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lovifie · 2 months
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Lift Me Off My Feet Pt.2
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Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2
Warning/Notes: Captain Price x Reader (on this chapter only, the poly 141 is still building), Oral sex (F receiver), a bit nasty
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The rest of the drive goes by in a breath, suspiciously, Simon didn't step on any more bumps, and it felt like being rocking a baby. Kyle got his hand inside your shirt, but as nasty as your acts before, now his hand was just innocently caressing your back, keeping you calm and pliant against him.
At some point, the car stops and you hear Simon talk with someone outside of the car.
“Go ahead, Lieutenant.”
The car moves again but for short this time. And just after a minute or two, the car stops and Simon turns off the engine. Everyone begins to exit the car, Kyle included with you in his arms. You notice people walking around, not too close but enough to see you, and you start to feel self-aware of the fact that you are being carried like a baby by the Sergeant.
“Can you put me down? I want to walk.” You say squirming a bit in the Sergeant’s arms.
“It's faster this way actually, doll.” He responds giving you a quick smile.
“At least put me on your back, it feels weird not seeing where we going.” You say turning your head around as much as you can.
Kyle snickers, making you turn to him with your eyebrows furrowed. “Doll, I actually would be really glad if you let me carry you like this the rest of the way because like this I can hide the fact that I came on my pants like a teenager.”
“Oh.” That's all you managed to say as you feel your cheek blushing. You can definitely feel your panties sticking to your pussy, but he must definitely feel his underwear hardening.
“Soap, Ghost, we will tomorrow at 0700 for a debriefing of today's events. Go rest now. Kyle, come into my office so we can find the key and free our little birdie.” Price orders behind you, relief flowing through your veins at the thought of being free.
Kyle enters the room, Price’s office by logic, and sits you on a desk. And once you are seated, he raises his arm and crouches down getting out of the weird knot of limbs.
He stands before you, free, as you look at him dumbfounded, still cuffed.
“H-how… You could do that?!” You ask looking at him. “I thought you didn't fit, that's why you haven't got out! You could do that?!”
Kyle simply chuckles at you while he adjusts his pants quickly and drops a peck on your forehead whispering against your skin. “Sorry, luv. But it was just too comfortable.” He turns to Price, announcing he is going to take a shower and leaves the room sending you a wink right before closing the door.
You turn to Price, looking a bit shocked still and he picks the key from the drawer at his desk. “Sorry about him, he is a good lad. Hope you were not uncomfortable, right?” He asks as he walks up to you, you put your hands together expecting him to unlock the cuffs, but instead, his hands travel to the back of your tights and he picks you up forcing you to put your hands around his shoulder (almost strangling him for a second before you remember to move your hands above his head)
You let him be, too tired already to fight anymore, and he sits you on the other side of the desk. In front of his chair, once you are seated, he sits on his chair and gets between your legs.
The sight in front of you shouldn't be allowed, broad shoulders making you physically spread your legs to accommodate him, blue eyes looking up at you and warm hands picking yours. “Let's take these off, yeah?”
“Yes, please.” You whisper back, not even sure what you are begging for.
Price takes the cuffs back, furrowing when he sees the red mark where the metal dented into your soft skin. He caresses both wrists drawing circles and then one of them goes higher on your arm up to the bandages. “How's the pain?” He asks looking at your arm.
“Hm? Oh, that… honestly, I always thought bullet wounds would hurt a lot more. It's not too bad, I almost had forgotten about it.” You say smiling back at him.
He chuckles back shaking his head. “I'm definitely having you give a pep talk to the rookies. Sorry about your blouse, as well. I'll pay for a new one.” He says caressing your arm.
“Oh, there is no need, really. This is an old one, I should have thrown it out a bit ago anyway.” You admit shaking your hands to let him know there is no need.
“I insist. And if you get any medical bills, or need any physiotherapy sessions or anything. We will pay for them, we'll take care of you, doll.” He says standing up to his full height still between your legs.
“You keep saying that…”
“What do you mean?”
“That you will take care of me.”
“Yes. We will if you allow us.”
You look at his face, trying to decipher what he means. But the intensity of his gaze pulls the air out of your lungs leaving you breathless, the heat from his body is scorching against you and the ground seems so far away you feel like you falling off a cliff.
“Are you okay, doll?” He asks softly looking to meet your gaze again cupping your face.
“Yeah.” You say softly pulling his hand away and you put a hand on his chest pushing him back. “I-I should get going, I have work in the morning it's better if I get back home.”
“You can stay the night if you want, I'll drive you to work tomorrow.” He quickly responds like he doesn't want you to go.
“Capt- John.” You correct yourself earning a smile from him. “John, I need to shower, and I don't have any clean clothes, really you have done more than enough for me, I will just go home.”
You stay looking at him, waiting for him to move back so you can hop off the desk and get out. But he doesn't, instead, he gets closer and moves both hands to cup your face making you look at him. “You are thinking too hard, doll.”
And then, as natural as it is to blink, he kisses you.
A soft peck right on the corner of your mouth to test the waters, a soft peck on the other side, and then, softly, almost like melting at the touch, a kiss right to the centre of your lips.
He moves slightly back, enough to be able to speak and ask. “You solid?”
And you nod.
You are not even a hundred per cent sure you know what he means, but you know that whatever the man in front of you would ask, you would say yes.
You shouldn't, you don't know him. You only know his name and his position as Captain. You know your mind is not clear, right now he is your saviour, he is been taking care of you since you met, and he is so strong, so gentle with you, so handsome.
You shouldn't be leaning in for another kiss, but you are.
There is always tomorrow for regrets.
But tonight, all your senses scream John Price.
Never did you though a kiss could get you so hot and bothered, he only has his hands on your face and his lips on yours and you are already panting.
He moves forward, hips crashing onto yours making you gasp and he uses the opportunity to get his tongue on your mouth.
You can taste the tobacco on his tongue, swimming down your body. His hands move, taking your hair back into a ponytail and he pulls back. It stings and you groan softly, shifting to a moan when you feel his lips down your throat.
His moustache tickles the soft skin of your neck in contrast with the scorching feeling of his breath. “Who beat me to it?” He asks, chuckling drily looking at something on your neck.
Fucking Kyle.
“Better to erase it, doll.” He says, possessiveness taking over him. And there are no more soft kisses, now he makes out, no, he devours your neck like a madman. Sucking and biting, feeling the mark erupt and your panties to grow wetter.
You bite your lip to try and not make an embarrassment of yourself from how badly you want to moan, and you take his shirt out of his pants. Running your hands under the shirt, needing to feel him.
“I hope you don't mind, sweetheart. Since it is already ruined…” He trails off as he grabs your shirt over your chest and pulls, hard, pulling the buttons of the fabric and ripping it where it didn't give in.
He almost growls when he sees the skin giggle and he dives right into your chest. His hands rest on your waist pulling you forward him, pulling your shirt out of your pants.
You try to take off your jacket, but the sudden movement causes a sharp pain in your arm making you groan in pain. Price quickly detaches himself from your skin to look at your face, alarmed he hurted you. “Sorry, you alright love?” He asks feeling guilty. You shake your head, only worrying him more and then you add. “It's not you, the jacket. Got stuck on the bandages or something; can you help me, please?” He smirks mischievously at you. “Help you to undress? Oh, darling, that's my pleasure.”
He kisses you on your lips again, taking off your jacket carefully and then your shirt. He pulls your bra strap down your shoulder, leaving your bra downside, your boobs out and pushes up. He cups one of your boobs groaning on your mouth when you moan softly and then bends down to get the other one inside his mouth.
He twirls his tongue around your nipple, savouring the taste of your skin. You move your hand to the back of his head, and when he gets lower, right under your boob over your ribs, and he bites you as you pull his hair moaning his name. “John…”
“Yeah, darling, moan my name like that.” He mumbles against your skin before he goes back to your mouth. “You taste like fucking candy, sweetheart. Can't fucking wait to taste all of your.”
“Do it. Do it, please.” You say against his mouth, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Aw, darling, what a fucking sight. Asking so nicely, how can I say no?” He says between kisses as he undoes your pants.
He lifts your ass from the desk with an arm as he pulls down your pants and your underwear all together. He leaves you again on the desk and undoes the clasp of your bra taking it off. Leaving you completely bare on his desk, while he remains completely dressed. The vest is even still on.
“Fuck… I must have been a fucking saint on my last life to be worth it of this sight, angel.” He says looking up and down your body as he moves his hands from your waist up to your face to give you a kiss. “I'm gonna make you feel good, love. So, so good…” he trails off as he begins to give kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbones, sternum, tummy, and just when he is about to reach your mount. He pulls back making you whine. “Shh, pretty, just getting comfy.”
He grabs the chair from before sitting down, gets closer between your legs and pulls them over his shoulder forcing you to lean on your back using the elbow that is not hurt to prop yourself up enough to see him.
He kisses the inside of your tights, from your knee and higher, higher, higher… you can feel his beard on that soaking part of you where you need him the most. But he doesn't indulge you, instead, he goes back to your knee and high again. Teasing you, leaving you panting, aching, clenching around anything, needy, desperate.
“John… please… no more teasing…” you beg, feeling desperate for him.
“Poor baby, already soaking.” He says looking directly at your cunt, and you feel as he presses a thumb on your clit making you shudder at the feeling and he slowly moves it down your slit, reaching your dripping hole and pressing it, but without getting it inside. Just collecting your juices and driving you mad.
He takes the thumb up to his lips licking it while he looks at your eyes. “Just as I thought, fucking candy, love.” You want to complain, to grab his hair and shove his face against your cunt but the only thing that leaves your lips is a bratty whine, too horny to think straight.
You feel Price chuckle against your skin, and when you finally feel ready to tell him off, he presses his tongue flat against your clit turning your brain to absolute mush as you let go of a moan worth of a porn video as you let your head fall back.
He moves his head up and down, letting his tongue move between your folds; collecting your arousal mixing it with his spit making a mess on his beard.
His index finger moves to your entrance, slowly getting it inside stretching you slightly because of the size of his hands. He sucks at your clit, almost making out with it. And once he feels satisfied with it, he gets a second finger inside.
You keep moaning his name, like a mantra almost, not being able to remain quiet when he begins to thrust his finger in and out of your wet cunt. The sounds, the squelch, the sight, delightful.
You have been given head before, but never like this. It never had you begin for them to keep going, to not let you hanging, never this desperate. But John Price, it has you wishing you could kiss the terrorist of your neighbour just for putting you in his line of vision.
He curls his fingers inside of you pressing a point that has you falling on your back hitting your head load enough for him to chuckle against your cunt, but before he can lift his head to check on you, you just get your hand on his head keeping him in place.
Caressing his hair, spreading your legs even wider, he eats you out like a man starved. Like he hasn't eaten in days like he just found a water fountain in the middle of the desert.
You realise then, that the reason why you have never felt like this before with any ex-lover, is because you have never felt this desired. You can feel Price moaning against your cunt, and it makes you wonder who is enjoying it more.
Not for long though, because you begin to feel the knot on your stomach get tighter. More and more tight, you feel your toes curl and you close your eyes letting your mouth open as you feel the knot coming undone like an elevator free-falling. A high-pitched moan leaves your lips that in any other situation would make you feel embarrassed and your tights clasp around Price’s head when he doesn't relent on his attack.
He helps you ride out your orgasm as you cover your face with your hands, the light in the room is suddenly too bright, and after a couple of seconds, you look up at him.
And the sight…
He is sitting, leaning back against the chair, manspreading wide, an elbow resting on the armrest as he lazily licks clean the fingers that were just inside of you. Absolutely content with himself and his accomplishments, a sight absolutely devilishly delicious.
You notice the tent on his pants, and you try to touch him with your feet. But he grabs your ankle, and you don't have enough energy on you to push it.
“As much as I would like to keep going, doll.” He says letting your leg down and coming up closer to your face. “You can barely keep your eyes open, so I think it's time to rest.”
He stands up, goes somewhere behind you that you guess is the bathroom because of the sound of water and a bit later, he is back. He picks you up, and lays down on a sofa, with you on top.
A bathroom and a sofa inside of his personal office, he really is a military captain. He covers the both of you with a blanket, he gives you a kiss to the forehead and before you know it, you are out.
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Post-nut clarity doesn't hit until a couple of hours later.
You are naked, in an unknown man's office, far away from home, with no phone, no keys, no money, no clothes, ashamed.
So you do the only thing you can do, you slip away from the sleeping handsome man, get dressed as fast as you can without making any noise and leave the room. You don't even bother to put on your blouse, choosing to just close your jacket.
Once outside, you let a sigh escape your lips. You know the military base, it is actually not that far away from your home, less than an hour walking back.
Are you excited about walking back home at the break of dawn alone? No. Do you have another choice? Not really, not any that would help reduce the walk of shame you found yourself doing.
So you get your hands on your pockets and start doing your half a marathon back home.
And just as the sun is beginning to pick over the horizon, you reach your home.
Just last night there were dozens of police cars, military workers, everything, the whole paraphernalia. But now? It is just dead silence, no a soul in sight, as if nothing has ever happened.
The janitor calls your name when he sees you, he gives you your keys and tells you that the police dropped them by when they cleaned everything.
You wait for the elevator and make your way up to your floor. On apartment 608, there is a police notice, banning everyone from getting close to the crime scene. There are bullet holes and some bloody handprints on the walls, a blood splutters a bit too close to the height your arm is.
You shake your head trying to forget about it, and open your door. Once inside, you lock the door and look for your phone. Only to remember that it must be in your bag, in your car, where you dropped it when you tried to run.
You look at the clock on the wall that you always forget about, and realise you have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it time to work. So get at it.
Most of those 20 minutes, go into taking a shower. You feel dirty, mainly because you are, but also because you feel used. You think about Price and Kyle, handsome military men, they have probably visited countries you don't even know exist and they probably have a lover in each of them.
You are probably just another one, and you let them in so easily. They must have barely felt any satisfaction from such an easy catch.
You feel like crying for being so silly, but a voice in your head stops you. The voice in your head that picks you up whenever you fuck something up. Don't cry! Why would you cry?! They used you just as much as you used them! And they are not crying! So neither are you! You made a grown man cum on his pants by rubbing yourself a bit and an even grown-er man basically get on his knees to eat you out! So don't cry!
So you get out of the shower with another attitude, you are going to get a hold of the situation, you are going to get space between these men and yourself, and you are going to be just fine!
“Son of a bitch!” You exclaim when you see yourself in the mirror, if you had thrown yourself down the stairs there would be fewer bruises on your body. Well, not bruises, hickeys.
You huff getting out of the bathroom to get dressed, and then back to the bathroom to cover all the hickeys.
By divine grace, you make on time for work. You are exhausted, starving and if any of your coworkers spoke to you today just a bit out of tone, you would chew their arms off. But luckily, everything goes right.
At least, until you get back home, and the first thing you see when you get off the elevator, is a masked man standing in front of your door.
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I guess it is a series now, I don't know where I'm going with it but there is still a couple of things I have thoughts about.
If you guys have any ideas or scenarios please, tell me hehe
And if you want me to tag you on the next part drop a coment 💗
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nyerus · 4 days
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Wonderful News! TGCF is unlocked on JJWXC!🎉
After being locked down a few years ago, there was no word on whether or not we would ever see TGCF on its original publishing site of JJWXC. However, just today, it's been unlocked and is available for purchase again!
It also seems to be the newly revised version, as well as being uncensored (i.e. the kisses and such are still there, and have not been removed as they were for the physical release in China).
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For those maybe wondering why it's so significant:
Purchasing the webnovel most directly supports MXTX, and you can tip her directly there as well.
This is the only novel of hers currently available on JJWXC -- as MDZS and SV are still locked -- thus making it the only way to do the above.
This is now the newly revised edition of TGCF, and since it's on web browser, we can more feasibly MTL it if you wish to experience the revised edition as a non-CN-speaker! The only other options until now were fan translations of certain chapters, and the audio drama. If you're curious about certain changes, you can now check it out yourself whenever!
Bonus blog post by MXTX:
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She has mentioned that she's temporarily paused work on her 4th novel (and that it's changed quite a bit from the original concept she had so she privated the original synopsis for now), but assured fans that she has not stopped writing! This is one of the rare times we actually heard directly from her in recent years, so it's definitely reassuring.
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aikastales · 5 months
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burnout (iii)
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↳ synopsis: after his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, jungkook enlists your help by asking and paying you to fake date him. accepting the offer, you get more than what you bargained for when jungkook starts showing his true intentions.
↳ pairing: basketball player!jungkook x student journalist!fem!reader
↳ genres: yandere, heavy angst, dark romance, slow burn
↳ aus: college au, fake dating au
↳ warnings: none for this chapter
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You had no recollection whatsoever of what happened last night; much less how you got back to your shared condominium unit with Taehyung. But if you were to guess, your cousin probably brought you home as you vaguely remembered him being at the afterparty—much to his chagrin that you came with his best friend. Other moments were like missing puzzle pieces. You only remembered flashes, and you groaned when you felt the throbbing in your temple became stronger. 
Usually, you could hold your liquor better than this. In fact, this was the first time, in a long while, that you could remember having a hangover. Your mother was your drinking buddy—started drinking with you when you were a junior in high school, and although she shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t mind. Your mother was a great mother. Your mother was your best friend. Your mother was a great parent. Yes, she had her shortcomings, but who didn’t? Certainly not you. You remembered the first time she asked you to try Soju, and subconsciously, it brought a smile to your face, and a low chuckle to escape your lips. You made a mental note to text her later.  
As you left your bed, there was a knock on your bedroom door. Knowing it was your cousin, you told him to come in while you fixed your bed, and looked for your phone in the process. 
“Your phone’s in your bag,” Taehyung muttered as he stepped inside your room, and leaned against the wall of the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “I brought you home too. Jungkook wanted to, but he rode a motorcycle, and you were wasted. It wasn’t safe.” 
You nodded in understanding. You figured out that much. Like what Taehyung said, your phone was indeed inside your bag. Quickly, you unlocked it, and checked your notifications. Some were just annoying spam emails, app notifications, and automated messages from your SIM provider, but there was one message that made your heart beat quickly due to panic that you didn’t even notice Jungkook’s message. 
“Y/N, I need to talk to you,” Taehyung said. 
“We will talk, but not right now, I’m late for my tutoring session, Tae,” you hurriedly told him as you texted your tutee that you would be late, but that you would come since it was his midterms next week. 
“Y/N, I’m serious. I still don’t approve of you and Jungkook dating.” 
You should have expected this. In the years you spent with Taehyung, you should have known that he wasn’t the type of person who could accept “no” as an answer, and not getting what he wanted when and if he wanted it. You thought it only applied to everything else in his life; apparently, it also applied to your dating life. 
“Taehyung, haven’t we gotten over this? Who I date is not yours to dictate,” you shook your head, sighing deeply as you gathered everything you needed for your quick shower. You were definitely not going to attend your tutoring session dressed from last night, and smelling like beer and nicotine. 
“Jungkook’s a piece of shit as a boyfriend, Y/N. He’s crazy possessive and he gets so fucking jealous. His charming persona is just that—a persona. I don’t want you to get hurt by him, Y/N, please.” 
The desperation in his voice was evidently obvious. When you looked at him, you were unsure of what to say. How could he say that to his own best friend? 
“If he’s like that—,” 
“He is like that,” 
“Then why are you still friends with him?” you asked, pointedly. When Taehyung couldn’t give you an answer, you nodded. “Right. I thought so. I’m going now, Tae. This conversation is over.” 
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When you arrived at Jamsil’s library, you were forty five minutes late to your session with Yang Jungwon, a freshman from your program, Journalism with a major in Investigative Reporting. You found him in your usual spot, writing away on his yellow pad while nodding his head along the music he was listening to. Inhaling deeply, you made your way toward him. When you were finally near him, you tapped on his shoulder, causing him to jump a little, but when he saw you—his deep dimpled smile appeared on his face. 
Yang Jungwon was like the little brother you never had but wished you had. You felt bad for thinking that way because you had Taehyung, but as stated, looking after him felt more like a responsibility you had no other choice but to take upon. With Jungwon, even though you were paid to help him with his studies, it never felt like a responsibility to you. You enjoyed spending time with him, helping him out, and sometimes, if the conversation steered into the direction, you enjoyed your deep and meaningful conversations with him. 
You smiled back at him, and took the seat beside him, sitting on it. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Jungwon. You can tell your mom that she doesn’t need to pay me for this session.” 
He shook his head. “No, noona. It’s okay. I didn’t mind the waiting. I got to use it to answer your mock tests.” 
“Really? Let me see. What did you answer first?” you asked, taking your messenger bag off of your shoulder, placing it on the table. 
“The Contemp—,” Jungwon began to say, but then he stopped, which caused you to tear your gaze away from the mock test in your hands, and to your tutee. You followed his gaze, and to your surprise, you saw Jungkook sitting across from you and Jungwon with a gentle smile on his face. He had his lip ring on—it was the first thing you noticed about him that day. 
“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why did it feel like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do? Why did you suddenly feel anxious? 
Taehyung’s words rang in your ears: He’s crazy possessive. His charming persona is just that—a persona. 
Was all of it true? Was that the reason why he was here? Because you were with another guy? 
“I guess you didn’t read my message, babe,” he chuckled. “I told you not to buy lunch anymore because I cooked some for you. Here, you can share it with your friend…” he trailed off, politely smiling at Jungwon. 
“H-Hello, I’m Yang Jungwon,” Jungwon stammered, starstruck that Jamsil’s golden boy was talking to him. 
“Hello, Jungwon. It’s nice to meet you. You can just call me hyung,” Jungkook turned to you. “I’ll get going now, okay?” He pushed the lunch box towards you. “Eat. There’s hangover soup in there too.” 
You gave him a look to which he grinned at. “Ah, don’t worry, Jungwon. She can tutor you even though she’s dr—,” 
“Okay, thank you, Jeon Jungkook,” you interrupted him, making his grin wider. You shook your head at him, but you couldn��t hide the blush coating your cheeks from his sweet gesture. Then, you wondered, as Jungkook took his leave, did he do the same thing to Haemin? 
“I didn’t know you and Jeon Jungkook hyung are dating,” Jungwon brought you out of your trance, gaze finally now upon him rather than the absent figure of Jungkook. 
“Yeah, it just happened,” you said to him. “But come on, let’s focus on your mock tests.” 
Yet despite saying that, you were the one who couldn’t focus because the only thing in your mind was: how did Jungkook know you were at the library? 
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Taehyung’s words plagued your mind the entire day. Even while you were working, all you could think about was his words about his best friend. How could he say those things about Jungkook? Someone he’d been best friends with since they were little? Why was he so adamant about you not dating him? Taehyung usually kept a distance from your personal life, not even asking about your mother because he knew of the complicated relationship your family had with his family. So, why was he all over your case now that you were “dating” Jungkook? You couldn’t understand. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. 
Although you confirmed with the library interaction that Jungkook wasn’t the possessive type, seeing as he just walked away after giving you the lunch box, and even let Jungwon call him hyung, there was still that nagging thought in your mind: what if Taehyung’s word held weight? What if they were true? 
You thought about it: if they were true, even when you were only fake dating, would he still be as possessive as Taehyung said he was? What happened for your cousin to even tell you something like that?  
Your thoughts were put on a halt when your manager called for your name. You worked as a part-time waitress at a restaurant called Rado. You used to be a full-time employee, but since you were in your last year of uni, you asked if you could still be employed on a part-time basis, and fortunately, your manager, Han Somin, agreed. 
“Yes, Ms. Han?” you asked as you entered her small office inside the employees’ locker room. 
“Y/N, hi, come inside, I just have something to tell you,” she said, taking her eyeglasses off, and kindly smiling at you. You nodded and did as told. “It’s nothing serious,” she continued, which alleviated the nerves sinking in your bones. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted to be part of this party we’re catering to on Saturday. It’s a listening party for an artist named J-Hope; he released a new album. Maybe you’ve heard of him.” 
You shook your head. “No, Ms. Han. But I’d love to be part of the staff. Where would it be held?” 
“It’ll be held at his label’s function room. I’ll send you the details, alright?” You nodded, then she dismissed you, and went back to work. 
Money had always been a sensitive topic for you. Growing up, you knew that you didn’t have a lot but you were comfortable due to both of your parents’ wages. Your father was a simple office man while your mother had her own small flower shop. They were able to provide for your basic needs and wants but when your father passed away—your mother’s earnings at the flower shop weren’t sustainable. Hence, at an early age, you learned how to look for jobs, and learned the value of money and earning it. Hence, the reason why, besides loving Jungkook all your life, you simply could not half-ass fake dating him because it was innate in you that when you do a job, you give it your hundred percent. 
Part of you wished you didn’t have to worry about your finances. That, like other students at Jamsil, you could have fun and enjoy college life without worrying if you would still have a roof over your head eve though you failed an exam or if you would still be able to eat the next day if you buy a food late at night because you were so hungry that you couldn’t sleep. 
Having money meant having freedom to do all the things that you wanted to do—and you weren’t free. Not yet, anyway, but moving to your own place was a start. That’s why no matter what people say, you would see fake dating Jeon Jungkook through because whether you liked it or not—he was the key to your freedom. 
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Saturday rolled around quickly. Adorned in your Rado’s uniform—a simple white linen long sleeve polo shirt, black slacks, black high heels, and your hair pulled back to show your face—you were already at the label’s function room preparing for the listening party of J-Hope. His music had been playing since you got there and you felt yourself being immersed and vibing to it that you made a mental note to check his other songs out afterwards. 
You were in charge of the food and drinks. Ms. Han was also present to supervise and with you was your co-worker, Kang Seulgi, and Kim Hanbin. It was an intimate type of party; hence, the small group of staff and catering. 
“I wonder who we’ll see here,” Seulgi told you as she placed the food fingers on the table while you poured drinks into the glasses. 
“I heard it’s just indie artists that J-Hope invited. It’s the target audience for his album, you see,” Hanbin piped in, fixing his necktie. 
“Whoever it is, I’m sure—,” 
“Kim Y/N, it’s nice to see you here,” 
You only heard that voice a couple of times but you wouldn’t mistake it for another. It was ingrained in your mind so deeply. It was the voice of the person you hoped was you for a long time—who got to touch, kiss, hug, care, and love Jeon Jungkook for four years. It was the voice of the person who was Jeon Jungkook’s first love, and most likely still loved. It was the voice of the person that was never going to be you in his life. It was the voice of: 
“Lee Haemin.”
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THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 3 THIRD TIME’S A CHARM
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
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“So, what does this mean for our contract?”
“It keeps going,” you answer.
He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”
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[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, handjob ], jealousy and slight hints of cheating [ depends on how you view it ]
[ words ]: 6.8K
[ note ]: thank you so much again for the endless support. I still can’t believe it but you guys are seriously the best. It means the world that you like my silly little series so far! Please share your thoughts with me at the end of the chapter by reblogging, commenting or sending an ask/DM! 🩷
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The sunbeams hit your skin, waking you up from a night full of beautiful dreams once again. Right. Hyunjin is back. Finally. And you can’t grasp that the first thing he did when he saw you yesterday was to immediately ask you out on a date. It seems as if he’s been waiting for this moment for six months too. You can’t believe it. After all, it feels as if he’s absolutely serious about you, right?
All your wishes will finally come true. You’re gonna be the one on Hyunjin’s side, hopefully his official girlfriend pretty soon. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
So, why do you feel hesitant about it?
A weird feeling is running through your stomach, almost as if you have second guesses about this whole thing. But when you take a shower to get ready for the day, you decide to just blame it on nervousness. It’s been six months since you’ve been waiting for this moment—or if you’re a bit more honest way longer than that—so it’s normal to feel like this, right? At the back of your head there’s another thought tickling you, begging to be let free but you don’t allow it. You are more than sure your confusion is absolutely caused by the seriousness of the situation and not the fact that you came around your enemy’s fingers last evening. For sure.
After you put yourself into fresh clothes and do your hair, you swing your bag over your shoulder and a last glance at the time tells you you are definitely running pretty late again. Fuck. Of course, yesterday you arrived at campus a little earlier but you have already guessed that this enthusiastic energy would only last for one whole day until it vanishes into ashes. You rush to campus, squeezing yourself into the next overcrowded subway vehicle until you reach your station and run to the building where your first lecture is.
You throw your bag on the floor, before you grab your iPad and a half empty water bottle. The professor has already started with his lecture and you’re still here, trying to rearrange your thoughts and calm down your breathing from sprinting to the hall. When you unlock the device in front of you, your heart almost stops beating. Why is that stupid file with the contract of Minho and you still opened? You immediately close it and switch to the one in which you take notes for your classes, not really having a system here so far but you will figure it out.
“Can I sit here?”
Your head snaps towards the source of the voice, finding a woman dressed in an elegant spring dress combined with stilettos and a butterfly claw holding her shiny smooth hair together.
“Yeah! Sure, Areum. Sit down,” you tell her and scoot a little although the space next to you is still completely empty.
“I feel so bad about being late today,” she confesses while placing her study material on the small table in front of her. Everything matches, every item she owns has the same beige shade with golden accents. She starts writing down what the professor is currently talking about, paying full attention to his words.
“Don’t worry about that,” you reassure her, “I wasn’t here on time either. To be honest, I am mostly late to all my appointments.”
She gives you a small smile, “Yeah. I get you. I wanna be here on time like a good student to all my classes, but then again there was so much going on at the animal shelter I helped out this morning that I wasn’t able to leave to arrive here on time.”
Animal shelter? You’re getting more and more convinced that Areum is secretly a Disney princess. You also wonder if this is where Minho and her met each other. After all, you know that he sometimes helps out at one of the shelters in the city too.
Time passes by and soon the lecture ends. You throw all your stuff back into your bag, before Areum and you stand up and leave your aisle. You can’t get over the fact how kind she is. During the whole lecture, she explained things to you which you didn’t understand and even offered to send you her notes. This can’t have something to do with Minho, right? She hasn’t known you up until yesterday and you highly doubt that Minho has ever mentioned more than just your name and perhaps some mean details.
You’re on your way to your next class, remembering you still have to look for a book in the library which makes you enter a state of hurry now.
“Y/N, what I wanted to ask–“
“I’m so sorry but I’m in a rush Areum. Can it perhaps wait?”
She sends you another one of those soft smiles that reaches her big round eyes, “Yes! Of course, I’ll see you in class tomorrow, right? Maybe we can exchange phone numbers? So, I can send you my notes from today’s lecture.”
You hastily nod, reaching for your phone and opening your contact before you tap on the little ‘+’ symbol and it creates a new contact. Areum reaches for the device, her soft hands grazing over your own for less than half a second and she quickly types in her information.
“I sent you a text, so you have my number too,” you let her know and a bit later you say goodbye and cross paths.
You rush to the library, searching for the book you need for the next lesson. Once you arrive at the aisle where it’s supposed to be, you realise the spot is empty. Your hands start hovering over the other books you find there, reading the titles and signatures but finding nothing that might come close.
“Searching for something?”
You turn around, seeing Minho with that exact book inside his hand and you don’t even question why the hell he’s holding it in the first place.
“Hey. Yes, I need this one for my class,” you explain. You take a step forward and reach for the admired object, your fingers getting close to the paper until he pulls away and a mischievous smile finds his face.
“You didn’t text me,” he says with a strict voice, his face immediately turning expressionless again as ever. If he’s angry at you he’s doing a great job at hiding and covering it with his obligatory neutrality.
Your breath hitches when you realise what he’s talking about. You were supposed to tell him that you made it back home safely. Fuck. You’ve always been rather forgetful but this is something you should keep in mind. You wonder now if Minho got worried at the lack of response from your side and for some reason it lets butterflies erupt in your stomach. Get it together. Every half-decent man would be worried if they had to send a woman home at night. This shouldn’t be considered something special.
“You probably forgot because Hyunjin came back last night, hm?” Minho asks, tilting his head.
What? How is he even aware of your crush’s early arrival?
“How do you know?”
He shrugs his shoulders, “Felix. He told me.”
Okay, yeah. That makes sense. Still, you suddenly feel so awful about all this. You hate breaking promises. Even if it’s an accident like forgetting to text him. “I’m sorry. He… he spontaneously visited us. Just for a couple of minutes though. I went right to bed. Was tired and all.”
You don’t even know why you’re rambling and justifying yourself. It’s not like you’re a couple. You’re not even friends, after all. There’s nothing to feel bad about, especially not toward Minho. But why do you feel this way then?
“Whatever. It’s fine,” Minho adds, before he hands you the book and leaves.
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“You look beautiful,” Hyunjin greets you with a warm hug, pulling you closer and you hope he can’t feel how your heart is beating out of your chest. You let go of him again, giving your crush a soft smile and he leads the way inside the café.
“I’ve wanted to go here for ages,” you confess, while you two step inside. Hyunjin has his hand gently placed on the small of your back as he guides you into the ancient looking building. It’s astonishing here, flowery details filling the huge room up to the ceiling, as the scents of coffee and strawberries enter your nostrils. 
“I heard it opened not that long ago, didn’t it?” You nod, “Yeah. A couple of weeks, I think. But I’ve always been passing by and have seen people post about it on Instagram you know?”
Hyunjin smiles and searches for an employee. The waitress tells him to choose whatever free table you would like and the both of you opt for seats right at the huge rose tinted window. The gentleman he is, your friend pulls your chair back and helps you sit down before he takes his own seat. You start looking through the menu, soon finding something appealing and Hyunjin walks to the front to order.
“Oh—you already paid, wait let me give you–“
“It’s fine, angel,” he says, shushing your hands away from your bag, “I invited you, remember? Let me treat you a little, okay?”
If your week goes on like this you won’t have to spend money on food anymore when men keep paying for you. Not that you mind.
“Thank you.”
He gives you a soft smile. “Now, tell me. What have I missed not being here for six months?”
The waitress brings your order next but this doesn’t hold you back from entering a cycle of rambling. “Oh! Jisung is texting this girl he met online while playing video games. He’s head over heels for her but doesn’t even know her real name or what she looks like.” Hyunjin laughs. It’s not gossiping, after all, that’s all your friend has been talking about these past weeks. And in comparison to Jisung’s dislike for your crush, the hatred isn’t reciprocated. “It’s hilarious and cute in some way although it feels kinda weird to imagine Jisung in a light like that.”
“I get it,” Hyunjin says, “still somehow adorable. Hopefully it works out. And anything new in your life?”
You're unsure if he’s hinting at your love life or just what has happened in general. So, you take the safe route. “Ah, you know. Not much is going on. I had my internship at the end of last year. Was kinda exhausting and taught me what I don’t want to do.”
“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he reassures you and suddenly his hand gets closer. He places the palm on top of yours, softly stroking your skin. God, why is his hand so much bigger than your own?
“Nah, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. So—you’ve gotta tell me everything about Paris now. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“It was beautiful. Really. Very busy and all but the architecture of the whole city… Amazing. Also pretentious to some extent but it didn’t surprise me. And dirty and smelly but it’s a big city after all, right? Definitely not like in all those romance movies but still absolutely gorgeous. I enjoyed my time there,” he says. You’ve always thought that Hyunjin fits right there, as if he belongs to Paris and you can’t quite explain why. This is also the reason why you felt like you were in no position to hold him back despite your aching heart. This was a one chance of a lifetime, after all.
“I’m super glad to hear that, Hyune. Seriously. Every picture you posted online or sent to the group chat or me let a smile appear on my face. I’m truly happy you had this opportunity and had such a great time over there!”
His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, as he gives your hands a soft squeeze with his big one.
“You like the food, Y/N?”
You nod, taking another bite of your cheesecake, “Oh, yes. Absolutely. Such a good idea to go here!”
You watch him put some of his pie on his fork, before he guides the cutlery towards you. “Wanna try?”
A little startled about the fact that he—as it seems—wants to feed you some of his food, you nod and have a taste of the blueberry pie he offers. And it tastes just as amazing as the dish you chose. You put a bit of your strawberry cheesecake on top of your fork and guide it toward Hyunjin, before his plump lips wrap around it and take a bite. He hums a little melody, enjoying the taste of the cake, all while you try to not lose your mind about the fact that you are feeding Hyunjin in public.
“It was a good idea to go here,” he says, his voice dropping lower and a bit more quiet. He’s reaching out for your hand once more, not letting you go as if he is afraid to lose you again despite the fact that he was the one who went to another continent half a year ago. A weird sensation starts spreading through your belly and you are hit with the one question that has been harassing your mind for six weeks.
Why did he decide to confess to you twelve hours before his flight’s departure when he knew you weren’t going to see each other for so long? Of course, Jisung called him toxic without batting an eye. Your crush might like your friend whereas the younger one has always classified Hyunjin as a ‘walking red flag’. In some way he’s right but you don’t want to believe that. You decide to blame it on Hyunjin being a hopeless romantic and just wanting to get this confession off his chest before going on a flight. You never know what could happen in six months while being so far away. Better this way than being plagued by regrets, right?
“Thank you for the invitation again, Hyune,” you add, as your fingers start getting intertwined with his large ones.
“Don’t thank me for that. Actually… I wanted to talk about something,” he says and you watch his lower lip get caught between his teeth. He suddenly looks nervous and for some reason that feeling reaches you too.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, angel,” he lets out. His gaze is fixated on where your hands meet, as he squeezes yours another time, softly caressing your skin in order to gain some confidence. God. It’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna understand.
“What is it?”
But the truth is—your heart is bursting out of your chest once again. It leaves you anxious, the way he’s opened this conversation, you can’t deny that. 
“I am sure you remember our last talk in person. Right before my flight and all.” Oh, no. Don’t open that box again. “Im sorry about the timing, truly sorry. I know this was kinda shitty of me to just drop that information and disappear for six months.”
You give him a smile, “You didn’t disappear, Hyune. We talked on the phone and all during your time in Paris.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t be close to you. Geographically speaking and all. It’s just not the same,” he explains, shaking his head. You take a deep breath in the meantime, just wanting him to spit it out—whatever is on his mind. “What do you wanna say?”
“Well, first of all. I want you to know that I did this because I thought I was running out of time. I’m also quite superstitious. So if something had happened on that flight or in Paris–“
“Nothing happened, Hyune,” you cut him off.
“I know,” he says. “I’m glad about that. But if it had been the case I would have never forgiven myself for not being honest with you, you know?”
“I get it. Seriously,” you reassure him. Because you somehow do get it. Despite the fact that it hurt, that it was stinging your heart with no end during that time. But sometimes love turns us selfish. You’re sure this is what happened to Hyunjin in that moment too.
