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jerzwriter · 2 years

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Washed Up

Book: Open Heart Pairing: This takes place in Tobias x Casey world, but the story is Tobias x Bryce Bromance. Rating: Teen + Warnings: Some alcohol use, cursing, mentions of sex Words: 1117 Summary: Tobias has to pay the price for Bryce's discovery. A/N: Well, here you go @coffeeheartaddict2 - Bryce finds out. lol This is a follow-up to Play Time. Casey & Tobias had their fun, and now they've been caught. lol

@choicesjuly2022challenge Day 10 - Crack Fic

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRRY... sort of.

This is a follow-up to Play Time.

The cool air moved in the moment Tobias slid the shower door open. He grabbed a plush, white towel off the heated towel rack, rubbing it frantically over his body before he turned into a pile of gooseflesh. With that crisis avoided, he wrapped the towel around his waist and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Friday night!

How the meaning of that night had changed. For over a decade, a Friday night off work meant a hot date; if he didn’t have one lined up, he’d be heading out to find one. But he didn’t need to do that anymore. He had a permanent hot date now… the hottest of them all… and he spent his days dreaming of their time alone together. Yet tonight, she was abandoning him.

“Wow,” he gasped as he stepped into the bedroom, a slow whistle slipping from his lips.

Casey turned from the vanity mirror, her freshly applied red lipstick accentuating her devilish smile.

“See something you like, Dr. Carrick?”

“Like,” he growled as his arm slipped around her waist, “how about love?”

Casey chuckled and wiggled out of his grip. Standing up to put her black heels on.

“You’re going on a Friday night… looking like that… and leaving me behind?” he shook his head playfully. “I don’t know, MacTavish. Was that in our dating contract?”

“You know,” she said, pushing him back on the bed. “It’s healthy for loving couples to spend some time apart, dear, and this girls’ night out is long overdue.”

“Hey, I’m just busting,” he said, pulling her on top of him. “I’m happy you’re getting some girl time in.”

“Mmm, and you get some quality guy time. I’m glad you and Bryce can get together. But will you miss me?”

“Miss you?” He growled as his tongue traced circles down her neck. “Let me show you how much I’ll miss you before you go.”

“T!” Casey giggled as he unbuttoned her pants and began to roll on top of her. “I’ll have to do my hair and make-up all over again!”

“Really?” He smirked, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

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An hour later, Tobias stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall toward Bryce’s apartment. A wicked grin was still on his face as he replayed the farewell he and Casey shared over in his mind. His mother always told him that once he met “the one,” there wouldn’t be a need for anyone else. He’d never want to leave her side. Well, he wasn’t about to give Vivian the satisfaction of confirming but was she ever right.

“Hey! Look what the wind blew in,” Bryce shouted as he went in for a bro hug.

“I brought a six-pack,” Tobias smiled, holding it up for effect. “I say we order some wings, watch the game… men doing manly things!”

“That used to mean prowling the bars and fighting off women,” Bryce teased, “but now that you’re an old married man….”

“Hey! I’m not married…yet. I have to convince her. Besides, you’re the one that suggested your place. I was down for the bar, just not for the women. Which is sad for you since I can’t be your wingman anymore.”

“Oh, yeah,” Bryce laughed, “I’ll never have so much as a date again. What will I do?”

“God, the self-awareness Lahela,” Tobias mocked, wiping a fake tear from his eye, “it’s a beautiful thing.”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Yeah, but I have my positive attributes.”

“You do!” Bryce agreed. “You always come in clutch when I need you. Like watching the place for me last weekend. Much appreciated, man.”

“No sweat,” Tobias said, cracking a beer open as he fell into the couch. “Happy to help. Plus, I graduated from Hopkins. I can handle watering a few plants and taking in your mail.”

“Can you? Because from what I heard, you only came in second in your class,” Bryce teased. “Perhaps I should ask Ethan next time.”

“You do that!” Tobias laughed. “See where that lands you.”

“Well, I know where it won’t land me. It won’t land me at the laundromat.”

Tobias nearly choked on his beer while trying to maintain a poker face. There was no way… Bryce didn’t have security cameras… and Tobias was sure he cleaned all evidence away… he decided to play dumb.

“Uh… come again?”

Tobias was nearly blinded by Bryce’s mega-watt grin.

“I’m sure you did,” he smirked.

“What are you talking about?” Tobias deadpanned.

“The plant in my laundry room was knocked over.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tobias stumbled. “I accidentally knocked it over when I was watering it…. I think….”

“You think? Wouldn’t you remember it if you did?”

“Possibly,” Tobias said, turning toward the television. “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah, I know how that goes. Like, I’ve been trying to figure out where that indentation on the top of the washing machine came from.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t there when I left, and the machine’s calibration is off now too. I don’t get it.”

“Hmmm,” Tobias hummed, staring at the TV with such intensity as he prayed that Bryce would turn around and do the same. But if his prayers were being answered today, this was not the time.

“Did you use it? I mean, you have your own washer, so I don’t understand….”

“The dryer is stacked on top, and there’s only a six-inch clearance above the dryer!” Tobias blurted.

“Come again?” Bryce asked, beyond baffled.

“Yeah. You’re right,” Tobias sighed, “we did.”

“You did?”

Tobias remained silent, his own version of pleading the fifth. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet.

“Here,” he handed Bryce seven one-hundred-dollar bills. “This should that cover it.”

“Damn. My washing machine was only $550.”

Tobias reached over to take some money back, but Bryce quickly shoved the full amount into his pocket.

“Uh-uh!” He yelled. “Consider the rest hush money.”

“That works. We never mention this to Casey, OK?”

A mischievous grin crossed Bryce’s face as his eyes lit up with glee.

“Sure. I mean, not until the toast at your wedding one day.”

Tobias let out a heavy sigh as he reached into his pocket again.

“Will this buy your silence forever?” he asked, throwing a crumpled $100 bill at his friend.

“Till death do us part,” Bryce smiled, adding the new bill to his haul. “Till death do us part.”

“Can I tell you something?” Tobias asked.

“Sure.”

“It was worth every penny!”

“You’re a lucky man,” Bryce smiled as he tapped his beer bottle against his friends. “A lucky man.”

Tobias shook his head and laughed to himself.

“I sure am.”

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misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

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can i request something to do with the thing about vincent having tics while giving oral or just vincent giving oral general i love the way you write things

I Think We're Alone Now

(Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: language, talk of mental health, fem!receiving oral

A/N: With the pandemic keeping you and Vincent apart, he was glad that being alone didn't mean being lonely.

Vincent Rhodes didn't tic as bad or as much in his thirties. He wasn't cured. He didn't take medicine that made them magically go away. He took meds for his anxiety, and the “cure” was still going to therapy with Dr Rose. He didn't go daily or weekly or even monthly anymore. He managed every other month. Sometimes, perhaps, every three to four months. Yet it took twenty-five to finally accept a cliche: Tourette's wasn't Vincent, Vincent simply HAD Tourette's.

Don't worry though, cunt is still his favorite word.

Vincent also did all the things he told Marie he wanted to do. He finished school and went to college online. He found himself rather good at computers and a job that required the bare minimum of human interaction. His Tourette's was under control, but his social anxiety never seemed to be. We digress!

He had a job, and a place to call home that wasn't a treatment facility or a hoarder’s house bogged down by sadness and alcoholism. Vincent didn't find it shameful that his father bought him a condo. He and his roommate had an agreement to pay utilities and work on the re-election campaign.

Vincent finally had a dog. A dog he had to fight for because his roommate had.. Rituals. Rituals that also weren't as bad as they used to be thanks to the same therapy and right medication. Just like you can't get rid of Tourette's, Vincent couldn't get rid of Alex either. That was his first, and really only, friend. As tumultuous as they started out, if you survive a road trip with two neurodivergents, you're pretty much bonded for life. Alex was sometimes more work than their dog.

