice said when I stood up and marched where (Y/N) was.

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Reader’s POV.

Kissing that bitch. Spencer was kissing that bitch. But why was I surprised? He was the one who told me that our agreement should end because he wanted to fuck Alice.

It shouldn’t hurt the way it did. Not when I had another human being roaming my body with his hands and whispering praises into my ear.

Fuck you, Spencer Reid.

I took my fuck-mate prospect’s hand and made him follow me to a more private corner. I needed to forget what I saw, and if that meant getting lost with another guy, so be it.

We were heavily making out when I heard someone clearing his throat. I recognized that sound immediately.

“I need to talk to you,” Spencer sternly said, tapping my shoulder.

I parted from the kiss, and my buddy didn’t seem happy about the interruption. I wasn’t either.

“Hey dude, we’re busy here,” Randall - I’m sure that was his name - told him.

“Yeah, get lost, Reid,” I snarled. It was dark, but I still could see the redness on Spencer’s face.

I was about to resume my kissing session with Ryan when Spencer cleared his throat again, speaking louder this time.

“I will not go. We need to talk (Y/N). Now.”

Did I hear correctly? Was Spencer Reid demanding something from me?

Raymond was pissed off right now and turned to face Spencer with anger in his eyes. I should have felt bad for Spencer, but he deserved it.

“You heard the lady. Get lost!” Reggie grunted, but Spencer didn’t move from his spot, preparing himself for the worst.

When I saw Rendell fisting his hand to land a punch on Spencer’s face, I felt like I should do something.

“Hey, hey, Richie. Calm down. I had fun with you, but my friend needs me now. I’m so sorry,” I said, quickly grabbing Spencer’s wrist and dragging him to the back exit.

“Call me! And it’s Robbie. My name is Robbie.”

The poor guy spoke out before I disappeared.

Once outside, I looked at Spencer deadly.

“Spencer, what the fuck was that?!” I yelled.

“That guy only wanted to take advantage of you,” he spat back.

“How the hell do you know that?” I asked him, my hands on my hips and my best-annoyed look.

“He was touching you!” Spencer cringed as if he were talking about the world’s more disgusting thing.

“Oh! Is that a problem?” I mocked. Spencer looked frustrated with my sarcasm.

“Yeah, it is! You were going home with a stranger!”

“Good observation, genius. Maybe it is what I wanted to do.”

“To fuck that guy?” Spencer asked in disbelief.

“Yes! Since I don’t have my fuck-buddy anymore. Does it make sense to you?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. I huffed.

“You did end our agreement, not me!” I reminded him.

“So that is what you miss. Your fuck-buddy,” Spencer pointed, his voice pained as if I said something hurtful.

“Yes. I mean - yes! Of course, I miss you,” I added, but Spencer shook his head.

“No, you miss the sex. Not me,” Spencer corrected.

“What the hell are you trying to say? Just say it, Spencer!”

An awkward silence fell between us. Spencer had his hands fisted as if he was holding something back. As if I had struck a chord in him.

“It can’t be that I was the only one who felt it! All this time was just sex for you?” He asked, and I saw the hurt in his eyes.

“No! That’s why we are friends too. You are not a stranger to me, Spencer. You could never be a stranger to me.” I tried to explain.

“And what if it was more than that? What if I broke the main rule of this whole thing?”

This time I was speechless. How could it be?

“You did not. You have feelings for Alice. That’s why you ended it.”

“No! And no! I don’t have feelings for Alice, and I didn’t end it because of her.”

“Oh please, you were devouring her in that booth minutes ago!” I scoffed.

“Yeah. I - I did kiss Alice, but because I wanted to forget how you were rubbing your body with another guy!” He argued.

“What? Why does that bother you so much?”

Spencer ran his hands through his hair. He was holding back something. When he locked eyes with me, I could see his struggle inside.

“I’m jealous, okay?” He yelled out, and I stepped back from the impetus in how he said it. “And not only because another guy was touching you. I’m jealous because I realize you can go on with your life without me. And not a day goes by that I don’t regret telling you we should have ended our arrangement without explaining the real reason.” Spencer said, averting his gaze from mine.

“And what is that real reason?” I asked in a whisper. I was afraid about what he would say.

Spencer returned his gaze to me.

“That I fell in love with you.”