“Thank you. This is also, second, why I want to be honest with you again this time.”
You gulp. “Okay.” Is he already ending things with you before they started? You’re entering a spiral of angst once more.
“It’s a lot going on right now for me. I’ve become quite a new person over there and have to adjust to life in Seoul again. It’ll take some time for me to get used to everything. All I want to say is that you are still important to me. Nothing has changed about my feelings in the slightest, I promise. But I don’t want to rush things. It’s our last semester of college and I don’t wanna mess things up between us because I went too fast and got hooked up in the stress of everyday life and exams, you know?”
Oh, alright. That’s definitely something you can work with, right? After all, you need your time, too.
“Oh. I get that. Totally. I mean, I’m in my last semester too,” you explain.
“Okay, good. So, you’re okay with us taking things slowly?”
This doesn’t just count for school related stuff but you’re also not one to immediately jump into the dating and relationship life because you have zero experience on that level either.
“Absolutely!”
“You won’t think I’m… boring? Or something like that?”
“You, Hwang Hyunjin, boring? Never,” you chuckle. “We can take all the time you need, Hyune. It’s more than fine.”
“I’m glad about that. A huge weight is dropping off my shoulders, not gonna lie,” he says, placing his free hand right where his heart is.
“You seriously worried about that?”
“Well, I’ve been gone for six months. I’m sure all those guys have been waiting in line for you to date them. But I’m so happy to know I’m still your favourite, Y/N.”
Your chest tightens. First, you haven’t been dating anyone, sure, but you also came twice within the past two nights with the help of your crush’s good friend Minho. Second, does Hyunjin expect you to sit here and wait for him like an obedient housewife? Or is he genuinely happy that you still want to be with him?
Deciding to push those thoughts aside, you just add, “You’ll always be, don’t worry.”
Although you are not so sure about that one.
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On your way back home, still very happy about the conversations you had with Hyunjin, there’s a certain topic still on your mind.
You messed up regarding Minho. Yes, it wasn’t visible in his eyes when you saw him in the library this morning but you know that he was mad about the fact you forgot to text. You probably would be too. It’s definitely not because he likes you but anyone would worry in a situation like this. You never know what could happen at night especially when you’re a female presenting person.
You wanna make up for it. That you are sure of. This is why you’ve decided to change into some comfy clothes, get takeout on your way out and visit Minho with food as a surprise. But when you arrive at your shared apartment, it isn’t Felix who is standing in the living room.
“I didn’t know I have a new roommate,” you greet him, before he pulls you into a hug.
“Ah, yeah. Sorry, Y/N. There is an issue at my student’s dorm and Felix said it’s fine that I can stay here,” Jisung explains.
You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”
He looks at you confused. “You know?”
Fuck. You forgot that Jisung is very much not aware of the fact that you were at Minho’s last night and therefore heard everything they talked about. Including Jisung getting annoyed about the possibility of his best friend meeting Areum again and a certain cut off sentence of why this isn’t a good idea which you try not to think about. Why is Jisung so against it? What does he know?
“Y-Yeah, Lix told me,” you lie.
“Ah, great. I stayed at Minho’s apartment last night,” yeah, I know, “but his little sister will be visiting him tomorrow and you know that I can’t stand her and that’s also too many people in one studio apartment. I hope it’s okay I’m here.”
“Absolutely,” you say, “I’m just… I’m meeting up with a friend in a bit but you know where to find everything here, right? Do you need anything else?”
Jisung is basically the unofficial third roommate of this household given that he spends time here pretty often. “No worries, I’ve got everything and I’m also meeting up at the studio with my friends later.” He’s been working on some new songs with his little producer group—a trio of three, one of them being Felix’s gym crush Changbin.
“Great, then I’ll see you later,” you add before disappearing inside your room. You change into some more fitting clothes for a chill dinner inside, before you pack some stuff and leave the apartment again. Jisung is currently sitting on the couch, playing some games—perhaps with the girl he’s been texting—and you just wave him goodbye, receiving a bright smile from him.
On your way to Minho’s place, you buy some takeout food and a certain lemonade you’ve seen him drink from time to time, hoping it will hype up his mood. Although you know that this is basically impossible. Minho is never in a good mood except for when he’s teasing you. You arrive at the station near his house a little later, the food in one hand and the beverages in the other. The door downstairs is open, so you head inside and climb up to where his apartment is located.
You don’t know what it is despite your general anxiety but for a quick second you wonder if it was a good idea to go here spontaneously. What if he isn’t at home? What if Minho has someone over? The second thought lets a weird feeling erupt in your heart that you try to ignore.
It’s gonna be okay. Calm down.
You ring the doorbell and half a minute later, someone is opening the door.
Fuck.
Minho is standing there, wearing just a towel around his waist, his firm chest and arms on full display while he’s also showing off his thick thighs. You cling onto the stuff you brought with you. An accident of lemonade glass bottles hitting the floor and making a sticky mess is the last thing you need.
“Look who’s decided to show up,” is all he says as he invites you inside and grabs the stuff in your hands. You silently take off your shoes and jacket, before you toss your bag in some corner of his studio apartment.
“I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”
From where you’re standing and Minho being in the kitchen right now, you can barely see how he’s rolling his eyes but judging by the sound of his voice you are convinced that’s exactly what he’s doing. “I told you it’s fine. Just don’t forget it again next time, yeah?”
You nod, before you take a seat at his dining table and a minute later—after he changed into some actual clothes in his bathroom—Minho has the food and the beverages placed on the wooden table.
“That’s my favourite flavour,” he says when he catches a glimpse of the lemonade.
“You mentioned it once,” you reply and you can swear you notice his mouth turning into a small smile.
Munching the food, the conversation changes a little. You tell Minho about one of your classes from today for which you needed the book for since he was wondering why you ended up reading the same one. It turns out that you visit the same lecture every Tuesday before lunch and you don’t know how to feel about that. Then, the talking shifts to something else. You start speaking about your friend group since he tells you that Jisung left because Minho’s younger sister will be here tomorrow morning. And then he picks up the topic you were hoping for him to avoid.
“So… Hyunjin is already back?”
Food almost gets stuck in your throat but you manage to gulp down the bite you take. “Y-Yeah, he arrived yesterday.”
Something in Minho’s expression changes but you can’t quite tell what it means. You want to be honest with him, though. Despite not wanting to end this arrangement the two of you have—both because there’s still so much to learn and Hyunjin and you agreed to take things slowly anyway—you need to be transparent.
“We went on a date this afternoon,” you admit, before you take another sip from the lemonade.
His jaw clenches and for a whole minute the room falls silent. “Just a date?”
“Yeah. Just a date. Nothing serious or physical happened though,” you immediately justify yourself, going into full defense mode.
He nods, drinking more of his beverage too, swallowing the rest of the liquid until the bottle is all empty. You can catch a glimpse of his Adam's apple this way and it makes you stir in your seat. Calm the fuck down.
“No confessing feelings? No kissing and touching?” he asks, tilting his head. His expression is stern, his piercing gaze is pinning you to the wall behind you.
“Nothing of that,” you instantly reply.
“Good.” He smirks. “So, what does this mean for our contract?”
“It keeps going,” you answer.
He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”
Minho takes care of the dishes—not taking long thanks to the fact you brought takeout tonight—while he tells you to get comfortable on his couch. You’ve been wondering why he always opts for this piece of furniture when he has a perfectly fine working bed. But you don’t question it. Maybe he’s sensitive about it. He drops down next to you on the sofa, scooting a little closer this time, the respectful space between you shrinking every time the two of you meet here.
You can see it in his eyes, there’s excitement swirling inside them, and you’re kinda glad about the fact that he isn’t mad at you for yesterday and everything. On top of that, you’re grateful about Hyunjin wanting to take things slower because it leaves you more time with Minho and–
Wait, what?
No, we are not going down that road, Y/N. It’s just your hormones messing with you and your pussy clenching a little whenever you think about how you were lying on your back last night on this exact sofa, your legs parted for the man who’s in this room with you right now, while he was roughly thrusting his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open until you were gushing all over him.
“Any wishes for this evening?”
He drags you out of your daydreams and you dearly hope he hasn’t noticed. But heat rushes to your face, your expression probably has turned fully into showing how flustered you get around him. Fuck. He shouldn’t have this effect on you at all.
But you do have an idea for tonight’s lesson or whatever you wanna call it. You’ve realised—especially when reminiscing about the date you went on with Hyunjin—that Minho has almost turned into an expert of making you come, whereas you haven’t even touched him yet. And therefore aren’t prepared at all for any possible encounters with your actual crush.
“I wanna make you come tonight,” you blurt out.
One of Minho’s eyebrows immediately snaps open and so does one side of his mouth, when he lets out, “Oh?”
You’ve expected him to tease you a bit more but what you don’t know yet is that he’s been dreaming about exactly this for some time, no, years now. Not just the fact that you will be taking care of his most primal needs but also the thought of you asking him to do exactly this.
“Y-Yeah, you promised to show me how to pleasure a… a man b-but the other nights so far it was you who… you know,” you explain, turning a bit shy now and this just arouses him even more.
If there wasn’t a blanket laid across his lap, you’d already see the outlines of his covered but hardening cock. God, who is the virgin again? No one has ever managed to make him get this turned on so quickly just with some words. But the simple image of your pretty hand or mouth wrapped around his cock, stroking him until he reaches his high plays evil games with his mind. It’s not just that his corruption kink gains a lot from this, it’s also the sole fact it’s you who’s offering it to make him come. No, who wants to learn how to make him come and Minho is glad to be teaching you.
“Hm, you’re right. Third time’s a charm,” he replies, before he scoots a bit closer. “You wanna take the lead this time, baby?”
Baby. The name shoots a sensation right to your lower stomach, as you feel arousal drip into your panties.
“Yes,” you say with a confident voice all while you’re growing nervous on the inside.
Minho’s fingers seize around your wrist, before he pulls you closer and into his lap in one go. It feels just like two days ago, when he had you straddling him and riding his thigh until you came undone for him. You can see it in his eyes, he’s waiting for you to make the first move, slowly leaning back.
“Come on, princess. Show me what you’ve got,” he whispers. The palms of his hands are attached to your waist, dragging you toward him until his mouth is only an inch separated from your own. You can feel his breath lingering on your skin and you swear you can see his eyes turn ten shades darker.
“Kiss me,” he says and that’s all you need to crash your lips into his.
A tiny whine slips out of you but it gets muffled by Minho. Your mouth against his feels as if this is anatomically meant to be, as if your bodies were put on this planet to find each other but deep down you know it’s because you’ve been kissing him for the third day in a row. Of course it’s just a matter of time until you get used to it and become an expert.
You find yourself grinding on top of him just like last Sunday but this time he pushes his own legs apart and reaches for your hand.
“Do you want this?” Minho asks in between kisses and you hastily nod. “Yes. I do. Please, show me.”
He chuckles against your mouth, before he takes the lead this time when he seals your lips with his own. His tongue slips in, dancing around with yours. One of your favourite things to do with him. It just feels hypnotising. Every touch. Every kiss. Every move he makes puts you in full trance, it’s insane. Insanely mesmerising.
One of your hands lands on his chest, feeling how firm he is despite the shirt that’s covering his upper body. You let it travel further down and you swear you can feel Minho smirk because of how eager you are. Your palm passes his navel, his stomach and wanders even further south until it comes to a halt. He knows it’s just that you’re nervous about doing anything wrong—which is ridiculous, really, Minho knows he’ll like anything you do and he’s here to teach you after all. So, he gives you a little nudge by saying, “Touch me.”
You nod, a giggle spilling from your lips, before your hand lands on his crotch. Feeling him through his gray—yes, you heard it correctly—sweatpants, you try to wrap your hand around him as much as you can, hindered by the fabric that’s covering his growing erection. He already feels big despite being fully clothed and you wonder how he—perhaps at some point—is supposed to fit inside your pussy.
“You wanna go further?” he asks you, before he reaches for a strand of hair that’s dangling in front of your face and tugs it behind your ear. Your heart skips a beat and you curse yourself for becoming so weak this easily.
“Yeah, I do,” you say.
“Then, pull them off,” he replies and his eyes look down at his pants. You get the hint, bringing both your hands to the hem of the clothing and in an instant, you slide them down his thighs. His boxers are still hiding his dick but there’s not a lot left to your imagination when you see his tent. You gulp and he has to hide another one of those smirks. Fuck, you look so adorable. It’s so cute how shy you get and he can’t wait to ruin you at some point, have you bouncing on his cock while his hands are gripping your hips and he’s whispering sinful words right into your ear, all while you struggle not to come again and again.
But this has to wait for now. You’re doing this step by step. No matter how far you want to go tonight, he won’t allow more than a handjob. Both because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you and take your excitement for granted but also because he wants to stretch the time he’s got with you and crave you more by feeding you small bites instead of the full five course meal at once.
“You ready?” he asks and you reply by getting rid of his remaining material, too. When Minho slips out of his boxers, you notice he’s still wearing his shirt. It’s a good thing he’s leaving it on—so that you don’t lose your mind completely—but also a pity you don’t get to see his muscular chest again tonight. However, you’re far too distracted anyway when his big cock springs free, standing upright, the tip leaking precum.
Minho reaches for your hand, guiding it towards his length and you wrap your fingers around it. He places his own on top of them, helping you with the first few motions. Your hand is moving up and down, squeezing him a little but not too much until he applies more pressure with his own hand that’s attached to yours.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” he breathes, slightly throwing his head back. Just in case that there’s gonna be a mess—well there definitely is gonna be one and probably a lot sooner than what he has anticipated—Minho pulls his shirt over his head, freeing himself. There’s something about this scene, how you’re still fully clothed and he’s entirely naked that just keeps him going. Usually, he prefers it the other way around but it seems as if Minho is exploring new sides of himself when he’s with you.
“You can go a bit faster,” he encourages you and you do as you’re told, keeping your eyes on him at any time.
“Fuck, that feels good, princess. Keep going.”
You’ve never realised that you’d love it when a man would be this vocal but Minho’s whimpers and the way he’s begging for more sounds like the sweetest melody to your ears. You soon become an expert at stoking him, squeezing his cock just the right way when your hand goes up and down and up and down again.
Judging by the way his facial expression shifts and his eyebrows are scrunched together, you know it won’t take him long to reach his climax. He’s panting, breathing out your name and praising you with no end. You hope this moment won’t ever stop. If Hyunjin reacts the same way when you’re gonna be intimate with him for the first time, you’re gonna be so proud of yourself.
“Fuck,” Minho groans, “a little more. Shit. You’re such a good girl. Keep going, keep going. Yeah, just like that, just–“
Hot white ropes shoot out of him, coating his stomach and spilling over your hand, while you continue with your movements but automatically slow down a bit. Minho keeps moaning, his mouth parted and his eyes closed, until he comes down again and reaches for your hand, stopping your motions.
“I knew you were a quick learner,” he chuckles, before he tells you to get up and rushes to the bathroom to get a towel.
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You have to hold back a mixture of the brightest smile and absolute confusion when Minho leads you to the door of his apartment. However, you feel insanely proud of yourself that you actually made him come. Minho, of all people. That one man who never shows any emotion came undone and moaned right into your ears as if it’s his fucking mantra because you pleasured him this good. Your ego is gonna be at the size of his own soon if this agreement keeps going like that.
“Is this the only jacket you brought with you?” the man in question asks when he sees you put on the piece of clothing.
“Yeah, why?”
He reaches for a sweater on his chair that he gives you. “The temperature has dropped down a lot. It’s only spring, Y/N. It’s still cold once the sun is down, you know?”
You nod and take the piece of cosy fabric before you put it on. He has given you a sweater that he must have worn before considering it smells like him—driving you crazy but you try to ignore it—because Minho is so organised, he probably has fresh clothes inside his closet but you don’t say anything. For some reason, you like it this way. It’s wrong, yes. So fucking wrong. Because you’re in love with Hyunjin and Minho is just here to help you with your little lack of sexual experience. Nothing more. But the atmosphere between the two of you becomes more and more domestic and comfortable.
“Shall we?” he asks, opening the door for you.
You follow behind him and he closes it again. There’s not much talking when he brings you home, the subway staying rather silent except for a few glances between you two that you can’t quite interpret yet. When you arrive at your station, you tell Minho he should go home but he makes sure to bring you to the entrance door of your apartment building. Only when he’s watched you walk inside, he leaves, with his heart heavy as stone.
It’s similar for you—confusion is what describes your current state the best and a little bit of guilt that you shouldn’t have. Hyunjin didn’t tell you to not meet up with anyone else, after all. You’re sure he’s kissed and probably even fucked a bunch of other women when he was in Paris and perhaps even might do the same now that he’s back. You know how he is, after all. During the time when he started dating the last girlfriend he had—over a year ago—he was going to parties and having one night stands with other people too. Just when they started becoming something more serious, he stopped.
But you don’t know where you are on that line when it comes to serious things with Hyunjin. You wish he would have talked more to you about it without you having to tell him, Hey, you know what, I’m still absolutely in love with you but your friend Minho is teaching me how to make men come so I can be a better lover for you once we decide to get closer. Cool, right?
Yeah, still absolutely ridiculous.
You push those thoughts aside, knowing you can’t change anything right now anyway. Entering the apartment, you find Felix and Jisung sprawled out on the couch but they are so occupied in a round of video games that you sneak straight into your bedroom.
When you reach for your phone to charge it after this long day, you notice you must have received a message when you were on the subway with Minho.
[ Areum ]: Hey, Y/N. ☺️ When do you have classes tomorrow? How about we meet on campus for breakfast? I really enjoy talking to you and would love to get to know you better. But no pressure, we can always reschedule if it’s too spontaneous! I hope you had a great rest of your day and ate well. Take care and sweet dreams 🤍
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Explosive tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter one: You stalk Katsuki’s social media page.
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Your phone lit up with a notification buzzing on your desk. You pick up your phone to see a notification from Instagram and see that Izuku has followed you. You curiously look at his page and see that it has an overwhelming amount of All Might photos, then click over to see who else he is following and quickly realize he has followed everyone from the class.
You had just recently started your first year at U.A. and still hadn't interacted too much with your other classmates. So curiosity got the best of you as you scrolled through Izuku's following list to look at some of your classmate's pages to get a better understanding of them.
You glanced at many of your classmates pages. Mina's page was super pink and most photos were either selfies or her or her out with friends. She seemed to have an easy time making friends and getting along with others. She was probably the classmate you had the most interactions with. Purely because she would come up to you as if she had already known you her whole life. Much like she did to everyone else.
Shoto's page was empty expect for one picture of soba.
Eijiro's page had only two photos. One of the pro hero Crimson Riot and another was a selfie with his bright red hair. You couldn't help but wonder if some of your classmates deleted their old photo's to start over fresh at U.A.
Kyoka had a bunch of pictures of concerts and band albums with a few pictures of herself in between.
Tenya had a bunch of picture's of books he read and recommended.
Continuing to scroll through Izuku's following list you stopped when coming across Katsuki's page.
You clicked on his page and scrolled through the few pictures he had. Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly looking at one of the selfies he had posted.
You weren't sure why but something about him had caught your attention. Ever since being in the same group as him in the U.A. entrance exam, you had found yourself curious about him. All of your other classmates seemed to be put off by his constant angry demeanor, but something about his tenacity made you want to know more about him.
You pulled your knees into your chest as you stared at your phone. Your phone was unlocked sitting idly on Katsuki's Instagram page. The bright screen illuminated your dimmed room.
You twirled your hair absentmindedly as you debated following him. Just do it, don't be a coward you told yourself. You swiftly picked up your phone and clicked follow then locked and dropped your phone down back on your desk.
To your surprise, your phone buzzed again shortly after, you quickly looked and felt your heart flutter. He had liked one of your pictures. Not just a picture, but a picture of yourself you posted a few days ago.
Your face flushed as you held your phone in your hand. Suddenly, your phone dinged with another notification making you jump.
He had followed back.
You gripped your phone in your hand harder as you scrolled over to direct message him and stared at the page feeling your cheeks get even warmer. Come on just say something, you tried to hype yourself up.
He liked your picture and followed you back so obviously that means something right? Fuck it just do it you said to yourself and typed out a message.
"Hey I never got a chance to ask what happened after we split up?"
You typed and sent swiftly before you lost your nerve. During a training for your class at USJ some villains had broken in and attacked the class. You were split up with Bakugo and Kirishima for a short time before the two boys decided to go after more of the villains while you went back to the exit with the rest of the class.
You set your phone down not expecting an answer any time soon but you were surprised to see three dots appear almost immediately. Your heart dropped at the next message.
"What’s your address? I’ll Come over and tell you all about it."
What?! Were you reading that right?? You never expected that response. Your hands started to shake a bit.
It was late and surely the others in the house wouldn’t approve of having him over at this time. Fuck- you knew you were supposed to be on your best behavior since starting U.A. but… how were you supposed to say no.
"You ok with sneaking in?"
"Yeah just hurry up and send your address."
Before putting any more thought into it you typed out your address and pressed send.
Oh crap- You looked around your room and noticed all the stuffed animals on your bed. You quickly shoved them all in the closet along with some loose clothes that were around your room.
It wasn't long before you heard a loud explosion from outside and your phone dinged again with a notification.
"Which window is yours?"
You opened your window and saw Katsuki standing outside, within a split second of spotting you he had used his quirk to be at your window seal. You backed up as he jumped into your room.
"Uh- Hi," You greeted him trying to sound confident but it was evident in your voice you were nervous.
Katsuki sat on your bed leaning back against the wall.
"So you want to know what happened?" He asked, his face adorned with his usual smirk.
"Yeah," you said, as you sat down in the chair at your desk facing Katsuki.
"We found the other villains and I took down that warp gate villain, which slowed the rest of them down."
"Wow really?!" You said, amazed. You knew All Might had shown up and taken over so you didn't expect to hear that Katsuki had played that much of a part in the fight.
"Fucking Deku got in my way though!" Katsuki yelled.
"Hey are you alright?" You heard someone else in the house call from outside the room as they approached your door.
"Shit!" You grabbed Katsuki by his shirt and shoved him into your closet. Just in time for them to knock on your door.
You opened your door, "Yeah sorry it was just the TV- didn't realize it was gonna be that loud." You lied.
"Oh- ok-," they said, slightly suspicious since your TV was off but having no other evidence decided to drop the subject. "Well goodnight don't stay up too late," they said as they started to walk away.
"I won't don't worry! Goodnight," you called back, shutting your door quickly.
You opened your closet door and a few of your stuffed animals fell out.
Katsuki had one of them in his hand, "This is a cute little guy," He said with a smug smirk on his face.
"Shut up," you said, reaching trying to grab the stuffed bear from him, but he quickly avoided your grasp.
"Did you hide these in the closet because I was coming over?" He asked, eyes analyzing you.
"I don't know what you're talking about," You said, stubbornly crossing your arms.
"I bet they were all on your bed, weren't they? Tell me the truth or the bear gets it," He said, sparks flying from his fingertips.
"Quite down! You're gonna get me in trouble!" You pleaded.
"Better hurry up and tell me then," he said, a smirk growing.
"Ok- Fine, yes! I moved them off my bed because you were coming over. Happy?" You said, giving in to his taunts. You tried to grab for the bear again but he moved the bear away from you once more.
"One more question, is this the first time you've had a boy in your room?" He asked. You felt your face instantly light up with a blush, and you averted your gaze looking at his feet.
"Hm- I'll take that as a yes," He laughed and handed out the bear for you to grab. You grabbed it from his hand, your fingers grazing across his when you did.
"Alright well I'll see you tomorrow, wouldn't want to get you in trouble, you're not supposed to stay up too late," He teased as he made his way back over to your window.
You turned around wanting to call out to him but didn't know what to say. As quickly as he came in, he left you alone in your room once more.
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Thank you for reading! I’m very excited to share this series~
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boldlyvoid · 5 months
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I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off | Part two
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18+ Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader | Masterlist
Summary: D.C. law states that you can't file for divorce until you've been separated from your partner for 6 months without having sex with them... they never said you can't fuck your soon-to-be ex-husbands new girlfriend's ex-husband. (based on this post)
Warnings: divorce (i'm not an expert but i did my best research) flirting, teasing, blow jobs, almost getting caught, mentions of miscarriages, abusive relationships, past child abuse, tough childhoods, jealousy, falling in love at the worst time, mutual pining but thinking it's unrequited on the others part, bathtub sex, possessive sex, semi-public sex(bar bathroom), drunk love confessions, pretending not to hear the love confession. arguments, fighting, real love confessions
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He’s not there when she wakes up Sunday Morning. He left a note on her bedside table, however. 
‘Stole your spare key from the key box downstairs. Have to head into work for a case and didn’t want to wake you, and even more so I didn’t want to leave a beautiful woman like you home alone with the door unlocked. Call me if you need me, but I’ll be in Kansas until further notice.  Aaron.’ 
It makes her smile. He’s so sweet… and then she notices his ring. He took it off before he left, he placed it beside the note and when she flipped it over she read why. 
‘I don’t know where to put this, I don’t want to wear it and I don’t have anywhere to keep it safe. Can you watch it? Put it wherever you’re going to be keeping your own until we can figure out what to do with them?’
The best place for them would be in the jewelry box that ended it all. She picks up his ring and opens the third drawer which is mostly empty. She places his ring in there and slips her own off of her finger. Turning the ring over a few times, she sighs. This is the end of a chapter… maybe even the end of a whole book. 
She spends Sunday alone without that awful feeling hanging around her. She goes to the store, buys some moving boxes and bubble wrap, and puts James’ things in them. She cleans out the spare bedroom, does some laundry, orders food, and listens to her music as loud as she wants. 
It’s wonderful.
She has a response from her lawyer that she got only a few minutes after she sent the video last night. “It’s the perfect evidence,” Cynthia praises. She’s going to draw up the divorce papers and get everything ready for her to file in 6 months. Because that’s the law. You have to wait 6 months after the last time you have sex with your partner to officially file for divorce. And James fucked her just two weeks ago. It was after a long dry spell, both of them had wine with dinner and he was home the whole weekend with her… mainly because that was a weekend Haley went down to visit her parents with Jack. 
Her marriage was officially ending. However, the world doesn’t feel like it’s on fire as much as it did last week. She doesn’t even feel like she’s standing in rubble left in the fire's wake… she’s just surrounded by construction equipment in the vacant lot that is her future. 
She could build whatever she wants here. The future is in her hands, what she chooses to do with it is up to her this time. Not her parents, not her husband. Her. 
So she’s going to start living for herself, for real this time. 
It’s when Haley calls her that she starts to feel that anxiety creep back into her stomach. 
She’s halfway to work the next day when her cell goes off. She doesn’t check the call log until she gets to work, sitting in the parking lot, her stomach drops into her ass when she sees her name. But she calls her back. 
“Hello?” Haley answers. 
“Hey, sorry, I was driving,” she apologizes. “Is everything okay? Is Jack okay?” 
“Yeah… yeah everything’s fine. I just thought we could talk?” 
“There isn’t really much to say, is there?” She asks, her voice calm and low still even though she wants to scream a bit. 
“There’s a lot to talk about. I just don’t know how to. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how it happened and I didn’t know how to stop it and then I didn’t really want to…” 
She’s quiet for a moment. While she could snap, she could accuse her of ruining two perfectly fine marriages but that would be a lie. They were going to end eventually anyway. “It’s okay.” 
“No, hon, it’s not.”
Hon.
 She hated that. Haley had a way of comforting her in a condescending tone that stung a little deeper than any hurt she was ever complaining to her about. Like she either didn’t believe that it was a big enough deal to complain about it or she was so wrapped up in her own world that she couldn’t care less about anything that didn’t involve her.
“I was going to file for divorce anyway,” she lies. “I wasn’t happy. You knew that. And you weren’t happy either, I knew that. It’s fine. I don’t care. You can have him.” 
“No, don’t do that, don’t—” 
“Haley you literally fucked my husband because yours works too much and my husband fucked you because I won’t submit and be a good housewife. If anything, switching husbands was just the right thing for us to do,” she finally snaps. “Now if you’re done pretending to be my friend, I have work to get to. Don’t call me again.” 
She hangs up before she can hear anything else and shoves her phone back into her purse. Shaking her head, she takes the keys from the ignition and gets out. She honks twice, ensuring it’s locked and makes her way towards the courthouse with a sigh. 
How were they ever friends?  
She shakes away all the worry and the anger and her smile comes back onto her face as she enters the courtroom. She has to go through the metal detector, her purse goes in a plastic basket and she waits in line. She goes through the detector, and it beeps because of her necklace and belt. The security guard knows her well so he approaches her with the detector wand and a smile. 
“How are you today?” He asks. 
“Good, Mason. How are you?” She smiles back. 
“Pretty good,” he says, waving her down. “You’re all good here, have fun in there.” 
She laughs as she grabs her purse, “oh, you know I won’t.” He laughs too. “Are you working till the end of shift?” 
“Nah, I’m only on half the day today, Kyle will be on later to let you out,” he explains. 
“Well, have a good rest of your day then, Mason!” She gives him a little wave, walking backwards for a moment before she heads to the elevators. 
She’s still smiling ear to ear as she reaches them and Andrea comes around the corner. “What’s got you so happy on a Monday?” 
“Hm?” She can’t help but smile, lips pressed together, trying so hard not to laugh. “Oh, nothing.” 
“You’re giddy…” she looks her up and down as the elevator dings and opens. They let everyone out and then get in together. Andrea hits floor 2 and turns to her. “Didn’t everything with James go down this weekend?” 
She nods, “Yeah, I kicked him out.” 
“Still doesn’t explain why you’re literally glowing,” she can’t help but laugh out of pure shock. “Holy shit… you didn’t go home with someone else did you?” 
“Nope,” she shakes her head, smirking, she can’t hold it in. “He came right to my house.” 
Her jaw drops, “oh my god? I mean, good for you. You didn’t seem like the type to pay for sex but—
She laughs, reaches out and touches her friend's shoulder, “No, no, Jesus… but, I mean, if he ever did leave the FBI to work the corner, I’d be his best customer.” 
“You didn’t?!” She can’t believe it. 
She’s so happy she could literally scream, but the elevator steadies and opens with another ding and they have to get out. She wraps her arm under her friends, linked at the elbow now, and she leans in closer as they walk, “Oh, but I did.” 
“And?” She wants all the details. “I need to know more, you can’t just say you slept with the sexiest man any of us has ever worked with and not share the details?” 
She’s smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, she shakes her head and shrugs, not even knowing where to start. “Uh…” She brings her voice down, “Well… Seven. That’s all I’m going to say.” 
“Seven!” Andrea shouts, getting weird looks from the people in the hallway and she swats her slightly. “Sorry, but holy shit?” 
“I know!” She whisper shouts, dragging her into Andrea’s office. “Seriously, he came over to see if I was okay Saturday night, after everything went down, and we had some wine and talked and let all he feelings out. And then I was scared to sleep in my bed again because it felt so tainted and he offered to help me change the sheets and I, a little drunk, said that sleeping in there would be easier if we fucked in that bed too. You know, even the score? And him being a profiler he knew exactly how terrible James was in bed and made up for it…” 
“Wow,” Andrea can’t believe it. “You lucky duck, over her playing wife swap with the sexiest FBI agent at Quantico.” 
Everyone in the office had a crush on Aaron Hotchner when he was a prosecutor, the women and the men. He was powerful, he knew what he was doing, he was captivating and brilliant and so very easy on the eyes. Everyone hit on him, either as a fun and flirty way of dealing with the day or because they genuinely thought they could get him even while he was married. Haley hated that, she would come in to give him lunch and kiss him in front of everyone to assert her dominance and make sure they knew he was taken. It might be why Haley only became friends with her. She wasn’t threatened by her. She didn’t think it was possible for Y/N to take Aaron away from her. 
But Aaron isn’t at all like his soon-to-be ex-wife. He isn’t a cheater. He isn’t a gossip. He isn’t vindictive or cruel or jealous. He is kindhearted, he is respectful, he is a lover and a protector and a genuinely good person. 
And now that he’s single, she has the chance to show him what it’s like to have a good woman care for him. 
Hotch is whistling while sorting through papers, alone in the conference room of this random police station in Kansas. Happier than he’s been in a while, he’s just breezing through this case with new ideas and a chipper attitude that has the team a little freaked. 
“Okay, man,” Derek enters the room, closing the door behind himself. “What’s going on?” 
“What do you mean?” He asks, pretending he doesn’t know. 
“The smiling, the whistling, the chipper mood… You and Haley finally work things out?” He asks, cautiously. Everyone knew that things weren’t good at home, he hadn’t been okay since his suspension. Either sleeping at the office or in his guest room at home, he was on the brink of divorce and they all knew it. 
His good mood fades and he lets out a sigh, looking down at his paperwork, he doesn’t know how to say it. “I’m sure Penelope told you.” 
“That you got a weird email claiming your wife was cheating on you, yeah,” he shrugs. “But it wasn’t really her, was it?” 
“She’s been sleeping with her best friend's husband for a year now,” he shares, watching Derek's face drop. 
“Oh, man,” he takes a seat beside him. “Are you okay?” 
He nods, “Yeah… we’re getting divorced for real. It’s not just a separation anymore. And I sort of… made things even between us.” 
Derek's brow goes up, “seriously?” 
He nods, smile returning, “I slept with her boyfriend's wife.” 
Derek can’t help but laugh, amazed that Hotch had it in him. “well hallelujah, finally you’ve got something good going on in your life.” 
“And I need to finish this case so I can go to my lawyers and draw up some papers and see what comes of this good thing,” he explains, letting Derek in. “She’s not just revenge… this isn’t just getting back at the people who hurt us. There was something special there, something I haven’t felt since I was a teenager. A spark.”
“In this profession, it’s really hard to think that things happen for a reason. Why do people die such terrible deaths? Why do people do such evil things? It’s sometimes easier to think that there’s a plan for everyone, made by god or fate or whoever brings you peace at night when you close your eyes. After what you guys went through together…  if she makes you happy, there’s definitely a reason why she’s in your life,” Derek assures him. 
“I really hope you’re right.” 
She has an appointment with her Lawyer, after work on Wednesday. She arrives at the office to see a familiar face in the waiting room. She lets the receptionist know who she’s there for and takes a seat right beside Aaron, who’s been smiling at her since she walked in. 
“Hello, there,” he keeps his voice low. “How are you doing?”
She crosses her legs towards him and leans on the armrest closest to him. “I’m good, how are you?” 
“Better,” he looks at her lips and then back to her eyes. “I’m glad you’re here, I was going to ask Amelia— my lawyer if she could request your evidence from Cynthia.”
“I didn’t know you actually had a lawyer here, I asked Andrea— you remember Andrea right?” She asks and he nods. “I asked her and some of the others if they knew where you were going for your divorce and they had no idea you were even separated, but Andrea’s brother is married to Cynthia so that’s why I’m with her.” 
“Everyone here is really good,” Aaron assures her. “We’re probably going to serve Haley on Friday.” 
“Good,” she lets out a huff air, slightly laughing and shaking her head. “They’re going to be so pissed when they find out we’ve been working together on this.” 
“Yeah, but I mean, they started it. They ruined everything,” Aaron shrugs, genuinely not caring how they’re going to react. “They’ve already done the worst thing they could do to us.” 
Amelia comes out to grab Aaron first and he stands, “Can we possibly do our meetings together?” 
“If you’re both okay with knowing the details of each other's divorce, I don’t see why now?” She shrugs.
“I don’t mind,” Aaron shares, turning to her. 
“I’m good with it,” she smiles, standing with Aaron now. 
“Okay, you two can go into the big meeting room down the hall and I’ll go grab Cynthia,” she says, opening the door for them. 
Aaron leads her down the hallway, opens the meeting room door for her and lets her pick her chair before he sits beside her. “Have you guys written everything up already?” She asks Aaron. 
He nods, “mostly.” 
“And you said you have a prenup?” 
“Technically it’s a postnup,” he shares. “When I came back from Scotland Yard, after the separation and the few people she claims to have slept with, I knew that I wanted a postnuptial agreement. I was making more money, she wanted to start trying for a baby, I was having a hard time trusting her already and so we made an agreement and signed it here with Amelia… and I really thought that by signing it she was agreeing she’d never break it.” 
“So what does the cheating void in her contract now?” She asks, curiously. 
“We went into the agreement with things that we wanted in the case of a divorce, if no infidelity occurred she would get half my assets and alimony. We agreed to a 50/50 split of any future children and regardless of the fidelity, she would always keep the house if we had children. I wanted them to be taken care of regardless of what happened,” he shares. “So that’s what’s in the complaint and if she signed it we will go through with an uncontested divorce. The only difference is that we will share Jack in an 80/20 split, I get weekends and 2 weeks in the summer. Every birthday and Christmas we get half a day each and we go back and forth on Halloween. She can have easter and Thanksgiving, seeing as she has the family who’d want to see him and I don’t.” 
“Mine's not going to be that easy,” she looks down at the table and sighs. “we had sex 3 weeks ago, we need to have been separated for 6 months before we can file.” 
“Ah,” he understands what that’s like. “myself and Haley have lived in the same house, just we haven’t had sex for over a year… and with me always travelling and being in hotels all the time I have a timeline of events and she’ll attest that we haven’t had sex since last September. So I can file this week.” 
“And have you found a place to stay now that you’re not living with her?” 
He nods, “I’m at a hotel right now, I’ve put in a few applications for apartments around the city and I’m just waiting to hear.” 
“I cleaned out my guest room if you wanted to come to stay with me until then?” She asks, really hoping he doesn’t let her down too hard. 
“Really, you wouldn’t mind?” 
She shakes her head, trying not to get too excited, “No, it would be nice. And even when you get your apartment, you can still come over with Jack and he can use my backyard to play?” 
“That would be amazing,” he places his hand on her shoulder and smiles, just as their lawyers walk in. 
The meeting goes well, they go over the little details and she signs over access to the evidence that she collected and she listens as they plan how Haley will get served on Friday.
Afterwards, Aaron walks with her to her car and leans against it, “did you really clean out the spare room already?” 
She nods, “I did it on Sunday after you left… you don’t have to use it, but it’s there if you want to save some money?” 
“and James isn’t going to get mad that I’m in his house? If I remember correctly, his parents bought the place for you guys?” he asks. 
She nods, “Technically they own it, but I moved in right after I graduated so I’ve been there for long enough and paid enough for the upkeep that it’s mine too.” 
“Graduated as in college?” 