Vincent and Alex did things in their late twenties and early thirties they never thought they'd do. They went out. They dated around. They had awkward sex and one night stands that the two of them could finally laugh about. Vincent could hide, or save his tics from popping up during his dates. He could even manage to hold them off when he had sex. He was relaxed and focused on the woman beneath or above him.

But then he would spasm, or twist and pop his mouth. He would unintentionally squeal or swear, call her names or flip her off. Instead of understanding Vincent, or talking to him, whoever the girl of the moment was would leave and never come back. Fuck her, Vincent would think. I can't help that I have Tourette’s; she can help being an asshole.

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There could not have been a worse time in anyone’s life for you to meet quite possibly the single hottest guy in your neighborhood. At least, you thought he was in your neighborhood. You kept running into each other at various stores to the point you found yourself quoting an old movie from college.

“Are you stalking me?” You boldly questioned him one afternoon as he pondered Mcintosh versus Fiji apples. “Because that would be super.”

The man jumped. Then to your shock, he spasmed almost violently. His neck twisted to the left as his hand held on to his chin and yelled out, “Brown haired cunt! Grass licking big tits.”

You laughed. It wasn't malicious or in jest. You were nervous and stunned. Still you replied, “Normally a guy has to date me for a while before he calls me a cunt. Now as for grass licking? That was only once, but I was high and we were playing truth or dare.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. A violent spasm rocked his body again like an aftershock. It caused him to excessively blow a dark curl back from his forehead several times before his body relaxed and he appeared to sink in on himself. Embarrassed. A pink hue spread along his cheeks and angled jaw as he gazed at the apples again with large green eyes.

“You ok? I wouldn't say I've got big tits. They're more like medium sized. Unless you were talking about the melons.” You held up two cantaloupe in front of your chest. “I’m y/n”

Again with the mouth open staring. Then he came to, “Vincent. I've never had someone react to Arthur that way.”

“I'm from New York. That was a Saturday night in the village. Who’s Arthur?” You looked around. “Are you being held hostage? Scream cunt for yes. Vagina for no.”

Vincent laughed. It was almost a giggle that you weren't sure was a laugh or his thing. “Arthur is my Tourette's. He's the clown who shits in between my thoughts. My tics. You scared the piss out of him.”

“You named your Tourette's? You can't do that, they never go away once you name them.”

Vincent rolled his eyes, “ DAMMIT! I'll take away his bowl of food and dog bed too. Maybe I'll finally be cured!”

You didn't want him to think you felt something was wrong with him. “Mostly with all of this, I meant I keep seeing you around. Thought I'd say hi.”

“How about we exchange phone numbers, and you can say hello more often?” Vincent cocked an eyebrow.

“Bold of you to assume calling me a cunt is flirting! But you got it out of the way now instead of down the line. Give me your phone.”

He obliged and you put your number in. As you handed it back you joked, “Should've told me you had a much sexier friend.” You indicated Alex on the phone’s wallpaper.

“He's gay.”

“Damn! Lucky for men. Anyways, I work most days. Don't know how long with everything happening out there. Call me sometime?”

Vincent twitched and wolf whistled. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, but promised he would nonetheless. But then pandemic happened, so all you had for the next six months was your phone

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You met Alex and learned his rituals and empathized with his panic to follow or abide by heath guidance. His OCD aggravated by everything going on. Vincent couldn't even go for a run without his friend completely freaking out, so he just didn't. Their balcony was it for fresh air.

You took tours of each other's apartments. Had dinners and breakfasts together. Shared what books you were reading and watched movies together. Vincent teased you about your fat, lazy cat and you did likewise over his ten pound shih tzu. Although, you admitted, it was because she got to share a bed with him.

Somehow in month 5 you were roped into a three way phone call with his dad. Senator Rhodes and Vincent seemed to have an easy relationship, but you were filled in later that it was anything but for a very long time. So you turned the tables one night, and introduced him to your entire family.

Forgetting about his Tourette's, because you had really grown used to it all. To the tics, the whistles and excessive use of the word cunt (Pandemic drinking game, Vincent’s idea) that his biggest episode since you met stunned not only you but your clan. Vincent had buried his face, you were terrified of your mistake. But you got it from somewhere.

“Sure you ain't from Brooklyn, kid?!” Thank Christ for meathead brothers.

“This is dating right?” Vincent asked after their dinner. “Pandemic, COVID, for now dating. Even though,” he paused to twist his neck, “One of my coworkers has uh, dick appointments all the time?” He snapped a finger several times and shouted something about a whore and syphilis.

“Hey! Tell Arthur to fuck off. Sexual liberation. She's not a whore, she's in her twenties!” Vincent laughed. “Are you nervous about something? Usually the bedtime part of our phone calls are the least tic-ish.”

“Wanna have sex?” He was straightforward.

“Right now? Facetime sex?” You scrunch your nose but more to be cute than creeped out.

“Here. Alex is asleep. Come over? We've been isolated for months.”

“God, I love you.”

“What?” Vincent laughed. “Are you sure about that?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes.”

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Vincent opened the door and implored you to take your shoes off at the door. You expected nothing less as you complied and followed him in the stillness of the apartment to his bedroom.

The moment the door was shut, Vincent was on you before you could even adjust to the dark. Only street lamps from the neighborhood below showed through as his mouth consumed yours.

Your tongues at war with each other as the two of you scrambled to undress. Your lips broke apart long enough to throw shirts over heads and step out of flannel pants or yoga pants. Then they crashed together again as Vincent let his hands splay out the length of your back and shoulders.

Your one hand ensnared by his messy hair. The other under the waistband of his boxers and over his ass. You drew his body to yours to melt into. His erection strained and throbbed against your hip as you hungrily pushed your tongue as far inside him as you could.

The both of you eager like teenagers shot with adrenaline. Anxious and hoping Alex caught you as Vincent twitched and his shoulders shrugged up to his ears. His fingers fumbled with your bra made worse by his tics. Tics that frustrated only him; you reached and undid it for him. Your breasts were free for him to look at.

Vincent attempted to choke back his words but failed. “Tit fucker,” a sour look on his face as his eye involuntarily clamped shut, “huge nipples.” He swallowed his lips, mortified.

“Hey!! They make up for yours being the tiniest nipples I have EVER seen on a dude.” You took Vincent’s hand. “We can slow down if you want. I don't know what's up, do you tic like this every time you have sex?”

The two of you laid side by side on his bed, hands traced over inches of bare skin. Vincent was silent for a while as he let his fingers trail over you, his lips not far behind.

“I don't. I'm usually too focused. The last time I loved someone, it fell apart immediately. It's making me anxious.”

You held his head to your body with a tenderness. “I loved you first, didn't I?”

His mouth made its way amongst your breasts as he gently laid you on your back. His lips warm on your stomach and hips that he exposed by tugging your panties down over your knees and off. Vincent laid down between them and almost nuzzled his nose in your soft pubic hair before his tongue dove inside of you.

Your hips rocketed up into his mouth as you grabbed the back of Vincent's head. He licked and sucked on your sex. Small tics caused him to push his tongue and lips in further than before. They closed in on your clit. His tongue attacked it with a lapping motion that you could only bend to, helpless.

Vincent was insatiable, his mouth in a frenzy. Your fingers caught up in the sheets as the sensation of his mouth on your clit spread along your body. Now your words were a shock as they came screaming out into the quiet of the bedroom.

“Tongue fuck me! Faster!”

Instead Vincent looked up at you with a grin, “I see Arthur came to visit.”