I was taken aback. I didn’t expect Spencer would say that. I thought that I would be the one who would say it. My surprise seemed to deflate him.

“I know. I screwed up. We said this couldn’t jeopardize our friendship. And I really tried. I swear. But it got stronger every day, and I didn’t know what to do-” he rambled until I pressed my hand on his cheek. Spencer looked at me with doe eyes.

“If it makes you feel any better, I broke the rules too. And I’m not only talking about the night I asked you to stay with me. Although that night, I realized I had already loved you for a while,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks burning at the admission.

Spencer looked at me in utter surprise.

“You – you what?” I let out a nervous chuckle, like a teenager confessing to her crush.

“Yeah. I love you.”

Spencer didn’t seem to get the whole idea yet.

“But you were - I mean, that guy over there-”

“I was jealous too. And what could I do? You told me that we should end it. I thought you would fuck Alice and start a relationship with her,” I shrugged.

“God, no! In a million years. You have to believe me,” Spencer hastened to say.

“I don’t think that’s such a bad idea. I saw you excitedly kissing her a while ago,” I pointed matter-of-factly.

“You would think that even if I tell you I was thinking of you when I was doing it?”

“Liar.” I jeered, looking anywhere else but him. Spencer’s hand on my chin guided my gaze to him again.

“I’m not lying. Alice will never kiss me the way you do. She won’t give me goosebumps like you do when you touch me. Much less could she make me – you know – make me that hard, like when you kiss that special spot on my jaw,” he said, now stroking my cheek. I chuckled because I knew that sweet spot so well.

“I bet she couldn’t suck you off as I do,” I dared to say to see his reaction.

Spencer groaned, and I knew he was picturing the scene. Me on my knees, my lips around his shaft.

I was sure that my sultry voice filled him with pent-up desire. He missed me. He wanted me. He needed me the same way I missed him and wanted him.

“Kiss me,” I begged. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Spencer didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned and complied, with one hand on my cheek and the other on the back of my head; we crushed our lips together. I tried to ground myself, grabbing Spencer’s coat lapels, but the kiss was so fierce that I felt my knees weak. It was sloppy and full of passion.

I could feel Spencer’s erection pressing on my thigh. Maybe this was heating us faster than it should, but I didn’t care, and Spencer didn’t seem to care either.

When we broke the kiss, we were both panting. I could see Spencer’s eyes full of lust, which turned me on more than it should have. I was going to kiss him again, but he stopped me, holding me in place with his hands on my cheeks.

“Did you say she couldn’t suck me off as you do?” He asked me, and I fastly nodded. A smirk emerged on his face.

“Then get on your knees and show me,” Spencer demanded, running his fingers up and down my cheek and jaw.

Wait, what? Was he asked me to give him a blowjob in the back of a club? A public place?

It’s not that we haven’t talked about something like this before, but it was left as a fantasy that could happen in the future. Well, it seems that this moment could happen now. The idea made my panties absolutely soaked.

Without a second thought, my hands worked on Spencer’s belt.

I quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his boxers. Before I got down and started my task, Spencer stopped me, took off his jacket, and hunched to put it on the ground, where I would put my knees.

Quite a gentleman, worried that my knees would not touch the dirty floor. Sure, a gentleman who was going to get a blowjob, but a gentleman nonetheless.

Once ready, he leaned against the wall as I pumped his cock with my hand. I could see the precum on the head, which I spread with my fingers.

Jeez, no matter how often I did this, the man was packed, and it was always a challenge to give him a blowjob.

A groan of satisfaction left his lips as I took him into my mouth.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he muttered.

His hands immediately landed on my head, stroking my hair while I sucked on it, trying to take it whole. I hollowed my cheeks to take more and more of him as I bowed my head to increase his pleasure. And it worked. Spencer’s moans were all I needed to go on.

“Baby, you take it so well. You don´t know how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, coaxing a loud moan from me.

My eyes were fixed on him. Seeing him so lost in pleasure turned me on, throwing his head back, grabbing my hair to hold me in place, and pushing his hips up to fuck my mouth.

As he quickened his pace, I couldn’t help but gag when his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Come on, (Y/N). I know you can take it. This big cock is made for you,” he encouraged me. That way, it helped me relax my throat to take more of him.