“High school,” she clarifies. “I was 18, he was 21. We got married 3 years later. I befriended you guys a few months after the wedding.” 
“I didn’t realize you were that young?” 
“I’m only 3 years younger than you guys,” she reminds him. “I’m not a baby.” 
“I always forget how young we all were,” he shakes his head. “Have I really known you for 11 years?” 
She nods, “Yeah, you have… it’s wild to think we were only friends like 6 months before you switched careers.” 
“I know,” he lets out a sigh. “That feels like more than 10 years ago… more like 20.” 
“At least the FBI isn’t aging you like a presidency would,” she teases him. “They look ancient after 8 years.” 
“It’ll be interesting to see what happens to Obama if he wins,” he smirks. “Do you want to go get dinner, we can keep talking in this parking lot but that would get weird.” 
She laughs, “Yeah, I’d love to.” 
Dinner is them flirting for an hour and then they have to drive home separately. He stops by his hotel to grab his things and check out and then he meets her at home, where she’s fresh out of the shower and in a cute little outfit and he’s all over her. 
Bags dropped just beside the locked door, their clothes scattered all over the steps and those beautiful noises she made a few nights ago have returned. 
He praises her, he gets her off again and again and then he worries about himself. Even after, he’s cleaning her up, cuddling with her, getting her a drink and laying in bed with her having a chat until she’s ready for another round. She hasn’t had this much sex since she was 19… and even then, it was nothing like this. She’d be lucky to get off once in the 3 times they had sex. 
Now, she’s laying on him after riding him to her 5th orgasm of the night and he’s still inside of her. With her head on his shoulder, her forehead rests against his jaw and her nose is on his pulse point. He’s tracing his fingers over her back, down her sides and then back up to where her protruding side boobs are. It makes her shiver, she’s a little ticklish but she doesn’t mind because this feels too good. 
“You cold?” He asks. 
She shakes her head, “No, I’m okay.” 
“Cause we can get a blanket?” 
“No, no I like this. I don’t want to move,” she whispers, holding him tighter. She wraps her arms under him. “Unless you—
“No, I’m good,” he’s quick to calm her worries. “I like this. I feel so calm with you on me.” 
“Like a weighted blanket,” she teases. 
He soothes his hand over her back and turns his head to kiss her forehead gently. “Sexiest blanket I’ve ever had.” 
She laughs and then presses a kiss to his neck, never wanting it to end. 
— 2 months separated — 
It’s like this every night that he’s in her home. 
From then on, they have dinner together, they fuck, they sleep side by side and they smile. They laugh. They share secrets and facts and they watch each other's favourite movie, she shows him more music and he actually gets her to listen to the white album in full. He cleans, he does the laundry and she comes home from work on days when he’s had a mandatory 24 hours off, to a spotless house and a meal on the table. 
It’s incredible. 
Jack comes over for a few hours on Saturdays before the divorce is finalized and he moves to full weekends with his dad. But they get him for the night on Jack's birthday in November, they have cake and presents and they show Jack that he has a room of his own at his Aunty’s house. He loves it, he has a bunkbed and superhero sheets and a bunch of new toys and new clothes so that he doesn’t have to bring stuff back and forth. 
Aaron’s “room” gets moved to the basement, once James comes to move all his shit out of this house and into Haleys. Aaron is able to move the queen bed from the guest room to the basement, he has a dresser down there and he builds himself a makeshift office in one corner so when he has to do some work at night he has the space. But he doesn’t always sleep down there, he sleeps in her bed most nights that he’s home or he sleeps on the bottom bunk in Jack's room. He’s a good dad, he doesn’t want him to wake up sad or confused as to where he is. 
She feels as though she’s officially swapped husbands with her best friend and yet neither of them are even officially divorced yet… 
Aaron has his hearing on November 23rd, the judge signs his divorce and a month later it’s official. 
He’s a single man right around Christmas. So is his wife… the only difference between them is that she is proudly saying James is her boyfriend at all her Christmas parties and no one knows that Aaron is sleeping with someone. They know he’s living with her, they think he has a room at her house and that they’re friends who are going through the same thing so of course they’d support each other…. 
Only supporting each other really means having amazing sex. 
Be it in her bed, Aaron’s room downstairs, the shower, on the stairs when he gets home, in the kitchen before work… they were fucking everywhere. She’s had more orgasms than she can count in the last 9 weeks. 
— 3 months separated — 
This time, they’re going to do it in the armchair in her living room having a quiet January night in front of the fireplace. He looked so good sitting there that she couldn’t help but crawl over and kneel between his legs. She rubs his thigh, looking up at him, hoping he’d let her go down on him while he just keeps sitting there, reading his book with that sexy, concentrating look of his. 
He looks down at her with a smirk, “What are you doing?” 
“Nothing, go back to your book,” she teases. 
She gets his pants undone, he helps her tug them down a bit and then she palms over his underwear to try and get him hard, which isn’t difficult in the slightest. She kisses him through the fabric and nuzzles her face against him. He makes her feel feral. The way he smells, his touch, how warm he always is… she would get lost in him for hours if she could. She just wants to sit down here with her hands on his delicious thighs and his cock in her mouth for as long as humanly possible. All night long and then she’ll go to work with him and live under his desk while he does his paperwork. 
She slowly pulls his briefs down, the elastic wanting to spring back up to where it belongs so she holds it with one hand while the other rakes through his pubic hair. She traces over his skin, and under his shirt, she feels his tummy. The coarse hair of his treasure trail only excites her more. She pulls his boxers down and rests the elastic waistband under his balls to keep it secure. His cock stands tall, resting against his stomach, she kisses him right at the base and all the way up his shaft. 
He holds his book with one hand, other hand comes down to pet her hair. She hums at the feeling, kissing back down his cock again, she grips him and starts to stroke him and pay attention to his balls. In all their sex-capades, she’s never had the chance to fully go down on him. She wants to see what he likes, she wants to show him what it’s like to come undone by someone's mouth. She wants to repay the favour…
She’s just about to take him in her mouth when they get a knock at the door and then they hear it start to open with the call of her name. She’s quick to her feet, blocking Aaron’s body in the chair while he gets his cock back in his pants. Shame all over their faces, they’re so nervous they’re finally going to get caught. 
“James?” She calls out, knowing he’s the only other person with a key. 
“Hey,” he whispers as he rounds the corner into the living room. Jack, asleep and slung over his shoulder, “I’m so sorry to do this but can you watch Jack tonight?” 
“Yeah, absolutely,” she reaches out for him. He’s 3 now, bigger than he’s ever been and heavy as hell while he’s sound asleep. “What’s wrong?” 
“Haley’s… she uh… we… um—” he doesn’t know how to say it. There’s a panic in his face that she knows isn’t good. “She’s miscarrying, it’s kinda bad.” 
Aarons is right there, standing behind her now, “is she okay?” 
He shrugs, moving back to the doorway with them anxiously in tow, “Not sure, we’ve gotta get her to the hospital but I can call with updates later?” 
“Yeah, go,” she shoves him out the door and shuts it behind him. She lets out a sigh, holds Jack a little closer and snuggles her head against his. “Oh my god?” 
“Here,” Aaron reaches out for him. “I’ll put him in his room.” 
“Okay,” she hands him over easily. 
He’s in his pjs under his coat and he has his boots on. It’s only a little after 8 so he hasn’t been asleep for long. They get him out of his outdoor clothes and tuck him into his bed on the top bunk. He wakes up just a bit, asks where he is and then goes back to sleep easily with a kiss on the head and the promise they’ll see him in the morning. 
And then they’re alone in the living room again. 
“That was— 
“Awkward and unfortunate,” Aaron laughs. “We almost got caught with our pants down.” 
“Not mine, just yours,” she teases, leaning into his side. She looks up at him and sighs, “You okay?” 
He nods, “yeah… I mean… I don’t know?” 
“They’re moving so fast,” she can’t believe it. 
“Well, yeah, she’s almost 35. She had a hard enough time getting pregnant before, she’s not going to waste any more time when they both want kids,” he rationalizes it. 
“But still, the divorce just went through and that’s on your end, ours hasn’t even started yet? They’re going to be super pregnant by the time it’s all over,” she can’t believe it. 
“She wanted us to try again last year,” he shares, shaking his head like he can’t believe it. “I had this awful case, my co-worker had been arrested and he told us some pretty serious, pretty awful things that happened to him before we arrested a man he knew growing up for murder… and I came home and all I wanted to do was cry and look at my son and know he’s safe and he’d never have to go through that but she wanted to try again. I wasn’t able to do anything, I couldn’t even dream about having an erection after what we went through on that case and that’s when she started to accuse my job of ruining my life and the worst part was that I wasn’t allowed to tell her things. She never let me explain a case to her, she didn’t want to hear about the awful things I saw and she didn’t understand how it could affect me so much and I still wanted to go back. But I have to do this. I have to save little babies like my Jack from having these things happen and get justice for the little Derek’s of the world.” 
“I’m so sorry, Aaron,” she doesn’t know what else to say. 
“That was just after Jack's first birthday. We finally tried again the month after, but it didn’t work, she suggested we do IVF last October and I missed the first appointment and she never touched me again after that,” he looked down at his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs. “She didn’t even bring it up again until I was suspended. She said that it would be easier for us to conceive if I was home more… but she was already cheating on me. Part of me wonders how long this last pregnancy has been going on for because was she just asking to cover up being pregnant with his baby or was she actually going to stop it to try with me?”
“Honestly, I wonder that too. Jack was almost 2 when James and Haley started hanging out more, that’s when he stopped pestering me as much,” she shares. “It was so nice to not be bothered every day about how much I work and how long I’d still be on birth control and when I’d do his laundry… he was so much nicer to me with her." 
“I still don’t understand why you stayed so long?” He looks at her so confused. “You were so unhappy for so long?” 
“Because where was I going to go? I cut off contact with my family after high school cause they were awful and my only friend for the longest part of my life was my husband and then the one friend I thought I had kept telling me I was so lucky with James. She heard me complain about the pressure he put on me and thought ‘Wow that sounds like the best life let me take that husband for myself!’” She jokes because it’s the only way she won’t cry. “So I had no couch to sleep on if I left, no friends to support me, I’d have to find a way to pay for a new apartment and a divorce and you know it’s not cheap. I’m only able to stay afloat right now because Andrea got me a friends and family discount with her sister-in-law and you’re giving me rent money.” 
He nods along, understanding just how hard it is to leave someone. He’s seen this at work, he knows abusive relationships— even the ones that aren’t physically abusive, are still hard to leave. You can’t just wake up one day and go, it has to come with a plan or something detrimental. Like catching him cheating with her best friend. “How long have you wanted to leave him?” 
“I’m not sure,” she’s honest. Really thinking about it for the first time… “we went to Florida for the honeymoon, we were there all of 2 days when we had our first big fight about his expectations. Before that, we never fought. I’ve known him since I was 14, started dating when I was 16, he was 19… his parents liked me and took me in and I admired the way his mom was a stay-at-home mom but I never wanted to be her. I was always at their house because mine was a fucking nightmare and they knew I had troubles and I had said before I won’t have kids until I’m super stable… When they bought him a house after his college courses ended and he said I could move in after graduation I jumped on it because I needed an escape and we were so happy at the start. His mom helped us around the house and stocked our fridge and I was learning how to cook with her and then he dropped the bombshell on me on the honeymoon that It was time to suck it up and be a real wife.” 
“Did you not talk about this stuff before the wedding?” 
“Not really…? I mean we talked about the wedding itself and how nice it would be to belong to each other… I really wanted to be his wife. I was so tired of having my dad's last name and relying on them for money. James asked me to marry him on my 19th birthday, I was a semester and a half into college, and I only had 2 years of school, 4 semesters total. He said we could wait until I was in my field and fully employed to even start planning the wedding and then I found out that he and his mom had planned most of it and it was a month after my graduation. She did practically everything but buy my dress and write my vows.” 
“And you didn’t think that was a red flag?” 
“Oh, I thought it was insane but again, who was I going to run to? I was more afraid of being alone and broke and homeless than dealing with him every day because at least he wasn’t as bad as my dad. I felt like I had no right to run if he wasn’t beating me and maybe, just maybe… I could’ve changed him. I really thought the more I protested the more he’d settle and live with the fact I wasn’t like his mom.” 
“What happened with your parents?” 
“My dad is abusive and my mom basically has Stockholm syndrome,” she relays it quick. “If it was up to my parents I’d be a boy and a doctor but no, I was the 3rd girl and the reason my mom had a hysterectomy and there’s now zero males in the family line so… yeah, I can’t fucking stand my parents.” 
“My dad liked to get drunk and scream… he only hit my mom the 1 time— that I saw at least when I was 8 and I stepped in. I was the punching bag from then on out. It was hard on my relationships, I was afraid that I’d go out on a date or have a team practice and my dad would hurt her while I was gone. And then I met Haley the same day my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.” 
“Holy shit?” 
He just nods, “yeah. So I thought maybe, just maybe… I could join this play, I could fall in love with the prettiest girl my teenage self had ever met and he’d be too tired from his chemo to hurt my mom while I was busy. And I was right, for a while. But there’s this thing that happens to people when they’re dying, they have 1 last good day…” 
“I’ve heard about that.” 
“And he used his last good day to scream and yell at my mother while I was at Haley's house. Sean called me, he said Dad was at it again and I needed to rush home… And Haley’s dad never really liked me, I mean who would like the boy who’s trying to sleep with his daughter?” He manages to smile for a moment. “But he heard the call, he heard the panic in Sean's voice and he drove me home and he came in with me to see my dad dead in the foyer. All that yelling, all that anger, it finally killed him. And her family took me in that night. And every few nights after that, I’d go over for dinner and sleep on the couch in the living room and I felt like I had a real family who loved me when mine fell apart.” 
“God, I’m so sorry,” she can’t even imagine that. “It’s the craving for a family that got me, too. I thought I’d build my own with him and it would be fine but the longer I was with him the longer I realized I never wanted my own children to hate their father the way I hate mine. And my mom never left, my mom just turned a blind eye to the insanity that came out of his mouth and I never wanted to be that mom. I never ever want any child I have to think or know that their father is a terrible man and I was okay with it.”
“And I was so scared to end up like my father,” he whispers, so ashamed of those thoughts. “Part of me was glad when she couldn’t get pregnant, I thought I was saving my kids from what I went through… but she’s a good mom. She’s the best mom in the world.” 
“She is really wonderful,” she agrees but her heart is breaking. 
Part of the reason you shouldn’t fuck the husband of the woman who stole your own is because you can fall in love with him… and then two of the men you gave everything to only want 1 woman. The same woman. And she’s not you. 
“I uh, I’m going to go to bed,” she announces, standing up quickly. “You’re probably going to go sleep in—
“I don’t have to,” he stands up to, placing his hand on her arm. “What’s wrong, what happened there?” 
“Nothing,” she lies, shaking the jealous thoughts away. “I’m just tired.” 
“Can I still sleep beside you even if we’re not doing anything?” He asks softly, staring her down with those beautiful brown wonders, making her heartache worse. 
“Yeah,” she gives in easily. 
So he helps her lock up and turn out all the lights, he checks on Jack once more and then they head to her room. They change, he strips down to his boxers and she has just a sleep shirt on and they get under the sheets together. She lays there, staring at the ceiling and he turns to her, there’s an awkward haze that takes over the room but he doesn’t say anything. 
He simply throws his arm around her middle, snuggles into her side and goes to sleep. Leaving her with her thoughts until the wee hours of the morning when she finally drifts off too. 
— 4 months separated — 
Jack’s so used to his weekend schedule at his dad's place. He wakes up to find his dad on the bottom bunk and then a morning of snuggles before they come in to get his aunty and go have breakfast together downstairs. 
Aaron got called out of bed in the middle of the night for what sounded like a pretty serious case. He was up and out around 2 a.m., and with a kiss to her head, as she lay there half awake, she promised to spend the day with Jack for him. That meant that when he woke up around 7, all alone, he showed up in her room, beside her bed, and he shook her arm to wake her up. 
She startles awake, “Oh, gosh, Jack?” 
“Where’s daddy?” 
She sighs, “he had to go to work.” 
“Oh,” he sulks. “Home?” 
“No, no, you can stay with me today, your dad might be back tonight or tomorrow morning. Unless you want me to call your mom? Do you want to go home?” She asks, always wanting him to feel safe first and foremost. 
He lights back up, “No, I stay.” 
“Of course you can,” she smiles, sitting up more. “Wanna come up and cuddle? I know you love your morning cuddles with your dad.” 
He nods, getting her help to bring her up onto the mattress, he sneaks under the covers and snuggles into her. “You cuddle dad, too?” He asks. 
Her face heats up with a tinge of embarrassment. He has seen them snuggle before, on the couch downstairs, when he wanders downstairs a few minutes after being put to bed. In the beginning, he didn’t like his new room, so he’d do everything to stay up with them as long as possible before they could transport him up there when he was already sound asleep. He’s only ever wandered into her room to find his dad once before, he saw them all cuddled up together with her on his chest when he reached up and shook her arm, much like he did this morning. 
“Yeah, sometimes I do,” she’s honest with him. “Do Mom and James cuddle?” 
He nods, “and kiss.” 
“Gross,” she teases, tickling his side and making him laugh. 
He has no understanding of the situation, he probably barely knew that James and her were together before. They weren’t touchy-feely, he never saw them kiss, he’s just known them both since he was born. Having his parents break up is something he also couldn’t comprehend, so it’s normal in his mind now that James and his mommy kiss while dad and Aunty Y/N cuddle sometimes… and if things ever work out between them, if this is what she feels like it is… explaining to him that his stepdad and stepmom used to be married to each other is going to be a weird, incredibly awkward, conversation. 
And if things don’t work out… part of her wonders how long she’ll be his aunty. How long will he know her? Is there going to be a day he hasn’t seen her for so long that he forgets she was ever his aunty? Is she just going to be some woman in the photos of his baby book that he points to and asks about? It breaks her heart to think about it. 
She snuggles him in closer and kisses his head, “I love you, buddy,” she adds for good measure. 
“I love you,” he snuggles her right back. 
They were going to have a good day today. 
They’re in the middle of dinner (dino nuggets and smiley fries and a small plastic cup of orange fuzzy drink because he was a good boy today) when Aaron walks in. “Y/N?” He calls out as he puts his briefcase down. 
Jack comes running from the table towards him screaming “Daddy!!!” Only to jump into Aaron’s arms. 
He holds him close, kissing his cheek a few times, “I missed you! How was your day?” 
She smiles from the archway that separates the dining room from the main hall, it’s one hell of a sight… he was such a good dad. He made having kids look like a breeze and honestly, his kid is a breeze. He’s polite, calm and smart. He’s adorable and sweet and even at 3 and a bit, he still has his same baby smell that does make her want one of her own sometimes. 
He explains to Aaron in his toddler babble what they did that day as he walks him back over to the archway where she is. “Really?” Aaron pretends to be shocked as if she didn’t text him all day with updates. 
She nods, “We had a great day.” 
“And you’re having dinner?” He asks, peering into the dining room. “Is that… she let you have some special drink?” He asks, bouncing him just the one time to make him giggle and not upset his almost full tummy. 
He nods like a bobblehead, “Yeah!!” Lighting up with the biggest smile. 
“Wow, you really did have a great day!” He cheers, “Can you guys set me a plate? I’m going to get changed and then come back and see you, okay?” 
He hurries back to his feet and reaches out for her hand, pulling her back into the kitchen but she laughs, “One second buddy, I’ll be right there,” she lets him head in without her. 
She steps towards him, away from wandering eyes and he pulls her in quickly, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Thank you.” 
“Anytime,” she smiles. “I love that little boy you made.” 
Aaron steals one last kiss before heading downstairs to “his” room to change. He puts his gun away in his safe, puts his suit back on a hanger and hangs it on the “worn but still clean” side of his closet. He changes into some sweatpants and a long-sleeved blue shirt that he rolls up to his elbows where it’s comfortable. He takes the steps back upstairs 2 at a time just as she and Jack are placing a flower-shaped plastic plate of dinner on his place setting. 
Eating like a toddler is actually really fun, he’s so glad he managed to skip dinner with the team to come do this. They talk about the park and the movie they watched after nap time this afternoon, apparently, Shrek is his new favourite. Jack’s just happy his dad is home tonight for his bath and a book before bed, because he’s exhausted by the end of dinner. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he’s going to be out like a light right at 8 p.m. 
Aarons got him out of the bath and into his pjs, reading to him while he lay in his bunk bed which is only a few feet off the ground. It’s not a big kid bunk bed, it’s a small, toddler one that he can’t really get hurt on and Aaron can comfortably stand beside it to tuck him in. Tonight, however, Jack doesn’t just want his dad to tuck him in.  
Aaron calls her name from the top of the stairs as she’s doing the dishes, “can you come up here for a sec?” 
She quickly drys her hands and hurries up the stairs to find Jack in bed and Aaron smiling. “He has a request.” 
“Okay?”
“He wants to know if we can all cuddle together in your bed tomorrow morning,” Aaron asks for him. 
“Oh,” she looks at him and then at Jack. “Really?” 
He nods from his spot in bed. “Today was fun.” 
“I had fun too,” she reaches over and pats his tummy. “You’re always welcome to crawl into bed with me whenever you’re here.” 
“Dad too?” 
She nods, “Yeah, if we’re having another sleepover like that last time you walked in on us sleeping, then you can join us too.” 
“Tonight?” 
“Are we having a sleepover tonight?” She looks at Aaron with a smirk. 
“I’d like that,” he smiles right back. 
“Okay, then I guess when you wake up in the morning, Dad might still be in my room, okay?” She assures Jack, “Have a good, long sleep before then, though, okay?” 
He nods, “I’m tired.” 
“I bet,” she leans in and presses a kiss to his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“Goodnight, Aunt Y/N,” he smiles right back. 
“Goodnight, buddy,” Aaron leans in and gives him a kiss too. “I love you.” 
“Love you, too, Dad.” 
They leave his room together, turning off the light and closing the door for the night. In the hallway, Aaron pulls her in close, brushes her hair off her face and smiles at her. “Thank you, again for today.” 
“I’d hang out with him every day if I could,” she assures him. “Come on, I’ve gotta finish the dishes but—
“Let me,” he stops her. “You can get ready for bed, have a bath, I’ll get you some wine, just relax. I’ve got it.” 
“Are you sure?” 
He looks at her through his lashes, as if to say ‘Come on?’ Because she should know by now that he is nothing like her husband. He’s not allergic to doing the dishes, he’s not put off by folding laundry, and he’s not the kind of man to desperately need a beer in front of the TV while she worries about everything else. 
“Go relax.” It’s more of an order this time than a suggestion. 
“Okay, then I guess I’ll be in the bathroom,” she gives in with a shrug. 
“Red or White?” he asks with a smile, leaning in to steal one last kiss before he lets her go. She picks a white wine and he taps her ass with his hand as she walks away. 
Downstairs, he waits to hear the water running in her bathroom above the kitchen before pouring her wine. He finishes the dishes and drains the sink almost at the same time he hears the water turn off. He knows she’s in the bath now, hopefully, she had some bubbles or bath salts and maybe even a book or magazine to read. He pours her a glass of her favourite screw-top white wine and adds a little more than normal so she doesn’t run out before the bath water starts to run cold. 
He heads back upstairs, into the room where he notices she’s set out her new pjs and underwear on the bed for when she gets out. He knocks on the ensuite bathroom door before entering, she softly calls out that he can come in and as soon as he enters he’s hit with a wall of steam. 
“Is that the water that’s steaming up the room or you?” He teases, eyeing her up in the tub as she pulls the bubbles towards herself to hide her naked body. “Really?” 
“Yeah, really,” she mocks, reaching out for her wine. 
“You know I think you’re beautiful, right?” He questions, kneeling down beside the tub so he’s on her eye level. “I don’t just say that to get you naked, I actually mean it.”
“Yeah well, you can mean it… Doesn’t mean I have to think it, too,” she says before taking a sip. 
He fully sits on the ground now, resting his arm on the side of the tub and leaning his head against his hand. He gives her a look, one she’s seen many, many times. She knows he wants her to explain herself, he wants to get inside her mind. He wants her to tell him so he doesn’t have to profile her, but she’s sure he already has one going. 
“Being appreciated for a few months doesn’t compare to 30 years of feeling like shit,” she explains. “You should know that.” 
“You really feel this way?” He asks, wanting to know everything. “Did he make you think this? Did he ever tell you that you were nothing without him? Did he isolate you on purpose or did you not try and reach out for friends because—
“Aaron,” she reaches out for him with a soapy hand. “Hey, it’s okay. He wasn’t doing any of that, you don’t have to worry about what he’ll do to Haley. He’s always wanted her, I was just the first woman to pay attention to him and by being the person who took his virginity, he felt like he had to marry me. His parents are religious, even if he isn’t anymore, their opinion on that matters. Our marriage was one of convenience. He’s happy now.” 
“That still doesn’t make me feel better,” he pouts. “He was with you for 16 years, he’s known you for 18… and he never complimented you? He never made you feel beautiful?” 
She shakes her head, “No… but you’re helping now.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he gives her a sweet smile. “I know it shouldn’t come down to another person's opinion of you, your self-worth should come from within… but you’re so special to me. You make me so happy, I think you’re so beautiful. Everything we do together is a gift.”  
She looks like she could cry, but she nods and swallows sharply. “I know… If it wasn’t for you if I was completely alone right now dealing with all this… I would probably just slip under the water and—
“Don’t say that. I’m never leaving you,” he assures her, cutting into her thoughts and stopping them in their tracks. “Not because I feel bad for you or because I’m scared you’ll do that if I’m gone but because I’m having the best time of my life here. I thoroughly enjoy you and your company and your attention and your mind and your body and your time.” 
She takes another sip of her wine and hands it back to him as she sits up, “get in here.” 
“What?” 
“You can’t just say that and not fuck me right after,” she looks at him like it’s a no-brainer. “Come on, there’s room.” 
“Okay,” he doesn’t even think twice. 
He puts her glass down on the sink counter and pushes his sweatpants to the ground before reaching for his shirt and taking it off with his arms crossed all sexily. She just shakes her head, wondering how the fuck she got so lucky. She moves to her knees, letting him have the space he needs to get into the tub and sit down in the hot water before she straddles his hips and sits on his lap. She cups his face with her wet, bubbly hands and smiles, “You know what I think about you?” 
“Tell me?” He all but begs. 
She leans in and kisses him gently on the lips, then his cheek, “I think…” she kisses over to his ear, “you’re so unbelievably sexy.” She kisses his neck as her hands spread down his arms. “You’re kind, and smart and sweet,” she keeps praising him. “You’re a wonderful, incredible, man… my favourite man.” 
He tugs her back by her hair so that he can look into her eyes, “Say that again.” 
“You’re my favourite man,” she repeats, staring between his eyes and his lips. “In the whole world.” 
“I’m your man,” he assures her. Caressing her hair, his hand comes over to cup her cheek, he runs his thumb over her bottom lip while staring at it. 
She runs her hands down his chest, raising her hips she goes for his dick, hardening as they spoke, and she starts to pump him under the water. He melts into her touch, adoring the way she makes him feel so taken, so secure, so taken. He wants to be hers and only hers for the rest of time.
“Say it?” He whispers. 
“You’re my man,” she replies almost instantly. Feeling his cock twitch in her hand, she brings him to her cunt and slowly starts to sit down on it. 
“Oh,” he tosses his head back slightly and then snaps back to look at her right in the eyes. Foreheads touching, he pulls her flush to his body so they’re as close as possible. “I belong to you.” 
She kisses him deeply, breathing him in and it hits him. Really hits him. He’s known for a while that he has very strong feelings for her… He knows he thoroughly enjoys this life that they are building together and how being with her has made everything else in his life easier… but now he knows that he loves her. He’s in love with her.
He grips her hips helping her ride him without sending the water over the edge of the tub. Their kiss heats up as the tension builds, her hands are in his hair and he grips at her skin trying to pull her in closer. Like two atoms being fused together, they want to become one. Inside her, all around her, feelings her, loving her, it’s all so much. 
“Mine,” she all but moans against him as they come up for air. 
“Yours,” he breathes back, leaning in to kiss her cheek and jaw. 
She tosses her head back, letting him kiss along her neck. She has work tomorrow, he knows that, but he still wants to mark her. He wants to suck a deep and delicious bruise into her neck and let anyone who sees her know that she’s being taken care of… at the same time, he’d love for no one to know. Her ringless finger allows for people to hit on her and thus she would have to say the words he’d love to hear. “Sorry, I’m already spoken for.” 
He’s so tempted to tell her that he loves her like this but he knows she doesn’t feel the same way. She’s simply too nice to him. She lets him live in her house (he pays rent even though she doesn’t want his money), she loves his son like her own, she takes care of them both, she has sex with him, she makes him coffee in the morning and lets him talk about his awful cases at night when they’re eating him alive… she’s so kind to him in every aspect of life, but that doesn’t mean she loves him back. 
He’s thought about this for so long, too. If she’s even capable of loving him back… is she still hung up on her ex-husband? Was the trauma so bad she’d never try to love again? Will it just take her some time and will she still want him around by then? Because he’ll wait. He’ll do whatever it takes to hear her say the words one day. 
Till then, he takes whatever he can get in these precious, impossibly close moments where she feels like his. She can know he belongs to her, she can say it a million times, but it won’t mean much until she’s his to keep forever too. 
She pulls him back to her mouth, both of them attempting to kiss but so caught up in the feeling that they’re more so breathing against each other. She moans, and he soaks it in, closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly. She follows him, kissing the side of his mouth and then resting her forehead against him. “Look at me,” she whispers her demand. 
He does, staring deep into her eyes, she cups his face. “Make me yours, too,” she whispers. “Take me, claim me, keep me forever.” 
He whines and as if she is reading his mind she says everything he wants to hear. Well, almost. An ‘I love you’ would’ve thrown him over the edge way too quick.
“Mine,” he says before stealing another kiss, voice deep with pure need. “Mine,” he repeats as he kisses her neck one of his hands spreads over her lower stomach and his thumb heads straight for her clit. The third time it comes straight from his gut, “mine,” he growls as his free hand spreads over her back, tugging her in even closer. 
She seems to go feral for it, making out with him in a way she never has before as her nails dig into the skin of his upper back. They’re making a bit of a mess with the water splashing but they couldn’t care less, so wrapped up in this little world where they belong to each other.
— 5 months separated— 
He doesn’t text or call much when he’s on a case. Wrapped up and busy in saving the day, she can’t really blame him. 
But suddenly she understands Haley’s feelings a little more. Falling for Aaron Hotchner meant missing him deeply. It meant craving him all the time and having to deal with the fact he loves to save the world… or at least the people in his small corner of it. He’ll never change. She doesn’t want him to. She doesn’t expect anything more from him, but that doesn’t stop her from missing him. 
However, when he does text it’s often to say he’s on his way home. Either to ask her to put on some coffee or take off her clothes and wait for him… tonight it’s the former. 
Aaron: just landed. This case was awful. We have a mandatory 24 hours off so the team is getting drinks and they won’t let me slip away without telling them what I’m really wanting to go home for. You. So I’m going to taxi home, I’ll go get my car sometime tomorrow so I can pick Jack up for my weekend time. I miss you, but don’t feel the need to wait up for me. I’ll see you soon. 
She doesn’t want him to have to do that. So she gets dressed up, she calls a cab for herself and she goes into the bar with the intention of meeting his friends and driving him home in his big SUV. She doesn’t even think about if he wants her there, how weird it’ll be to meet his friends or what she would even say to him. 
Before she could overthink it, she was there. 
He’s easy to spot. In the back corner, he and all his friends have drinks in their hands as they stand around a tall, circular table. She walks right up, places her hand on his arm and smiles. “Funny seeing you here,” she teases.
“Hey,” he puts his drink down and opens his arms, inviting her in for a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“I got your text, thought I’d drive you home instead?” She says against his shoulder just loud enough for him to hear, holding him back for a moment longer than she should’ve. But it felt nice… and she missed him.  
When she does pull away, all his friends are even more confused. Aaron notices it this time as well. “Uh, everyone this is Y/N, Y/N these are my coworkers. Derek, Spencer, Emily, Penelope and Jennifer. Dave was here but someone hit on him and then he was gone.” 
She laughs, from what she’s heard that is very Dave of him to do. “Hi, nice to meet you,” she gives the rest of them a wave and a smile and they all say their pleasantries back to her over the loud music. 
“So how do you know each other?” Emily asks. 
“Oh, uh,” she doesn’t know if she can say it, she just looks up at Aaron who looks just as stumped. So she drops the bomb on them. “Well, um… my husband— well, my soon-to-be ex-husband is Haley’s new boyfriend.” 
At the same time, all their eyes widen and jaws drop, “oh, oh damn?” Penelope is the first to speak. “You’re the one who sent the email?” 
She nods, “yeah… it’s been a weird few months.” 
“I uh, I’m going to get another drink,” Aaron announces. “Want to come—
“Yes,” she agrees right away, following him over to the bar and away from his friends. “Sorry, I didn’t know if you told them everything.” 
“Derek is the only one who knows everything, everything,” he assures her. “They know of the email and the divorce and the new boyfriend. They don’t know that I live with you now or that we’re… what we are.” 
She nods, “Yeah, I mean, that’s a little hard to explain when we haven’t even really talked about what we are.” 
“I know,” he looks at her lips and then into her eyes and then to her lips again. She doesn’t know how many drinks he’s had, but definitely a few. “God, you’re beautiful, you know that?” 
She smirks, shaking her head, “Okay, Hotchner, whatever you say.” 
“No, no I mean it. You’re so beautiful, did you get dressed up for this or is this how you’ve looked all day?” 
“I went to work like this,” she assures him. “Are you okay?” 
He nods, smile widening, “Perfect now that you’re here.” 
“Do you really need another drink?” She teases him, thinking he’s drunk. 
“No,” he steps in closer to her and wraps his arm around her waist to bring her in even closer. “I rather have a glass of you.” 
“So let me take you ho—
“Have you ever done it in a bar bathroom?” 
She just laughs, “No, what? Are you insane?” 
He laughs too, “I’ve missed you so much, I don’t want to have to go home just to show you…”
“You’re crazy,” she laughs, shaking her head with disbelief. 
“That’s not a no…” 
“You’re right,” she can’t believe him right now but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t crave him while he was gone all week. He’s so close to her, his thumb rubbing circles over her skin as he stares into her soul, not even caring if anyone sees them. “Your friends are going to know.” 
“And?” He shrugs, not caring in the slightest. “I’m their boss, they can’t bully me, I’ll just give them more paperwork.” 
She laughs again, leaning into his side she wraps her arm around him, “Lead the way.” 
This particular bar's bathrooms are small. Single-use, no specific gender required, there are 4 of them down the hallway and 2 of them are occupied already. They take the one at the very end of the hall, Aaron is quick to lock the door before she’s got him pressed up against it, kissing him right away. She missed his mouth, she missed his touch and his smell and just him. She missed him so goddamn much and she was going to show him. 
His hands search her back, down over her ass and then he gives her a good squeeze and groans. Kissing the side of her mouth, down her neck, he keeps groping her, “Love when you wear these jeans.” 
She smirks, “I know, I know, they hug my ass perfectly.” 
“Mm, boy do I wish I was a pair of jeans,” he teases before diving in for another, heated kiss.  
He starts to back her up, moving her towards the sink, he goes to help her up when she protests. “Ah, ah, nope,” she pushes him back for a moment. “I do not trust this sink.” 
“Oh come on,” he can’t believe it. “It’s sturdy it’s been here for years—
“Exactly, it’s old. That’s why I’m not sitting on it while you fuck me,” she fights back. “Both our weight is no match for this piece of plywood and some caulk.” 
“But I like your weight on my caulk,” Aaron teases. 
She swats him, shocked he’d ever say that even when slightly drunk, “You did not just—
“I did,” he cuts her off, moving in to steal another kiss. He kisses as if he’s breathing in her soul and then presses one more kiss to her lips. He kisses her cheek and her forehead, “just had to get a few more in before—“
He grips her by the shoulders and spins her around, moves her hair off her neck and starts to kiss her there. He takes a second to run his hands over her boobs and down her chest, he stops at the start of her jeans and unbuttons them. With her head lulled to the side, she softens and rests back against his shoulder. 
“Aaron,” she moans, keeping her voice down as much as possible while still cheering him on the way he said he liked. 
He gets her pants down, feeling up her thighs and around to her lower butt cheeks, truly loving how soft she is. He says it every time, he practically worships her every chance he gets. He starts to push her underwear down too, both them and her pants rest mid-way down her thighs. He bends her forward more, taking a second to massage her ass, watching in awe as her pussy lips open from the movement. She’s wet and glistening and he wants her so bad. “Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby.” 
He quickly unbuckles his belt, pops the button and throws the fly open, she pushes back against him to feel his bulge against her ass with a groan. “Hurry up.” 
He pulls himself out of his boxers and taps his hard cock against her ass, “what was that?” 
“Please, Aaron,” she begs. 
He slips inside her and his hands grip her hips, trailing forward to her stomach, one hand goes to her clit while the other stays on her stomach for balance. He kisses the side of her neck again, “honey, I’m home,” he teases, making all the hair on her body stand up. 
He considers her as home. 
She places her hand over his on her stomach and interlocks their fingers just as he starts to thrust. They’re small, light, beginner thrusts but still something. He goes to move his hand away but he brings her with him, he pushes her forward so she’s bent over the sink with one hand behind her back so he can still hold her hand. With her free hand, she rests it against the wall and catches a glimpse of him in the mirror. 
The way he looks at her like this, so full of lust and want and need, it’s enough to make her cum right then and there. But he starts to get faster, his middle finger bumps against her clit and she moans again, “fuck, Aaron.”
“Missed this. Wanted so badly to roll over in the night and fuck you, wanted to wake up with you naked beside me, missed hearing your noises and kissing you everywhere… god,” he groans. He keeps his voice low as possible but he can’t stop himself. “Missed how you taste, missed your touch, missed your voice and your laugh… you’re my girl, want everyone here to know it.”
That does it for her, she’s right there on the edge and she knows he will be too. He’s said it before, the way she pulls him in deeper when she cums is his undoing every single fucking time they’ve done this. She loves it, she wants to feel him lose control and empty himself inside her but she knows how awkward that’ll feel when they leave this tiny bathroom. 
“I can’t,” she whines, it feels too good for her sentence to come out all in one go. “Oh god, I can’t… I can’t go hang out with your friends with-with your cum dripping out of me.”