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zotlel · 3 years

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Fall Into You (M) - 01

pairing: jaebeom x you

genre: romance, angst, series, eventual smut

synopsis: Your love life has been filled with nothing but bad experiences. Determined to give up on the idea of finding the one you meet a man who is desperate to change your mind and have you see him as more.

word count: 5.0k

This was it, you thought. It was something you had feared for months, something you wanted so desperately to not be true. You felt empty, dead, barren, all the things you told yourself you would never be, yet here you were.

The thought had finally occurred to you as you felt your recent Tinder meetup thrust inside of you. His name was Xavier, a Spanish entrepreneur in his mid-20’s who just so happened to be in town testing a study group on his latest business venture. Yet the only thing this man had come close to doing all night was testing your patience. From his sleaze-ball attitude to the way he aggressively attempted to fuck you. Let’s just say you were grateful he couldn’t see your distasteful facial expression as he took you from behind.

You were depleted of all emotions in this moment as the man attempted to make love to your empty womb. You didn’t even feel anger or sadness at this point, your body felt like some sort of abandoned amusement park. The rides and attractions were there for everyone to see, they were just void of life. You feared that eventually, a dead body would feel warm compared to yours. The fear for you was so real, so scary, to think that you were just some damaged goods.

You started to feel suffocated from the motel’s disgustingly tacky red satin bed sheets that your head was currently being shoved deeper and deeper into. So you decided to end this God-awful encounter early. Sitting your body up causes the poor Xavier to lose his rhythm effectively allowing you to overtake power and position his dumbfounded body beneath you. Luckily the man lasted about as long as you had the capacity for, he gripped your hips tightly, possibly leaving a bruise, causing you to at least enjoy one sensation that night.

Once the man had finished he attempted to grab your naked form in one could only assume to be a cuddle, you had absolutely no capacity to even humor the idea. Feigning an early morning you quickly gathered your things and headed directly for the door, not so much as even pretending to want to see him ever again.

The walk of shame. 3 AM, unknown neighborhoods, brisk weather, and a clearer state of mind all accompanied you on your walk home. You officially felt at a total loss with yourself. You had tried the relationship thing, the casual dating, and now here you were attempting one-night-stands, and yet nothing helped you feel complete.

“If only he could see me now,” you say quietly to no one in particular.

Morning light hits you like a bucket of cold water. Apparently in your self-loathing state last night you completely neglected to change out of your cocktail dress and close your blinds. You groan audibly pulling your plush pillow to cover your head from the obscene light. The damage had already been done, you were now officially awake and forced to begin your day.

Dragging yourself to your bathroom you start by turning the shower to the hottest temperature possible and begin to strip from your attire. The woman staring back at you in the mirror is one that you had unfortunately been well acquainted with recently. With the smudged raccoon eyes and red nose that had broken through last night’s foundation, she was an absolute mess.

You scrub and scrub your body under the hot water as if it were some kind of remedy for the way you felt inside. No matter how raw you made your skin you still couldn’t erase the emptiness you felt throughout your core.

That is enough, you think to yourself. Enough of this vile attitude that you had towards yourself. Did you really need to remind yourself daily about what an amazing life you had? A great job, amazing friends, and a beautiful apartment in which you shared rent with a great roommate. Had you really stooped low enough in your womanhood that you would consider yourself empty just because you lacked the place of a man? Your mother would be so disappointed if she could see you now.

You had grown so tired of these men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close to you, their breaths thick with alcohol. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left you alone on Christmas. Men who slammed their bedroom doors, who made you love them then changed their minds. You decided you would no longer let this gender be oppressive, you were a warrior.

“Well someone got in late last night,” your roommate, Sofie, called to you over her morning coffee. You had just made your way down to the kitchen in need of caffeine to help break through your early morning fog.

“Please don’t remind me,” you say to her as you begin searching for a clean mug.

“What? Did you not like this guy? Was he not good in be-”

You cut her off promptly by slamming the cabinet door, yourself being surprised by your own actions you turn to face her.

“I’m sorry I just really don’t feel like talking about it.”

Sofie nods her head in understanding instantly making a pool of guilt form in your stomach from the way you acted. This aggression was a new thing of yours that you had yet to get used to. Rage had begun to take a grip on your life, and on your friendships. You never wanted to be this way. It sickened you to imagine you would have ever become a person to hurt a close friend of yours because you couldn’t contain the fire that you felt inside.

“I’m really sorry Sofie I didn’t mean to snap it’s just-” your words stop as Sofie patiently waits.

“Last night was hard because it made me realize,” you take a big breath, “I am broken.”

“Sweetie you are not broken! You have just been burned, badly might I add, and you are having a hard time coming to terms with it that’s all.”

Is that all? Could Sofie finally have cracked the code that all of this just so happened to stem from one incident? There was no way you could allow this to be true. You were not just a victim who gets to bear her scar for the rest of the world to see. Your story would not end like that.

“No Sofie, you don’t get it, when I say that I am broken I am really not looking for sympathy,” her back straightens at your serious expression. “I just mean that I am giving up on relationships, all kinds of relationships with men, for now.”

“So no more dating?” You shake your head to confirm. “No more hookups?”

“When I say no more. I mean it,” you say with an icy tone.

“I don’t think that is such a bad idea,” Sofie begins. “I think you may just need to take some time before you go out again, learn about yourself, love yourself. Y’know all that shit that Teen Vogue used to tell us.”

You laugh at this, your roommate was a sweet girl, older than you but innocent enough. You envied her star glazed eyes when she talked about love and romance. Her heart was so pure and untainted, you hoped that she would never change, you prayed that she would never know.

“I think you may be right Sof.”

“Right about what?”

In the most perfect of moments Sofie’s boyfriend, Jake, comes down the stairs to join in on your impromptu counseling session. Jake and Sofie were long-time boyfriend and girlfriend since your guys’ days in college. They were each other’s first everything's, love, relationship, they had even lost their virginities to one another. The first day the two of them had met during your study session you could see it happen, the sparks. And throughout the years you were able to watch their love bloom and unfold.

“Oh you know the usual, my life is fucked,” you joke responding to Jake’s question.

“What fucking men with no feelings is finally getting old?” Jake says.

“Ouch, you don’t have to be so harsh,” you respond back to him in which he just shrugs you off.

Sometimes you wondered how a person as blunt as Jake managed to win over the tender-hearted Sofie. Jake reaches above Sofie’s head to grab his own mug for coffee while pressing a kiss to her forehead causing her face to flush with joy. Some couples just couldn’t be scrutinized, Jake and Sofie just worked.

“Hey, you’re still gonna come with us to Dominic’s New Year’s party on Friday, right?” Sofie asks you.

“That depends, will Dom stay far away from me for the entirety of the night?” you respond back.

“Oh come on, he’s really not all that bad!” Sofie says making your eyebrows go up in disbelief. “And if I recall correctly you hooked up with him a couple of months ago so you obviously don’t hate him that much.”

“First off, I was drunk,” you begin to feel yourself getting worked up. “Secondly, my heart was just broken, if you haven’t forgotten, so let’s just say my judgment was a little fucked.”

Sofie takes a long sip of her coffee and avoids eye-contact. You turn your body from her and breathe deeply from your nose in order to regain your composure.

“Okay, ladies let’s take it down a notch,” Jake effectively breaks the tension. “Y/N, I would love it if you came to celebrate with all of us. And I promise I will be keeping Dom busy so you don’t have to worry about him.”

“Fine, I’ve never been one to say no to free drinks anyways,” Sofie perks up at your response and excitedly hugs you causing you to smile.