I could feel him twitching, a sign that he was close. I loved knowing that I was the one who could push him to the limit, that I was the one who could give him so much pleasure. I wanted to do this for the rest of my life.

Spencer yanked on my hair to stop me as he was about to explode. Panting, he gazed at me adoringly as he helped me to my feet.

“I think we’ll leave this kind of ending for another time. Come here,” Spencer panted. I grinned, sweeping my lips with my tongue.

Spencer collided his lips with mine in another heatest kiss. He could taste himself in my mouth.

In the dark alley now was Spencer, who caged me against the wall. The cool bricks didn’t cool down the fire running through my body.

“Please, Spencer. I need you, baby,” I moaned on Spencer’s lips. He didn’t hesitate to act for his desires. His fingers toyed with the hem of my skirt, pulling it up enough to slip his hands under the fabric, caressing my thighs up and down but still not touching where I wanted him the most.

Feeling me squirming, he knew I was growing desperate for more.

“Are you greedy right now, sweetheart? Tell me what you want,” he taunted. That little did help me to stay still. His low voice and the teasing only made my arousal grow.

“You. I want you. Now. Please,” I mumbled. My eyes shut, feeling Spencer’s hands traveling upper my tights.

He took pity on me and reached my covered center with one hand. He started to circle my clit over my damped panties. A growl escaped my mouth.

“So wet, and I barely touched you,” he teased.

“Umm. It’s all for you. Keep touching me, please.”

I purred, feeling the pleasure of his thumb circling my bundle of nerves.

His lips sucked the skin on my neck, making me moan. My hands tugged the curls I had in my reach. Spencer grunted as his hand pulled the fabric to the side, letting his thumb work on my clit without any barrier. He added his middle finger, pushing it between my folds. A silent scream told him that it was what I wanted, quickly adding a second finger.

“Fuck! Spencer!” Still dizzy, I bucked my hips to feel his fingers deeper and deeper.

“You like that, uh?”

I couldn’t manage to let words out. But Spencer already knew the answer, speeding up his pace.

The poor light in the alley let Spencer see my face. Sure I looked like a mess, moaning and taking what he was giving to me.

“Spencer, baby. I’m so close,” I whimpered.

“I know. Do you want to cum in my fingers? Here, where can anyone see us?” He was openly teasing me, but honestly, he was just as worked up as me.

“Yes! Make me come. I want to give it to you because I’m yours—nobody else. Yours.”

That encouraged him to work faster, panting praises in my ear, circling my clit, and fingering me. That was enough to push me to the edge.

A loud moan and my walls clenching around his fingers told Spencer I was almost there.

“Let it go, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear.

“Spencer! Fuck!” I whimpered as I came.

He helped me ride my orgasm, moving his fingers slowly and kissing my lips tenderly. Carefully, Spencer retrieved his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean. The sight made me moan, pulling Spencer by his lapel to kiss him again. Now I could taste myself in his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked after breaking the kiss.

“Yeah. But I need more,” I panted, still regulating my breathing. Although the poor light, I saw him smirk.

I wanted to feel him so bad. It didn’t matter that we were in a dark alley where anyone could pass and see us.

Spencer pumped his shaft a couple of times before aligning it at my entrance. He made eye contact with me to confirm if I was ready.

“Fuck me, please,” I whined.

It was the answer he needed.

“Fuck!” Spencer groaned when he slid the head of his cock between my folds, pushing inch by inch until he bottomed out.

“Oh my God. Yes!” I moaned. The feeling of him filling me up has always been so intense, no matter how many times he had done this.

“Baby, you’re so tight. I don’t know how I can fit in you,” he panted, stilling there and basking in the feeling of my warmth and wetness.

“You’re so big. I love how you stretch me. I love to feel everything of you,” I whimpered. Spencer let out a grunt trying to keep still and not move until I was ready.

“You - you can move now,” I whined, urging him to oblige.

Spencer pulled out almost entirely, only to slam into me right after.

“Shit!” I cried as Spencer set a pace. Ragged breaths erupted from both of us.

It was like being at home. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.

“You like that? Uh?” Spencer grumbled, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

“Yes! You feel so - so good. I love the way - ah! - the way you fuck me,” I said.

“That’s why you were flirting with that asshole? You - you wanted me jealous?”