He drops her hand to grip her hair and he pulls her head back and to the side, where she feels his hot breath on her ear. “Who said we were going to go back to my friends?” 
“They’re not gonna let you leave without saying goodbye,” she reminds him. Reaching behind him to grip his side, she’s so used to holding him so tight when they fuck that she misses it. She needs a handful of him at all times. 
“So you don’t want me to claim you again?” He asks, making sure this is what she wants. “You want me to skip your favourite part?”
She whines, “no, no, I guess not.”
“That’s what I thought,” he smirks and takes a nibble at her ear. “I know you love it. You love feeling taken, and being claimed. You like being mine.” 
“I love— it. I love it!” she moans out, almost saying she loved him but she caught herself in time. 
They’re both right there, she knows she’s so close and she can tell he is too with the way his thrusts change. They’re powerful, snappy, deep and delicious. She grips him tighter, tosses her head back with one final, drawn-out moan and cums on his cock just as he says it. 
“Oh, I love you,” he growls in her ear. 
It’s barely there, he’s so caught up in his orgasm that he doesn’t even really notice that it slipped out. If he doesn’t acknowledge it, she’s not going to either. It was probably a mistake. He didn’t mean to say it, not like how she almost did. He’s drunk, he’s tired, he’s been through a lot this week… surely he didn't mean it. 
He kisses her neck again, breathing heavily against her as he comes down, “holy fuck.” He wraps his arms around her, holding her in a tight hug, he rests his chin against her shoulder with a sigh. 
Breathing like she also ran a marathon, full of both euphoria and anxiety, her stomach is a mess of butterflies and feelings. “Yeah…”
He pulls some paper towels from the dispenser and he’s quick to catch any fallout as he pulls out. Sober enough to not want to ruin her jeans but she still thinks he’s too drunk to actually mean that he loves her. 
Those words are going to haunt her until he says them again. Sober. Looking into her eyes. Really meant it with his whole heart. 
“There you go,” he coos, kissing her neck one last time. He pulls away to toss out the tissue and put himself back into his pants. 
She simply takes a moment to pee, he washes his hands but she catches him watching her through the mirror. Sometimes he gets insatiable like this, he looks at her like a meal and he’s been on death row for ages. He looks at her like he’s the hunter and she’s prey and it always makes her stomach flip. It’s so raw, so real, so intense, she never knew someone could be so attracted to her… but she still doesn’t want to believe he really said he loves her. 
Before they leave the bathroom he pulls her in close, chest to chest again, and he cups her face. “You okay?” 
She nods, “Yeah, I’m just not used to fucking you and not being able to fall right back into my bed.” 
He laughs, “I love how tired and cute you get after.” 
“And now I have to meet your friends,” she shakes her head, nervous as hell. It feels a little unbelievable to her that she is meeting them finally and this is the state she’s in while she does so. 
“They’ll love you.” 
Like you do?
“Come on,” he places his hand on her arm and leads her to the door. They leave together without a care in the world who sees and makes their way back to the table his friends were once at. 
They’re all over the room now, Spencer is talking to some man. Derek is leaning against a wall with a pretty woman standing in his personal space. Emily is leaning over another woman teaching her how to play pool and Penelope is at the bar, grabbing another drink with JJ. So that’s who they walk back up to, she watches carefully as the two women smile knowingly but invite them back into conversation. 
“Where’d you two go?” JJ asks with a teasing tone. 
“Nowhere,” Aaron shrugs, trying desperately to hold back a smile but he can’t. “We’re going to go home though, let the others know for me?” 
“Home?” 
She nods, “We live together.” 
“Like wife swap,” Penelope says and then covers her mouth as if it wasn’t supposed to come out. 
She just laughs. “Yeah, like wife swap.” 
“What’s wife swap?” Aaron asks. 
“It’s a TV show, where couples sign up to switch lives for upwards of a week so that they can see how easy they really have it. The husbands and the kids stay in their house but they exchange wives,” JJ explains. 
“So I guess technically we played husband swap and we wouldn’t have been picked for the show because we already knew each other,” Y/N teases. 
“You knew each other?” Penelope can’t believe it. Now she knows for sure Aaron doesn’t talk about this stuff at work. 
They both nod, “we worked together,” she explains. “I’m a court stenographer and I transcribed at least 50 of Aaron’s cases before he left… Haley was my best friend.” 
“Holy fuck,” JJ lets slip. Usually, she doesn’t curse, she can tell from the way Aaron’s brows go up. “Sorry, that’s just so insane to me?” 
“Tell me about it,” she scoffs. “It’s been a crazy few months but we’re doing okay.”
She looks up at Aaron who looks right back down at her. His hand still on her back, he tugs her into his side. “Better than okay.” 
“Well, uh,” JJ doesn’t even know what to say after that. There’s clearly something there that she doesn’t even know if they know is there, so she takes a deep breath and decides to let them go. “We’ll all have to get together again sometime?” 
“Yeah, I’d like that,” she gives them both a smile. “It was lovely to meet you.” 
“Can I have my keys?” Aaron asks Penelope who immediately starts to dig through her big purse. She’s the only one who carries a purse, so of course, all their things go in it when they’re out. 
“Here you go,” she hands him the red carabiner that holds all his keys. His car key, Haleys house key, a key to Y/N’s house, his office key, his mailbox and the storage unit that holds all the shit he didn’t want to bring to her place.
“Thanks,” he takes them with his free hand, still holding her hip with the other. “Call me if there’s anything urgent or I’ll see you on Monday.” 
They wave them off and head outside together. He hands her the keys to his SUV which is parked in the back lot. It’s dimly lit and even though it’s not the worst part of town, he still holds onto her like his life depends on it. When they reach the car, he opens the driver's side door for her and helps her in, he steals one last kiss and then hands her the keys. “Let's go home.” 
— 6 months separated —
6 months on the dot after she walked in on Haley and James in her bed, she served him with divorce papers. 
He signs the consent answer, and they meet once to go over their settlement agreement, and she brings the papers to the county clerk for date-stamped copies. She pays her $80 filing fee and now all she has to do is wait for the judge to give them a hearing date… and then she’s going to be free. 
James and his parents meet her at a real estate attorney’s office not long after. They discuss the deed of the house which her name isn’t on, even though she’s lived there for 13 years and agree to sign it over. With the verbal agreement from James that she could have the house, he and his parents weren’t able to ask for any money in exchange. They sign the new deed with the notary present and she once again files the deed on public record. 
Before he leaves, James pulls her aside for a moment. “Uh, I don’t have to come to the hearing, right? It’s just you?” 
She nods, “just me. The judge has everything they need and they should sign off on it that same day. It’ll take a month to go through officially, but then we’ll be free.” 
“Okay, cool,” he gives her a smile. “Thanks for making this so easy for us.” 
“As in me and you or you and her?” She asks, feeling a little twinge of pettiness. 
“All of us,” he corrects himself. He stares at her carefully, thankful as ever and it's evident on his face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t love you properly. I’m sorry for what we did… but I feel like everything happens for a reason. I had to be with you to meet her.” 
She nods, understanding that more than he’ll ever know. Because she feels the same way about Aaron. “Are you going to marry her?” 
He nods, “Yeah. It’ll be a fall wedding.” 
“You’ve already asked?” She can’t believe it. 
“We want to be married before the baby comes.” 
Her eyes widen but she says nothing. She knew this was coming but it still hurts. “She’s pregnant again?” 
“We did IVF, it’s really new but we’re hopeful this time with all the meds she’s on,” he shares as if they’re friends. As if this doesn’t hurt her feelings even more than before. 
“Oh… congratulations.” 
“Thank you,” he touches her arm with a smile. “I hope you find some happiness too.” 
“I have a boyfriend.” 
It just falls out of her. She doesn’t even know why she said it but the thing between her and Aaron felt so real, so intense… so important that she calls him her boyfriend. 
“Oh?” He’s a little shocked. “But you’re living with Aaron? Does he like the guy?” 
She nods, “Yeah, they get along well.” 
“And he doesn’t mind him around Jack?” 
She presses her lips together, shaking her head, “Nope… but I mean, he doesn’t come over on weekends unless Jack is asleep.” 
“Okay, good,” he says, relieved. Treating Jack as if he’s his own son and he has a say in the people he’s around. “Well… thanks again. Maybe we could all get together sometime?” 
“Maybe,” she lies. Knowing she’s not going to want to sit with them or see them happy or know them outside of what little she sees during Jack's pickup and drop-off. 
And then he’s gone and the house is officially hers. 
She gets the insurance switched over to herself, and she has the privilege of paying the land taxes every year now… which sucks. And she’ll get herself a home security system, but not before she changes the locks. 
She bought a whole new door handle with a deadbolt lock and it sits in the front hallway for a week before she asks for help installing it. Aaron has a vague idea of how to change it out but he’s not 100% positive, so he calls Derek. Unbeknownst to her, Derek is a house flipper. He loves to demolish shit and bring homes back to their original beauty when he’s not kicking down doors at the FBI. 
It’s a Saturday in April, so Aaron’s out back with Jack building a swing set when Derek shows up. This is only her 3rd or 4th time meeting him, she saw him at that bar a few months back and she’s had lunch with Aaron outside Quantico, but she’s never really talked to his friends. 
“So,” Derek says between taking screws out of the old door knob. “How are things going with your divorce?” 
“Good, I should have my hearing date soon and then It’ll be official,” she shares with a smile. “And I got the house, which you know because Aaron asked you to come help with this for me.” 
“I’m sure he would’ve been able to do it?” 
“Yeah but I wanted to be able to watch you do it in case I have to do it alone one day and someone had to be with Jack,” she explains. 
“Do you not think you’ll be together long?” He asks, clearly thinking they’re dating. 
“Oh, we’re not together,” she assures him. “As much as I’d love to date him, we’re not dating… at least, he’s never said the words and I don’t know if I could even ask I’m so scared he’ll say no and I really don’t know why I’m telling you this, sorry.” 
“Hey, it’s okay,” he reaches out and taps her arm, assuringly. “It’s part of my job, people feel like they can tell me things.” 
With the door open so he can work on the locks, she can see right out to the street where there’s a black pickup truck pulling up. James gets out and she sighs, “Good, god, what does he want now?” 
Derek lets her pass and she makes her way to the yard, “James?” 
“Hey, sorry to just show up,” he apologizes. “I wanted to give you back the keys we had… is that him?” 
“What?” She looks back at Derek. “Oh, no, that’s Aaron's co-worker. He’s a house flipper, he’s helping me change the locks.” 
Then, from the backyard, she hears running. “Uncle Jamie!!” Jack's little voice is heard and James drops down to his knees to pick him up. 
“Hey, little man!” 
Aarons right behind him, “We thought we heard a truck pull up…” 
“Yeah, sorry, I’m just bringing back my keys. Thought I’d get a glimpse of her new boyfriend,” he teases. 
“Not the boyfriend!” Derek calls from the doorway. 
“Yeah, no she’s not dating anyone?” Aaron says, mildly jealous. 
“But you said—
“I did,” she presses her lips together with a burst of air from her nose. “It’s complicated.” 
“We just don’t want James around a strange man,” James says, which really pisses Aaron off. 
“Well he’s my son so I can make those decisions,” he reminds James, reaching out for Jack who reaches back out for him. “It’s none of your business who she dates or sleeps with or anything. And with my job, I know who’s a good man from one look at him.” 
James scoffs, “Okay, man, I didn’t come here to fight.” He takes the keys from his pocket and hands them to her. 
“No, you just come over to rub stuff in her face and make her feel like crap,” he gets defensive and puts Jack down on the ground again. “Jack, go see Uncle Derek.” 
“Okay,” he says, running off towards the front door. 
“I don’t want to see you here unless it’s pick up or drop off day, got it? Haley can call and bring him over if she needs help with something, but I don’t want you here if you’re going to start shit and upset her every time you see her. I hate the way you make her feel,” Aaron says, stepping into James’ space and asserting his dominance. 
“You can’t control her,” he fights back. “You’re acting like you own. the place, but you don't! You’re just too cheap to get your own fucking house.” 
“This is my house!” Aaron shouts. 
“You’re insane, acting like her husband or some shit,” James just starts to laugh. 
“I will be one day,” he spits. “I love her, I have loved her for months now. She is the love of my life, the best thing that’s ever happened to me aside from Jack and I will do anything to make sure she never feels even a smidgen close to how you made her feel for almost 2 fucking decades. You piece of shit.” 
James doesn’t even know what to say, he just looks over at her, “What?” 
“We’re… we’ve been… we’re together,” she simplifies it. 
“How long has this been happening?” 
“You don’t get to fucking ask that after fucking my wife for a year!” Aaron fully snaps. “You’re the problem here!” 
“It’s been 10 years,” he pushes right back. “Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I’ve been fucking Haley for as long as I’ve known her because you were never home. You were a terrible—
“Don’t even fucking dare!” Aaron yells. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you not realize that by filling in for me you left your wife alone? You were also a terrible fucking husband who ruined her self-esteem and didn’t deserve her.” 
“Well at least we’ve got what we deserve now,” James says with a shake of his head before retreating back to his truck. 
They don’t look at each other, they just watch him leave and stand there in silence. She doesn’t know what to do or say or how to act… Aaron turns to her first. “I’m sorry.” 
“Did you mean it?” She asks, trying her best not to cry. “Cause if you just said that to piss him off I’m never going to talk to you again.” 
“Oh, no,” He’s quick to place his hands on her arms, soothing her as he looks right into her eyes, “no, I wasn’t lying. I love you. I love you so much it makes me feel insane.” 
She lunges for him, hands on his cheeks as she kisses him hard. He wraps his arms around her back and holds her tight. She peppers kisses to his lips and they both breathe out into little smiles. 
“Oh, Aaron, I love you, too,” she finally speaks. “I can’t believe this?” 
“Believe it,” he whispers. “I love you. I have loved you the whole time.” 
“Like really?” She asks, letting the insecurity slip out. “This isn’t just because we’ve been through the same thing and we’ve only spent time with each other? Like this is real?” 
“It’s real… but if you want, given what we’ve gone through— and I’m not saying this to be mean, but we could get couples therapy? We could talk out all these fears and issues and you can see someone to work on your self-esteem?” 
She’s a bit shocked but that’s probably the most mature thing they could do. “Yeah, we can try that?” 
“Cause I love you, I want this to work, I want to be with you as long as humanly possible,” he explains.
“I love you just as much,” she says, leaning in for another kiss. 
“I’m going to love you forever.” 
And oddly enough, she believes him. 
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My Sun, My Star- Part 3
A/N: I feel like I’ve been writing and editing this forever but I think I’m finally done! I had a lot of requests for the Winter Soldier meeting his baby and so here we are! Besides a small epilogue this will probably be the last direct chapter of My Sun, My Star. Hope you’ve enjoyed!
Pairing: Bucky X Reader / Winter soldier!Bucky x Reader
Words: 4996
Warnings: Blood, fear of kidnapping/death, threats of violence, swearing, pregnancy/labor/birth, GN reader (no pronouns), but pregnant reader, blood, canon-level violence, rare use of Y/n (let me know if I missed things)
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“And you promise this is safe?” Bucky asked tentatively, his brow drawn together as he frowned in concern. His arms would have been crossed tight across his chest had one hand not been occupied holding yours. 
“It’s the safest thing anyone could do,” Maria assured him from across the table, “it should only take about 40 minutes. We just need someone to make sure everything is set up properly in the safe house. There's some light cleaning and we need to make sure that the locks are good, the thermostat works, and the signal jammers are functional” she explained at length. 
Today they were receiving a low-tier HYDRA agent that had recently defected. Fearing for his and his partner's life they sought refuge with what remained of SHEILD, promising to spill whatever secrets he needed to keep them safe. However, in the off chance it was all a ruse, they set up signal jammers so there’d be no chance of the agent alerting HYDRA or anyone else that may compromise the location.
“If it helps we can even keep the house under surveillance just in case. There’s plenty of cameras on the surrounding houses we can use to keep an eye out,” Maria continued, looking across the table to you this time.
You rubbed your enlarged belly, nearly bursting at the seams as you were due just a few days from now. Bucky had been the perfect companion while you were stuck at home, getting you anything you could possibly need, making sure you didn’t tip over, and keeping you entertained while you were mostly couch and bed-bound. 
But now you were bored out of your mind, beyond tired of sitting on the couch at home all day and night, so why wouldn’t you take an easy job and the bit of money that goes with it? You can waddle around for a while to check some things out. You might be a little slow, but it couldn’t be more than an hour at most. What’s the harm in that?
 “I’d love to, when do I start?” 
Bucky did not have a good feeling about this.
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It started as any other day; fairly quiet and mundane, and although it would be boring to anyone else, you were just happy to see something other than the inside of your apartment. You pulled the car to a stop in the driveway, looking up at the nice yet bland little house that sat before you. It was a good-looking neighborhood just an hour outside of the city, with decently spaced houses and gardens dotting the lawns here and there. And if you were anybody else it’d be your perfect suburban dream.
After a brief moment of struggling to squish your belly past the steering wheel you finally managed to hobble out, “Ha ha! See? Pregnancy isn’t so hard… I make this look easy,” you boasted to yourself with a grand smile as you stepped out of the car. You took a moment to dig your knuckles into your lower back as you exited, trying to chase away the pain you felt. It had started aching something awful on your way out here, cresting and falling in small waves, but it was nothing you couldn’t work around. You’d lay down eventually and you're sure it would right itself in no time.
You waved to the cameras pleasantly as you walked to the front door, clicking the key into the lock and punching in the ever-changing security code Maria gave you. Unlocking with a lighthearted mechanical chirp you stepped inside and looked around.
It was pretty bare bones; just the basic necessities- food, water, a couple of games, and a shelf of books to pass the time with. Curtains were drawn tight over the windows, keeping the place veiled in shadowy darkness and prying eyes out as you took your first few steps in. Closing the door behind you with a soft click you pulled out your phone to text Maria.
‘Testing testing 123,’ you sent, pausing a moment before giving a satisfactory nod as it refused to go through. The jammers seemed to be working just fine. 
Bucky had been thoroughly against it when he heard there’d be signal jammers; he did not want you anywhere you couldn’t contact him with your due date so soon. But Maria assured him (as much as she could) that you’d still be able to call if needed- and vice versa- but that you’d have to use the tapped landline hanging inside the kitchen. 
You hummed softly as you went about your work, ignoring the discomfort that ran down your back and stomach as you moved. You were just about halfway through your list when you felt your belly begin to quake, “Ohhh, hey. Okay, I know you probably wanna sit down, but we’ve barely started,” You winced as you rubbed your stretched-out skin, only to be met with a sharp kick. 
“Ow! Okay! okay, maybe 5 minutes on the couch first…,” You held both your back and your stomach as you waddled toward the couch slowly, surely looking like quite the sight had anyone been around to see it. 
Clink clink clink
You paused as you heard the front door jiggle. 
No one was supposed to be here for hours yet.
It jiggled again, and this time you heard the voices of several people standing outside. 
“There’s a car outside, he’s got to be here” you barely made out as the first voice mumbled, “if not him, then his partner- And I won’t be going back empty-handed,” another chimed in.
“We’ll find a way to keep him silent. Whether with his blood or theirs.”
Your stomach dropped.
They must’ve been HYDRA agents. Were they here for the defector? How on earth did they find this place? 
But there was no time to think as the landline rang loudly from the kitchen. Wincing, you prayed to anyone who would listen that they wouldn’t hear it- but no such luck.
The door rattled again, violently this time, and was followed by mumbled threats to an agent you had never met.
Panic coursed through your body as you waddled quickly through the house, head turning this way and that as you searched desperately for a place to hide. 
‘Can’t fit under the bed, the bathroom is too obvious, the kitchen is too open, I can’t go outside, and I can’t fight my way out…’ Your brain ran through endless possibilities, unhappy with each one as you clutched your stomach.
Pew pew
You recognized the sound of muffled gunshots immediately, they were quieted by a silencer- a terrifying thought- but you recognized them all the same as they shot through the security pad outside the door. 
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you cursed as you bolted toward your last choice, darting into the closest bedroom and tucking yourself behind the closet’s sliding doors, pulling them closed with a swift slam just as the front door busted in. 
‘Deep breaths… Deep breaths…,’ You tried to slow your frantic breathing as footsteps entered the otherwise silent house. You desperately wished there were clothes, anything, in this closet you could hide beneath but it was as bare as the rest of the house. Sitting down, you curled into the furthest corner of the closet you could, forcing your heavy breaths into silence as you raked your brain for any solution you could.
‘Ah! My phone!! I can text for help!’ You scrambled to pull your phone from your pocket and quickly typed out a message to Bucky. Hopefully, he’d alert the others and be the first to come to your rescue. 
“No, no, no, no…” you groaned quietly, “Why isn’t it sending?” You shook your phone angrily as it continued to refuse you and sighed in defeat when you finally remembered the jammers set up throughout the house. Your only hope now was the landline in the kitchen….
“Spread out,” the HYDRA leader commanded as he made his way into the house, picking up your bag that you so carelessly left out, “Find whoever’s here, and do whatever you need to bring them in. As long as they’re breathing, I don’t care how they come back,” He ordered, several pairs of feet breaking away immediately to search through the house. 
You pulled your knees as close to your chest as you could, tears prickling your eyes as you tried to think of a way out. You weren’t even sure when the tears started to run, your mind growing numb as you thought of bad ending after bad ending. Doors slammed on the floor above you, making you flinch as you knew that at any moment it could be yours. You were trapped
But you had to be calm- Bucky would want you to remain calm. You could think of a way out, you knew you could, you just needed to take a deep breath. What would Bucky tell you to do? 
 You had just managed to get yourself somewhat calm again when a sudden wetness took over your lower half. Panic set in again as you scrambled to see over your ballooned belly, fearfully wishing this wasn’t what you thought it was. But as an even worse pain tore through you, like knives jabbing into your pelvis, you knew you weren’t mistaken. 
Your water just broke.
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Technicians clacked away at their keyboards with lightning speed as Maria Hill entered the room. They had called her not too long ago, alerting her of an urgent matter- but even she couldn’t have guessed what this was about. 
“There’s been a security breach…” the head technician announced as she flicked across their various screens to show her. “They weren’t subtle about it, I’m not sure if they wanted us to know or if they just didn’t care, but-“ 
“What did they take?” Maria interrupted, trying to get to the point.
“That’s the thing… they bypassed all our important files, the only file they actually opened was the one containing the safe house addresses…” she looked up at Hill with an expression that could only be described as nauseous, “We tried calling Y/n, but there was no answer…,” she bit her lip as she finished, even she obviously expected the worst.
Maria’s jaw clenched. She knew Barnes was going to kill her as soon as he found out, but she couldn’t just keep it from him either- “Pull up the security footage of house #6… now. Right now….” Her pen clicked nervously in her hand as she waited for it to come up, her stomach dropping as she saw a dark SUV in the driveway, the front door left partially open, and the security panel completely down. 
“Rewind it…” she ordered, clicking her pen faster and- “Shit. This is…. Not ideal…” Maria said, obviously trying to keep her voice level and professional. 
She stood behind her technicians, watching the back-tracked security film play the video of trained agents pulling up to the safe house and shooting in the door. 
“Alert the team… I need to make a call.” 
She slowed the clicking of her pen as the phone rang, barely getting out one full ring before it was immediately answered.
“Where do I need to be?” His voice was low, anger barely being held back on its tight leash. He already expected the worst and unfortunately, this time he was right.
“Sargeant Barnes, we have a situation... I’m sending you the address now.”
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Horns blared as Bucky swerved onto the shoulder, speeding past traffic as he made his way to the safe house. His knuckles were a ghastly white as he gripped the steering wheel like a vice, the creaking of steel beneath his hands the only thing keeping him connected to the present.
He should have never let Maria talk you into it, or at the very least he should have been there to help you. 
“Sergeant Barnes, we have a situation… I’m sending you the address now” Maria said.
“What kind of situation…?” His voice had been deathly low, barely restraining the anger it held. He made a beeline for the car as soon as he saw Maria’s name flash on the screen. He’d had his phone in hand all morning just for this exact scenario.
He could hear her frown through the phone and his skin burned with worrisome anger as she spoke, “HYDRA’s broken into the safe house… we’ve tried to contact Y/n but there was no answer. They’re still there, no one has left, and as far as we know there’s been no shots fired besides at the front door.”
He nodded curtly as he hung up, putting the car into gear and peeling out of the lot with a roaring screech of his tires. He couldn’t count the number of laws he broke as he tore through the city’s endless streets racing against an invisible clock.
Out of nowhere his arm jerked to the side, pulling him from his thoughts as he narrowly missed a stopped car before him. Stunned breaths caught in his chest as he realized what a close call it was, literally inches from disaster. 
His body had acted without thinking, moving almost like it had a mind of its own… it was only when the back of his mind began to itch and squirm did he know why. 
 “Shit...” he sighed. The Winter Soldier must’ve sensed what was going on, digging himself toward the forefront of Bucky’s mind to take over. Bucky was still in control for now, but he wasn’t sure how much longer it would last.
“I guess I owe you a thanks,” he begrudgingly mumbled to himself, focusing once more on the road ahead. He was just 25 minutes out and he prayed he’d get there in time.
Continuing down the road he shifted uncomfortably; the Winter Soldier’s presence didn’t fade, but it didn’t press any further either. It was almost like he was… waiting for permission? 
Bucky shook his head. 23 minutes out.
He knew you trusted the assassin, and after watching the videos of your last interaction he… trusted him too- to a point. But even with this iota of trust, his instincts still had him hesitating to relinquish control. What if it didn’t have a happy ending this time? What if he went too far? What if he couldn’t come back…?  The fear had been ingrained in him so long ago that he wasn’t sure he could ever fully give it up. 
But he may not have a choice anymore. If what Hill said was right then there were at least 6 agents waiting for him and he was completely unarmed. There was only one person he knew that could bring both of you out in one piece…
“Fuck,” Bucky swore. He knew what he had to do. Speeding passed the last car in his way, he pulled out into the empty straight-away before him. Bright blue eyes stared back at him through the rear-view mirror as he sighed, “Don’t make me regret this…” 
Pain rippled through his skull, ringing as if his head was stuck inside a church bell. Haze crept into his sight as the edges of his vision blurred and he let himself fully slide into the backseat of his consciousness. His shoulders shifted slowly, rolling as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter. The soft material caved under his metal fingers with a wretched creak, leaving ripples in the leather-covered metal. 
As the cloud of pain finally passed, burning away like early morning fog, he pulled the rear-view mirror down. A familiar dark aura surrounded his gaze as he watched himself, trained and sharp as he nodded to his reflection. 
He wasn’t Bucky anymore.
“Вы не будете [you won’t].” 
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“No no no no…. Not right now, please. Anything, but this-“ you paused your mumbling as footsteps passed right in front of the room, “-Okay maybe not anything, but still….” 
You held your breath, tensing as another contraction passed through you and you willed yourself not to make a sound, but it was getting harder and harder each time. It dawned on you that you must have been having contractions this whole time. That pain in your back when you started driving down, the quaking of your belly, it was all a part of your labor- you just didn’t realize until your water finally broke.
Tears flowed freely from your eyes, not at the pain but at the horror of your situation; There was no way to get out without being seen, you were far too slow for that in your current state and you were bound to be bagged and shoved in a van as soon as they caught you. However, you couldn’t wait and hope to give birth in this closet either; the moment she comes out she’s going to be a screaming mess and then you’ll both be in a vulnerable state.
‘Where is Bucky…?’ You thought as tears clouded your vision, your fingers redialing him from memory alone even if you knew it would never go through, ‘please, please… I have to do something…’
You dug the heels of your palms into your eyes as you furiously rubbed the tears away, again trying to remain calm. ‘Okay, think… think… maybe I can slip out through the window…? If I’m quiet enough maybe I can take my time with it?’ You thought as you peeked through the slats in the closet doors. 
You hoped that the windows wouldn’t be locked as you looked down at your phone again, trying to time out your contractions, ‘Okay…. After the next one hits we’ll just make a break for the window.. that should be more than enough time to get myself out, right? Thank god I hid on the first floor.’
You waited until your next contraction hit, biting down on your lip to keep yourself quiet. You breathed furiously through your nose to try to keep your composure and began to taste iron as blood spilled into your mouth.  But you didn’t care- you couldn’t afford to.
“Shit, shit, okay…” you breathed as it finally passed, slowly shifting onto your hands and knees, reaching for the knob when- 
Click
You heard the door to the room click open and footsteps come inside. Quickly covering the gasp that threatened to escape, you eased back down slowly. Fear froze your entire body, you didn’t even realize when you started holding your breath, but you weren’t about to let it go now.
You wasted your time and now you were stuck here; dear god were you gonna die in a closet? This is not how you imagined yourself going. 
Through the slats in the closet doors, you watched the agent check the room, under the bed, under the desk- he had just started to leave when he stopped in front of the closet doors, his feet turning to face you.
Your heart squeezed painfully as every part of you waited with bated breath. You heard his hand fall on the knob. This was it. The moment he opened it he was bound to see you. You had nowhere left to hide. 
You only hoped it would be quick. 
You closed your eyes as you heard the closet door begin to open. You were sure you had been seen until- 
“Hm?” The agent said as he turned toward the commotion happening in the other room. His hand left the knob and you watched as his shadow quietly slink away toward the sound of growing struggle and gunfire. 
Was now your chance..?
BANG
‘NOPE!’ You screamed in your head as gunfire went off right outside the room's door, accompanied by the heavy thud of a body and cloth on tile as it was dragged away. Boots squelched against the hall's sleek floors, coming closer until they transitioned to the sound-absorbing carpet of the room. 
Braving a peek through the thin slats you saw blood-covered boots, different ones than the agent just before, but the same terror filled you as you noticed them facing you. 
Your breath burned as you held it still in your lungs, your whole body tense with anxiety. Did someone hear you? Did they know you were here? You had kept yourself so hidden, how did they know?
“Ты не сможешь спрятаться от меня, дорогая... Я узнаю свое солнце где угодно [you can’t hide from me, darling… I’d know My Sun anywhere].”
You knew that voice... You knew that voice..!
Cautiously, holding your stomach close you peeked past the sliver of an opening, “My Star…?” 
He was covered in smatterings of blood from his head to his boots, yet thankfully none of it seemed to be his own. Despite his slightly battered and blood-covered appearance, his darkened eyes swam with reverence and relief as his strange little smile shined brighter than his namesake. You couldn’t be sure exactly when the assassin’s persona had come out, but you were beyond glad he was here.
“My star!” You beamed and scrambled to your feet to launch yourself at the Assassin, only making it halfway off the floor before crumbling back into a tight ball. You yelled, tears flowing once more as you finally put voice to the pain of your contractions, they were coming on much quicker now. 
Obvious worry flashed across his face as he rushed in to catch you, gently easing you onto the floor. Hands roamed over you in a cursory search as he spoke, trying to find the source of your pain, “My Sun? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” 
You whimpered as the pain lingered, wisps of it swirling across your stomach and hips before finally settling away, “Ah…. No, I’m fine- mostly fin…” you shuddered as you clung tight to his arms, trying to stand. 
“I’ve got you…” The Soldier soothed with a murmur, his voice surprisingly sweet in your ear as he whispered soft words, “You’re okay now….” Careful eyes scanned over your body again as you were scooped off the ground by two strong arms, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he saw you were indeed unharmed. 
You couldn’t find it in yourself to care for the way blood stained your clothes and smeared across your skin as you were held fast against his chest. He held you like you were everything delicate about the world, and to him you were. Turning his face into your neck he breathed in every part of you- the fear, the sweetness, the grime, the love; he wanted to breathe in every moment that he had missed.
“My Sun, how long has it been..? You’ve grown so much…,” Adoration pooled in his once frigid eyes as they washed over you. As steady as he could manage he settled you on the small heap of pillows making their home on the bed. His large warm hand was like a godsend as he pressed it against your aching belly, his touch seeming to quell everything- even for just a moment. 
“4 months…” you replied, all your focus was on breathing through your nose while your hands absentmindedly went to remove your pants, finding difficulty when your nearly 9-month belly got in the way. 
“4 months… so this-” His voice paused as he stepped in to help remove your pants. His eyes cast down to your belly, seemingly searching for a moment before looking back up at you, and for once you saw the Winter Soldier’s darkened gaze filled with never-ending light. “I finally get to meet her..?” his voice was uncharacteristically soft as he spoke, his words filled with disbelief, “I get to meet our girl…?” he whispered as if he was scared that speaking too loud would surely jinx it. 
Your lips cracked into a small smile as you watched him, your heart fluttering all the more as he spoke in hushed tones. You nodded as you took his hand against your quaking belly, “It’s time… But I can’t do this on my own,” you looked up at him with big eyes, ones that spoke of urgency and need, “I don’t know if anyone else is coming, and I don't know if we have time to wait for them either,” you said, looking at him in hopes that he’d begin to understand. “I need you to help me when she comes, okay? I… I think I need you to deliver her.”
Light-filled blue eyes faltered as he looked from you to your stomach and back again. His hands were used to taking life from this world, not bringing it in. Not to mention that, unlike Bucky, He did not have the time nor the resources to read parenting books; he was completely unprepared for a mission like this and for once he actually found himself scared. 
“Ah… My Sun, I-” he started. What if he messed it up? What if he hurt her? … What if he really was only good at one thing- killing? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if this went wrong- and he knew his gentler half wouldn’t either.
“I’ll try to walk you through it, okay? Please?” you begged as you squeezed his hand. You were terrified, plain and simple, but between the two of you- you were the only one with hours of anxiety-filled Google searches under your belt and for now, that would just have to do.
His eyes shot back up to yours, searching your gaze for a moment before nodding, “Okay, My Sun… anything you ask…” he promised. And he did, anything and everything you asked of him he was quick to get, whether it was more pillows, washing the blood from his face, or giving you his hand so you could break it as you squeezed.
Your contractions began getting closer and closer until they were only mere minutes apart. Pain ripped through every fiber of your muscles, every shard of your bone, and every cell of your organs as your baby girl squirmed to be free. 
“I can’t… I can’t hold her in anymore…” you said wearily, your hair probably this way and that, but all you knew was how tired you were already. Your eyelids hung half-lidded as you looked up at him, pressing his cool metal hand further into your flushed cheek. You were a mess, you were damp all over and red in the face and grouchy beyond belief but you were still a shining sun in the vibrant sky of his blue eyes.
He nodded and quickly moved between your legs, not letting the sight phase him as he readied himself exactly as you instructed. He was going to be calm for you, despite the way the assassin inside him yelled that he was unprepared. He had done plenty of missions with only a sliver of knowledge to go on- he wouldn’t let it stop him now.
“You’ve done great, My sun. The long part is over and now you have just a little bit more,” he said, giving you words of encouragement- just as you instructed. “You're going to do amazing, and I know that she is going to be as perfect as you in every way,” Despite your request for encouragement there was nothing but complete honesty in his tone. He believed every word he said to you and for the first time in this entire pregnancy, you truly thought you could do this too. 
It took only 4 pushes and the cost of feeling in the Soldier’s fingers before the most blessed cries filled the air. Your baby’s sweet chubby face wailed the world’s sorrows as the Soldier held her delicately in his once-bloodied hands. Despite her red face and angry cries, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He would have taken down a hundred agents- a thousand if it meant he got to see her face for the first time again. 
“Моя прекрасная девочка... Несмотря на то, что ты плачешь и кричишь с первых вдохов, ты - самое замечательное существо, которое я когда-либо видел. [My beautiful girl… even though you cry and scream with your very first breaths you are the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen],” he whispered to her writhing little form, quickly cutting and tying the cord before wrapping her snuggly in your jacket. Her cries quieted and her kicking feet slowed to a stop as the soothing rumble of his voice reached her ears- almost as if she recognized it. 
After a few more frustrated grunts, her formerly closed eyes slid open. Radiant blue’s gazed back at him, like a still ocean they seemed to reflect his own perfectly. “У нее мои глаза... Дорогая, у нее мои глаза [She has my eyes… Darling, she has my eyes],” he looked up at you with a joy so innocent you could never have imagined the things he had done in his lifetime. There was another piece of him in the world now, a piece beyond the bloodshed and dark shadows he knew- something clean and new, and perfect.
Your heart swelled beyond measure as you watched the Winter Soldier hold his tiny daughter, his gaze filled with adoration as if he had never known anything less. He was a sight to behold as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against her little one as she gazed up at him in wonder.
Despite the tiredness you felt deep in your bones you fought hard to stay awake, utterly transfixed by the scene before you. In all your life you couldn’t have imagined today going the way it did, but you couldn’t have asked for a better end to it. 
As you watched the once fearsome Winter Soldier laugh as she gripped his finger with all her might, you could think of nothing to do except pull your phone out and snap a photo- you were going to cherish this photo forever as a memory that would always last.
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powerfultenderness · 7 months
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That Time...
That time you maybe sorta accidentally almost had phone sex with König
Rated: Mature Word Count: 2097 Notes: [Neighbor!König] 1. Chronological order? Never heard of her. 🤷‍♀️ (what happened before he left is an event for another chapter). 2. Sorry for the hiatus. IRL, you know?
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König retreated to his temporary quarters with a sigh. It had been nearly 72 hours since he had proper sleep. A few naps in a jostling humvee was nothing compared to his bed at home. Free of gear and mask, he gently laid down on the stiff bed, wishing he was at home. This mission, already supposed to be a long one, had gone haywire before he even arrived. Meaning he first had to take control of the situation before he could even attempt his mission. Lucky for him, that meant he’d get bonus pay. 
He sighed again as he flopped over on his stomach, arm dangling off the edge of the bed, and eyes drifting to the small, much too small, desk. Some paperwork and a canteen of water sat on top. In the little drawer a pen and, the most important item he carried here, his personal phone.
He blinked and pushed himself up a bit, black paint leaving a small stain in his pillow and reached for the drawer. He had to lean over a bit more to reach, but he found his phone after a few blind taps. After a quick unlock he looked at his only text conversation. Yes, only. Very few people had his personal phone number, and all but one of those contacts communicated with him solely through calls. Ever since he exchanged numbers with you, you texted him quite often. Mostly quick questions: would he like to join you for dinner? Can you stop by real quick? Things of that nature.
He actually hated texting. The keyboard was too small for his big hands and auto correct proved not to be his friend. Still, he put up with even the small amount he did for you. 