Your workweek drags on leaving you anxious to get absolutely trashed at the upcoming party. You’ve had enough corporate bullshit to make certain that when Friday came no one would even be able to recognize that you played as a stock manager by day. One last sweep of your ruby red lipstick against your lips and your look is complete. Despite the bitter winter air you opted to show skin tonight in your tight black body-con dress. You knew that this look would attract lots of attention, but you didn’t care. You would relish in the way men would stare at you, and then doing something you have become unfamiliar with, you would deny each and every one of them.

You, Jake, and Sofie all share the same Uber from your apartment to Dominic’s swanky new penthouse. The four of you had all met in college, each of you finding different paths in life yet always keeping in touch. Back then Dominic was a promising young student swiftly on his way to becoming an engineer. Until suddenly he decided to leave school and follow his true passion for cuisine. Now he was one of the most successful restaurant moguls in the city.

His hard work truly paid off, you thought to yourself as the three of you entered his pristine penthouse suite already packed with people ready to celebrate the new year. The ceilings were high and the interior design was entirely bachelor-esque, true to his lavish lifestyle. Waiters attended to people throughout the room holding silver platters of champagne and the occasional finger-food. The scent in the air was lofty with alcohol and the various types of cologne worn by desperate men looking for a lay.

“You guys made it!”

Speak of the devil. Dominic makes his way through the crowd to greet his old friends. The four of you exchange hugs and hello’s but you were more than ready to end the interaction with him as quickly as possible. You look around the room until your eyes land on the small minibar across the living room.

“I need to be drunk,” you yell in Sofie’s ear causing her to giggle and excusing the two of you to the bar being worked by a dashing young bartender. It was a bit of a challenge to remember why exactly you weren’t going to be hooking up with anyone tonight. Until the young Colgate smirk shot you a knowing look. It all came rushing back, you fucking hated men.

Quickly you order a shot for both you and Sofie which she reluctantly agrees to, what a great friend, you think. The burn of tequila crawls its way to your stomach lighting a pleasant fire. You settle on champagne to sip on the rest of the night after taking the beverage from the bartender to promptly end his suffocating stare on you.

“I’m gonna go find Jake, are you okay here?” Sofie asks you.

“Yes of course I’ll be fine as long as the bartender can keep it in his pants.”

Sofie laughs and hits your arm for speaking so loudly, but you truly didn’t care. You begin to move away from the bar towards the floor-to-ceiling windows exposing the city life below. Upon approaching you can’t help but ogle at the beautiful scenery. The life of the city could be seen even from fifty floors up. The hustle and bustle of people eager to celebrate the new year had mesmerized you along with the mass of skyscrapers glittering against the deep purple horizon.

Once you and Sofie had left to find the bar, Jake and Dominic were across the room talking of old times while Dominic showcased his new apartment. Jake could tell that Dominic was proud in the development of his empire, it was obvious in the way he had to mention price tags on every item in his home. Just when Dominic was about to go on and on about a particular piece of art a man whom Jake had not met before interrupts their conversation by placing a hand on Dominic’s shoulder.

“Jaebeom you made it!” Dominic says to the man while pulling him in for a hug. Dominic, as anyone could tell, had a bit too much to drink tonight, hence the sudden affection.

Jaebeom didn’t seem to mind Dominic, perhaps already familiar with this behavior, he pulls back from the brief embrace and gives Dominic a tight smile. Jaebeom had dark hair that was tucked neatly behind each ear. His ears were littered with silver jewelry while his nose also adorned a single stud. His eyes were set deep giving him a mysterious aura.

“Jaebeom this is my good buddy from college Jake,” Dominic introduces the two while both the men shake their hands in a greeting. “Jaebeom is a photographer, he did all the shots for my new restaurant.”

“No kidding, that’s really awesome man,” Jake says trying to make conversation with the stranger.

“Thanks for saying so, I really appreciate it,” Jaebeom says.

A silence fills the space before Dominic asks, “So did Claire come with you tonight?”

Claire, from what Jake had heard, was Dominic’s newest conquest. She was a hostess at one of Dominic’s restaurants and apparently good friends with Jaebeom. Jake found it odd that Dominic could not work up the courage himself to ask out a girl instead of having someone he hired to be his wingman.

“Unfortunately she wasn’t able to swing her shift,” Jaebeom tells Dominic to which he shrugs in an attempt to seem unaffected. Jaebeom then suddenly turns to Jake.

“I’m sorry if this comes off as too forward, but I couldn’t help but notice the girl you came in with earlier.”

Jake laughs, this wouldn’t be the first time that he had to break it to some poor bastard that Sofie was his girlfriend. She was absolutely gorgeous and he knows that his girlfriend Sofie does garner lots of attention. Not that he feels jealous, he just hates having to break it to these dudes that they stand no chance.

“That would be my girlfriend actually,” Jake says.

“Both of them?” Jaebeom raises his eyebrow quizzically causing Jake to facepalm at the way he is handling this interaction.

“Oh no sorry,” Jake searches the room to see Sofie and you leaning against the bar on the other side of the room. “My girlfriend is the one in the white dress over there by the bar.”

Jake points out the two of you and watches Jaebeom’s eyes follow.

“Oh I see, I was actually going to ask you about her friend.”

Jake sputters the champagne he is sipping feeling caught off guard at the question. If Jake remembers correctly you had completely sworn off men not too long ago. Then again, Jaebeom does look like a nice guy and seems genuinely interested in you. As your friend, Jake feels at a standstill with what to do. Although Jake was harsh in words when it came to you, he always had a soft spot for you. And he knows when you put your mind to something, you do not tolerate when people disregard you. But before Jake can say anything, Dominic beats him to the punch.

“Are you kidding? Y/N is practically fucking anyone that even looks her way these days.”

Now Jake remembers just why Dominic and you never got along. He was a complete asshole to you.

“Hey dude come on, don’t say that shit about her,” Jake comes to your defense.

Dominic raises his hands in surrender while wearing that typical shit-eating grin, “I just call it as I see it.”

Jake begins to become increasingly frustrated with the way that his best friend was being talked about, but he is even more afraid of your image being potentially slandered in front of a total stranger. And perhaps a potential match.

“You know better than anyone that she is going through a lot right now. Besides just the other day she said she had absolutely no interest in dating anymore,” Jake internally cringes at himself for potentially scaring Jaebeom away with that last point, but he really couldn’t let Dominic continue to trash you.

“Oh, Jesus don’t give me that. Ever since she got dumped she has been acting like a complete who-”

“Alright I think that’s enough,” surprisingly Jaebeom beats Jake in coming to your defense by putting an end to Dominic’s drunken rant.

While listening to Dominic trash you and Jake attempting to defend you, Jaebeom was continually getting more and more upset. It was bad enough that Dominic has just shown himself to be a terrible friend, but now he was going to stoop as low as calling his friend such a derogatory term?

He thought again about the girl that caught his attention. His eyes were on you the moment you walked through the door. Even with the masses of people in the penthouse, he felt like he was on another world with you, floating distantly away in a turquoise sea. To your beautiful skin, gorgeous locks of hair, and even just the way you carried yourself. Jaebeom had found himself completely enraptured with this complete stranger. And he was not going to let one of your supposed “friends” go on ruining your image.

“It’s not very cool to talk about someone like that when they’re not here to defend themselves. Especially to someone whom they have never even met,” Jaebeom told Dominic with a stern tone.

If Jake was impressed before by this man, his respect for Jaebeom increased even more. If only you were willing to put yourself out there again, he thinks Jaebeom might be a really good change for you. He clearly was a person who stood for what they believed in, and Jake knows how much a person like that could have such a great impact on you.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Jake waves to Jaebeom too stunned to even say anything as he walks off.

“What the hell is his problem?” Dominic starts as Jaebeom leaves, “Does he think that Y/N will blow him with that bullshit Mr. Nice Guy act?”