“Uh - yes! Yes! Yes! I wanted you so bad. I missed you so bad!”

Some tears pricked my eyes. A mix between the pleasure Spencer was giving to me and the realization that I missed him, and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

People might say it’s strange that such a collected, shy, and socially awkward man could have such an animalistic side. For me, it is part of a whole. Spencer is all that and much more. People are multifaceted, and our social side often seems to be the opposite of our intimate side. Honestly, that’s not a problem for me. I love Spencer in all his different ways: the nerd, the fact-spouting young genius, the Dr. Who fan, the good friend, the one who’s by your side when you need him, the one willing to sacrifice for you, the man who is self-conscious when he receives compliments, the lover, the one who can mark your body with lovebites and who can make you see stars with his tongue or his fingers.

They are all the Spencer I love, my Spencer.

Spencer grabbed one of my legs and looped it around his waist. I held onto his biceps for stability as he speeded up his thrusts. Our moans were loud enough that it was a miracle no one had seen us yet.

Though perhaps I spoke too soon.

I opened my eyes, looked over Spencer’s shoulder, and saw someone looking at us. That made the adrenaline rush in a different direction than it was at that moment.

“Spencer. She’s - she’s watching us - she’s there. Fuck!” I managed to say between whimpers. Spencer didn’t seem bothered by my announcement, as his thrusts remained in the same delicious way.

“Who? Who’s watching us?” He asked, panting in my ear.

“Alice. Fuck! Should- should we stop?” I barely could form coherent words at this point, but I needed to warn him. We were in a public place, after all. The realization made my arousal grow somehow, so I only could close my eyes and feel Spencer’s cock stretching me most delightfully.

Almost forgetting that I told him what was happening around us, I swear I feel Spencer smirk on the crook of my neck.

“No. No. Let her watch if she wants. So she knows I’m yours. That you’re the only one - the only one I want to fuck in my entire life. Every time, everywhere. Let her see us. I - don’t - fucking - care,” Spencer emphasized each part with a deep thrust. I was a moaning mess, eyes shut and clinging to Spencer’s biceps for some balance as I lost myself in the pleasure.

The coil in my lower belly built it faster and faster.

“I love you so fucking much,” I panted, bucking up my hips to feel him deeper if that was possible at this point.

We both knew it was animalistic, lacking all rationalism. But we need it. We craved it in the most primal essence, where the words were not enough.

“I love you too. Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I’ll make you come. That’s it, my love—my good girl.”

“Repeat it, please,” I begged, arching my back.

“I love you, my good girl—only you,” he said, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Yes! I’m yours. Spencer! God! So so good,” I babbled. I didn’t know it was something coherent, but who cares anyway?

“Are you close? Are you going to cum on my cock? Let her see how I fill you up?” He asked, a twisted smirk on him. Oh, fuck, how I love this man.

I didn’t know if Alice was still watching us, but the thought of her realizing that Spencer only wanted me and I only wanted him made me delirious.

“Yes! Please! Let me cum. I’m so close, baby.”

The feelings must be shown in some way, expressed, and offered in the form of actions. This time it was the possessiveness: the fact that reminded us that the fire was there because we belonged to each other.

At the top of our climax, mouths only served to moan our names, curses, and praises.

“Spencer! Fuck!” I yelled, shutting my eyes in pleasure.

My muscles tightened around Spencer when I came, pushing him to the edge. Spencer groaned as he emptied himself in me.

“Arg! So good, so good for me,” he muffled as his head nestled in the crook of my neck.

The moment and the place made the feeling more powerful. So powerful that we got lost in the dizziness of that post-coital bliss for a minute or two.

“God, I love you,” Spencer mumbled, kissing my neck. I giggled, feeling his stubble on my skin.

“I love you too. You’re more than my fuck-buddy, Spencer. And more than my friend too. You’re the man I love. I mean it,” I reassured him, tracing my fingers between his locks. He hummed contentedly. Parting from my neck, Spencer focused his eyes on mine.

“I know I should have said something before, but I was scared,” he confessed.

“Me too. But here we are. In a dark alley, in the back of a club, after fucking the shit out of us. I guess we are okay now.” We both giggled.

“Yeah, we’re more than okay,” he said, pecking my lips and hugging me tightly.

Well, maybe Emily Prentiss faking her death did bring something good to my life, after all.

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