He glanced at the time, doing quick mental math to determine what time it was at home. It was late, but not too late, and you had a habit of staying up late. He could- the phone slipped in his hand and, 
Shit!
He quickly sat up as he accidentally called you, finger hovering over the button to end the call. What if you answered? He desperately wanted to hear your voice. He loved his job but,
“König?” 
His stomach flipped and his heartbeat spiked as he faintly heard your voice. He swallowed thickly and put the phone to his ear.
Your voice, slightly creaky, started to panic. “König? Is everything alright? Are you back?” 
“Yes. I’m fine, darling. No, I’m not back yet.” He answered in an even and calm voice, feeling both guilty and touched that you were so worried about him.
You sighed and there was some faint shuffling, “it’s…” you paused and he could just see you biting your bottom lip. “What’s up?” 
“I.” He swallowed nervously again. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” 
The only thing he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears as he waited for your response. 
“König?”
“Yes?”
“Do you…miss me?” Your voice pitched up teasingly; he’d heard the tone enough to know that you were grinning.
Grateful that you couldn’t see how flushed his face was, he took a moment to push himself up the bed enough to lean back against the wall. “Y-yes.” He mumbled into the phone. 
“Aww! That’s sweet!” 
“It is?” 
“Yea.”
His heart, his stomach, his blood, fluttered again as a relieved smile crossed his face. “Do you,” he licked his lips, “do you miss me?”
You coughed on the other end of the call, “uhh…welllll….”
König gasped, “you don’t miss me?!” 
“What! No! Of course I do!” 
“No. You forgot about me the moment I left, didn’t you?” He sniffled dramatically, even placed a hand over his heart even though you couldn’t see him.
“Noo, König! I DO miss you!” You half giggled as he played with you.
“Oh? Then why the pause?”
“Uhm…” 
You looked around the room. His room. You really didn’t know how to explain this without coming off as creepy. (does that mean you are, in fact, creepy?) 
König saying your name, and not one of those cutesy nicknames he often used, drew you out of your thoughts. “I don’t know. It’s just. Uhm. You see.”
Now it was his turn to be worried. “What is it?”
You took a breath, “ok. I. I thought you were coming home tonight.”
He sighed, “I know, angel. I’m sorry, some unexpected-”
“No, no! That’s ok! I’m not upset about that!”
“Then what?” “I mean, I’m not upset at all!” 
“Ah. I was right. You don’t miss me.” 
“König!” 
He chuckled, “what are you trying to tell me?”
“Like I said, I thought you were coming home tonight. So I, uhm, used the key you gave me to cook dinner at your flat. I thought you might like to have dinner in the comfort of your own home.”
König’s heart thumped in his chest. In only a second the image of going home, to see you waiting for him, pampering him, feeding him, caring for him all flashed through his mind. It was an image he very much wanted. Your name quietly slipped past his lips, but you had only paused to take a breath and continued with your rambling.
“But then you didn’t and that’s fine, like, you said you were only estimating when you’d be back and then I started cleaning and, uhmm…” “Don’t tell me you burned down my flat?” 
“No!” You barked out a laugh, a little thankful that he interrupted before you could fully embarrass yourself. 
You sighed, you knew he wouldn’t drop it now. Sure enough you heard him once again asking you to just tell him. Instead you pulled your phone away from your face and turned on the camera. You snapped a quick selfie and after a breath, sent it to him. 
König’s phone buzzed in his hand just as he called your name again. He blinked and opened the text message you just sent him. His eyes widened and he quietly gasped as instead of a text, you sent a picture. It was nothing provocative, but it was you. Of you in bed. His bed. His blanket pulled up to your neck as you smiled sheepishly into the camera.
“-And then I got tired and laid down in your room.” You finished your explanation, unaware that König was still staring at the picture you sent. Unaware that he was now imagining what his life could be like if instead of staying on base after a long shift, he spent the extra time to go home and crawl into bed with you. 
“König?” You asked, voice tight with anxiety. “Are you mad at me? I’ll leave! And I’ll wash-” “No! No! I’m not mad! You can sleep there!”  Please sleep there!
“Are you sure? I get it, if I crossed a line-”
“I’m sure. Don’t leave. It’s late and it’s cold out.” 
It was late, sure, but it wasn’t cold; it was still summer. It was an excuse you both accepted.
“I am just surprised. You hate sleeping in your day clothes.” He tried to joke, to reassure you that he absolutely did not mind you sleeping in his bed. At least someone was enjoying it. Even if he did wish that he could enjoy it with you. 
You coughed nervously again, “well…”
Dear God. If you told him that you were sleeping naked in his bed? He’d abandon his post, steal a helicopter and fu-
“I kinda borrowed one of your shirts to wear as a nightgown. Is. Is that ok?” 
Oh. That made more sense than you climbing into his bed naked. He took a deep breath. “Of course, darling.”
You sighed in relief. The fact that he switched back to your normal nickname put you at ease. "Oh, good. It really makes for a comfy nightgown, so I can sleep in your comfy bed." 
You teased and chuckled at the groan he let out, assuming that it was his bed that he was missing. 
König chuckled with you, relaxing against the wall, and licked his lips as he felt another spike of anxiety flutter in his stomach. “Did you borrow a pair of my shorts too?” 
“What! No!” You laughed, “are you kidding? This shirt is so big on me, it can be a dress.” 
He closed his eyes and let his head drop against the wall. “Good. That is good.” 
“What? Why?”
He hummed as he imagined crawling into bed, flipping you onto your back so he could settle between your bare thighs, his hand grabbing a fistful of your smooth soft flesh until he was gripping your hip. 
“König?”
He froze, only now realizing how hard he was getting and where his free hand had been. He cleared his throat, “ah. It’s nothing, darling. I just want you to be comfortable.” 
“Me? How comfortable are you right now?” 
“Not very.” He answered honestly. The bed he was currently sitting on was too small for him, it was both stiff and lumpy, and the blanket was thinner than his shirt. “My couch is more comfortable than this.” 
“I mean, you do have a really comfortable couch.” 
“Hm. Especially with you on it too.” 
You blinked, stomach alight with butterflies. You must have heard him wrong, or he must have misspoke. He must have meant that his couch was more comfortable even if he had to share it with you. “Well, there is enough room for both of us.” 
“Yea.” He agreed, eyes closed as he thought about the night he left. Of the little shorts you had been wearing, so short that his hand hit the elastic of your panties before the fabric of your shorts when he “casually” dragged his hand up and down your body. “Enough for you to lie down with me.” 
You let out the quietest little gasp, a shiver running down your body as you remembered the feeling of his hands on you. “Oh. Yea…I was…kinda on top of you, though.” 
König grunted, now palming himself through his pants. He had a hard time forgetting the feeling of you grinding your hips into him. “A perfect fit.” 
That night had started out normal enough. Maybe it was the calming scent of the candle, or the steady rainfall and rolling thunder. It was not a cold night, but you still just wanted to cuddle with him. And he obliged.
You sighed over the phone, into König’s ear. He was so solid. And warm. You bit your lip, thighs clenched at the memory of his meaty thigh between your legs. 
Just a breathy whisper of his name had his eyes rolling back into his head, his free hand desperately pulling at his belt. 
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“König!” The voice of one of his men interrupted him before he could even fully undo his belt (thankfully). 
He growled and pulled the phone away from his face, “shit! What!” 
You jumped when König started yelling, there was some shuffling and more shouting. It gave you a moment to collect yourself, to realize what you were about to do, and think of an excuse to get off of this phone call.
An excuse you didn’t need, as he sighed and put the phone back up to his ear. “Listen, darling, I have to go.” 
You nodded, you expected as much after all that commotion. “Be safe.” 
“Yea. You too.” 
You stared at your phone once the call disconnected. He was always worried about you even though he was the one running into what you presumed to be an active war zone. You felt a little guilty that if things hadn't been so urgent on his side, you were about to end the call before things got even more intimate. (It was late! And you had to work in the morning!) What if you made it up to him?
Before you could chicken out, you quickly turned on the light and set your phone up on the nightstand to get a picture of you on the bed. You hadn’t borrowed one of his t-shirts, but a tank top, with a comfortable scoop neck on him. But on you? It dropped deep enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. 
Then you snapped a few pictures and choose the most flattering flirtatious one and quickly sent it to him, with the message: “thanks for letting me borrow your shirt!” 
To say that König was surprised when he returned to base was an understatement. How in the world was he supposed to concentrate on his work now?! 
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thatguywhofedme · 8 months
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A lardy death to go
Chapter 1
The first experience
It was your first day on the job as a food delivery driver
You were excited for it and it was a job you needed, but you also heard about the horror stories a delivery driver could go through sometimes and you were expecting the worst
But you know there was also a good side to your line of work, seeing all the food you could get after work, getting to know your area more and especially when it comes to meeting new people, you never know what could happen and that was part of the excitement
Your first day went pretty well, you had your run of the mill customers (guy who doesn't tip, Karen's,etc.) But you had one final delivery that popped up and it was a big one, you had to park your car backwards at McDonald's just so you can fit the entire order in, then it was just a matter of following the gps
You thought it could have been for a party or something like a normal person would think, but my god you were wrong
You got in the driveway and realized that there was only one van parked in front of the house and thought it was weird but okay
You approached the front door and rang on the doorbell
You heard someone yelling "the door is uuuuff unlocked, you can bring it into the UUURRPP living room"
With that said, you opened the door and thought to yourself that the voice sounded out of breath just from talking which was odd to you
When you entered the house and went into the living room, that's when it all became clear to you
You saw someone sitting on their couch, demolishing what could have been the third kfc bucket and licking their fat finger after finishing the last chicken breast
"Aaaaahhh thank you for BOOOAARRPP coming in, I hate heaving my FFFFRRRRRHHHHHTTT fat ass from the couch to pick up my order"
It wasn't hard to understand why, with that fat face being lowered by a double chin that resembled a stack of pancakes, arms bigger than your own thighs, a belly that was resting between some jiggly, meaty thighs completed with a gigantic ass that was wider than the person who's on top of it
It was your first time seeing someone this big outside of sometimes watching "my 600lbs life", but you weren't hating it, on the contrary, you became really excited and horny by the sight of this behemoth
"Of course, the pleasure is all mine and I can understand not wanting to move after a good meal" you said after winking at them
They became flustered and started rubbing their big belly
"Well, I'm glad we can agree on this, but don't you think for a second this was a "good meal" for me, that was just an appetizer" they said giggling
"Well in that case, you better order up, we wouldn't want you to go hungry" you said as you slapped their belly
"I'll be back when you order something else, don't keep me waiting"
You left as they were completely in shock while being incredibly turned on, so much so they started digging into the order you just brought up and stuff themselves silly no matter how dirty they became
You got in your car and we're also in shocked, especially because of how you acted towards them, so confident, dominant and controlling
You kind of scared yourself a little, but you felt amazing and you couldn't wait for the fat whale to order more so you can tell them to eat up
Chapter 2
The routine
You became a regular at their house, delivering feast after feast each day for them to stuff themselves
You were also becoming an unabler to their diet, buying butter and lard to make the orders a "little" more fattening for your own pleasure
They told you they used to weigh 523lbs when they met you, but now, after 8 months, they were now at 612lbs, which they couldn't be more happy about
She explained to you what a feedee and feeder was after you asked them why they were willing to gain so much weight and that's when you realized you were a feeder And loving it
One night after finishing your delivery and realizing they were your last one, you decided to stay a little longer and see if you could feed them yourself
You opened the door and got into the living room where you saw them eating like the slobby pig they are
Their belly was enormous, almost reaching their ankle when they sat down
Their face has become even fatter, so much so they were now slurring their words sometimes because of how much they've grown
Their ass has become a new shelf, with packs of leftover food laying on it
Literally everything on their body has grown much fatter
"Heeeyy gorgeous… I'm sho happy to see UUUUURRPPPP your sexy ass in FFFRRRHHHTT aaaaahhh my living room"
Without saying a word, you go over and feed them the rest of their huge burger with some "small" sausages on the side
You didn't even wait for them to finish eating, you stuff bite after bite in their mouth whether their ready or not
You could hear them moaning and you also got a lot hornier as the minutes passed by
After the burgers, it was time for the sausages
"UUUUFFFF please, I'm…. not….. sure BUUUAAAARRRRRRPPPP I'll be….. able to finish all….. of this……"
"Listen carefully, because I won't say it twice
you wanted me as your feeder, you got it, you wanted me to personally deliver all your food, you got it
But now, I want you to finish everything I brought for you, otherwise, let's just say the food you see is not the only thing that's gonna go in your mouth, I found other ways of making you eat you massive pig !!!"
They couldn't believe how more dominant you have become and with what you said, you heard them almost yell, but realize they had just came on the sofa
"I'm sorry, did you just cum without me letting you ?"
They bit their lip and looked at you, face all red and sweaty with terrified eyes, they knew they had fucked up, even if they truly couldn't control themselves around you
"I…I…….yes i did"
You took the huge sausages beside them and began forcing them in their mouth one by one
"You better swallow every last one of them, you're already in for a big punishment, but I still want you to eat all of them you greedy pig"
Has they started to choke a little from the sheer amount you were putting in their mouth, their cheeks becoming so swollen they were turning red and with them struggling to breath, you knew you were doing the right thing for them to grow at the pace you want
After all the sausages have gone through their gullet, you saw them puffing just from having to breath because of how painfully stuffed their stomach was
"HUFFF…..HUFF…..HUFF….FUCK….ME……PLEASE…..FFFFRRRRRHHHHHTTT"
you heard them yell at you as they couldn't speak quieter then that from how exhausting it would have been
You took their meaty, jiggly, cellulite riden thighs apart as much as you could and lifted their gut up with a lot of effort, but when your head went in between, you knew they were going to get it tonight, they couldn't have all this fat to play with and not have someone fuck them senseless
When you started doing your thing, you felt perfectly at home, you knew there had to be more, more fat to love, enjoy, fuck and jiggle
You simply needed to make them fatter, even fatter than in your wildest fantasies and you knew they felt the same way
Chapter 3
Life goes on.... For now....
It had been a year ever since you fucked them senseless and in that time, you wouldn't have imagined what would happen afterwards
You didn't just deliver to their house anymore, you're now their caretakers and live in their house
Helping them with everything 24/7
It could be something as simple as helping them get up from the bed using the railings connected to them and the bariatric walker, going in the shower with them as they put their wide ass on the shower chair that was specially fitted for them while you take a sponge and wash in between their many, many rolls of jiggly lard, as well as letting them know their doing an amazing job as your fat piggy with a little "helping hand" from under their now almost unreachable fupa
Or it could also mean helping them with the oxygen tank they need to have with them at all times if they don't want to pass out from the exhausting movement that is moving their near immobile body from one room to another by changing the bottles when their empty
In any case, you're there to make sure they eat more each meal and get fatter by the hours
Speaking of which, you've grown darker with every pound they've gained and every fantasy they told you
From getting treated like a literal pig by never taking a shower, eating from a trough, doing everything on the floor form eating to fucking and making piggy sounds to being so fat, their heart struggles and hurts all the time and to suffocate the pain they can only open their mouth and let everything flow through to relieve the pain
As you were preparing their next feast, you were mesmerized by the enormous sight on the broken couch
They had grown so much ever since you became their at home feeder
Especially since the last bariatric scale you've gotten, which had a capacity of 750lbs said "error" while trying to weigh them a couple of months ago
They were finishing up their second cake by hand like the good piggy they were, and even that was getting difficult from them as their arms were becoming really heavy with all that fat hanging and their fingers becoming too fat to make any kinds of movement
Their flabby chest hanging on both sides of their body while their stretchmarks riden belly was touching the floor as they're cellulite covered ass was taking the entirety of the couch
They were always out of breath no matter what they did, with all that lard crushing their insides, you could understand why they had their cannula at all times, but that's perfect, you thought they look beautiful with their unhealthy look, bite after bite nearing another heart attack
Yes, I did say another, two months ago, while getting funnel fed a lard shake and getting fucked by you, they started to say how tight their chest was becoming as they swallowed the liquid, but as they were about to finish, they started to touch their chest where their heart was
"HONN..UUUURRRPPP..EEYYYY…..my heart….it'sh beating really….fassht….I think…..FRRRTTHHH…thish..ish….it……AWWWWW FUCK"
You weren't scared at all, ok the contrary, you took the tube out of their mouth, took the pizza nearby and started force feeding them while their heart was giving out
"YESSS, that's the moment we've been waiting for
EAT !!!! I want you to eat everything I give you no matter how bad it hurts
I want to see your heart pop as you take your last breath doing what you do best, stuffing your pig mouth"
You heard a moan escaping their mouth as they were clutching their heart, swallowing as fast as they could as you fed them with no signs of mercy
But after a while, they seem to have regained their composure and their heart wasn't hurting as much anymore
"HUFFFF….you know…..what…that meansh…?"
"What's that gorgeous ?"
"I'm not…..fat …..enough …yet…..feed…BOOOAARRPP……me….more…please
Feed…me….into my….early grave…like the slobby….mmmh…disgusting……piggy I am…..oink….oink"
From that day on, you've been even more unforgetful whit your feeding method
You've been putting weight gain powder,lard and melted butter in EVERYTHING
They were all but too happy to oblige and take everything you were giving them
You both knew there was no coming back, you had to make them so fat justovijg a little would cause some the risk of another heart attack to appear
You had to close those arteries and cover their heart in unhealthy coats of fat
You had to make them as unhealthy as possible no matter what it took
This is your piggy and the fun was just getting started
Chapter 4
The fatal one
As you walk through the hallway with your trolley with gallons of lard shakes, you realized how lucky you are of having the life you got
You're the caretaker to an immobile piggy who hasn't moved in a long time, their health getting worse by the day just the like you both want, it's gotten so bad that you had to fit a mechanized crane on top of them if you wanted to clean them or fucked them
Their health was now a mountain of obesity related issues
Ranging from at least type 2 diabetes, hypertension that as gone through the roof, multiple strokes a year which they called "ooopsies" which was the cutest name for them, their breathing was now so bad, the cpap was struggling to feed them fresh air
All in all, you've done an amazing job of feeding them without any restrictions and they did their part of keeping that belly packed to the point of exploding at any given time
You both knew they were certainly on the verge of having "the big one" as you called it as you entered their fully furnished bariatric room and looked at the display on top of them showing "1126 lbs" in bright red
"Hello there piggy, hope your ready for me to turn the feeding machine back on"
They could only blink as they couldn't really do anything anymore
Their body so completely engulfed by fat even talking was a restraint as the fat was pushing against their vocal cords and their arms were standing up, not because they wanted to, but because all the fat surrounding them was keeping them up with how much of the stuff there was
Their belly was so impressive it was spilling on both sides of their bariatric bed which was an achievement on itself
You've grown them to such an epic proportion even the bariatric bed was creaking just from how much weight there was to support
The bed's side rails had broken a long time just from the sheer force that was pushing on them when they tried to adjust themselves on the bed one last time before you both decided it was best to let the piggy themed face mask, which was both a feeding tube and an air cannula forcing as much oxygen as possible just for their lungs to feel something to work with, at all times to make them bloated at all times
You saw that the feeding tank was nearly empty, so you started taking the containers and pour the unhealthy liquid one after the other
You knew it was working when you hear a small moan coming front them meaning the flow was much better
After you were done, you sat on a nearby seat and started talking
"I know you don't have much time and you could die at any given times, which is why instead of being your bad death feeder, I wanted to thank you
Thank you for being your amazing self and becoming the fattest person to wanna eat themselves to death
Thank you for being the best feedee someone could ever ask for, you just kept on stuffing yourself no matter how hard it got or how bad it hurts,
But mostly, thank you for giving me this incredible opportunity, I couldn't have dreamed of a better life and it's all thanks to you
I love you and I'm by your side no matter what happens"
Tears started coming out and when you looked at them to see their reaction
They were also crying, their eyes getting red, the heart monitor going even faster
they were also trying to say something that was muffled by all the fat surrounding their face
You got up and told them
"Sorry baby, I couldn't hear you properly"
And in a very low whisper they said
'i…………..love …………..you………….too………."
You smiled, lifted their mask which hasn't been turned on yet and give them a passionate kiss
You were so happy in that moment and nothing could have changed that
But then, as the mask wasn't on them
They started to breath in an even more unsettling way
Their eyes started bulging as the hear monitor became ballistic with bpm's of 196 started showing
THIS WAS IT !!!!!!
You started the feeding machine back on and the lard began pouring again as they were truly struggling to stay alive, you were hornier than you've ever been and started straddling as much of their big belly as you could
Their face became reder and reder by the seconds, then it became purple with lard coming out of their mask as they struggle to swallow with what was happening
Until you saw the life in their eyes disappear and the heart monitor do a "beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………" as you knew it had been fatal
Even as their body began turning white, you decided to let them machine on to finish the liquid
After 30 minutes, the tank was empty and the only part of their body with some color was their gut as you could see the redness of how bloated it was, but also surprised at the fact that it didn't explode from the inside
Unfortunately, after 9 years of being their feeder
it was all over
you were sad about it even if you knew this was coming a looooong time ago
You've lost them, but have accomplished your ultimate goal and their most important wish in life
feeding them to death
Chapter 5
Who's next ?!?
After what happened, you decided to go and not look back, not knowing what could have happened to you if you would have stayed until the police, medical crew and crane have arrived to lift their corpse out of their house
You kept it low key, out of the eye of anyone for 10 months, finding shelter in an old apartment building situated in a small town far away from where it all happened until you felt it was safe to go out again
You looked online for some news article about anything that could be related to you and them
Nothing ?
Surprisingly, no one as talked about it online, not even a news article
You were surprised but relieved at the same time
That's when you got out of your apartment and decided to go to the local grocery store for some supplies
You walked through the isles, looking for what you could have during the week
You were also reminiscing about your feedee while passing the lard on one of the shelves
You could never forget all the incredible experiences you've experienced while being with them
You smiled and chuckled remembering everything
Then, in one of the isle, your heart stopped
From the back, you saw a massive form on a mobility scooter, basket full of snacks and fattening food
You couldn't contain yourself from the sight of another morbidly obese person in front of you
It's been so long
You were craving it
The need to feed someone to another fatal heart attack
You found your next feedee and this time, you were going to make them even fatter
Even slobbier
Even more unhealthy
You had all the experience you needed and you were going to make this happen no matter what
This was the beginning to a new chapter of your life
You were more than ready for another piggy 🐽
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jjunieworld · 1 month
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32. just ask and i’ll show you ⸝ ˚⋆ 
↳ mostly written, some texts. word count: 2.9k
please read the author’s note at the bottom!!!
warnings: this chapter is basically smut lmao. kinda soft??, unprotected sex (stares), marking, kinda switch!soobin and switch!reader(?) idk there isn’t really sub/dom dynamics, fingering, petnames (baby), creampie, cockwarming, aftercare
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the whole car ride over to soobin’s—yes, he finally did get a new car—you had to convince him the entire time that you did want to date again. “soobin, we are literally driving over to your place to have sex… are you kidding me?” you laughed. your face was extremely flushed with the whole conversation and you’re sure that if soobin’s eyes weren’t on the road he would comment on it.
soobin’s eyes glanced over at you briefly at the same time he as pushed his glasses up his nose bridge. “i’m just making sure! we’ve only hung out a couple times since the whole sunghoon thing, and now we’re about to get down and dirty!” he smiled, chuckling. you scrunched up your face a little, “do not say down and dirty… and i wouldn’t have called you my boyfriend if i didn’t want to date—“ you whipped towards him, “—do you not want to be my boyfriend?”
soobin scoffed playfully as if offended as he glanced over at you again, “are you kidding me? no like seriously…” you giggled and leaned your head against the passenger’s seat as you looked at him. “then that’s settled! we’re boyfriend-girlfriend!” you exclaimed. soobin shook his head slightly and laughed, “good, because i can park the car and we can go right here, right now—again—if there’s still any confusion.”
you pushed his shoulder lightly, letting out a loud gasp. “you’re nasty! why would you bring that up!” you hid your burning face with your hands and looked away towards the passenger’s side window. soobin’s laugh grew, “i’m just saying! you didn’t believe then, and that was after we already had sex. in the bed, in the shower, in the car… just ask and i’ll show—“
“stop!” you yelled and the car was filled with laughter. “i get it, i get it!” embarrassment—and something else that you won’t name—filled you. “just drive the damn car!” you added.
as soobin unlocked his door you were anxious with anticipation. were you two moving too fast? you haven’t even kissed yet! soobin pushed the door open and turned to you, grabbing your hands. “we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” soobin said seriously. you stepped inside, him behind you.
you were ready, it’s felt like a lifetime without him and you didn’t want to wait another second. turning to him, you said, “i want to. i’m ready.” soobin shut and locked the door. he then took your hands in his again, a wide smile on his face. “i missed you so much!”
he started walking backwards, you following. giggling, you replied, “you did?” soobin nodded, laughing lightly. he looked at you like you had just asked him the silliest, most obvious question ever. “i did!” he replied. you didn’t realize that he was leading you to his bedroom until he opened the door while still looking at you. “and i missed taking your clothes off, too!”
“oh!” you laughed, holding a hand to your mouth as he pulled you inside and shut the door. “how romantic…” you teased. soobin chuckled and pulled you into a kiss, his fingers going under your shirt to hold your bare waist.
he pulled away and grabbed your hand, pressing his lips to your fingertips. “we can just talk and hang out if you’re not ready,” soobin spoke softly. you just gave him a look, “i’m ready!” before he could ask you again you started to take off your clothes until you were left in just your matching black bra and underwear.
soobin’s eyes widened at you as his eyes shamelessly looked you up and down. his hands hovered at the sides of your waist where they were before. you raised your eyebrows at him. as if a lightbulb turned on in his head, he blinked a couple times and then jumped into action. quickly pulling off the white flowy button up he was wearing, soobin’s lips were on yours in an instant.
his hands traveled your body as he backed you up towards the bed. when the back of your knees hit the bed, your lips pulled from his as you forcibly sat down. you looked up at him and he stared down at you with wide eyes. “fuck…” soobin muttered and he pulled his pants down. your eyes trailed down his body and to his huge bulge that looked like he was gonna rip his boxers.
you pull your panties off and move backwards on the bed, watching as he took his boxers off and his cock sprung out in full glory. soobin crawls towards you on the bed, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before pulling away and moving down. “no…” you breath and he looks up at you from between your thighs, confused. “i need you… not your mouth,” you add shyly. you’ve been dripping with need since he had picked you up from your dorm room.
soobin lifted his head and tried to hide his smirk. he pressed soft kisses to your skin as he made his way back up your body, stopping at the band of your bra. “can you take this off for me?” soobin asks in a low voice and looks at you. your whole body felt on fire as you nodded. soobin pulled away for you to sit up.
you reached behind you for the clasp, soobin’s eyes never leaving yours, and undid it. tossing the bra to the floor with the rest of your clothes, the two of you were now completely naked. you felt the heat of soobin’s stare over your body and squirmed under him slightly. pulling his head towards yours, your lips met his to try and smooth some of the awkwardness.
soobin’s hard cock kept brushing against your stomach, making you whine lowly. “soobin…” you whimpered and pulled away. his lips were on your neck then, sucking pretty marks onto them. “let me get you ready, baby,” he said, his hand trailing down your stomach. you moaned at his touch, arms wrapping around his neck and face burying deep into it.
his thumb rubbed circles into your clit as he moved to press his lips on yours, seemingly satisfied with his work on your neck. you moaned against his lips at the sensation and soobin took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.
when you started to roll your hips up, whimpering into his mouth, he pushed two fingers into you with a smile on his lips. you couldn’t help the lewd moan that came out of you as he pumped them in and out of you. you threw your head back onto the pillow with your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. “fuck… that feels so good,” you murmured.
soobin continued, humming as he kissed and marked your breasts. you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened and moaned out, “i-i’m gonna cum…” soobin pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss. he shushed you lightly, lips pecking yours, “i wanna feel you.”
looking down, soobin lined the tip of his hard cock with your entrance. he started to slide it inside you, watching your face for any discomfort. once he bottomed out, he stayed like that—unmoving, for a moment to let you adjust. “i really did miss you,” soobin whispered, brushing his nose with yours.
giving him a kiss, all you could do was chuckle lightly. you were too distracted with how fucking badly you needed him to start moving. too distracted with the feeling of him inside you again. running your fingers through his hair, you said, “if you d-don’t start moving, you’re gonna start missing me again.”
laughing as your motion pulled his head back slightly, glasses falling down on his nose bridge, his hips started to roll into your lightly. breath hitching, you shuddered out an exhale as your eyes squeezed shut. you wrapped your legs around his hips tightly.
soobin’s head fell into the crook of your next, heavy breathing and whimpers coming from his mouth as he thrusted faster. you let out a moan as your fingernails dug into soobin’s back. at this moment, you couldn’t even feel bad at it. all you could think about was how soobin’s cock was ramming in and out of you and how good it felt.
that familiar knot tightened and so did your grib on soobin. you whimpered out, not able to speak as your walls clenched around his thickness. soobin moaned at the feeling, bringing his lips down on yours into a sloppy kiss. “i’m so close, baby…” he whimpered. “cum for me… cum on my cock, baby.”
his thrusting didn’t stop. the tip of his cock hit perfectly against your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back slightly and squeeze shut. he was just so big. soobin’s hand came down to your breast, stimulating your perked nipple. you moaned loudly as you squirmed under him, you couldn’t take anymore.
whimpering against soobin’s shoulder, your sweet release covered his cock in creamy white. soobin threw his head back in a moan. “y/n…” he whimpered. you could fell his cock twitch as your walls clenched more around him. a moment later, warmth pooled inside you as soobin filled you up even more. “f-fuck…” he whined lowly, pressing his forehead to your as his eyes squeezed shut.
after a couple moments of laying like that, and of catching your breaths, you started to squirm again. grinding your hip up slightly, you pressed kisses to soobin’s cheek. “want more?” soobin asked, a little breathy, and you nodded.
he flipped the two of you over so that you were now straddling him. cum dropped out of you and onto soobin’s lower stomach. soobin gripped your hips and started moving them back and forth, “ride me, baby.” you pressed the palms of your hands onto his stomach as you began rolling your hips back and forth, eyebrows furrowed and moans on your lips from how sensitive you were.
you moved faster, stomach tightening as you looked down at him, “b-binnie, it feels so g-good…” your thighs were burning, but you didn’t care. soobin’s hands were aiding you and you were sure you were gonna have bruises at your hips from how hard his fingertips were pressing into your skin. “mmm, k-keep going,” soobin whimpered out, a moan following. he stared up at you through hooded eyes, glasses slid down his nose, and his mouth open. “keep going, baby.”
you fell down onto his chest when you began to clench around him again. soobin wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, his hand rubbing circles into your back as he started thrusting upwards. “you did good, baby. let me help you,” he whispered huskily in your ear between moans. not a moment later, you felt yourself cumming around him again with trembling thighs.
“f-fuck, y/n…” he whispered in a low voice. his hands moved to hold your hips, keeping your body steady as he slid in and out of you. filthy sounds filled the room and a moment later soobin’s thrusts faltered slightly as he came inside you again. soobin slid you back down onto his cock and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a kiss that made you shudder to it. he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.
“thank you, binnie. that was amazing,” you said once your heavy breathing resided. you turned to look at his side profile. “there’s no need to thank me, but it was amazing. better than the first time,” soobin replied and you giggled. “first three times,” he added cheekily and you sat up slightly. “what did i say earlier!” you exclaimed as your face heated.
he laughed, the sound vibrating your body and making you bite your lip. “what! it was three times. i’m just clarifying!” he laughed harder once you slapped his shoulder lightly. you laid back down on his chest and tried not to think about the fact that he was still inside you.
soobin was playing with the tips of your hair, when he said softly, “i’m sorry about the whole sunghoon thing again… i don’t know, i guess i was just blinded by everything. i really thought i was about to lose you.” a smile spread over your face and the two of your hearts beat in sync. “it was never gonna be him. it will always be you, soobin,” you stated. you watched as the smile formed on his face, yours growing with it.
“you know, the night of your birthday… when nobody could find you until taehyun did… i know you didn’t want to see me, so i made him go out and search the streets for you. i was a complete mess, but i was so relieved when he found you,” soobin breathed, his eyes closing like he revisiting the feelings. “he said he was letting you sleep in his dorm since you didn’t want to go back to yours and i just had to see you. had to make sure you were alive. you were asleep when i got there, but i just couldn’t leave you alone… not after what just happened…”
soobin opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. “i just sat there, head laying on the table, watching you, making sure you were breathing. the entire night. i couldn’t even sleep, could barely blink. just stayed like that until morning. taehyun said i had to be gone before morning cause he didn’t want you to wake up pissed, but i stayed longer anyways. until i saw you start to stir.”
if you thought back on it, very very vaguely you could remember warmth on your forehead and the sound of the door closing softly. soobin pulled away slightly so he could look at you. “i even wrote you a note for you to take the medicine i left out that i made look like it was from taehyun and forced myself to leave. i’m really really sorry, y/nie. words will never be able to express how sorry i am.” you pressed your lips to his softly as you cupped his cheek.
“i forgive you, i already told you that. it’s okay,” you spoke. you thought back to the morning after your birthday. soobin wrote the note? your mind conjoured the image and you almost wanted to laugh at how you didn’t even realize that it was his handwriting. your heart warmed at the fact that he watched over you that night, even if past you would’ve been pissed about it. “i know,” soobin said, forehead pressing to yours. “i just needed to tell you.”
soobin sat the two of you up, you letting out a gasp and him a small moan as the both of you realized that he was still inside of you. steadying yourself, you looked down as you began to slide off of him, the sticky cum between the two of you spreading. soobin’s eyes were squeezed together when you looked at him, mouth pressed together tightly. you had to stifle your own moans.
once soobin was completely out of you—and your fingers were no longer digging into his shoulders and his your hips—he took you to his bathroom so the two of you could shower together. soobin gave you his clothes to wear and the two of you were on his couch, cuddled up next to each other as a movie played on the tv that the two of you weren’t watching.
you were giggling as he told you about all of his tweets he made when the two of you were apart that he made. “it was really bad…” soobin trailed. “and to make it worse, i went to the beach to think of you and you were actually there! i thought i was imagining things so i was just staring at you for like ten minutes straight trying to figure out if you were real or not.” you laughed at that and pressed your lips to his smiling ones.
“so that was the eyes i was feeling on me!” you exclaimed and soobin nodded while chuckling. “yeah… and then i was like ‘no… now this is getting creepy’ so i left. but i did get a picture of you!” soobin pulled out his phone to show you and your laugh grew louder. “oh my god, you stalker!” you said teasingly and then rested your head on his shoulder. “i’m happy you were there for me during my bad moments… even if i didn’t know it,” you smiled at him.
soobin kissed your forehead, “always. i’ll always be there. i love you, y/nie. you already have my heart.” you giggled a little. “i love you too, and you know you already have mine.” and in the setting sunlight, your hearts called out to each other in sync.
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summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.
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have your cake (and eat it too)
don't ask where i got this idea from
history professor!nico hischier x college!reader
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"as always, read the next chapter to prepare for next week's classes. there will be homework assigned next week over the content. office hours are from noon to two if anyone has any questions. have a good weekend everybody."
you sighed, taking your time to put away your pencil, notebook, and water bottle. most of the classroom had cleared out by the time you stood and swung your bag onto your back. there was a guy standing talking to the professor, so you made your way out of the classroom and down the hall. professor hischier's office was one you knew all too well, as you found yourself there quite often. it's not because you didn't understand the material, you were a history major after all. you just liked to pretend you didn't.
when you first walked into class at the beginning of the semester, you weren't expecting to find the teacher attractive. extremely attractive, in fact. and to be completely fair, you had gotten a bit behind on the material at first. you zoned out too much while staring at him and needed to catch up on what you had missed. but you soon because quite talented at multi-tasking, able to take notes and actually hear what was coming out of his mouth while staring. but now, you were doing everything you could to find a little extra time around him. you almost wished you had more time left at the university so you could take every class he had to offer. unfortunately, this was your last semester before graduating, and the time was almost over. graduation was just a few weeks away, and your time in front of professor hischier was dwindling.
you took a seat in the chair outside his door, waiting for him to make his way back to his office like he always did. he appeared around the corner only a few moments later, but the guy that was talking to him previously was behind him. still, you offered him a smile as he unlocked the door.
"y/n, give me just a moment to finish helping ben and then i'll be with you."
"of course, no problem." he opened the door and allowed ben inside, then the door was shut again. you pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media posts you had missed while in class to pass the time. you didn't mind having to wait, as long as you got a bit of time to talk to him. only five minutes passed before that chance came. that door opened once again and ben walked out, leaving the door open for you to answer. you stood, sliding your phone in your pocket and making your way to your normal spot in his office.
the office wasn't small, by any means, but it wasn't huge either. it was enough to comfortably fit his desk and chair, two chairs for students or other faculty, and two bookshelves behind those chairs. he had a few plants on the bookshelves and you enjoyed seeing how much they had grown since your first visit in january.
"so, y/n, what are we discussing today?"
"nothing much today." he looked intrigued by your answer. usually, you would keep him as long as you could. whether that be until his office hours were over or another student showed up for help. you would never take away from a student that actually needed help from the professor just because you wanted to listen to his voice. so to say he was a bit surprised to hear you say you wouldn't be here long was a bit of an understatement.
"really? you understood everything today?" you nodded, sitting your bag on the ground by your feet. he smirked a bit, but you didn't see it as you bent over to unzip your back and rifle through it. "you know, despite all the hours you spend in here each week, you happen to be one of my best students." you sat up with a smile, your folder held in your hand.
"guess all my questions are paying off then." you weren't able to decipher the look he gave you then, as it was somewhere between a smirk and a smile.
"i suppose so."
"that's why i wanted to give you this." you opened your folder and pulled out the envelope with his name written neatly across the front, holding it out to him across his desk. he looked it it for a second before uncrossing his arms and taking it from you.
"what's this?"
"open it!" you urged. he reached out and pulled a letter opener from the pencil holder in the corner of his desk, opening the envelope and returning it to its place. he pulled the the cardstock from the envelope, being met with your smiling face and the words 'you're invited."
"your graduation party. you want me to come?" boy, wasn't that a loaded question. you just nodded.
"i'm inviting all my favorite teachers. plus, you've helped me a lot this semester. you should at least get some cake out of it." he looked back down to the invitation in his hands.
"i'll do my best to make it," he finally said. you smiled wide.