“You are such a prick, you know that?” Dominic just shrugs off Jake taking a large gulp of his beer.

While roaming throughout the penthouse you would stop occasionally to scope out the room around you. The people, the music, even the drinks were just so mind numbingly dull to you. You thought to yourself either you were truly broken like you thought so earlier that week or you were perhaps just a narcissist. Neither of those options made you feel particularly good about yourself, but if you weren’t going to be the one to say it, who would?

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?”

Over the loud bass of the music somehow you were able to hear the question coming from the man who had just approached you. You turn towards him slightly startled. Only once you turned to the voice you felt your breath leave your lungs. He was handsome, no beyond that, you had seen handsome men before, fucked handsome men, he was something else. There was no word in the English language to describe his looks.

His cheeks were set high on his face along with his straight nose. The dark locks of hair that framed his face rested softly on his moonlit skin. The way he held your eyes with his stare had you almost in a panic until you remembered, you had lost all your patience for men.

Still, there was no harm in just conversing, your drunken state thought.

“I’m going to have to say no to that one,” you reply back honestly while setting your empty champagne glass on a waiter’s tray. Had it not been for the few drinks you had already you would not have even spared this man a second glance, right?

“Can’t say I blame you,” the man says. “I am Jaebeom by the way.”

He flashes you a tender smile with his perfectly straightened teeth, you quickly tell him your own name hoping to God this conversation could die. Your resolve while standing next to Jaebeom was slowly dwindling. You need to leave his side. Continuing this conversation leads to dangerous territory that not you nor your heart was ready for.

“I’m sorry, will you excuse me? I need to find my friends, I haven’t seen them all night,” you inwardly cringe at your lame excuse. Yet Jaebeom seems completely unaffected, holding his arm out to his side to allow your departure. A man that doesn’t get angry when you deprive him of attention, that was new.

Somewhere amongst the sea of people Sofie appears at Jake’s side effectively easing the growing anger Jake felt towards Dominic’s drunken antics.

“What were you two boys talking about,” Sofie says sweetly while looping her arm around Jake. Jake knows that if Sofie were to hear the things Dominic had been saying about her best friend, she would have an absolute fit. So he thought it best she didn’t know.

“Oh you know just guy talk,” Jake says smiling.

“My photographer has the hots for Y/N,” Dominic slurs while it takes everything in Jake not to strangle his friend.

“Your photographer? Who is that? I want to see what he looks like,” Sofie replies sounding interested, to which Dominic scans the room before landing his finger on Jaebeom talking with some other guests.

“What really? He is so perfect I have to go tell her,” Sofie tries to walk away until Jake pulls her back.

“Okay first of all, ouch, I am your boyfriend. How can you say a guy is perfect while I’m right here?” Sofie rolls her eyes but let’s Jake continue. “Secondly, wasn’t it just a couple days ago that she mentioned never wanting to date again?”

“Oh come on you know she doesn’t mean that, and besides that guy is so her type. The second she sees him she will forget her hatred of men altogether,” Sofie says.

Jake sighs but lets Sofie go over and tell you about your secret admirer. He didn't appreciate the way people took your words so lightly. Was he the only one listening to you for the past couple months to know that you needed time to heal? Then again Sofie was your closest friend and perhaps she knew what was best for you.

“Okay you are never going to believe this,” Sofie approaches you from behind as you finish off your third glass of champagne.

“Tell me quickly I can feel the alcohol beginning to fog my brain.”

“Literally the hottest guy here asked Jake and Dom about you, they say he is interested in you!”

Through your slightly buzzed state you can still feel the burst of annoyance come over you. You have to breathe deeply through your nose in order to not completely go off on your sweet enthusiastic friend. Did your words a couple days ago mean nothing to her?

“Sofie, like I told you, I am not at all interested,” you tell her causing her excitement to dwindle. “So you can pass along that message to this mystery man too.”

“Oh come on! At least let me show you who it is, you will just die,” Sofie says causing your eyes to roll.

You decide to play along, “Fine show me.”

Sofie excitedly turns both your bodies to the crowd of people, she scans for a minute until she finds the said man, excitedly pointing him out to you. Jaebeom was in the middle of a conversation. The man who was interested in you was him? The guy you completely blew off just moments ago?

You could feel yourself start to become overwhelmed. First when you started to talk to Jaebeom you began to have these feelings that you had never felt before. The fact that you couldn’t identify them frustrated you and made you want to leave this party. Now come to find out the whole reason he approached you was because he was interested? For reasons unexplained you began to feel the anger turn in your stomach again.

Who did this guy think he was? Was he just someone who felt he was so charming that just a simple greeting would have you spreading your legs for him? You felt so angry with yourself for even faltering for a moment on the resolution you made with yourself. This just proved your theory that all men want the same things from you. How could you be so stupid to think differently? Your head was turning into a swirl of red, clouding your judgement, perhaps the cheap booze was stronger than you anticipated.

It wasn’t until Jaebeom turned his body towards you, locking his eyes on yours. You expected to see the smirk, the smirk that all the men wear on their faces when they just want their dick wet. Instead, he smiled. Not a forced smile, it was genuine, you could feel the warmth of it from across the room. His smile had you faltering. You’ve been with so many men these past few months that you thought you had them all figured out. So why was he so unpredictable?

For this, the rage overcame you.

With all your might you are able to look away from him and down at the floor. Your chest felt tight, all the air around you had been sucked away as you struggled to get a grip on where you were. Breathing exercises were not going to help you at this point.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sofie looks down at your shaken figure.

“No, I’m not, I think I’m going to leave. I really don’t feel well,” you say as you begin to make your way through people not wanting to let anyone submit to your anger.

Sofie grabs your arm, “It’s almost midnight you can’t leave now!”

“Sofie please, I am being very serious right now. Let me go,” your tone is icy as Sofie draws her hand back in fear.

Taking the opportunity you start your journey towards the exit needing so desperately to get out of the sea of people. Your chest began to heave as you felt the world closing in on you. Tears prodded in your eyes as you clenched your fists. The crowd was suffocating, you felt like you were about to burst, until finally you made your way to the door. You hurried down the hallway to the elevator practically throwing a punch at the call button.

Jaebeom was across the room when he had seen the entire exchange. He noticed your change in expression and then proceeded to watch you suddenly turn to leave the party. Jaebeom had a hard time understanding why, but he felt worried for you. Suddenly he begins to weave in and out of the drunken mass as the countdown from ten begins to be shouted out. He sees only a glimpse of you as you finally slip your way out the front door.

He reaches the door, opening it to find there is no one in the hall, he looks down and sees the elevator doors slowly closing with you inside. He tries to make a run for it, what will he even say when he reaches you? He doesn’t care at this moment, all Jaebeom knows is that he doesn't want you to be alone.

Running fast towards the titanium doors you look up and catch his eye. Tears can be seen falling down your flushed cheeks. Your eyes were wild and bright as you stared through Jaebeom, making his steps come to a halt. He was shaken by the look in your eyes, so much so that he lets the elevator doors stop him from reaching you.

FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

He hears the party happening behind him. The cheering and laughing as people celebrate with their friends and loved ones. Yet the noise is completely drawn out as Jaebeom thinks of you.

This girl he had only just met, yet he longed for so desperately so.

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Hey could you do one for Harrison where he’s feeling down due to not getting any roles but she cheers him up can be steamy or smut whatever you want 😊

A/N : This is my first Harrison fic. I decided to avoid going into much details to the smut part because I felt it was irrelevant. Hope you like it.

Pairing : Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings : suggestive themes.

Dilemmas

You and Harrison have been together for quite sometime now, you were the ‘it’ couple to be precise. You have been there for him through thick and thin and so was he for you. Recently when he bought a new apartment for himself and asked you to move in with him you couldn't be more elated. Life was going smoothly for both of you spending time and enjoying each other’s company.

But the last few days you noticed a change in him. Your rather joyous boyfriend seemed to be on the edge as if something was bothering him. Most of the time you would find him lost in his own thoughts. And whenever you asked him about it he used to plainly dodge your questions.

It was like any other regular day after having your dinner and finishing your nightly chores you both went to your shared bedroom saying goodnight to each other and went to sleep as Harrison pulled you close from behind wrapping his arm around you. In the middle of the night you were awakened from your sleep, you stirred in your sleep turning around to snuggle close to him, but all you got was air. You pat on his side, eyes still closed, to find the sheets cold and empty. You shoot your eyes open and sit up frowning.

‘Haz?’ You called out hoping he was in the bathroom but you didn't get any response. You sleepily slid off the bed making your way out of your shared bedroom to the living room. He wasn’t there either when your eyes went to the light shining out of the narrow slit of the door of the study, you padded your way towards the door and gently knocked on it.

‘Babe?’ You ask softly turning the door knob. You saw him sitting on the chair head resting on his palms elbows resting on the desk. He was startled out of his thoughts as he turned in the chair to face you.

‘Huh… Did I wake you love?’

‘No, but are you okay?’ You ask with concern in your voice.

‘Yeah-yeah.’ He fumbles trying hard not to give away about his actual mental condition. But you knew him too well. All this time you have been together you got to know how reserved he was when it came to talking about his problems. Even though it was eating him up from inside he wouldn’t say a word because he doesn’t want to bother anyone. And it kills you to see him like that.

‘Then why are you in the study so late instead of sleeping on your bed?

‘Couldn’t sleep.’

‘Really? Now you’re going to lie to me?’ you raise an eyebrow questioningly.

‘I’m not lying Y/N, believe me.’ you walk up to him and stand between his legs whilst he encircles his hands around your waist.

‘I know I have been seeing you for the past few days. You have been stressed about something. What is it bubs?’ you bring him close to you as he buries his face to your stomach.

‘Nothing, love just work related stress.’ He mumbles.

‘Is everything okay?’ you say threading your fingers in his golden locks.

‘Not really’

‘You wanna talk?’ You were met with silence. You sighed audibly and raised his face, holding by his chin to meet your eyes. ‘C’mon talk to me.’ He finally breaks.

‘I feel like quitting my acting career Y/N and maybe try something new.’

‘What?! Why?’ You were shocked at his words.

‘I don't think I'm good enough for this job.’

‘But acting is your passion. What made you think like that?’

‘I know, it was my dream to be an actor since childhood but recently I feel like an utter failure. I haven’t got any new project in hand and the work I have done so far isn’t that great. Maybe I just lack talent. Moreover people think the only reason I got so far is due to Tom. I really want to make my own identity and not just be known as spiderman Tom Holland’s best friend.’ Harrison ranted.

You never felt so helpless in your life, seeing your boyfriend in such a dilemma made your heart ache. You instantly straddled him sitting on his lap whilst cradling his face with your palms.

‘Hey, hey, hey listen to me everything's gonna be alright okay? You remember when I was looking for a job and wasn’t getting anything satisfactory how depressed I was with the whole thing that I nearly had a breakdown. You were the one who motivated me not to give up. You told me something good is waiting for me, to hold patience.’ He hummed nodding.

‘Then why are you giving up? Maybe this isn’t your time, maybe something great is waiting for you in the future just don’t lose hope baby just carry on with what you are doing ’ you encouraged him.

‘And stop giving a fuck to what people say. They don’t know the real Harrison Osterfield, they just only know to hide behind those screens and judge people and spread hate.’

‘Yeah you’re right I let them get under my skin.’ His tensed expression finally dissipated as the warm smile you are familiar with adorned his face.

‘You are such a div you know.’ you snickered.

‘Your div.’ He says smiling.

‘Never forget you are the most talented’ you said firmly looking into his eyes before kissing his forehead ‘hottest’ you kiss right his cheek ‘sexiest man I have ever met’ you kiss his left cheek ‘And I’m so proud of you.’ you gaze into his eyes with admiration.

Harrison pulls you towards him capturing your lips. The kiss was soft and gentle million loving thoughts condensed in the moment but soon it grew heated. Harrison swiped his tongue across your tender lips as you parted them giving him access to delve right in. His hands were roaming up and down your body whilst you grinded on him. He moaned in the kiss giving a light squeeze to your ass as you felt something poke underneath you. You break from the kiss both of you gasping for air, eyes blown with lust.

‘Or maybe let me show you how proud I am of you.’ you suggested smirking mischievously.

‘Even better, darling.’

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idmakeitbehave · 4 years

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This I Know {Spencer x Reader}

Chapter Four

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summary: a little backstory, a little panic- all in a day’s work

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July 2004

“Remind me why the hell we decided to do this in the middle of the summer? I swear it has got to be the hottest day of the year,” you grunted, sweat dripping down your back as you weaved through the hurdles.

“Crime waits for no one,” Mia huffed as she ran alongside you. “Besides, we need to beat Gomez and his squad. Show those boys who’s boss.”

“I already beat him in hand to hand, what more could he want?”

“I think he needs a little more ass-kicking, take him down a peg,” she said.

A whistle sounded across the yard. “Ladies! Less chit-chat, more laps.”

You exchanged a look with Mia before dashing off to the track, her not far behind you.

You were halfway through your tactical training at the Academy, and while it was the most difficult thing you had ever done, you had never been more motivated. After finishing your second degree, this one in Behavioral Psychology, you had been trying to plan your next move when you had seen them. There was a killer on the loose a town away from you, one with a penchant for young college students and ritualistic staging. You had been following the murders via the news, simultaneously worried for your own safety and fascinated by the case. A press conference caught your eye where you learned that the BAU was in town- the Behavioral Analysis Unit. You had heard of them of course, who in your field hadn’t? But it wasn’t until you attended a seminar a few months later by the man you had seen on the news, Jason Gideon, that you knew. This was what you were meant to do. You made it your life’s mission to get on that unit, whatever it took.

Mia was one of the first classmates you met at the Academy, and the two of you had become friends almost instantly. You were paired up for one of the first drills, and you had both reveled in the fact of being the only all-female team to make it through. Your shared drive- that and your love for baking, musicals, and all things ghost related- had bonded you from that moment on. You couldn’t imagine life without her.

You made it back to the dorm with Mia after a grueling day of defensive drills and scenarios, both drained. Flopping onto the floor beside you, she let out an exhale. “What. the. hell.”

You smirked at the way she had her arm dramatically across her forehead, her legs sticking up on the side of her bed. The feeling was completely mutual.

She propped herself up on her elbow, wiping her hair out of her face. “Aren’t you exhausted?”

“Obviously, Mee.”

“You don’t look exhausted. You look… psychotic,” she said.

You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes. “If you’re trying to profile me, I think you might be way off.”

“Hey now,” Mia snickered, kicking you lightly in the shin. “You’re the one who wants to be a profiler. I just want to be on the good old goon squad, busting down doors and shit. I don’t need to know anything about that psychosis crap. But either way you look psychotic.”

You looked down at your sweaty outfit, covered with grass, mud, and other various stains from the day. There was a tear in your pants from when you had tackled the mock-unsub and single-handedly taken him down during a drill, much to Gomez’s dismay. You could feel your hair matted with mud from the takedown, and you saw yourself through Mia’s eyes. The bright smile on your face definitely didn’t match just how beat up and worn out you looked, but you couldn’t seem to keep it off your face.

“I’m just happy, Mee. This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“You’re gonna do great things, buttercup.” Mia lifted a fist out to you, dramatically sighing with the effort.