"perfect. thank you again, by the way, for everything." you leaned over, putting your folder back in its place and zipping your bag closed. you stood and made your way to the door. "see you on tuesday!"
the rest of the semester passed just like it had before. you spent an hour and fifteen minutes in professor hischier's class and then spent the time after in his office. you took the final and passed with flying colors, just like you did in the rest of your classes. then you got all dressed up and walked across stage to get your degree as your whole family cheered you on. your party took place at your house, starting as soon as the graduation ceremony was over. people filed in, ready to eat some good food and catch up with family they haven't seen in a bit. despite being surrounded by friends and family, you couldn't help but keep glancing at the door.
"she did it!" your friend natalie sang as she hugged you from behind. "she passed her classes and she graduated!" you smiled, turning around to face her and he let her arms drop.
"was there ever a doubt?" you asked. she giggled and you knew the next words that were coming out of her mouth.
"well you did seem to be so clueless in that one class despite it being an elective over a topic you love to talk about." you rolled your eyes.
"i never should have told you about that. you're gonna hold this over me-"
"for the rest of your life, yep!" you huffed, taking a sip of your drink. "i mean, really, who invites their college professor to their grad party? especially one they only had for one class."
"laugh all you want but-" something in the corner of your eye caused you to turn and your eyes widened as you cut yourself off. "he's here." your conversation with natalie meant you missed his entrance, but there he was talking to your mom.
"that's him? i take it back, you did the right thing." you left her standing there, making your way over to him. you almost had to stop walking and just admire him as he laughed at something your mom said. instead, you kept walking, not wanting to be caught staring and make a fool of yourself.
"you made it," you said when you finally stood in front of them.
"well, i was promised cake." you smiled, nodding. "we have some appetizers set out right now because my dad is still working on the ham but we'll have cake after dinner."
"speaking of," your mom spoke, looking to the kitchen, "i should probably go make sure everything else is ready." she sends both of you a smile before making her way into the kitchen.
"so, professor hischier-"
"you can call me nico if you want. you know, you're not one of my students any more." you smiled.
"right. okay, nico, would you like anything to drink? we have pretty much anything you could ask for." you lead him over the table your parents had set up and filled with cup and a variety of soda, lemonade, tea, and various alcohols.
"thank you." he reached out, grabbing a beer. "you know you don't have to feel obligated to stand next to me all night." you shrugged, looking down at your drink.
"well i don't want you to feel left out at all. or the opposite will happen and you'll be hounded by my aunts the moment i leave you alone. you look young enough, they probably think you're some boyfriend i've been hiding from them." he pulled a face between a smile and a grimace.
"i look young. how old do you think i am?" your jaw dropped a bit. you knew he couldn't be that much older than you, but he was a college professor. didn't that take extra years of schooling?
"well now i'm scared to answer that," you admitted, causing him to laugh loudly.
"i'm only twenty-five." your jaw dropped again but you were quick to pick it up.
"was this your first year teaching?"
"it was, yeah." you nodded, taking a moment. you had spent so much time around the man for months, yet you hardly knew anything about him. you knew he had an accent but you didn't know where it was from. you knew he was a professor but only now did you know how long he taught. you didn't know what he liked to do in his spare time or his middle name or even what he wore when he wasn't at work.
"sorry, i'm just realizing that i've enjoyed being around you for months but hardly know anything about you." you internally cringed at what you had just admitted, hoping he didn't catch the slip up. instead, he smiled.
"well, i could say the same about you." wait, what?
“you enjoy being around me?” you ask, hoping you didn’t get that part wrong. he laughed lightly, probably at the fact that that was what you chose to focus on.
“well, i was stuck with you for hours every week. and i showed up to your party, didn’t i?” he made a good point. but rather than focus on that, you asked him a question.
“where are you from?” your question seemed to throw him off guard for a moment, clearly not expecting that to be what came out of your mouth. “you have an accent but i’ve never been able to place it,” you explain quietly.
“switzerland.” you definitely weren’t expecting that.
“and you came over here… just to teach?”
“i came for a year abroad and just fell in love with it. i went back for the summer and told my mom i wanted to transfer and move here and she thought i had gone crazy.”
“my mom thought the same when i told her my major. “what can you even do with a history degree?”” you mocked her voice a bit and nico laughed.
“seems she’s come around to it though. she’s very nice.” you nodded.
“she has. and she’s a bit overbearing sometimes but she lets me have my space for the most part.”
nico opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by your mom coming out of the kitchen and announcing the food was ready. everyone started filing into the kitchen, ready to make their way through the line of food and fill their plates. your six year old cousin ran past you and bumped into your arm, sending your drink flying. unfortunately, it flew all over your professors shirt.
“olivia!” you scolded after the girl, but she was already watching her mom fill her plate with macaroni and cheese. “i am so sorry,” you spoke quieter.
“it’s not your fault, don’t worry about it.” you frowned, not wanting him to have to eat with an alcohol-soaked shirt.
“here, come with me and we can find you a new shirt or try to dry this one or something.” he followed you upstairs, away from all the noise of the party. you racked your brain, trying to figure out what you could give him to wear. you entered your room, opening your closet and looking around. your eyes landed on a school hoodie you had bought oversized and you knew it would be your best bet. it would look a bit weird with his dress pants, but at least it wasn’t covered in mimosa.
“is this you?” you turned to find him looking at a polaroid taped to your wall. your eyes widened when you realized it was you on halloween with barely any clothing on.
“um, yeah. here, you can wear this.” you held the hoodie out to him and he turned to take it from you.
“thanks.”
“no problem.” you gave him a tight lipped smile, then turned around so you weren’t just watching him change. he must have shut the door behind him when you both came in because you realized now that it was closed. you heard some shuffling behind you and then after a few moments he spoke.
“can i ask you something?” you turned back to face him, only to find that he was still standing shirtless.
“oh, uh-“ he actually laughed at the way you tried to keep your eyes on his and how your cheeks flushed.
“just one question.” you nodded, not yet trusting your voice. “was the material i covered in class actually that difficult for you to understand?” your brows furrowed, not expecting that to be what he asked you.
“what?”
“well, you know, if people are struggling with what i’m teaching, it’s probably a good idea for me to change my curriculum or change my methods, right?” you nod. “so since you were the student that seemed to take residence in my office this semester, i just wanted to ask you if there’s something you think i should change.”
was it hot in here? it had to be right? because you were hot and he hadn’t put the hoodie on yet so he had to be hot too? well, hot temperature wise because he was definitely hot looks wise. you knew that much before he had taken off his shirt but now you could almost assume he was sculpted by a greek god himself.
“um, right. well, to be completely honest…” god was he flexing or did he just look like this naturally? “to be completely honest you’re distracting! the first class period i was too busy staring at you to write any notes so i had to come see you after class and then-“
“so it wasn’t my teaching?” he asked, a smirk splayed across his face. you sighed.
“how long did it take you to figure out?”
“only a few weeks. but i didn’t want to embarrass you by saying something. and i meant what i said about enjoying being around you too.” you looked at him for a moment before throwing your arms in the air.
“i love ancient roman history! i took your course as an easy elective!”
“i know.”
“you know?”
“your midterm essay was an extra three pages, very well written and passionate.” you sighed again, sitting on the end of your bed.
“can you just put on the hoodie now?” you mumbled.
“why? am i distracting you?” he spoke, and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was teasing you. you looked up at him, eyes slightly wide. he sent you a wink, and you swore your body malfunctioned for a moment. then, before you could even process what you were doing, you stood back up, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled his lips to yours.
he tasted a bit like mint and mostly like the beer he had been drinking earlier. his hands were quick to find your hips, pulling them closer to his and he kissed you back just as hungrily as you kissed him. he walked you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back against the mattress, taking him with you. his lips broke from yours, but trailed down your jaw to your neck.
“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to do that.”
“you have no idea how glad i am you waited,” he responded, biting lightly.
“shit, don’t leave any marks,” you reminded him. he made a noise of protest but pulled away. you watched as he stood, then squatted down in front of you. your breath hitched when he kissed just above your right knee, then an inch higher, and an inch higher, until he was at the hem of your dress. his fingers trailed up your other thigh, dipping under the hem and lightly tracing over the wet spot of your panties.
“you’re okay with this?”
“fuck yes.” he shook his head, a smirk now finding his lips.
“dirty mouth,” he chastised, but you could tell he enjoyed it. he dipped one finger under the side of your panties, dragging them slowly down your legs and letting them drop to the carpet. “oh pretty girl, you’re soaked and i’ve barely touched you.” you whimpered at the words, then moved one of your legs so it was draped over his shoulder.
“as much as i’d love for you to take your time here, we probably need to hurry.” he glanced up at you, then back to your glistening cunt. he was quick to dive in, letting his tongue slide through your folds. you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stop yourself from moaning at the feeling. but just as quickly as he was between your legs, he was gone. your foot was placed back on the bed and you the clink of his belt and opened your eyes to see him unzipping his pants.
“do you have a condom?” you scooted up the bed, pulling one from the drawer of your nightstand and sitting up to pass it to him.
you couldn’t help but just lay back and fully take him in for a moment. you had spent so long trying to avoid his muscular torso earlier that you never really got a chance to just admire him. and then his pants and boxers were pulled down just enough as he opened the foil, you couldn’t help but almost drool at the sight of him. but then he was kneeling on the bed, pulling you closer by your ankle.
“still sure about this?”
“please, just fuck me,” you whispered. he wasted no time in slipping inside of you, your hand once again flying up to your mouth to try and strangle any moans trying to escape. his hips came flush with yours, and you weren’t sure you had ever felt so full. “oh my god.”
his hips lefts yours, but quickly snapped back against them. your free hand reached out for him as he fucked into you, fingers finally tightening around his wrist. he leaned over you, pressing kisses to your chest, your collarbone, and up your neck, until finally he reached your ear.
“as much as i’d love to take my time with you, i suppose that’ll have to wait until next time, hm?” your eyes rolled at the thought of this happening again. “such a dirty girl, fucking your professor with so many people downstairs waiting for you.” your jaw dropped slightly as your head shook back and forth.
“graduated,” you gasped out. he chuckled lowly at the reminder. your legs hooked over his hips, clasping your ankles behind his back, and allowing him to hit the perfect spot inside of you. the feeling had your back arching off the bed, your mouth open in a silent scream. his hand that had been holding you hip and up to cover your lips, assuming in your state it wouldn’t be hard to forget the need to be quiet. it was like every nerve in your body was on fire, your toes curling and your stomach tightening. he felt you clench around him, the feeling bringing him closer to the peak he was also reaching.
“you gone cum for me baby? gonna make a mess on my cock?” you nodded the best you could. he removed his hand, dipping his head down so his lips moved against yours as he spoke. “be a good girl and cum then.”
his lips fully captured yours, pulling you into a kiss you knew was meant to silence any potential sounds from either of you. but as stars exploded behind your eyes and wave after wave of euphoria crashed through your body, you weren’t able to keep up. you could tell he had reached his high too, the way his thrusts slowed but became harder and deeper before finally his hips stilled against yours. you were left with his forehead on yours, both of you breathing heavy.
you whined slightly when he pulled away and stood from the bed. he was quick to pull off and tie the condom, and you pointed to the trash can under your desk. you closed your eyes for a moment, hearing him shuffle around, and then his hand was gently brushing lose strands of hair from your forehead. you opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you, pants fixed up and donning your hoodie.
“you okay?” you nodded, a small smile finding your face. “you need to get up. we need to get back to the party.” you hummed, slowly allowing yourself to stand from where you felt melted into the mattress. you made your way over to your dresser, pulling out a new pair of panties and slipping them up your legs. then you turned to face nico.
“do we have to go back?” he smiled making his way over to you. his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, but then he pulled away to look at you.
“as much as i enjoyed this little treat, i was promised cake.” you smiled, and rolled your eyes.
“you and your cake,” you joked, turning and leading him out of your room.
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Beyond — s.h. x f!reader
Chapter Eight: You’re the Best Part
summary: you head to vail for thanksgiving and things maybe don’t quite go as planned.
warnings: sick mention, r and steve; reminder that r does have a family for the sake of the fake marriage plot; mother has passed, parent loss talk.
modern day! rich! fake husband! steve harrington x afab! reader.
masterlist
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Your plans to happily return the favor for Steve when he gets home don’t quite pan out the way you want them to.
Why?
Well, it seems the world has its own plans. And those plans apparently don’t involve getting your mouth on the man and learning what your name sounds like coming from his lips while he’s falling apart for you.
What’s the saying again? You make plans, and the big guy upstairs laughs? Yeah—that one.
It’s around three when Steve appears at the entryway to the penthouse. Pale in the face, coughing up a storm, sweat lining his brow. He’s out of it; a simple, cursory glance tells you that much. That and the fact when Charlie rushes over to greet him, Steve barely brushes his hand over the puppy’s head, and instead seeks out the comfort of you.
His hulking form stops at the edge of the couch, shoes kicked haphazardly onto the floor as he lowers himself down. Rests his head in your lap and groans his defeat, ringed hand curling around the span of your thigh, hugging you closer. Were this any other day in the exciting newness of your relationship, you would sigh and dreamily run your fingers through his hair. But as your fingers brush along his brow, you find he’s hot there.
Burning hot. Feverish in a way that has you tugging at his shoulder until he can look up at you. Dark circles shadow his under eyes. His skin seems paler than usual, too. Exhaling, you reach over and cup his cheek, thumb trailing over the curve of his jaw. Smile down at him as he leans into the touch, eyes closing. The same hand then turns over and presses against his forehead and confirms that, yes, Steve is definitely sick. Unfortunately enough, right before the holiday, too.
“I’m calling your doctor—”
“No, no, no,” Steve groans, turning his head into your stomach, where he ends up coughing into your hoodie, apologizing for doing so. “I just want to sleep.”
“After I call the doctor,” you tell him, fingers carding through his hair. “You’re burning up, Steve. I knew you felt warm this morning.”
“Please,” he mumbles, “no doctor.”
——
Dr. Murray Bauman is an…interesting man, to say the least. When you call, after effectively getting Steve to lay down in bed, he sounds like he’s in the middle of a war zone. And you wonder briefly if you can hear angry voices in the distance.
He asks you a multitude of questions, the first being who the hell you are calling for Steve Harrington, but when you tell him you’re his wife, he only awkwardly laughs, stating he didn’t know Steve had finally settled down, before regaling you a story about Steve from when he’d been a younger boy.
“He’ll be here in a half hour, he said,” you tell Steve, before reaching for his phone and holding it in front of his face. It unlocks and you immediately search for Hailey’s number in his contacts. You hadn’t met her yet. Well, except for the brief greeting at your wedding. But you’d heard enough to know she’s kind and your husband couldn’t do half of what he does without her. She picks up on the first ring and greets you. “Hello, Hailey?”
“This is her,” she says. A hint of uncertainty creeps down the line. “May I ask who’s calling?”
“Mrs. Harrington—”
Steve, who suddenly realizes what you’re doing, reaches out to grab at your hand dangling limply at your side. Tries to tug you closer, but you raise a hand in warning. “Wait, wait, wait—”
“Mrs. Harrington! It’s been a while. Is everything okay?”
“Actually,” you say, rubbing at Steve’s shoulder, grinning to yourself as he huffs a bit but otherwise leans into your affection, “I’m calling because Steve’s going to need to cancel the rest of his meetings for today. Maybe the next couple of days, actually.”
“I told him he sounded like shit.” She pauses, chuckling nervously. “Sorry—didn’t mean to say that. He just sounded terrible, so I suggested he go home early. Thank you for letting me know.”
“No problem.” You wait a moment and then, “Thanks for the flowers, by the way. Steve mentioned you had them sent.”
“Oh, no. That was all Mr. Harrington,” she says, and your chest flutters with the notion of her words. “I just helped pick them out. Okay—so I’ve gone ahead and canceled all his meetings through the holiday and the week after.”
“You’re wonderful, Hailey. Thank you! And I hope you enjoy the holiday,” you say truthfully, settling down onto the bed beside Steve, rubbing his back through another lovely coughing fit. “We’ll talk soon.”
The line goes dead. You place the phone down onto the bedside table beside your husband and help slide his glasses off of his face for good measure. As his eyes meet yours, you want to lean down and wrap your arms around him. He looks younger than his years, more boyish somehow, the tiredness in his eyes alluding to just how sick he actually is. You hope Dr. Bauman hurries, if only so he can get some much needed rest.
“Canceled my meetings, huh?” He asks between the rumbly heaves of his chest.
“Think of it as an extended vacation.”
“Forced,” Steve emphasizes, rolling over so you can allow him into the circle of your arms. His head rests on your chest, the blankets you draped over him high up on his shoulders. “You shouldn’t even be in here; you’re going to get sick.”
“Pretty sure what we did earlier will get me sick anyway. That and the fact I’ve shared a bed with you for a bit now.” Your fingers card through his hair, your other palm rubbing up and down the achy muscles of his back. “Plus, what better way to test our vows? In sickness and in health, right?”
You step out of the room when Dr. Bauman arrives and immediately starts taking your husband’s vitals, wanting to give him a little privacy. Charlie bounds over to you in the kitchen as you search for something to throw together for dinner. You hadn’t really planned on eating home with Thanksgiving being so close, and the two of you about to spend a few days at Mrs. Harrington’s home. But now that you stare at an empty fridge, you realize maybe a little forethought might have saved you from the bare shelves you’re greeted with upon opening.
Pushing it shut, you pluck your phone from your pocket, scrolling through a list of nearby restaurants when you hear your name being called from down the hall. Dr. Bauman is tossing his stethoscope and other equipment into a black bag as you knock on the doorframe, his eyes tipping up to greet yours.
“It’s the flu,” he says, tapping away at an iPad resting on his forearm. “I already sent his prescription out to be filled. Lots of rest. No work. Lots of fluids. Limited shenanigans…of the, uh, newlywed kind. Maybe a warm shower to clear up some of the shit that’s rattling around in your chest.”
Steve rolls his eyes and Murray claps him on the shoulder. You definitely don’t understand their relationship. “I also ordered you a script for a preemptive antiviral,” Murray says to you, hoisting his bag up and over his shoulder. “You know my number, obviously. I’ll be around should you need me.”
“But you highly suggest I don’t,” Steve grouses from the bed.
“You get it, kid,” the older man says, petting Charlie as he bounces into the bedroom, wanting to see what all the fuss is about. “You’ll get a text when your prescriptions are ready. But other than that, I think you’re all good to go. Take care.”
Just as quickly as the man arrives, he’s gone, leaving you alone with your husband once more. “Told you that you needed to slow down,” you tell him, climbing back into bed and resuming your prior position. Steve’s head against your chest, his arms looped around your waist, wanting to simply be close to another person when every inch of him aches with fever. “Want me to make you anything? Tea? Soup. Well…we don’t really have food. I didn’t get groceries because of Thanksgiving.”
“Just wanna lay here,” he grumbles against your sweater, “…but I wouldn’t mind soup later.”
“Then I’ll order you some, handsome.” You chuckle, fingers running through his hair, listening to his sighing breath as he edges closer and closer to sleep. “Definitely not how I pictured our afternoon.”
“Rain check?” he asks, and you know then he’s really sick, as he spent the earlier half of the afternoon texting you about how he couldn’t wait to get home and resume what you both started in your kitchen.
“I’m holding you to it, Harrington,” you laugh, rubbing at the right muscles at the base of his spine. Hot breath spills from his lips, warming you through the material of your shirt. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here.”
He doesn’t even argue.
An hour later, you’re in the middle of watching some silly dating show on Netflix when your little sister, Caroline, tries to FaceTime. Steve’s still sprawling out against your chest, but rises up onto his elbows and tells you to pick it up. To which you question if he’s sure. A moment later, he shifts so his back is against the headboard of the bed and hits the answer call button, watching the younger girl’s face light up on the other line.
“Hey, sissy,” she says brightly, then peers further at the screen and sees Steve there. “And brother-in-law.”
“Hey!” You smile warmly.
“Are you two sleeping?”
“No, no,” you reassure her. “Steve’s got the flu, so we’re laying low for the day. What are you up to?”
“Just sitting around,” she says, nearly dropping her phone as she maneuvers around Gram’s kitchen. “Dad’s with Gram. You know how it is.”
“How’s he doing?” You frown, biting at your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter how long Mom has been gone, the holidays are always hard on him. “Do you need me to come home?”
“No. No.” She tugs her hair over her shoulder, strings of her hoodie curled around her fingertips. She’s so cute and you miss her so much that you wish you could smack kisses to both her cheeks. “We’re okay. Eddie stopped by yesterday with Uncle Wayne. And then I just realized how much I missed you.”
“I miss you too, sweetie,” you sigh, breaking off into a watery laugh. Steve reaches over across your lap and curls your palm in his. “But I’ll see you next month, right? Gonna bring this guy with me too. Hope that’s okay?”
“Mmmm,” she considers, head tilting to the side. “Not sure about him yet.”
Steve points a thumb at himself, earning a laugh from your little sister. “Guess I’ll have to return the gifts I got for my little sister.”
“You got me gifts?”
He shrugs. “Depends. Am I invited?”
“Fine. Fine,” she giggles airily, beaming so bright your own cheeks hurt. “How’s Charlie?”
Charlie, at the mere mention of his name, hops up onto the bed. Despite the fact he knows he’s not supposed to. You both haven’t really made it a habit of letting him sleep with you two; especially not when you’re still getting used to using your own bedroom as storage space for your clothes and things, and sharing his.
Referring to it as yours.
As of late, you’ve started placing your things in Steve’s bathroom. In one of his drawers. A robe in his closet. Slippers near his bedside. Your books on his bedside table. Neither of you had said anything about it. It just felt like the natural progression of things.
“Hi, Charlie!” Caroline enthuses, earning a loud yip from the puppy. Steve’s hand rubs over his floppy head, drawing your gaze to his sleep-addled features. “Hey, sissy?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I come visit soon?”
You glance at Steve in question, who merely says, “It’s your home.”
At that, you want so badly to lean over and kiss him. To thank him silently, to reveal those feelings that keep growing stronger for him every day through touch. In the only tangible way you know how exactly to express the inner workings of your heart.
“Any time, sweetie. Tell me when and I’ll book you a flight to come visit, okay?”
Her smile grows wider, and you can’t help but think about how she looks just like your mother. How your little sister is growing so fast. Things are changing. In your life, your career, your marriage, your family.
“Are you okay?” Caroline asks, brows furrowing high on her forehead.
“You’re just so beautiful,” you tell her honestly, sniffling, “you look just like Mom.”
“Nooo don’t do the water works. I’m going to vom—”
“You’re just—”
“I love you,” she says, shifting onto her elbows at the kitchen table she’s sitting at.
And she never says that. Always so buried in her phone. Making her TikTok videos. Texting her friends. Scrolling social media sites. Your heart soars with her words. Chest aches and burns with the feelings that rise up because of them.
“I love you too.”
The three of you spend a good chunk of the afternoon simply talking. Asking Caroline questions about school, you and Steve about work and your studies. Caroline even goes so far as to ask Steve ice breaker questions and riddles, and he’s terrible at them, feigning that it’s his sickness making it hard for him to answer any correctly.
After a while, your father’s tired face appears in the phone camera, alerting you he’s just spent the better part of the afternoon tending to cooking dinner. Gram is overjoyed not only to see you, but gawks over the fact that, even while sick, your husband is handsome as ever.
Steve leans into you bashfully at that, and you tousle the strands of his hair, and Gram thinks because she’s older she can casually blurt out, “The look he’s giving you right now is the same look your grandfather gave me the night we ended up—”
“You know what? I need to go pick up Steve’s medicine from the pharmacy and probably go and grab us some dinner,” you tell them, shoulder bumping into Steve’s, “I love you all so much. We’ll see you soon!”
It’s a chorus of goodbyes. A barrage of I love yous. A plethora of see you soons. Steve glows with the onslaught of affection. Tops of his cheeks stain bright under their well wishes, his lips tugging into a broad smile. The phone screen goes black and you toss it onto the bedside table, shifting onto your side beside Steve.
“They’re pretty great.”
“They’re…” A lot. Overbearing. Ridiculous (Gram mostly). But you catch the hopefulness on his face. Picture your husband, younger in age, alone in a crowded room wanting, searching, vying for someone to notice him. “They’re your family too now, you know?”
He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is an endless coughing fit. His mouth presses into his elbow, your fingers running soothing lines up and down his bicep, waiting until it passes to clamber out of the bed and snatch your phone from the bedside table.
“I’m going to run to the pharmacy. You should try and get in the shower like Dr. Murray suggested.”
“I might need your help for that.”
Heat curls low in your belly. “I’m going to blame the mucus in your head for that one, lover boy. Get in the shower, I’ll run out quickly, and then we can spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing. Because those were the doctor’s orders. No work.”
“My whole body hurts,” he grumbles, leaning into your frame as you rush around to his side of the bed and help him along the way to the master bathroom. “I couldn’t work even if I wanted to.”
Steve watches from the edge of the bathtub as you shuffle about, gathering things as you go. A towel on the outside of the shower cubicle. New soap. His fluffiest robe. He’s about to open his mouth to speak, but you’re tucking a thermometer in his mouth, watching his mouth downturn into a pout.
A moment later, it beeps.
“One hundred and one,” you murmur, placing the device back in its proper holder. He groans, leaning into your abdomen, your arm curling around his shoulders to keep him close. “Bet you’re feeling all kinds of achy right now. I’ll be right back, okay? And then I’m here for whatever you need.”
——
When you return, Steve’s already propped up in bed on a mountain of pillows. The box of tissues beside him looks freshly opened, his nose a bright red that has your stomach dipping for him. He’s foregone his usual sleeping routine of wearing no shirt. Instead, he wears a hoodie with some sports logo you're unfamiliar with on, hips covered in the bedspread.
On one hand, you have his soup. In the other, the medicine he’s meant to take for the next few days. He accepts both greedily. As greedily as one who looks very much ghostly at this point can, normally tan skin pale, eyes heavy lidded.
“What are you watching there, handsome?” you ask, remaining near his hip, taking the garbage from him once he’s taken out his things.
“Some show where these people bake and you have to guess if the items are cake or not.” He’s so stuffy now, and you can’t help but giggle at the change in his voice. “You can’t make fun of your husband when he’s sick.”
“Is that a rule?”
“It was one of our vows, actually,” he says, glancing about the bedside table momentarily.
“Must have forgotten that one. Need something?” you ask, combing your fingers through his hair.
He leans into the touch. “Some water, please?”
You make your way over to the bedroom door, fingers curling around the frame, just as he speaks again, “Oh, and some more tissues?”
The box felt mostly full, but you toss him a smile over your shoulder all the same, fondness welling in your chest for the man.
“Can you fluff my pillows, baby?”
At that, you whirl back around, brows arching. “Yeah?”
He grins as you lean over him, chest nearly brushing his face, smacking both sides of said pillows. “Maybe tuck me in while you’re at it?”
Now you’re snorting, but reaching down around his waist to start pushing fabric into place near his hips, drawing back when he stops you in your movements. “Is that not good?”
“I’m just messing with you, honey.”
You shove him. Hard.
“Hey! I’m sick.”
“And you’re a pain in my ass, Mr. Harrington.”
“But you love it, Mrs. Harrington.”
And you’re speechless.
Because he’s right, and there’s nothing you can say to refute that fact at this point.
A fact that becomes more and more clear every day.
——
All in all, you really do both get the opportunity to work out those in sickness and in health vows. Because about twenty four hours into Steve being sick, you start to feel run down, and about twelve hours after that, the two of you spend the better part of five days sleeping and holding one another in bed, watching mindless reality television shows, and coaxing Charlie to join you both so he can curl up near your feet and keep a watchful eye on you both.
Eddie calls on the first day you’re both down for the count. Checks in to see if you need anything, offers to drop off food, and pick up anything you might need from the grocery store. Hopper ends up sending food up to the penthouse, cooked by Joyce herself, and joined by some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for dessert.
On day two, Robin and Nancy stop in, keeping a far distance, but end up cleaning around the house since you hadn’t really had a chance to before your own fever and body aches kicked in.
After that, your friends and family alternate until you’re both back on the mend. And it’s not long before Steve has a healthy glow back in his face and you can breathe through your nose once more.
The day before Thanksgiving, you both pack up your things in suitcases and send off Charlie to go stay with Joyce and Hopper for the duration of your trip. The kids, El and Will, are overjoyed at the prospect of spending time with the puppy and promise to keep him safe and feed him all the treats if he’s well behaved.
Sighing a hum of relief, you slam your passenger side door shut, wincing as Steve slams the trunk closed before joining you within. He thumps against the headrest, left hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching over the center console you lace his fingers through yours. You beam up at him, heat crawling along flesh, and give his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Ready to go, Harrington?”
He puts the car into gear, and you’re off.
——
Mrs. Harrington’s second home is beautiful. More than you could ever imagine. After a five hour flight and a short drive from the airport to the front gates, you’re greeted by a worker who allows Steve to pass in the rental car, weaving up cobblestone roads through an endless sea of trees in what feels like the middle of nowhere Vail, Colorado.
The home is gorgeous. Nestled in the middle of lush greenery is a luxurious mansion adorned with endless rustic charm. Glowing lights spill from the giant windows, illuminating the wrap-around stone patio that compliments the blend of timeless stone and timber exterior of the pale walls boasting of the multiple floors within the home. From where you’re standing you can see the garden off to the right side of the home and the pond trickling amidst her blooms.
“This is how all the good scary movies start…” you say, leaning your head back to take in the towering home standing before you. “Giant home in the middle of nowhere.”
“Is that so?” He’s laughing, sides shaking with it as he grips your suitcase and tugs it after him. “Come on, honey. No one is about to hop out of the woods.”
“How do you know?” Your brow arches high on your forehead, breaking off into a snort he rolls his eyes at.
“Come on.” He tugs you along beside him, your shoulders bumping at the proximity. “My mom can hardly wait another minute to see us if her dozens of texts were any indication.”
He’s not wrong.
She’s there in a flurry of movement to greet you, patting you both on the backs of your heads, overjoyed that you’re both feeling better.
The inside is just as magnificent. Vaulted ceilings, white walls with wooden decor. A burning fireplace in the middle of one of the largest living rooms you’ve ever seen, attached to a kitchen that looks the size of your old apartment. She walks you through the rest of the home, revealing room after room of generational wealth. Old money that runs in Steve’s blood—a fact you often forget, because he’s never been one for the lavish or lofty.
It dawns on you that this is what he’s used to. Holidays in the Hamptons, vacation homes in Vail and on tropical islands, cars that cost a salary.
Noting your stupor, Steve curls an arm around your shoulder, back of his hand on your forehead. “Still feeling okay?”
“I’m okay,” you reassure him with a smile, jolting as Mrs. Harrington whirls on you both and catches the two of you in the middle of a private moment.
“Well aren’t you two just lovely. I’m really so happy you could make it.” She claps her hands excitedly. “You’re the first ones here. I’ll show you to your room. I’m sorry it’s across from mine, I just figured with Cami, Theo and the kids, you two would want a little peace and quiet.”
And absolutely no privacy, you think, taking in the short distance between your bedroom and Mrs. Harrington’s. And it’s not like you’d anticipated anything happening, but you couldn’t help but to wonder if something might have. The room is lovely. A king sized bed with cream colored sheets. Various sandy colored decorations. Plants hanging in the bedroom window. A dresser that you easily slide your things into, and the adjoining bathroom just next to the room. Up above a sparking chandelier dangles, shards that look like mirrors cutting yours and Steve’s forms into dozens of miniature versions of yourselves that you stare back at.
She gives you a moment to unpack and destress, and you’re barely aware of the bedroom door clicking shut before Steve’s crawling over your form on the bed. You hum into his lips as they claim yours, days of doing nothing but sleeping, making your insides burn, craving more. Always more of him these days. A sigh falls from your parted lips as he pastes endless kisses to your neck. Until you’re writhing beneath him, cheeks burning up, fingers clutching at his biceps.
“Not in your mother’s home,” you giggle, breathless and giddy from his attention. “I’m serious, Steve. I'm still trying to make a good impression.”
He flops over onto his side, hair freshly cut and beard freshly shaven. He’s perfect. The slope of his nose, the curve of those cheekbones, the cut of his jaw. Your forehead leans into his, fingers trailing over the thin sweater covering his abdomen, before trailing beneath, roaming over sinewy muscle. The divots and indentations from hours spent in the gym, the patch of hair that slips down past his belt, always teasing—tempting.
“We’re in my mother’s house,” he reminds you as your fingers trail lower, toying with the too expensive buckle on his belt, eyes following the path of your touch, “isn’t that what you said? Plus, if I remember correctly, you’re not one to keep quiet.”
“I changed my mind. I can be so quiet,” you argue frostily, earning a chuckle from the man. “Like a little church mouse.”
“As much as I would love to test that theory, I think that’s the doorbell.”
Theobald and Cami.
You groan, burying your face into his shoulder.
——
You’ve decided on a silky burgundy dress for Thanksgiving dinner. Long sleeves glide over your arms, the deep neckline drawing Steve’s gaze from where he sits on the edge of the bed fastening his cufflinks with his diamond encrusted initial in the center.
He looks handsome as ever. A pair of dark pants, his suit jacket, a pop of burgundy on his necktie that matches what you’ve worn. He’s gotten a haircut, his hair no longer falling around his jaw. Instead it’s a bit shorter, coiffed perfectly on his head, and that hair along his jawline has been shaved once more, leaving him fresh faced and glowy after his shower.
Exhaling deeply, you run your fingers over the fabric, turning to and fro, taking in your image in the mirror, making sure the fit is immaculate, before turning to face him.
“Good?”
“Perfect,” he whispers a little breathlessly, crossing the room to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He holds out a hand and you clasp it, allowing him to lead you to the bedroom door. “Shall we?”
Your nose wrinkles. “We shall.”
Despite the face dinner is taking place at Mrs. Harrington’s home, she hired a full wait staff for the evening, along with a private chef. The dining room—though you thought it more akin to a dining hall—is decked to the nines with all the finest offerings. She’s gone for the vintage plates and freshly polished silverware. Wine glasses sparkle all around the table, illuminated by the candles down the center of the velvet runner.
Cami’s familiar head of curls lifts first as you enter, her hands that were moving to fix the lapels of her son’s suit jacket moving to draw you in for a hug as she rushes over to greet you and Steve in the entryway.
“Oh we are so happy to hear you two are doing better,” she gushes, patting Steve affectionately on the cheek. Like he’s a puppy like Charlie—like a child. You catch the wince as she pinches the skin there and gives it a wiggle, and then moves to grab your hand like this isn’t only the third time you’ve seen her in the five months you’ve been married to her family member. “Let me introduce you to my two little babies. They’d been with the au pair the night of your wedding. This right here is Harriet, and here is Holden.”
Twins. Harriet and Holden Harrington are twins, and they look absolutely nothing like their father and that fact alone has your lips twitching up in laughter. Because the sweet little ones sitting across from you with eyes that remind you so much of Steve’s are red headed and just as freckly as their mom is. Adorable, in a way that has your insides melting, reaching out to Steve to grasp onto something as you bend down and finally greet them both.
“Hi,” you whisper, telling them your name. “I’m your cousin Steve’s wife. It’s so nice to meet you! How old are you two?”
“We’re seven,” Harriet says demurely, her little nose turning upward just the slightest as she adds, “almost eight.”
Cami giggles brightly. “And nearly ripped my a—”
“Cami, dear,” Theobald interjects, appearing in the doorway with a bottle of wine that looks older than you are. He’s swaying a bit on his feet, the glass of whiskey in his free hand alerting to what he’s gotten up to before you came down for dinner. “Well, hello there. We were wondering when you two would come out to join us.”
“It’s been a long week,” Steve reminds him, curling an arm around your waist. “My wife and I were sick.”
“That’s right,” his cousin says, glancing down at the label on the bottle, uninterested. “What a misfortune that was. Canceled all your meetings that week, but don’t worry—I took care of things.”
“Thank you,” Steve says, leading you to your chair, and the tautness in his muscles alerts you this is not a good thing Theo has done. He slides forward as you sit down and presses a kiss to the side of your head before joining on your right. “Sweetheart, would you mind passing me that bottle?”
“Why don’t we open the vintage?” Theobald suggests, holding aloft his latest discovery from the wine cellar you’d passed on your short tour around the premises of the Mrs. Harrington’s home.
The room settles into an uncomfortable silence. Minus that of the children’s chatter and their father’s requests for them to behave like ‘civilized human beings and not like wild animals at the dinner table.’ At which you sink further into your chair, grateful for the weight of Steve’s left hand on your thigh.
Mrs. Harrington has already made herself comfortable at the head of the table by the time the wait staff comes around to declare the menu offerings for the evening. A four course meal, with ample options to choose from. Everyone orders and the salads are brought out for the first course, when the room starts to shift.
Or rather, Theobald starts to shift. “So, I’m really glad to see the two of you thriving. So happily in love, aren’t they?”
“They’re just lovely,” Mrs. Harrington agrees from where she sits beside her son, cupping his jaw lovingly. “She loves my son so well.”
Your heart aches at her words, at the honesty behind them. She truly, undoubtedly believes that you love her son. And maybe you’re starting to. You’re not sure. In the past, you’ve never really thought much on the topic of love. Had never had time for relationships, always buried in schoolwork, trying to stay afloat, get ahead. Love had always been a maybe. A someday. Not a necessity. Not something you’d ever base your happiness off of. But all around you you’d seen people giddy with it. Your own parents, Robin and Nancy, Eddie and the way he felt about Chrissy.
You knew you were fond of Steve. Knew you loved him like you did Robin. Like you did Eddie. The way you loved Charlie. And yet—and yet there’s a whisper in the back of your mind. A tendril or something new growing. Unnamed still, but with the humble beginnings of something special. Something waiting to be tended to, lured into the light, encouraged.
“How is everything going with school, dear?” Mrs. Harrington asks you, and Theobald’s face twitches from where he sits beside you.
“Oh—it’s great,” you tell her, swallowing your sip of wine. “Clinicals are going well. I’m on my fall break right now. Just a few more months and I’ll be a veterinarian.”
“Doctor Harrington,” Steve says, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss against the back of your knuckles. “So proud of you, honey. She works harder than anyone I know. Runs a business, takes care of Charlie and me.”
“You know, it’s a wonder how you’re affording it,” Theo mutters, drawing the gaze of everyone at the dinner table. At the curious stares, he adds, “Well, the typical cost of veterinary school is somewhere in the hundreds of thousands. And that’s not including what you may have incurred from your undergraduate studies.”