You bumped it with yours, that same grin still on your face. “We both are.”

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Present Day

You pressed yourself into the corner of your room, arms wrapped tightly around your legs. You could feel a panic attack coming on- your breath was coming out ragged and your vision was blurring. The events of the past few days had finally caught up to you. The compartmentalization that you so often used when things went wrong was failing you. This was just too much, more wild than you had ever had to deal with before.

What was real? Did you even know anymore? More to the point- would you ever know? The possibility that you might never remember threatened to suffocate you.

Spencer came back into the room, taking one look at you and dropping to the floor beside you. “Hey, hey, look at me.”

You started to shake, your chest heaving as you sobbed. “I can’t breathe, Spence. I-I can’t breathe. It hurts.” Hot tears ran down your face and you felt a warm hand on your cheek.

Spencer whispered your name at first before repeating it more forcefully, turning your face towards him. “Look at me.”

You were looking right at Spencer, but it was hard to make out his features, your vision still swimming. “It hurts,” you whispered, still gasping for air.

“You’re having a panic attack,” Spencer murmured. “You’re safe, you’re here in our apartment. You’re with me.” He meant well, of course he did, and you were sure that he had used the same words to ground you before, but given the current circumstances, it did little to help you.

“I-I don’t know you,” you cried, the thought just serving to panic you more. “I don’t know anything.”

A look of anguish flashed through his eyes, but he concealed it quickly- too quickly for it to be anything but forced, practiced even. “Can you breathe with me? Take a deep breath.” He counted to five, breathing in deeply and motioning for you to do the same.

You took a shaky breath, your hand gripping the one that Spencer held on your face. You were squeezing it so hard that you were sure he must be in pain, but he made no move to remove his hand from your grasp. He repeated the breaths in and out, and you mirrored him as you tried to control your breathing.

Spencer wiped the tears from your face as you hiccuped, choking back a sob. “What do you need?”

“I need space,” you gasped, “I need Mee.”

Spencer nodded, handing you your phone from the bedside table. “Take another breath, angel. Call her. I’ll be right outside.”

You grabbed your phone from him and nodded your thanks, your breaths slowly becoming steady. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading towards the bedroom door. You smiled weakly as he closed the door before dialing a number you had known by heart for the last six years.

“Oh buttercup, I’m so glad to hear from you.” The familiar voice on the other end was so immediately comforting, you heaved a sigh of relief, your arms finally relaxing around your legs.

“Mee,” you cried. “Mee, thank god.”

“Spencer told me what happened, I was so worried about you. I’m sorry I haven’t called, I wanted to give you your space until you were ready. How are you doing?”

“You know Spencer?”

You hadn’t even considered the possibility, these two worlds colliding. They felt like entirely different universes. This somehow made it seem more real. If Mia knew Spencer, it was real. You desperately wanted it to be real. You needed it to be.

Mia let out a sad laugh. “Of course. You haven’t stopped talking about that boy since the day you met him. I had to meet him to give my approval, obviously.”

“Oh Mee, it’s so good to hear your voice. I can’t believe this is happening. What the hell is happening?!” You paused, considering the distance of the past two years. “We’re still friends, right? We still talk? I will never forgive myself if we’re not still friends.”

She scoffed. “Hey now, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. I’m still in the LA field office though, so we don’t see each other very often. But we talk on the phone at least every week. And we visit when we can- I met Spencer one of my first trips out there, right after you started dating.”

“God. I wish- I wish I remembered anything.”

What had it been like- two of your favorite people meeting? You liked to imagine that it was wonderful, that Mia and Spencer had gotten along straight away. What if you never knew?

“I know, it’s gotta be a lot. I can’t even begin to imagine. But hey- Spencer said you were being your usual badass self when it happened. Not that that surprises me in the least.”

“He said that?”

“Not in so many words, but we all know you’re a badass. Always have been.”

It only took a few minutes of talking with Mia for you to be able to calm down completely. The two of you talked for the better part of an hour, laughing over tales of the Academy and your time together. Mia told you a little bit about what had been happening the last two years, but you were grateful that she kept bringing it back to a time you remembered- a time you knew. The comfort of talking to someone you knew, someone you actually, truly knew, was like no other. You could have cried from the sheer relief of it.

There was a pause before you spoke again. “Mee? Am I happy? Here, with Spencer? In this life?”

The laugh on the other end was joyous. “Of course, buttercup. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you happier- even that time you kicked Gomez’s ass.”

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”-Jane Austen

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lizzy-williams · 4 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 (𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔) 𝟔/?

✥ Warnings: Language, drugs, gore, blood, sexual references. smut?

✥ Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl3ErxQa3iw

Lovers by American Horror Story: Hotel Score

((The vampires in this series are based heavily off of the vampires in AHS: Hotel, it’s my favorite season right next to Freakshow.))

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 inclined to like feasting on blood bags. Once you found other ways to extract blood, you used blood bags as a last resort. You loved the messiness biting someone caused, the way that the scarlet red liquid would stick to your face and dry like paint.

Colson loved watching you. When you were feeding, his own hunger was taken over by the feeling of intrigue. It was marveling to him how your body would move as you drank, how you took into account the victim’s movements. And yet you would never kill. You had restraint, which was hard to find, especially with someone who was recently turned.

Just like tonight.

You straddled the young woman, looking up at her for approval, and she nodded her head frantically.

You dragged your thumb horizontally. At that point, your eyes were a deep garnet as you placed a quick but passionate kiss on her lips before bringing her wrist up to your mouth, your fangs now on display, your built-in blades piercing the skin easily as you let out an erotic groan. Baze was right, she did taste good. Like cinnamon and cider.

All the while, Kells watched you from an arm chair in the living room where you were, his head propped up against his hand that sat on top of the arm of the chair, his eyes watching your distinct movements, noticing a pattern.

There were little things you would do while you were feeding. First, you would always try to establish passion, making everything more comfortable for everyone. Then, while you were feeding, you would stimulate them, making their blood flow quicker as their heartbeat would speed up.

And stimulate you did, your fingers going down to her area, her skirt giving easy access as you pushed her panties to the side and rubbed your fingers on her slit, making her throw her head back as you smiled against her wrist.

You then suddenly entered your fingers into her core, your fingers dragging across your velvet walls, her body squirming as she released whimpers. Soon, your fingers were moving quickly, and you were almost finished with her. But you waited, because you knew that the blood tasted best during orgasm. Kells had told you this many times while you were still human.

Still human. Sometimes you missed it. But after a year of being the way you were, you had gotten used to the differences your new life had compared to your mortal one. And there was no doubt that you would rather stay this way forever than go back.

Mainly because you had the best lover you could ever ask for.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” the woman cried out, her core clenching and shifting under your touch.

You gave her a look. A look you knew would melt her on the spot. Her coil shattered as you sucked harshly on her wound, the rush of a brighter taste enveloped your taste buds. She now tasted like sunshine and cool mist on a rainy morning.

As she calmed down from her high, you detached your mouth from her limb, her face pale but content as her eyes met yours, “Thank you,” she muttered softly.

“Feel free to stay in one of our guest rooms, you shouldn’t drive home like this. Help yourself to the food,” you quipped, standing up as you turned to Colson and smirked, walking the direction of the staircase, his form hot on your trail.

You felt your back meet the surface of the wall. You smirked, Colson’s lips pushing into yours.

“That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve seen in my life,” he grunted, the sounds of his fangs exposing themselves, his hands roaming up and down your body as you let out a stifled laugh, his lips pressing to your neck.

“Hmm, well, sadly I’m not in the mood,” you said, wiggling away from his grasp before walking the rest of the length of the stairs. You knew Colson’s eyes were trained on your ass.