“I’ve worked very hard to stay ahead on my payments,” you splutter out, the lettuce you’d just placed on your tongue turning to acid.
“I’m sure you have,” he says, sounding a little smug. “I, for one, would like to say how happy we are that you’re here. I know the holidays must be hard for you.”
“I—uh, yes.” At Steve’s confusion, you murmur, “We lost my mother this time of year. She’d been sick for a long time.”
He knows that much. Knows she passed, doesn’t know what from. Doesn’t know that your father struggled for years after. That he became a shadow of the person he was for a time—choked off by the grief. That you had to step in and grow up far before you ever should have had to to help raise your little sister. That you watched as the man you loved lost everything he had, and nearly lost the home he loved his wife in for so many years, the home he’d raised his children in, the home he’d wanted to one day have his grandchildren run through the halls of, grow old in, make memories to last a lifetime in.
“I’m also happy to hear your father’s home is no longer in foreclosure.”
Your fork clangs onto the plate at that. “What are you—”
“Seems your father was able to make up for all his missed payments, late fees, and those pesky attorney’s fees. Where might he have gotten all of that money?”
“Theobald,” Cami hisses, leaning over her wine glass to look at you with a pitying stare. “I’m sorry, sweetie. My husband must have over served himself. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“It just seems…interesting, you know?” Theo continues against her wishes, eying you curiously.
Steve opens his mouth to argue, but you jump in before he can. “And what might be so interesting, Mr. Harrington?”
“Initially, I’m going to be honest in saying that I thought you married because you were pregnant. I figured my dear cousin had tried to cover up his mistakes with a shotgun wedding and raise his littlest Harrington as his fortunate heir. But seeing as you are not, I may have hired a private investigator to look into who Steve married.”
“You what?” Steve and his mother balk, anger lining their gazes.
There’s an awkward silence that descends over the room. It’s made more uncomfortable when the wait staff comes in to clear the salad plates and sets down entrees in front of those sitting at the table. Harriet and Holden are chatting amongst themselves, Cami there to help tuck napkins in their collars. Your eyes wander their way, nose sniffling sharply to keep your unshed tears at bay.
Because Theobald Harrington will not see you cry today.
So you’ll beat him to it. You’ll play along with his vicious game.
“Yes, when my mother died my father struggled. I have a little sister, and she was so young at the time. We’ve never been particularly wealthy, so you imagine going from two incomes to one was hard,” you begin, carving at your food hastily. Steve’s hand brushes along the back of your wrist, but you continue, “Bills started piling up. Medical bills are expensive, and it’s not like we had money just laying around by the bucketful like you might. So, yes, he struggled to stay afloat. And I helped him, but a waitress salary at the time could only go so far. Should I continue?”
Theobald leans his chin onto his hand, elbow on the table despite his aunt’s protests. “Humor me.”
“I started my business and have sent him money to pay down what he owes. And yes, the home came out of foreclosure.” You slam your fork down onto the plate below. “No, I’m not pregnant. And if you want me to admit I married Steve for money or something, because that’s what it sounds like you’re insinuating, you’re wrong; I married him because I love him. A word I’m not quite sure you know the meaning of, because you haven’t been a good family member to Steve, and certainly haven’t been one to me either.”
You turn your head to Mrs. Harrington, hot embarrassment burning behind your eyes. “May I be excused for a moment, please? I’m suddenly not feeling very well.”
She nods, eyes a little misty, voice hoarse. “Yes, my dearie.”
The chair beneath you groans, sweaty palm slipping out of Steve’s hand, before your napkin is thrown onto your empty plate. Cami mutters a silent apology, the children stare, Steve stares ahead, jaw tense, and Theo only grins into his wine glass. Smug as ever.
And it’s then, and only then, as you slip into your bedroom that you allow the tears to fall. Because for months you’ve been trying to fit a mold, to be that woman for Steve, to walk in this world as seamlessly as he does.
But you don’t belong, and Theo’s only made that clearer.
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Steve knows you. Knows beneath that stubborn exterior, the way you’re always flippant and easy to brush things off with a joke, you have a soft heart. He knows you would prefer to divert to humor before accepting an uncomfortability of conflict. Knows you default to protect yourself, because you’ve been doing so for so long. That you’ve built walls around yourself, even if you don’t realize; walls he can see dismantling every day he’s gotten to know you.
Sure, you’ve been romantic for only a short while now, but five months of marriage — of being your friend first — has lent to a deeper understanding. A love that he’s not felt before, growing deeper every day.
So as he watches as you excuse yourself in a blur of tears and choked words, he knows to wait a minute before slamming his napkin down on the table and following you. He knocks first as he approaches your shared bedroom door. Speaks your name into the open space when you don’t answer at first, only to find you curled on your side in bed, holding a pillow flush against your chest.
His first thought is how much he wants to wrap you up in his arms and kiss your sullen face until it lights up with his favorite smile once more. That same smile he thinks is his kryptonite, always brightening your features and effectively robbing him of air. And you don’t even know the power you hold. But he halts near your hip, backside hitting the plus mattress, palm around the dip of your waist. He feels the shake of your sides, the effort of your tears you’re trying to smother in the pillow.
It cleaves his heart right down the middle. Two halves slowly flutter to the bottom of his stomach, lungs tight in his chest like a vice. The last time he saw you cry, it had been just as terrible. You hurt over his actions, eyes red, lids puffy. To think seeing you like this now would be any less heartbreaking is a mistake on his part. Because his heart breaks for what yours does, body slowly sidling up behind yours, your back against his chest, his fingers gradually walking up and down your arm, quiet as your tears start to subside, your breathing evening out.
“Thank you, Steve,” you sniffle after some time has passed with you in his arms.
He exhales deeply as you shift on the bed, turning to face him, wiping at your mascara smudged cheeks. You’re still the prettiest girl in the world, he thinks, without a doubt. Thumbs the corner of your eye where a little dark smudge has started to form, collecting the tear that spills out the corner of your eye.
“Cami started yelling at him when I left, if that makes you feel better,” he says, chest aching when you shake with laughter, burrowing your head into the curve of his shoulder where it meets his chest. Where you’ve always been meant to fit, he realizes. “Said he’s sleeping in the guest bedroom down the hall, and that she’ll stay with the kids. She loves you, you know? She’s a little…intense but she loves you.”
“I’m glad someone does.”
“Hey…” He pushes back a bit to tilt your head up, eyes locking on yours. “My mother loves you too. And I…you’re my wife. You're just as much a Harrington as anyone else at that dinner table, okay?”
“Steve, I don’t belong, and you know that.”
The sound that escapes you is a pitiful thing. A mix between a sob and a moan, more tears spilling down your cheeks when he leans down and presses his lips to yours. Softly, at first, but it quickly grows deeper, his desire to keep you there with him pounding in his blood. Screaming into the space that you belong, you belong, you belong.
“You do belong,” he says, his breath a mere pant against your trembling lips, “you belong with me, okay? That’s all that matters. He’s jealous. He’s jealous because of years of hatred that have started long before I married you and will continue because he’s unhappy. And because he’s unhappy he’s made it his goal to make everyone around him unhappy too.”
He brushes the tears beneath your eyes. Kisses the tracks with the lightest of touches against your face. Nudges your nose until all that remains is that bright, beaming smile. “You’re a Harrington. We’re a team, okay? It’s not a conventional marriage, sure, but you have me. Okay? I’m here for you; it’s okay to let me be here for you.”
He exhales deeply as you sink further into him. Bodies tangling like they’ve done so for years as opposed to weeks. A hand comes up to brush along the back of your head, your fingers splaying in the bunched fabric of his shirt.
“Thank you, Stevie.”
The name is a jolt to his heart. Saccharine sweet and liquid hot in his bloodstream. The arm wound around your waist draws you closer, tighter to him. He wishes he could be closer, wants to memorize every detail of your form, the depths of your eyes, wants to memorize the sounds you make when you fall asleep, the way his name sounds on your lips in utter bliss like that afternoon in the kitchen. He wants it all. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, he knows.
“He’s not wrong though,” you say after some time. Softly, so softly.
“About?”
“I did marry you for money.”
At that, his lip twitches. “Well, I married you for a company and a title.”
Unconventional. Irresponsible. But as the months slip on by, he knows he wouldn’t change it for the world. He would take thousands of moments like these over and over again. You, in his arms. You, chest to chest, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. Two people wound together and tied together by a contract, now lost in the unfamiliar something more growing.
“I think it ended up being a good business deal, though,” you tell him, eyes boring into his. Like this, he feels raw. Exposed like a nerve. But he’s unafraid. Welcomes it. “Don’t you?”
“I do,” he wholeheartedly agrees, sliding a palm along the contours of your cheek. Relishes in the feeling of you sinking further into the mattress, sleep starting to peek in at the corner or your eyes. “And another thing, you know you could have come to me about your family, right? I didn’t realize that’s what you were doing with your dog walking business.”
“Steve, you’ve already done too much. I’m not asking you for more. Plus, things are okay now. He’s doing well, Caroline is well—I’ve got it handled.”
And, in a way, he knows you have for a long time now. Wonders if you’ve ever just allowed yourself a moment of respite. Of not worrying how the next bill would get paid, wondering if your family would be okay, all while grieving the loss of someone so important. It pains him to think of it, chest heaving with a weight so great it’s nearly suffocating.
But it’s almost like you know, fingers slipping along his chest, pausing at the space against his sternum where his heart pounds loudly in his ears. “Just let me have this and I’m happy. This—you, us, whatever this is.”
“You just…you never should have had to grow up so fast,” he says sadly, wishing he could have been there, would have met you sooner—he’s not even sure. He just knows he grieves for the young girl who felt like she had the world resting on her shoulders. “You’re…probably one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. But you have me now, for what it’s worth.”
“It’s worth a lot,” you tell him sincerely.
He swallows the knot forming in his throat and smiles to himself as you lift his left hand and trace your thumb over the wedding band there idly. A silence settles over the room, comfort found in roaming hands, in gentle brushes of lips, of soft sighs as either pulls away to catch a breath.
And later, as the moon rises high over an inky sky, and he’s holding you close in his arms, both of you in pajamas and ready for bed, he brushes an open kiss to your shoulder blade. Whispers, “Tell me about her, will you? She’s important to you, so she’s important to me.”
The two of you lay for hours. Talking amongst your sheets and pillows. Wound together tight. Interlocking fingers and legs. You begin to paint a picture in his mind of the woman who meant the world to you and more. A woman with joy and love in her heart, a lyrical laugh, a bright smile he can only imagine mirrors yours. Someone he knows had a part in growing you into the woman laying beside him. A person he’s proud of, is fond of, finds himself…falling for.
Love, maybe?
An abstract to him for so. A lofty ideal he thought always meant for others, never him. His own family had been lacking it, his parent’s marriage scarred and soiled by years of lies and infidelity. But he wonders if it’s there. If the capacity of love exists within him, and maybe it only has been seeking the right person.
“She would have really liked you, you know?” you tell him after some time, fingers crawling along the divots of his abdomen, his skin breaking out into gooseflesh.
He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You think so?”
“Absolutely,” you say reassuringly, peeking up through your lashes to gaze up at him. “It’s hard not to.”
Those eyes—your eyes—will never not render him a little speechless.
He’ll get lost in them over and over again and never tire. But there’s comfort in it.
Even now, as you lean over and shut the bedside lamp. As you crawl over his chest and tug his glasses free from his face and press your lips to his. As you slump down into his chest, head over his sternum, arms around his waist.
Something like love blooms behind his ribcage.
It should be scary, but as he watches your back rise and fall in your sleep, he realizes it isn’t.
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we never go out of style || c.f.
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A/N : hi! this is gonna be a series so there will be links to other chapters when i complete them!
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
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synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.
I hated him. Hated him with all the hate I had in my body. He made me hate Cousins as well.
Every year, my mom would send me away off to Cousins beach where I would stay with her best friend Susannah and her two sons, Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher. I had easily bonded with the two of them, and then gotten in a relationship with Conrad. The Conklins would be there as well. Belly and Steven.
Conrad and Steven were 17, while Jeremiah, and I were all 16(turning 17 soon), but I was older than him by a few months, and Belly was 15, turning 16 soon.
He fucked it all up. He couldn't commit to one relationship, and we all knew that, yet he told me he would and I believed him.
Again, my mom sent me to them for the summer. I thought she wouldn't knowing the whole debacle that had happened the year prior.
"Mom, I really don't think it's a good thing if I go." I said to her as I sat at the kitchen counter.
"C'mon Y/N, Susannah misses you, and I'm sure Belly would like to see you as well." My mom said.
I groaned in annoyance.
I loved seeing everyone in Cousins, don't get me wrong. When I was there it felt like all of my worries were away. But now after the breakup, I just thought of everything that could go wrong this summer.
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The plane ride was six hours to Cousins from California and it took 30 minutes to get from the airport to the Fishers house. The whole time my mind raced on what would happen as soon as I stepped through the doors.
"Hi, I'm home." I said awkwardly loudly as I stepped through the door that was unlocked.
It was normal for the doors to be unlocked. Everyone knew each other in Cousins, and everyone basically was only there for the summer.
Throughout the house I heard a mixture of footsteps and gasps, people saying, "Y/N?", "Y/N is here?"
The first people to approach was Susannah and Laurel, coming out of the kitchen with a beautiful floral maxi dress.
"Oh my god, look at you! You've always been beautiful, but honey, look at you" Susannah said as she grabbed ahold of my cheeks before giving me a hug.
"I think I like the same" I chuckled.
"You do not look the same... You're growing up. You're in bloom."
Savannah had a way to say things. I loved it about her.
She let go as Laurel squeezed through, hugging me.
"Why didn't you tell us you were coming early?" Laurel asked.
I laughed a little, "I wanted it to be a surprise."
"Y/N!" I heard an excited voice say.
I watched as Jeremiah's body came sliding down the railing. He was in a white wife beater tank top and a pair of bright tropical shorts.
"Jere!" I exclaimed, opening my arms for him to run into.
Jeremiah and Conrad were brothers, but they couldn't be more different. Jeremiah was this energetic outgoing person, while Conrad was... well, he was Conrad...
"How have you been Y/N/N?" He asked as we both let go.
"A lot better, and you Mr. Fisher?" I asked jokingly.
From behind Susannah and Laurel, I could see long brown hair.
"Belly?" I questioned.
"Oh my god, Y/N!" She squealed, running up to me.
"You're absolutely so beautiful." I stated.
"No you are." She said back. We could've gone on and on about who was more beautiful, that was until he came.
I looked up and was met with Conrad's bright blue fucking eyes. He stared straight at me from the top of the stairs.
Conrad took a breath, "Hi, Y/N."
"Hi, Conrad..." I responded.
"Yo, Conrad! Y/N is here!" I heard Steven's voice from upstairs.
All of us laughed a little as we saw Steven make his way to the banister. His face was full of surprise as he saw me.
"She's actually here!" He said, running down to greet me.
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All of us kids went outside to the pool. Belly wore a cute purple bikini as I wore a blue one.
The house was for us, and our moms. Not for our dads. My mom rarely showed up. She only showed up for important events because she had a lot of work, but there were some years where she stayed.
"You're absolutely stunning." I said to Belly as we rested by the wall in the pool.
She laughed, "I look the exact same as last year."
"No. You look so much different!" I said to her.
"Well, look at you! you have new hair, new body, new attitude!" She said excitedly. "Do I have to get broken up with for this glow up?"
We both laughed at her statement.
"Should we mess with the boys a little?" Belly asked.
"Yeah, I think we should." I said, a smile growing on my face. "Ow! Jeremiah! Help! I think I sprained my ankle!" I yelled to the curly headed boy.
He came to me as soon as he could, sticking out his hand as I stuck out mine.
"Sorry." I said, a smile on my face. I watched as his face faltered though, as he realized what had happened.
I yanked the poor boy into the water, fully clothed.
He came up, splashing at the water.
"Y/N!" He yelled.
I got out of the pool. "I'm gonna head inside for a bit." I said to the group.
"Hi, sweetie." Susannah said as I closed the glass door.
"Hi!" I said to Susannah and Laurel as I sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
God I loved the kitchen. It was a beautiful green and white. I loved this house in general though, it was a gorgeous house.
"She's so beautiful." I watched Susannah mouth to Laurel.
"I know." Laurel mouthed back.
I only laughed at the two. I loved their relationship. I honestly wish I had a relationship like that when I got older.
"You should call you mom and tell her you got here okay." Susannah said as she finished chopping up the fruit.
"Oh, yes you're right. I told her I would call her and I got distracted." I laughed.
I finished calling her and returned to Susannah and Laurel.
"Is she coming for the Fourth?" Susannah asked.
"Yes, she would never miss it for anything."
"Oh, Y/N, I finished getting your room set up, if you wanna go unpack now, you can." Susannah said, giving me a smile.
I gave her a smile back, "Thank you, Susannah, I love you."
"Love you too!" She responded.
"I love you, Laurel!" I said, adding a laugh. I heard her and Susannah laugh before she responded as well.
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I loved my room at the Fisher's. It had beautiful white walls with high ceilings. As well as a gorgeous large window. My bed was perfectly made as well, and I had white sheets with dark blue flowers.
Most of the accents on the walls were dark blue as well. I could tell Susannah had done some work on my room since the last time I was here.
I began unpacking while looking at everything I had left from last summer. A stuffed white polar bear was on my bed and it had a little navy blue bow tie. Oh god how the memories flooded.
A knock at my door brought me back, "Come in!" I shouted.
"Come on! Let's go to the beach before dinner... please. " Belly said as she bounced onto my bed.
"I still have a bunch to unpack, Bells." I said to the girl, "And don't you have to go with your mom to Whale of a Tale?"
"I'll just skip it." She said, her face with a large smile. "Pleaseeeee."
"Okay, okay! We can go." I said to her.
She squealed excitedly, "Okay! I'll meet you down!"
I laughed quietly as I grabbed a new swimsuit. This one was a blue and white bikini and I loved it.
I saw Susannah and Laurel down in the kitchen.
"Laurel, I'm so sorry I'm stealing Belly, but we were gonna go swimming and I know you have Whale of a Tale today bu-" I rambled.
"It's okay, I'll go with her." Susannah said, a large smile forming on her face.
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"You want to race?" I asked Belly as we stood in the sand.
"No, I can't possibly keep up with you, you're always running, I see on your stories." She joked.
Before I knew it, the girl had sprinted, dropping her towel and flip flops.
"Cheater!" I shouted and laughed as I too dropped my things, running to go after her.
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"Steven, I swear to god, look at that phone one more time and it's going in the screen basket." Laurel said as we ate dinner.
Belly and I looked at each other before laughing.
I was crammed in between Jeremiah and Conrad, and it was interesting. I avoided Conrad as much as I could.
"It's just, we want to see your beautiful faces." Susannah said as she smiled at all of us which made Belly and I laugh even harder.
Steven continued to go on his phone, doing god knows what. I watched as Jeremiah snatched it from across the table and threw it in the basket that was on the other side of the room.
"Dude, are you kidding me?" Steven said in disbelief.
Jeremiah on the other hand was cheering for himself, "Boom, Nailed it!"
"We get it, you've been working out." Steven said.
"Someones jealous about Jere having a nicer body..." Belly and I said in sync.
Conrad hadn't said anything at all during dinner, and I knew people could feel the tension.
"Aren't you leaving for training camp soon?" I asked Conrad, turning to him.
Susannah cut in, "Uh... he quit football."
All of us looked at Conrad in shock. He was good at football and not only that, but he was going to do college football.
"He can always change his mind though." Susannah said, as she grabbed a bread roll.
"I'm not changing my mind." Conrad said, no emotion whatsoever. "I'll just sit on the bench anyways."
"Well, if you're not playing football anymore, what are you gonna do all summer?" Laurel asked.
Steven shot up in surprise, "Oh, dude, you can work at the club with me and Jere."
Conrad shook his head no though.
"Wait, you guys are working this summer?" Laurel asked in disbelief.
Jeremiah began talking, "Yeah, I'm lifeguarding and Steven's working in the snack shop."
Something seemed to spark in Susannah as well as she began rummaging through things.
"Oh Y/N and Belly! I almost forgot. I have a surprise for the two of you."
Two envelopes were in Susannah's hands. One addressed to Belly and the other addressed to me.
"What.. uhm. What is that?" Laurel stuttered.
"I got them both invitations to be a debutante." Susannah said proudly
There were a bunch of comments being made about the whole debutante ball and about Belly, but I zoned it all out, staring at the invitation.
"Y/N." Susannah's voice said, bringing me out of my state.
"Hm?" I asked.
She motioned to the envelope.
"Oh, yeah, I'll think about it..."
I walked up the stairs to the hall with all of the kids rooms. God, you could hear Steven belting to As the World Caves In.
I don't know how I was gonna do anything with him singing so loudly, so I grabbed a red bikini and changed into it, grabbing a towel and heading outside.
Of course, Conrad was sitting out there, but instead his feet were dipped in the water and he had a joint in his mouth.
I felt his gaze on me as I put my towel down and jumped into the cold water. I stayed under for two minutes before going back up for air.
"Wasn't sure if you were trying to drown yourself or not." Conrad said blatantly.
"Glad to see you wouldn't help even if I was." I said to the brunette sarcastically. "And I thought you said smoking pot was bad for you."
"Never said that." He stated.
"Pass." I said, motioning towards the joint in between his fingers.
"No." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes at him. And I still hated him.
"Hey, are you actually thinking about doing the debutante thing?" Conrad asked after a few minutes.
"Don't know, don't know why you would care either." I shot back at him.
"Why are you acting so different?" Conrad scoffed.
"You should be asking yourself that same thing." I said to the boy.
"Y/N, I know you." Conrad tried to say.
"Yeah? Do you?"
Before he could respond a scream was heard with the glass door being slid open.
"First bonfire of the summer!" Jeremiah's voice screamed. I heard Steven laugh and another set of footsteps.
"Can I come too?" It was Belly.
"Wait, I wanna go." I added in.
The boys looked at Belly and I.
"Uh no." Steven said.
I mean it, Steven is the most dramatic boy I have ever met.
"The moms are getting everything set up for your movie night." Jeremiah said to Belly and I.
The boys said their various goodbyes before running off.
Belly had grabbed my towel for me to dry off and the two of us went inside.
"Brownies are going in!" We heard Susannah say.
"Got put the DVD in please." Laurel said to us.
"I actually have a headache, I think I'm just gonna go to sleep early. It's been a busy travel day." I said to Laurel and Susannah.
"Aw, alright, honey. Goodnight, love you." Susannah said as she kissed my forehead. I gave Laurel a hug before walking up the stairs.
I turned around though, making eye contact with Belly and winking at her. She nodded in response. We had an idea.
As soon as I heard Belly's door close, I ran to her room with an assortment of clothing.
"Hi Taylor!" I said to the blonde on the phone.
"Hi Y/N!" She responded.
I changed in the corner of Belly's room as her and Taylor were discussing their new drama. They always added me in on new things going in which I appreciated.
"Oh my god, Taylor, Y/N's outfit is so cute." Belly said as she dragged me in the camera frame.
I was wearing a green flowy tube top that was sheer at the stomach and had a floral design with orange and pink colors. As well as a short white mini skirt.
"Belly, what's that pink thing in your bag?" I asked, pointing to a hot pink strap.
"That's the surprise!" Taylor shouted through the phone.
Belly pulled it out, revealing a short hot pink dress.
"Oh my god." Belly and I said in unison.
Belly laughed, "No way in hell. And won't you be able to see my underwear in that?"
"Wear a thong." I suggested.
Belly had gone into this rant about how unhygienic thongs are how they're basically flossing your butthole which Taylor and I laughed at.
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Belly and I somehow sneaked past the moms as they watched their movie. I'm surprised they never saw us walk past them, but there was a mix of crying and laughter while watching the movie.
We walked to the beach, which was actually quite long considering the beach was our backyard, but they were further down.
As we made it closer, we could see a bonfire and here loud music.
"I'm gonna kill Taylor." Belly mumbled to me which made me laugh.
"Yo, gas station girl!" A man called out. We both turned our attention and he looked at least 20...
"You've gotten yourself a treat." I said, winking at her before walking away.
"Where you coming from?" The guy asked. I'll just say it. He was a weirdo.
"We just came from another party." I said, breaking in. Belly looked like she was gonna pass out.
"Sweet. Hey, take my beer." He said as he kept pushing his beer onto Belly.
She kept rejecting the beer, but he continued to insist.
"Got a boyfriend back home? Either of you?" He asked
I watched and spotted Steven in the crowd, but Belly seemed to have gotten to his name first.
"Steven!" She called out.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, looking at us. His eyes stayed on Belly for longer though, "And what the fuck are you wearing?"
Sadly, the gas station guy jumped in, "I invited her. So who the fuck are you?"
"I'm her brother and she's 15 you pedo." Steven snapped.
Belly stammered, "I-I'm almost 16."
I shot her a glare, knowing we were already in deep trouble.
I watched as Belly and Steven got into their little argument as he moved her away. God this was gonna be an embarrassing night.
She had tripped over something, I'm not even sure what, and fell and ate dirt...
I ran towards the poor girl who just fought back at my arms.
"Belly, it's me." I said to her calming her down.
I looked over to see Conrad standing with a girl who looked at Belly and I. Well everyone looked at Belly and I, but not as long as Conrad did.
"I thought you hated the Red Sox." I said to the brunette as. He had a Red Sox baseball cap on.
"Who are you?" The girl next to him asked.
"Who are you?" I asked her.
"Nicole, Conrad and I went to the deb ball last summer."
It felt like someone had stabbed me throughout my whole body. Like I was heartbroken again.
"Didn't you say that deb balls are bullshit and debs are sheep?" I asked Conrad.
"I didn't..." Conrad said, but I knew he wanted me to shut up.
"I hate you so much. Go fuck someone." I said to Conrad before walking off. Belly had already walked off before.
"You're an asshole, Y/N." Conrad shouted back.
I sat in the sand close to the water. Belly sat with me as well.
"I hate them, they're absolutely dicks." I said to her, throwing a rock into the water.
She didn't say anything, only hummed in response.
I watched out of the corner of my eye a boy tapping Belly's shoulder, "Flavia?
"Hi?" Belly questioned as she looked at me and him.
"It's me, Sextus."
"What did you just say to us?" I asked.
He stammered, "no, no, no, Sex-tus. From your seventh grade Latin Convention" He pointed to Belly.
I looked at Belly raising an eyebrow, seeing if this guy was normal. She nodded slowly.
I got up from the sand, brushing it off and walking to the other side of the campfire with not much light. I wanted to give Belly her night.
The water was cold as it reached my ankles. It was cold out and I could tell that I should've brought a jacket.
There was a lot of noise and rants coming from behind, but I didn't look, not until I saw Conrad's figure.
fuck. what did he get himself into.
I walked closer to the fight as someone had pushed Conrad and I was hit in the head with his elbow.
"Fuck." I grunted as I put a hand to my forehead.
"Are you okay?" I felt Jeremiah's arms around me.
"Cops! Cops!" I heard people yell.
Jeremiah had opened the door to his car for me, "You okay to buckle yourself up?"
"Yeah." I responded, holding ice to my head that they had used in a cooler.
"Okay, because Conrad's a big baby when he's drunk." Jeremiah muttered.
I saw Belly walking with the same guy, he didn't seem rude or anything, but we needed to get home.
"Belly, come on get in the car!" I yelled out to her.
"Cam can get me a ride home, right, Cam?" Belly asked the guy next to her.
He nodded eagerly "Yes, yes I can."
Jeremiah stepped into the conversation, "No, you're not getting into a car with someone you just met."
Cam held out his hand, "I'm Cam. Cameron."
"Your name is Cam Cameron?" I asked jokingly.
"No, it's j-just Cam, but we actually know each other from the Latin convention in 7th grade." He explained.
"Okay, no offense, but no, Belly, get in the car." Jeremiah ordered.
Cam, scratched the back of his head, "Um you should probably get into the car... but the whaling boat that I'm interning on leaves the dock at dawn every morning, so I was wondering you'd wanna come." He stuttered over some of his words, obviously flustered.
Belly laughed a little, "Uh yeah, yes. I mean how else will you get your hoodie back?"
It was absolutely so cute how flustered the two were with one another.
Jeremiah started the engine and then turned it off, "Fuck, Steven! Belly come with me, and Y/N, watch Conrad, we'll be right back."
He shut the door and with that I was left with a drunk passed out Conrad.
I felt as he touched my hair, "Your hair is always like a little kids, it's always a bit messy." Conrad said in awe.
I grabbed my hair back, putting it on my chest.
A knock on the window and a flashlight shown on my eyes made me already want to kill myself even more.
"Have you kids been drinking?" An officer asked. And at that moment. I knew we all fucked up.
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"Officers, thank you for bringing them all home. I promise you it won't happen again."
The officers were let out and I never thought I would see Laurel angry, ever.
"How could you guys be so irresponsible?" Laurel asked as she looked at all of us.
Steven talked first, "Mom, it's not that big of a deal, it was a mistake. And the cops were looking to break up the bonfire either way."
"You don't think this is a big deal, Steven? The cops picked you guys up for underage drinking, that's a pretty big deal, Steven."
Laurel scoffed at us, "Were you guys smoking?"
"What?" Conrad asked loudly.
"Keep your voice down, Susannah's asleep on the couch." Laurel scolded.
"Just so you know Laurel, I didn't drink tonight... I was the DD, I swear." Jeremiah said, raising his hands up in defense.
She ignored his comment though, turning straight to Conrad.
"You're the oldest, what the hell has gotten into you recently?" She questioned them.
I had never been so scared in my life.
"And you two, since when did you guys ever leave the house without telling anyone? And what the hell are you wearing, Belly?"
"It's Taylor's. And why aren't Y/N and I allowed to go out?" Belly asked.
"It isn't that you guys aren't allowed to go out, of course you are, but you didn't tell us. How didi you guys even get there?"
"We walked..." I mumbled.
The rest of the five minutes we spent yelling quietly and arguing with one another.
Laurel sighed, "Just go to bed you guys."
She held back Conrad and I, "I know you both are going through things and you can always talk to me, but please, tell me what's going on."
"Nothing." I said before he could even answer. I moved past her hand, walking upstairs off to my room.
The silence in my room was interrupted not long after with a knock. I sighed as I opened the door. Conrad stood there, which I didn't expect at all.
"Hi." I said.
It was awkward... "You know you're gonna have a black eye tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, and it's already tomorrow." I responded.
He nodded awkwardly, beginning to walk over to his room.
"Hey, do you remember anything that happened last night?" I asked. "Never mind, you were pretty wasted."
"I always remember everything when I drink."
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I sat on the beach and I just kept replaying the events of the night before. God it made it seem like I liked Conrad Fisher again, which I didn't. Because I couldn't.
Speaking of Conrad, he had come behind me, smoking a joint.
"Let me have a puff." I said to him.
"No."
"Why?"
"My mom and Laurel would actually murder me."
"Fine. Since I can't smoke, then you can't either." I stated.
Conrad sighed, "Why do you even care?"
"It's bad for you. Just because we broke up doesn't mean I won't look for your best interest."
"Hey, let's go pick up some of the good muffins before everybody else gets up."
I just stared at Conrad.
"This summers going to be different. I'm sorry." I said to him, walking off towards the house.
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lesbianpepsi · 9 months
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Fuck it I love you
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pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader
summary: When paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam.
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words: 2.320k
warnings: mean sam, light swearing, reader being down bad for our sammy, bad writing
authors note: alright my darlings the first chapter to the sam mini series as promised. the wonderful anon who requested this, my dear i am so sorry it took so long for me to get to this. although it's taken a while, i do hope you still enjoy this! feedback and comments are greatly appreciated:)
The wonders of college. 
You get to meet new people, explore your sexuality, party like there’s no tomorrow, try new things and staying up till three in the morning  crying over a piece of work that’s due that very morning that you decided to wait till the last minute to do only to instantly regret it, saying you’ll never do the same mistake next time but  knowing deep down inside you will. 
And of course the trials and tribulations of group projects. Something everyone loathed, and if anyone said otherwise they’re lying. 
You have never been a fan of group projects; so when your professor announced that you’ll be doing a pair project you couldn’t tell if you wanted to slap him or cry. Probably both. The absolute worst thing about projects that involve more than one party member is awkwardly asking a stranger if they’re willing to work with you.
That’s why when you heard that familiar sweet voice speak to you, you couldn’t help but smile. 
“You cool with doing this together?” Tara Carpenter asked you with a nervous smile. 
You and Tara aren’t exactly friends, more like acquaintances; if one missed a presentation the other would give them their notes to copy off of, saving a seat next to each other, saying hello if you ever see each other around campus. 
It isn’t the fact you don’t want to be friends with Tara, she seems like a really kind woman but she’s quite distant and quiet. You can’t judge her or shame her for it since you’re shy, awkward and always in a state of anxiety. 
Maybe this would be the push to make you and Tara become friends. 
You smile at the brunette with an appreciative gleam in your eyes. “Please. I was already planning a speech on why the professor should allow me to do this alone.” Tara laughs, covering her mouth with her hand as the corner of her eyes crinkled with delight. 
“Lucky for me then.” Tara stays silent for a few moments before she added. “Do you wanna just get the whole awkward phone exchange now?” 
You chuckled, nodding your head as you dug out your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, unlocking it and passing it over to her. Tara stares between and your phone almost bewildered with the fact you just passed your phone over to her without hesitation, rather than just saying your number. 
She slowly takes your phone and adds her phone number into your contacts texting herself before passing it back to you. You smiled at her as you pocketed your phone back into its original space of your pocket. 
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A few days have passed ever since you and Tara exchanged phone numbers but no plans had been made on when you two should start. You refused to leave this till the last second like you’ve done so many times before, swallowing your nerves you unlock your phone and send Tara a message.
Me (11:32am): hey tara it’s y/n from class, i was wondering what day we can meet to start our project. i was thinking we could meet in the library whenever you can :) 
Instantly you shut your phone off after the message is delivered; there always has been something so weirdly intimidating about messaging someone you don’t really know. Deciding to distract yourself you go make yourself a sandwich for lunch, leaving your phone in your room. 
After two episodes of New Girl and a delicious sandwich had been eaten you returned to your room in search of your phone. Flopping down on your bed you grab your phone and see Tara has messaged you back.
Tara (12:15pm): hi y/n:) if you’re free we can meet today to get started on our project? the only issue is that i can’t come to the library
Me (12:23pm): im more than good with today!! :D
Me (12:23pm): do you wanna come over to my apartment then??
Tara (12:24pm): actually is it alright if you come over to my apartment, around half two?
Me (12:24pm): yeah idm, just as long as we start it lol. where do you live?
Tara (12:28pm): the apartment complex near Blackmore, apartment number 56
Me (12:28pm): okie dokie, see you soon :D 
Tara (12:29pm): 😊👍
You grinned to yourself slightly proud you’ve decided to be smart and start this project early. You just hoped the actual planning of the project would go just as smoothly. 
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At two you decided to leave your apartment, wearing a simple white shirt along with some mom jeans. Not even ten minutes into your walk it began pouring down with rain, leaving you sprinting towards the complex as your heavy backpack hit your bag with every step. 
Slamming the double door entrance to the apartment complex open, you instantly gasp for breath as water drips off of every part of you. 
How fucking typical. 
You pull out your phone and with wet fingers you send Tara a quick message before slowly starting to walk up the stairs. 
By the second floor you started to get tired, by the third you began wondering why the fuck there isn’t an elevator in this place, by the fourth you’re questioning your life choices and by the time you arrive on the fifth floor you’re breathing like a life long smoker who just ran towards the store after noticing they’re out of cigarettes.
Like a zombie you walk over to the apartment door with the number ‘56’ on it, sluggishly you raise your hand and knock on the door two times.
After a painstakingly long time a woman answers the door, and you’re pretty sure your heart explodes at the sight of her. 
She’s got olive skin that looks so irresistibly smooth, dark brown eyes that glared at you, she’s around the same height of you if not maybe a bit taller. She’s leaning against the door frame as she’s only opened the door a small amount so her figure could be shown. 
Her lips are pulled in a tight straight line as her arms crossed over her stomach, the tight grey vest top she’s wearing showing off her impressive biceps. She’s glaring at you with her cold eyes as she glowers down at you. 
“Who are you?” She asks in a voice that is ever so raspy, her eyes gazing up and down your body. Your ears burn scarlet red at her eyes checking you out as you stare at her in awe. “I’m, uhm, Tara’s project partner. Y/n L/n.” You stutter out as you can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. 
If this isn't gay panic you don’t know what is. 
“Why are you so wet?” She questions with judging eyes.
‘Cause of you
“It started raining after I left my apartment and I didn’t bring a coat.” You explained with a nervous smile as you locked eyes with the woman’s. 
She hummed as she turned to look behind her, after a few seconds the door opened wider and Tara appeared next to the woman, the height difference between the two almost making you laugh.
Tara smiled a small smile to you before it faded and changed into shocked one. “You’re soaked.” She states in a matter of fact way. You laugh nervously as you nod your head, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Started raining on the way here.” 
She frowned concerned as she took a step back, allowing you to enter, while the older woman still stayed in the doorway, glaring daggers at you. You swallowed nervously as Tara glared at the woman. “Sam, she's fine, don't be a bitch.” 
Sam
Sam stares at you for a while before she reluctantly leaves the doorway and back into the apartment, you smile at Sam’s behaviour as you turn to look at Tara.
“Sorry about her, she's just really protective over me.” Tara apologises with a smile as you enter the apartment, closing the door behind you. 
As you get a good view of the apartment you notice two other people talking to Sam, you've seen them around Blackmore.
The three of them are glaring at you as they whisper among each other. When they notice you’re looking at them they silence, all silently staring back at you.
Without thinking, you wave your hand at them as you smile. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you two before around campus.”
Tara doesn’t allow you to say more as her slender fingers wrap around your wrist as she drags you towards the dining table, your eyes remained on her beautiful sister Sam.
“I'll get you a towel, you prepare.” Tara tells you with a smile before taking off. You nod your head as you do as she said, take off your backpack and take out everything from inside it and place it onto the table.
Tara thankfully returns a few minutes later with a towel and a dry hoodie, she passes them over to you.
“You can borrow the hoodie if you want since your shirt is more than less see through.” She says with an amused laugh, you look down at blush at the fact it’s quite obvious you’re wearing a black bra.
“Thank you.” You tell her with an embarrassed laugh as you shamelessly take off your shirt and throw it into your bag before putting on the hoodie. It's warm and slightly too big for you, but you don’t mind it. 
Grabbing the towel you place it under you, making sure you wouldn’t utterly soak the chair from the rain on your pants.
She gives a smile before she begins talking about her plans on what you two could do, stretching to reach the notebook full of notes you had brought with you. 
You tried listening to Tara, you truly did, but not even five minutes after Tara had begun talking Sam had entered the kitchen to make a drink.
Suddenly every word Tara uttered it went into one ear and flew right through the other. 
Her back faced you as she grabbed the glass from the top cabinet, not even having to go on the tip of her toes to reach it, something the shorter Carpenter would definitely have to do.
You smiled without noticing the longer you gazed at the gorgeous woman as she carried on making her drink. 
“Y/n.” 
You snapped your head back at Tara who had her eyebrows raised. “Did you listen to anything I said?”
Sam turned to look at the both of you as she leaned against the counter, sipping her drink. Her eyes focused on you as she drank at a slow pace.
You smiled nervously at her to which Sam only scowled back at you. 
“Yeah, uhm, work and stuff right?” You waffled with a smile, Tara simply sighed as she shook her head. She went to say something but got interrupted by her older sister.
“Is that my hoodie?” Your head whips back towards Sam’s direction, Sam’s eyes focused on you. You blushed as you noticed Tara and let you borrow McHottie’s Sam's hoodie, not hers.
Your fingers toyed with the bottom of the hoodie nervously, before you could reply with utter gibberish Tara answered over you. “I let her borrow it since she was completely soaked.” She explained with a brief tight smile.
Sam hummed as she dropped the glass onto the counter. “But why give my hoodie to her? Why not yours?” 
“Because It was closest to me, Sam. Jesus she isn’t going to do anything so calm down.” Tara defended you in an annoyed tone now, her eyes glaring at Sam as she leaned on her hand. “And tell Chad and Mindy to cut it out with the staring.” 
“I can give it back if you’d like?” You gingerly asked. Both of the girl’s heads snapped towards you at your words. 
“You don’t have to-” Tara started before Sam interrupted her speedily 
“Yes. Give it back.” She demanded, pushing herself off the counter as she advanced towards you. Without hesitation you ripped the hoodie off of you, pulling it over your head quickly as your shirt rolled up with it.  
You smiled sweetly at her as you passed her the hoodie with your right hand, your left hand not so subtly pulling down your shirt. Her fingers grazed over your knuckles as she retrieved the jumper from your hand, her eyes ogling at your shirt momentarily. 
Her eyes connected with yours again as she pulled the hoodie to her side, she glowered over you as you looked up at her with a nervous smile. 
She’s so fucking pretty, oh my fucking-
“Don’t give my stuff out again, Tara.” Sam told her sister as her eyes stayed glued to yours, “Sure, whatever, will you just leave now?” Tara says with annoyance clear in her tone, Sam stared at you for a few more seconds before she fulfilled her sister’s wish by leaving the kitchen silently. 
Your eyes followed her leaving until she was out of your sight. Your eyes landed on the glaring twins to which you smiled awkwardly at them before you returned your attention back to Tara. 
The shorter girl huffed as she flicked through a few pages of a notebook. “Sorry about her, she’s just really protective over me.” She apologised again.
You smiled dreamily at her as you thought more of the older sister. “You don’t have to apologise, it’s actually kinda sweet.” 
Tara gives you a funny look as she snorts a laugh, her fingers finally stopping as she lands on the particular page she was looking for. “You must be delusional if you think Sam is sweet.” 
Guess I’m delusional then, you thought with a smile as your eyes gazed over the half full glass Sam had left in the kitchen. 
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hidden-poet · 3 months
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President Snow part 3
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Previous chapters; 1 and 2
Summary; After Lucy-Grey there was you.
warnings; slavery, Uncon, angst, dark!Coriolanus snow.
3/3
"Did you hear? Y/n L/n was sold into maids standing by her father last year". Festus creed plopped another Hors d'oeuvre into his mouthlike he was talking about the weather.
Coriolanus feels his body still at his words. The drink he pushed to his lips couldn't make its way into his mouth. He had looked for you at every social function. Even called upon where you once lived, only to be turned away by a new family living there.
He had assumed you had married and your family followed to where your new husband lived. If he was a manufacture he properly lived closer to the districts. The thought made him sick.
But no. You had been waiting for him. Training for him for the past year in maid training.
"I was thinking of adding her to my collection of the fallen"
Coriolanus's blood boils at the thought.
"Who?" Clemensia asks matching the almost bored expression of Festus.
"You know Arthur's daughter. The Banker who was stealing from the Pamen National bank. His daughter was a few years below us. Used to play on the volley ball team".
"When does she go to auction?" Clemensia warms at his words. She remembered her after all.
"Why so you can steal her from me?"
"What use would we have for a girl trained in fine arts and history? it won't make her a better floor scrubber. Right, Coriolanus?"
"i am still not sure who you are talking about" Coriolanus lied.
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Coriolanus returns home later then usual. He had gone to a party but normally he only made a quick appearance for an hour or two before returning. But this time he returned well into the night.
You wouldn't have minded if it hadn't of got so late. You were tired and he hated to come home to find you asleep. When you heard the door unlock you knew you would only have to stay up for an hour more.
As he entered the room to find you laying on the bed watching TV, he doesn't crawl over to you or demand you help him undress.
Instead he takes a dress out of your closet, that was mostly filled with his extra clothes, and tosses it to you.
"I have a surprise for you. Get dressed".
You do as your told taking off your nightdress in front of him and putting on the dark blue sun dress.
He eyes you slowly before taking your hand and leading you down the hall to the living room.
You wondered about the surprise and the need to dress for it. Normally his surprises entailed the exact opposite.
It made sense when you turned the corner and saw an elderly man sitting on the large white couch.
You heart leaps at the sight of your father sitting in the living room.
"dad" you cry tearing your hand from Coriolanus . He gets up upon seeing you and you both throw your arms around each other.
"Oh my baby". His arms felt safe and secure.
Coriolanus is quick to breck up the scene, taking you back into his grasp with a tight hold on your wrist. He brings you to the other side of the couch, away from your father.
"given your rise i thought you might like the opportunity to buy back your daughter" Coriolanus spoke with a cold hard tone.
Your toes curled in excitement. You were going home and you were going home a lady.
Your father straightened his back and shook off imaginary weight from his shoulders.
"I sure would. How much did you pay?"
"Less then what she is worth and less then what she is currently worth after my teachings".
You shudder. He was going to make this more difficult then it had to be.
"Lets start at a thousand panars".
"Let me show you the door at a thousand panars. My shoes cost more".
You wrap your hand around Coriolanus's wrist as he held yours. That was a good offer he spat at.
"Please Coriolanus" you beg.
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Coriolanus had a private showing at the slave quater the very next morning.
It was the earliest he could convince the owner of the house to have a showing. Which still wasn't early enough for him.
He paced through lines of young girls trying to find you. He remembered what you liked like at the Academy but people had a awful habit of changing.
He stopped in front of one girl who could have been you. Roughly the same height as he remembered. Same color eyes, although he never saw them up close so he couldn't be certain. Her hair seemed a lighter shade of Y/H/C and her nose seemed larger.
He continued satisficed that she most likely was not the girl he was looking for. He continues through the line of girls all dressed neatly in simple white dresses. They were more like potato sacks with arm holes.
They were organized according to training and skill. The girls who had been with the house the longest and received the most training were shown first.
He skipped the queue, you wouldn't be amongst them. He started in the middle and grew more frustrated as he neared the end. He knew once he spotted you he would know.
He scanned ahead looking for your hair color and height.
He saw a possibility far off and bee lined for it, ignoring the words of the owner as he took off.
Once he stood in front of you, he knew without a doubt that you were her. His Y/N.
You had barely changed from his memory. You had lost a little bit of weight no doubt from the stress of it all. Your eyes had dulled over a tad and your hair was less shiny and neat, but all the same you were as he remembered.
"President Snow, she is only trained as a house maid. She wouldn't be trained adequately for you", the owner of the house explained.
"Good then I don't have to train her out of annoying habits".
You looked worried, and he wondered if it was at the thought of being chosen or at not being chosen.
"Open your mouth" His first command to you.
You do and he pretends to check your teeth. Not an unordinary practice for a buyer but not of interest for Coriolanus.
He had longed to exert control over you.
Walking to school he would day dream to make the trek bearable in his tight shoes.
He dray dreamed he would find you at school and pluck the flowers out of your hair. "Don't wear these. They make you look childish" he would say.
At lunch time he would take the liberty of filling both your plates with food of his choice while you trailed close behind him.
You would wait for him after each class at his place of choosing. sometimes waiting just outside the door while he astonishes the classroom with his hard learned knowledge. He was sure he was going to get the Plinth prize and go off to university. There would be no need for you to do the same.
But his poverty kept him shackled and your money (however so dwindling) kept you safe.
Before if he told you to open your mouth for inspection you would laugh at him, now if he told you to hop on the spot, you would hop.
"how much?" he asked the sweaty little owner.
They agreed and you were tossed in the sold cage while Coriolanus filled out paperwork. He tired not to seem egger to collet you.
He had never personally brought a maid and had no idea it involved this much paper. He only glanced at whatever he was signing, trusting the person who explained each document to him.
When he was finally allowed to go collect you, he found himself stuck at the door.
How would he approach this? should he call you by your name to show he knew you or place the burden on you to make the connection.
You never even talked to him in school but perhaps you shared the same quiet fascination with him.
If not, he was still President Snow, and you were a loyal subject. He could image you would be awe-struck at the opportunity to serve him.
He yanked open the door and walked with powerful strides. You were sitting in the holding cell, curled into a ball on the floor.
You got up upon seeing him, and came closer to the bars.
"Here" he held out a cold water bottle that he got from the owners assistant. He wished he drank some of it. He would have spat in it if he had registered that he was going to give it to you.
his action took you both by surprise. But you take it.
"Thank you, President Snow".
He gained no sense of familiarity with your words.
He waited for a 'we went to school together' or a 'I always knew you were going to be President of Panem'.
But nothing came. You drank your water and even separated yourself from the bars.
You gave no sign you recognized him from the Academy days. You gave no plea to his sense of fellowship, or tried to give yourself false standing upon your upbringing.
When he had asked about your standing you had told him you were born into your situation. A bold move to someone who held your paperwork in his hand. The entire history of you, as well as your in and outs.
Still he didn't correct you. Perhaps you were waiting to pull the secret past card for a rainy day.
"Your name is Y/N? is that correct"
two could play the i don't remember game.
You nod.
"Well Y/N, in about 10 minutes two peacekeepers will come and take you to a van where you will be escorted to the Presidential estate. From there the Headmistress will make you presentable and begin your training as my servant".
His hands curl around the bars and he pushes himself closer to you.
"I have high expectations of you. Don't disappoint me".
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'Coriolanus please. I'll come back any time you want me to. Do anything for you. But please let me return home".
Your words took his mind breifly to imagining a different life with you. They never caught him for cheating and with the Plinth prize under him, he took your hand in marriage.
And yet still, in his imagation you stood in the living room, perhaps better dressed, and said the same words.
He really did just want to own you.
Coriolanus said nothing and turned his eyes back to your father.
"You made a deal with Mr Grenge for 300 million panams. So my price for Y/N is 300 million panams"
"that's everything" he father mutters.
'She is everything". You didn't believe it. Not to him.
"I-I Can't. I'd be ruined again".
"You could always sell her back. At a discount of course".
'Please" you try again.
"It would be a fun 18 hours for you" Coriolanus taunts.
"we could pay in instalments" you father tries.
"Do i seem like a patient man?"
"Patient enough to wait for your time to strike" Your father is seething, "It wasn't surprise I felt about her being here, only dread".
Coriolanus smirks trying to hide it by rubbing his forefinger across his bottom lip.
" I saw you every time I picked her up from school. Lingering in the background like a parasite. Coriolanus Snow's got eyes for my daughter, I thought to myself, how harmful could he truly be".
He dad crosses the boundary of the living room table. His face contorted with anger.
"Then I saw you dangle that poor district 12 girl in the Hunger games. You were no harmless school boy, I realized, you were your fathers son. And that is a very dangerous thing to be".
"Careful. You don't speak to that school boy now. President Snow is who you address, and you've said enough to get yourself hanged".
You place a hand on Coriolanus shoulder as if to keep him pinned to the chair.
"Y/N I am so sorry. He was gone when I sold you. I thought you'd be house maid to one of the lady's. I never thought he'd get his hands on you".
The old man takes you into his arms. His baby daughter who he threw directly into the mouth of the wolf.
"No sale has been made yet" Coriolanus reminds him, "Do we have a deal of 300 million panems or are you touching some one else's property?".
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The first few months in the presidential estate were terrible and Coriolanus saw to it.
You were beaten for everything for quick training. Even things you were sure you did right were wrong.
He had to give it to you, despite your privileged up bringing, you were a hard worker. Every time he checked on you, which was often, you were never found sitting down. Always on the move scrubbing something, dusting something, organizing lien cupboards.
He only caught you once reading a passage from a poetry book kept in the library. Old habits die hard, he supposed. He remembered you loved to read.
You would often read stretched out in the sun during lunch time at the academy garden. Coriolanus would watch from the schools library window, when he should have been studying. You again were interfering with him being the best he could be.
He called upon you during your dinner time. Requesting your presence in his office.
When you entered you saw your headmistress standing on the opposite side of the desk.
Coriolanus sat in his chair, looking bored. His head resting in his hand, not looking at the headmistress or you. Just staring blankly at his desk.
As you enter you can see the wooden Cain and the poetry book laying flat on the desk. Your legs turn to jelly the closer you got.
"President Snow. Headmistress" you greet.
"Which poem was it that caught your eye?" The old women grumbled.
You bring your hands to your chest and wring them together. You were still sore from your beating last night. You weren't sure you could take another one.
"i was only checking the book. The pages seemed loosed".
"Are you suggesting that the presidential estate would house such a book?"
You try and back track on your lie. Blaming lack of sleep and food for your mistake of the falling pages.
Coriolanus reaches for the book, flipping it to a random page and placing it back on the desk.
"Place your hands on the desk and read it" The headmistress demands, picking up the cain.
You face Coriolanus who watches you from his seat. You eyes swell with tears that spilled on it the page. He would keep the book in his draw rather than the library.
''My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk''
The headmistress brings the cain down upon your back, and your sentence comes out as a yelp.
"Or, or, or emptied some dull-ll opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had-saH-Sunk!".
It strikes after each pause. Your hands curl into fists upon the page.
"Tis,not,through,envy,of, thy,happy,lot" You rush and two strikes come down upon your back.
"Cheeky girl!" your headmistress reprimanded.
"But being too happy in thine happines" you slow.
He closes his eyes to the sound of the Cain coming down and images the school garden. Both school children again in the red uniforms. You lay in the sun together. Coriolanus rested his head on your lap as you read out your poem. You stroke his hair and he feels the warm sun on his face.
Your desperate act pulls him from his day dream. He looks at the women before him. A women he owed.
No school children in sight; the President of Panem and a slave take their place.
You finish your poem looking up to him for salvation. You do not receive it.
"Again" he demanded.
He wouldn't leave during your nightly flogging. He would lock the door and free his cock from his trousers. He loved the thought of you so vunruable, so brusied and battered at his command.
He would image you with your dress down, tied to the whipping post as he brought the whip down on you. He imaged your squirming and crying for him. God, there was nothing he loved more than control.
He would wait until the flogging was announced to be over before he would return home.
He was always so sure that you would come to him the very next morning and beg for him to save you from the whipping post. Exchanging anything in return.
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"I am so sorry. I have your mother to look after. She's not been well Y/N"
"Dad you can't leave me here"
"We'll visit" He insisted.
"No you won't"
You both turn to Coriolanus in his chair, half forgotten he was there.
"We'll write to you"
"It won't be delivered"
"I am sorry" your father finally accepted, 'Maybe once I make more money".
"Daddy please" you whine. He won't be given another chance, you know it. You weren't sure this chance was entirely truthful.
"I am so sorry" he repeats pulling away from you. He rushes to collet his things. You aim to go to him, to hold him one last time but Coriolanus rises from his chair.
He takes your hand in a tight grip.
"You'll find a maid downstairs. She'll help you to the door".
Your father looks at Coriolanus with hate filled eyes, but nodded his head in understanding. President Snow held all the cards, you both were nothing but pawns for him to entertain himself with.
'So sorry we could not do business together".
Your father doesn't answer too overcome with emotion of selling his daughter for a second time. He rushes away in shame and you fall to your knees.
Coriolanus lets go of your hand so you could curl yourself into a ball on the floor.
He lets you sob and heave on the floor by his feet. He knew telling you to stop would be a waste of breath.
He waits until you can control your breath again before he crouches down next to you.
He snakes a arm under your side to pull you to his chest. His arm curls around your shoulders to keep you there, while his hand cradles the back of your head. He rests his cheek against the top of your head while you sob. Loudly and painfully, you sob into his chest.
You can hear footsteps pounding down the hall way and you knew it was Clemessia.
"Get her to stop or I'll hang her by her feet in my study. She'll wake the children".
Coriolanus raises his eyebrows at her but does not uncurl his body from you to follow her command.
You quieten anyway. It's fine, you tell yourself, you've lost nothing.
You hold your breath counting to a slow ten and then release it a couple of times. It helped regain your composure.
Coriolanus unhooks himself from you and reaches into his breast pocket to pull out his handkerchief. He wipes your face clean from snot and tears with an emotionless expression.
You weren't sure you could walk so when he picked you up and took you back to the bedroom you were thankful to not have to find out.
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Coriolanus spits his tea back into the cup.
There was nothing wrong with it. But he loved how panicked you got.
Your lips would part, your eyes fell wide, your chest would puff up.
How could there be something wrong with the tea again.
'i am so sorry, President Snow. I'll make another" You go to take the cup back.
'What's the point? You disturb me every time you come with another pot".
"I'll try not to in the future, Sir".
"what good are your efforts. I've watched you try for the past six months. You only slightly improved".
'i can do better. I will do better".
He loved the grovel.
"maybe the night without supper would help to refocus your mind?"
Your body tensed, and he could feel the anger radiating off you, even if he couldn't see it upon your face.
'Is that a good idea?" he teased.
"Yes, Sir" You tried not to spit the words.
"Good. Then it's settled. Go about your chores".
The next day he offered you a biscuit from his tray, and said nothing about his tea. Even through this one was too sweet for his liking.
It was the first time your hunger overtook your pride. You took it with a small thanks, excusing yourself at the first opportunity.
he watched the camera link. You had gobbled the biscuit down as soon as the door closed behind you.
Once a lady now a beggar.
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He took you to the bedroom and laid you down.
You didn't move. You couldn't move.
He talked as he undressed you.
"I know that was painful for you but you needed to see it".
He yanked your dress over your hand, leaving you in only your panties.
You turn from him to your side but he flips you back.
tears still run down your face but you make no noise.
"Why. So you could see it?" you bit.
"At some point you have accept your life here".
He slides your panties down your legs, leaving them on the floor.
"was it true?" you ask, "that we both went to the Academy".
"yes. I had a terrible crush on you for many years". Crush he called it but it couldn't be further from the truth.
"i never even noticed you all those years". The sentence stung him a bit.
He places his lips on your neck and bites down. You wiggle under him, pushing on his shoulders.
"You are making me suffer because you had a school boy crush?"
He rises up and undresses himself from his many layers.
"i am making you suffer because I can". He makes haste with the many buttons on his vest.
His sentence quietens you. He could make you suffer just because he wanted to. he could make your family suffer just because he wanted to.
He rips the clothes from his body, leaving them a messy pile on the floor.
He drags you to the center of the bed and crawls on top.
"In any case who would you rather, me, President of Panem, or some old business man, bored with his wife. That's who you would have gone to".
You try and turn to your side again but his hands catch your shoulders and bring them flat on the mattress again.
"You should really say thank you". He pumps himself over you.
You don't say anything, and your ungratefulness resulted in a harsh hold on your chin.
"Say it. Say thank you" he demands.
"Thank you" You spit hard and fast.
"Thank you, President snow". He nudges your legs further apart and lines himself up to your entrance.
"Thank you, President SNow" he enters you without warning and starts a steady thrust.
It had been years with him. Sex with him wasn't something you even blinked at. On occasion you could have even been called a participant.
But not tonight. You couldn't even rock your hips for your own feeling. You just lay there and take it.
Something about night had made Coriolanus feel like a school boy again, and he took it out in his hard and rough thrusts. He was President Snow and you would remember it.
He begins to sing the national anthem of Panem.
"Oh, Horn of Plenty One Horn of Plenty for us all! And when you raise-ah- the cry The brave shall heed the call And we shall never falter, hmm"
He grunts in your ear. He pushes himself upright where with his new position he places both his hands on your hips and pulls you closer so your legs were hooked over his hips.
"And when we raise the cry-y the brave shall heed", he huffs, "the call and we shall never fall"
He new position gave him deeper thrusts. As the song ends his hips loose their rhythm.
"Oh, Capitol Your glorious diamond shine A tribute to' The darkest days behind Oh! One Horn of Plenty for us all"
He bucks his hips as he leans back over you on the bed, a hand resting by the side of your head to keep his weight off you and the other used to keep your leg over his hip.
He never fully leaves you before he slams back in.
He groans as he cums, letting you milk him of anything he had left. Even after that he remains in you.
Coriolanus lets out a short breathy laugh, dropping your leg and pushing his body down on you. You huff in protest but he doesn't care. Placing small kisses and bites along your skin.
You remain still. Numb from the events of the night. You didn't even say goodbye to your father. You knew you would never see him again.
Coriolanus spent by using you, rests his head on your chest.
"Someday some one will kill you for your wrong doings, Coriolanus". You warn.
He chuckles in response. It won't be by his doll.
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Years later you stand in the crowd watching Katniss Everdeen raise her bow and arrow at Coriolanus.
You smile waiting for her to let go. You could see Coriolanus's eyes searching for you in the crown, unable to find you as hide amongst the people, before his settles on the eyes of his executer.
"MockingJay, may your aim be as true as your heart is pure".
The arrow flies but enters the heart of the Coin.
Coriolanus begins to laugh, blood spilling from his mouth as he does.
As the blood coats his shirt it is a reminder of his misdeeds. Against his people, his family, and importantly you.
You charge taking along a crowd of people with you.
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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 20 (end)
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pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader
genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance
pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)
warnings: swearing, sex joke, mention of death
summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?
word count: 3,740
screenshot count: 12
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You squeeze your eyes shut in pain as you quickly wake up. The pain medication the nurse administered hours ago wearing off again, shocking your system awake. You can hear the once gentle rhythmic beeping of your heart rate speed up ever so slightly, a tale-tell sign that you’re still in the hospital. You hear some shuffling around beside you. 
“Topher, if you use that call button again, I will hurt you.” Your voice croaks. You’ve barely used it the entire time you’ve been in the hospital. 
“You’re in pain, Y/n,” He says softly, hovering his hand over the call button. 
“I want to be awake for more than 20 minutes, Chan. That car didn’t kill me, being in pain for an hour surely won’t.” You groan, trying to slightly adjust your position in your hospital bed. 
“That’s not funny,” He says seriously. You crack your left eye open to find Chan pouting while leaning back in his chair. 
“Damn, guess I broke my funny bone in the accident,” You laugh, immediately wincing in pain. Chan sits up quickly, just watching you, not sure how to help. He’d take your pain away from you if he could.
But he can’t do anything, no matter how much he wants to. He can't say anything publically no matter how much he wants to in regards to your relationship and what happened to you. He can't get the people who are saying nasty things about you online to stop. He can't find Hana and make her hurt as much as you are right now. And because of all that, he feels guilty.
"Why do you keep making jokes?." He asks calmly, confused about how you could be joking around like your life wasn't turned upside down.
"Because I want to see you smile," You shut your eyes in pain again as you try to adjust your body, "And if I don't joke, I will cry and get so fucking angry." Chan gets up from his seat and helps you sit up, using the remote to move the bed for you.
"I'm not smiling while you're laid up in a hospital bed because of me." He says quietly as he helps you with your pillows.
"How about a quickie?" You joke.
"What is wrong with you?" You watch as Chan's ears turn red before he quickly finishes and retreats to his chair.
"Really? Not even the sex joke gets you? What happened to my To-To?"
"You nearly died," He mumbles under his breath. You're sure he said it quietly so he wouldn't hear you, so for his sake, you drop it.
The two of you sit in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. Now in your upright position, you open your eyes and look around the room. You have a private room, probably thanks to Chan. It's bright, the midday sun shining through the hospital room. A small pile of stuff sits in the corner of the room. Chan's things, he's practically lived with you in the hospital since you were moved out of the ICU. Before that, you overheard some of the boys talk about how he slept in the hotel lobby. His makeshift bed sits neatly by the window. He moves it closer when it's time for him to sleep so he can be close enough to you yet far enough away in case the nurses or doctors need to visit.
"Where's my mom?" You ask suddenly, remembering that Chan wasn't the only one staying with you.
"Oh, now you worry about your mom? Not when you were offering a quicky?" He cracks a small smile, but only briefly. You nearly missed it.
"I would have blamed it on the drugs." You smirk.
"She went with Jae to Daegu to get him settled at his new school and to look for a new place for all of you to live." He explains, sadness in his voice as his sentence ends.
"I don't want to live in Daegu." You whine.
"Daegu is nice. You'll like it there."
"You're not in Daegu. Neither is Sun Hee."
"I can be. I was thinking and--Hold on," You watch as Chan pulls out his phone from his pocket.
"Hey, what's up...What...What...When--Where...Did you call the police...Yeah, she's awake right now...Yeah, I'll tell her in a second...Okay, yeah thank you. Stay safe. Call me later." Chan hangs up and just stares at his phone, staring in disbelief. Smiling.
"What happened?" You ask, curious to know what could make your boyfriend so happy.
"They got her," He breathes, almost like a sigh of relief.
"Got who?" You furrow your eyebrows.
"Hana," He smiles, looking up at you now. Relieved tears in his eyes.
Hana. Your former best friend and roommate. The sole reason why you're in this situation. The reason why you've been stuck in a hospital bed for nearly a month with a cast up to your upper left thigh. The reason why you have a cast on your dominant hand. The reason why your ribs and lungs hurt every time you breathe or laugh or talk. The reason why you now have a scar on your abdomen where doctors had to stop you from bleeping out internally. The reason why your boyfriend is in so much pain right now.
When you first were admitted to the hospital and could receive visitors, two police officers came to try to get the full story of what happened. You told them repeatedly that you didn't walk into oncoming traffic. You were depressed, sure, but not enough to hurt yourself. You were adamant that you felt something, maybe a hand, push you but they never believed you. It wasn't until people somehow found out it was you in the accident and several videos of your accident surfaced online. And in the chaos, someone, a fan or maybe someone who was going to use the video to make fun of you, found a clip that shows you were clearly pushed. After a brief investigation, it was discovered that Hana pushed you. But she seemingly disappeared. You honestly thought she was somewhere in Japan with her mom's side of the family.
"What?"
"I don't know. I know the boys were with Sun Hee when it happened. And they're calling the police right now." He bounces in his seat.
"I'm going to need more context," You say, not sure if you're you're hearing correctly or not.
"Okay, give me a second," He says quickly, pulling out his phone again.
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You sit in your hospital bed, scrolling through Twitter on your phone. Sun Hee sits at the foot of your bed, drawing on your cast. Despite not talking or hanging out for weeks, the two of you could do nothing but sit in silence. Everything had been so crazy and now, for the first time in your lives, you were going to live in different cities. The silence tells you everything you need to know. How much you two love each other and how much you'd miss each other.
"Wait, what the fuck is he doing?" You mumble to yourself when you get a notification for a Channie's Room.
"What happened?" Sun Hee asks, looking up from her handiwork on your cast to see what you're talking about.
"Get my laptop, Chan's gone live." You say as you quickly send Chan a text asking him what he's doing.
"He wouldn't...would he?" Sun Hee asks, wasting no time getting your laptop from your bag.
Chan finally listened to you and went home yesterday to get some rest, but only because Sun Hee agreed to stay in his place. You were happy that he’d finally get a decent sleep, but watching him start a live scares you.
Sun Hee brings the laptop to the TV tray and logs in for you. But by the time she gets to YouTube, Chan is looking down at his phone. A few seconds later you get a text from simply saying that he loves you before he turns his screen to the camera and shows that he's turning off the camera.
"Hello everyone," You watch as Chan puts his phone down on the table, "I'm not going to read any comments today because I'm not here for a conversation. Which I know is a bit unordinary for me. But I really need you guys to listen." Chan speaks into the camera. He's currently sitting in his room at the dorm, the LED wolf ears lit up behind him.
"I'm going to kill him," You mutter under your breath as Sun Hee climbs into the hospital bed with you.
"While you hobble around?" She jokes.
"I'm going to kill you first." You glare at her.
"I know I've been really quiet about everything going on, but honestly, I had better things going on. Like taking care of my girlfriend."
"Oh my god, he just mentioned you on live as his girlfriend." Sun Hee bounces up and down, gently hitting your good arm in response, causing you to wince in pain. Your eyes shift over to the livestream comments, curious what everyone is saying. Sun Hee picks up on your silent panic and makes the video full-screen so you can't read anything.
"To be honest, I'm probably going to get in trouble for doing this, but I really don't care anymore. A lot of you are taking my silence as compliance and using it as a go-ahead to continue to be nasty. And all of you know pretty damn well that I don't let anyone get away with talking about my loved ones."
"Oh he's getting fired for sure," Sun Hee mutters under her breath.
"Sunnie," You warn, your anxiety already spiking because of the sudden Channie's room. The fact that he's going drastically off-script isn't helping.
"Sorry, babe," She mutters.
"We met before she even knew who I was so the rumors about her using me for my money and her being a sasaeng aren't anywhere near the truth. If you guys knew the full story you'd feel bad. But I'm not going to tell you the full story because I do deserve some privacy in my life."
You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee quickly pulls your phone out of your hand and sits on it. Probably to prevent you from going online to read comments about what's going on. She knows you so well.
"I'm just going to read you guys something that I found the other day," Chan clears his throat as he grabs something from his desk. Your blood freezes as you recognize the purple paper.
"I'm actually going to murder him," You say seriously. You're not mad, you're mortified. Mortified that you might be the downfall of his career.
"Dear Stray Kids, I’ve been a fan of you for a while. The first song I heard from you was Hero’s Soup. I know it’s only a B-side but I heard it first on ‘A Song for You’ when I was on my way home from cram school. I don’t know if it’s because the lyrics hit deep or because I was exhausted from school, but I cried. Maybe it was a combination of the two. But whatever it was, you made a devoted fan of me since 2018.
Not only have the eight of you gotten me through some rough times, you gave me a community that I love. A second family if you will. I showed you to my best friend and it made our relationship stronger. I live with both of my best friends. The first one I mentioned earlier and the other I met online in an online forum. I’ve made so many friends online and I no longer feel alone in the world. I even made an unlikely friend, Topher, who gave me this opportunity to meet you and give you this letter in person.
I’m trying to keep this letter short, and failing miserably to do so. I know you all are busy working hard for your stay but I do have one more message for all of you before I go: 
I.N, you’re doing so well. We’re all so proud of you.
Seungmin, your smile makes all of us so happy. You don’t have to hide it from us.
Felix, our sunshine boy, we love you so much.
Han, keep working hard but remember to take breaks.
Hyunjin, we see how hard you work.
Changbin, keep making us laugh
Lee Know, we see that you’re not cold and how much you love your members. We love you. 
Bang Chan, make sure you’re getting rest. You deserve it.
"Thank you for making the world a little brighter. Continue to do well. Love, Y/n." Chan stares at the paper in silence for a moment.
"When did you write that?" Sun Hee asks.
"Right before the meet and greet. Gave it to Chan before I knew he was Topher."
Chan finally looks up from the camera, his eyes glossy. Despite the sad looks you saw on his face the entire time he's been with you in the hospital. But seeing him actually about to cry might break you.
"Y/n is so kind and funny and caring--A lot of you judged her and treated her horribly just because she's dating me. Because she was rumored to be dating me. Before there was any statement from my company, a lot of you attacked her. She's one of you, a Stay and she viewed you as family and so many of you, whom she considered family, turned your backs on her for what? Because she's with me?"
"Oh wow, he's actually going off. Should we try to call one of the boys to stop him?" Sun Hee asks.
"He wouldn't be doing all this, risking putting the entire group at risk if he didn't talk to them first." You say quietly. You know he wouldn't there's too much at stake for all of them.
"That's not fair to her. That's not fair to me. Hell, it's not fair to any idol," Chan adjusts himself in his chair, "Here's the thing. When we sign up to become idols, we quite literally sign away our lives. Which is nobody's fault, we know this going in and do it by choice. We can leave any time. But this life, as fun as it seems is incredibly lonely. And it's because we're in this bubble where we can't share our lives with someone else, even someone in the industry because a lot of you love us a little too much."
"Shit," You sigh.
"I almost lost Y/n, and that scared the crap out of me. And it's my fault. I pushed this relationship. The second she found out who I was, she tried to push me away because she knew that just being friends with me would get this type of reaction. And I promised her that I would protect her. A promise I clearly wasn't able to keep. I'm lucky she's still here with me, but it could have ended so differently."
You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee pulls out her phone, scrolling through Twitter. You roll your eyes at the fact that she took your phone away for the exact reason.
"I've heard my members--hell, I've heard so many other idols--talk about how they never want to fall in love because being with them is a safety hazard. I want better for my members. I want better for other idols, current and future. We give up so much to be who we are and where we are but what's the point if we can't share all this success with someone we love?"
"Damn, I'm surprised JYPE hasn't cut the feed yet." Sun Hee says suddenly.
"If they do, everyone will know that they're trying to shut him up." You explain.
"Just one thing before I go. Something for you all to consider: Idols are people too. Don't we deserve to love the same way everyone else loves without fear of our loved one getting attacked? I also want to say thank you to all of you who have been supportive and sent kind messages. See you guys if I'm allowed to do another live one day. No hug today, I'm sorry." Chan gives a sad smile as he waves goodbye.
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"No," say firmly, doing your best to cross your arms with one arm being fixed in one position with a cast.
"Y/n, just listen to me for one second--" Chan pleads.
"Why would I listen when all you're doing is being unbelievably insane?" You say simply.
"It's perfectly reasonable, Y/n!" He throws his hands up in the air as he sits firmly on the ground.
You and Chan currently packing up your stuff from the hospital. Well, Chan is packing up your stuff while you sit in bed, unable to do much. You're set to finally be discharged tomorrow. Everything was going well until Chan dropped a bombshell randomly while you were busy choosing the next song to play while he worked.
"You're not moving with me to Daegu." You say firmly.
"You said that the only reason why you don't want to move is because I'm not there. So problem solved." He says as if it's a simple fix.
"Problem not solved," You slowly sit up in bed, "Problem even more fucked."
"So then, what? Do you want to break up? Because I'm going to go crazy if you're all the way over there and I'm stuck here."
"I don't want to break up, idiot. I nearly died, and that only made me realize that I love you so much. I don't ever want to let you go." You sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes.
"You didn't nearly die, Y/n. You did die. Your heart stopped for four whole fucking minutes. They almost couldn't bring you back. And that made me realize that I don't ever want to let you go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had--if you--"
"This wasn't your fault. You keep saying that it was your fault. It's not like you doxxed me and pushed me into oncoming traffic."
"Yeah, but it's because of me that--"
"Shut the fuck up, I'm so serious. None of this is your fault and if you're trying to punish yourself because you feel guilty by mov--"
"Moving with you isn't punishment. Being with you will never be a punishment."
"Why are you trying to move to Daegu when your life is here?"
"Because you're also my life. And I don't want to be away from you. I want to take care of you, help you get better."
"You can't do that," You sigh, leaning back into your bed.
"Why not?"
"You know why not."
"Because...I'm an idol?" He asks quietly.
"Yes,"
"What if I--"
"If you quit because of me, I will actually break up with you." You say firmly.
"I wasn't going to say quit." He says suddenly.
"What were you going to say?" You quirk your eyebrow up at him.
"I was going to say, what if I took a hiatus?"
"No," You sit up quickly, instantly regretting it as pain rips through your body. Chan rushes over to you and rubs soothing circles on your back.
"Just until you get better and can move back."
"You're lucky JYPE didn't put you on indefinite hiatus after that little stunt you pulled with Channie's Room the other day. I'm not letting you go on hiatus."
"You're not in a position to let me do anything. I'm an adult, it's my decision. If I want to take time off work to take care of my girlfriend, I'll do it. Thank you very much." He says quietly, sending chills down your spine. It's innocent, he meant it innocently. You're sure of it. But something about his tone of voice is making you realize how real your relationship is becoming. And for once, it doesn't scare you.
"Topher,"
"I'm only asking because I don't want to force you. But if you actually think about it and still say 'no,' I'll respect your decision. But you keep shutting me down so I'm going to keep pushing."
"Why? Why me? Why risk all you worked for, for me?" Your voice cracks, on the verge of tears.
"Because I love you. Actually...no, scratch that. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. Like so deeply, madly, deeply in love with you that I will do anything to make you feel that love and to see you smile."
"But--"
"I don't want to hear a but, because you're just deflecting. You're scared because of how serious this is getting, understandably, and you want to make sure I'm not going to hurt you more than I already have. And if you say this isn't my fault again, I'm going to get annoyed because, in some way, this is my fault. But I'm so in love with you that I will call Park Jin-Young Pdnim himself and tell him that I quit if you ask me to. No regrets. But I know you're not going to. Just tell me what you want. Be selfish for once and tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."
He's right. You are scared. Scared of being found again. Scared of what the more unhinged 'fans' will do if they find you again. Scared of the future with Chan. Of what would happen if you ever got married. If you ever had kids. Scared of loving him so deeply with your whole heart that he'll just rip it apart if he ever opens his eyes and realizes that he could have anyone else if he wanted. You weren't entirely sure if you'd be able to walk again properly without the aid of a cane yet. You were scared of becoming dependent on him. But most importantly, you are scared of losing him.
"I want," You swallow hard, wetting the lump in your throat, "I want you to move with me to Daegu."
"As you wish," He kisses the top of your head before placing a finger under your chin and pressing a soft kiss into your lips.
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