You loved teasing him. Now that you were nearly equals, you were now able to dish out your fair share of teasing gestures, just as he had done to you when you were human.

But you had to admit it to yourself, there was one human trait that still stuck with you. Even now, after you ate, you became tired. The more you ate, the more sleepy you got. But it was only 3 in the morning.

You made your way to the bedroom, Colson following you, watching you as you stripped on the way to the bathroom tucked away in the master bedroom. Now that you were in just a bra and underwear, you saw his eyes turn a wine shade. He stood behind you as he watched your hands move as you took care of your makeup and everything else, his arms wrapped around your waist as his chin rested on the crown of your head.

As you finished, you took his hand, taking him over to the bed. At least he didn’t need to change, all he had on was a sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, which made you weak to see him in something so casual when he was usually wearing luxury name brands.

He removed his covering, exposing his torso filled with artwork. You took your hand, running your hand over his ‘Tickets To My Downfall’ tattoo across his collarbone.

He looked at you, eyes filled with wonder as he leaned down, his lips meeting yours gently. Pre-turning, you were usually so compliant, completely under his spell. But now, he was completely at your mercy, bewitched and completely in love with who you becoming.

“You okay, princess?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

It was now that you noticed you were zoning out, but you nodded, “Yeah, if just... don’t feel like it tonight. Just kinda tired, you know?” you finally said, “Can you just... hold me?” you asked.

Colson nodded, his face covered with an expression of understanding, which made your heart swell. What did you do to deserve him?

He gave you his sweatshirt, and you quickly wrapped yourself in it, the sleeves going past your wrists and almost covering your hands. You shuffled into bed, Colson doing the same as he pulled you closer.

You and him laid there, his eyes trained on you, your head on his chest. You loved the way his touch felt, especially when it was pure and caring like this. You could almost feel the vibrations of the love he had for you amiting from his body. It was captivating.

“You know I love you, right?” he broke the silence, his hand beginning to play with your small one, a smile crossing your face.

“Of course I do. You tell me all the time,” you sighed contently.

“I was just making sure. Because you’re my everything.” he admitted.

If there was one thing that Colson was good at in this world, it was taking care of the people that meant the most to him. And he was good at it. He loved you with everything, and you loved him with everything.

“You’re my everything too.” you squeezed him tighter, your body almost completely against his.

Before this, you were never really sure if soulmates existed, and for the universe to prove you wrong, it was a long shot. But now that you were here, in his arms, there was no where you would rather be.

And you were certain that if one person were to be your soulmate, it was the man holding you close as if he was going to lose you.

And you were okay with that.

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jjoutermaybanks · 4 years

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With You In My Head || Rafe Cameron x Reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

summary: it’s going to be a long summer. living in the Outer Banks with your trailer park mom and fancy mansion dad, you know it’s going to be a tough three months. things only get harder when your best friend’s brother, the notorious Rafe Cameron, begins to complicate your life even more. but will the island’s biggest wildcard successfully steal your heart, or leave you more broken than before?

an: I know Rafe isn’t the best character in OBX, and this fic will definitely feature a different version of him. I just loved Drew’s performance so much and thought that Rafe had interesting potential, so this is my portrayal of him in a different (less psychotic) way.

word count: 3k

warnings: none yet

(but can we talk about this gif I mean dear lord this should have its own warning)

*not my gif, credit to owner*

PART ONE

It had to be one of the hottest days of the year. The sun had been glaring down on your back for hours now, and if it wasn’t for the laborious application of sunscreen you were sure you would’ve been burnt to a crisp. Not even the sunglasses over your eyes could shield the bright sun streaming onto the beach, and the blue ocean water glittered like diamonds under the rays. The warm, wet sand you strolled across was a welcome relief from the blistering pathway to get onto the beach, and as the waves lapped at your ankles you let out a contented sigh.

You and Sarah Cameron, your best friend, had been at the beach all day. Alternating between tanning, swimming, and walking, it had been the most relaxing day you could remember. Conversation with Sarah was easy, and observing the other beach-goers was just as entertaining. You could almost feel the stress leave your shoulders and seep into the sand at your feet, washing away with the water. It was about time; you deserved a little rest and relaxation after such a stressful move.

“So you’re sure you don’t want to live with your dad?” Sarah asked. “He lives so much closer to me, you know.” You smiled at her attempt to sway you, but nothing she could’ve said would change your mind. Recently, the messy divorce of your parents had left a sour taste in your mouth when it came to your dad. He’d been particularly brutal to your poor mother, so the idea of joining him in his fancy Figure 8 mansion was not something you felt like doing.

Shrugging, you answered, “I want to keep my mom company, you know? And I don’t mind the trailer--it’s cozy.” While your dad owned a huge house with a waterfront view, your mother lived in a cramped trailer in The Cut. You knew it meant a lot to her that you tried to make the place home.

Sarah frowned. “Cozy, right. Because walking two feet from the bathroom to the kitchen is “cozy.” You sighed; Sarah would never understand. Even though she was one of the nicest, most sincere people you’d ever met, she was a Kook after all. She had never known anything other than her giant house, so naturally she looked down upon your trailer. It didn’t really matter to you, though. Sarah helped you in so many other ways, you let this one area slide.

As you walked, you noticed some dark-haired guy watching you both. He got to his feet and jogged over, eyes glued on Sarah beside you. Raising your brows, you held your breath in anticipation for what this would turn into.

“Hey,” the guy said, trying too hard to be smooth.

Sarah’s smile was fake as she said, “Hey!” You couldn’t help but chuckle; this happened a fair amount when you were with her. Something about Sarah was mysteriously alluring, and it was like a magnet to desperate guys everywhere. You were never jealous, because half the time the guys were pretty gross. This one was borderline cringey, and you saw how hard he was trying to flex his entire body.

“Tired of walking? We’ve got cold beer and a volleyball net.” The guy put his hands on his hips, probably to accentuate his “abs”, but in reality he just looked stupid.

Snickering, you watched Sarah’s smile pinch tighter. “Gee, what a tempting offer,” she told him, tapping her chin in mock contemplation. “Gonna have to pass, sorry.” Hooking an arm around my shoulder, we scurried away from the guy and giggled into our palms, glancing back a few times to see his mortified expression.

“God, what is it about you that turns men into meatheads?” you wondered aloud. Sarah nudged you, rolling her eyes.

“It’s nothing, just guys being horndogs.”

“They’re never like that with me,” you pointed out, and she sighed.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re gorgeous. You get your own fair share of horndogs, trust me. Besides, being approached like that gets really old really quick.” You shrugged, deciding to agree with her. You certainly didn’t consider yourself unattractive, but you’d never been the girl everyone paid attention to.

You and Sarah walked about a half mile more, approaching your bags and towels up on the sand. Three guys stood by your things, shoulders squared and smirks wide as they seemed to judge everything that moved. The boy on the left was looking at Sarah like she’d skinned his puppy, so you guessed that one was Topper. Sarah had told you how ugly their relationship had ended, and that Topper had yet to move on. Clearly he was just as angry today.

Sarah groaned, storming over to her bag and snatching it out of the tallest boy’s hands. “Rafe,” she snapped, and you recognized her brother’s name. Rafe Cameron was rarely home when you were over at Sarah’s house, and when he was he was shut away in his room. Seeing him up close, you noticed his sun-bleached brown hair and easy posture, the way his tan skin stretched over lean muscles. His smirk was what put you off, though; it was twisted and arrogant, even more so than the two guys next to him. He also had a cigarette balanced in his hand, the smoke curling around you as you wrinkled your nose. Who smoked these days?

“Sarah,” he answered formally, giving a little bow. “Who’s your friend?” His blue eyes slid over your body, taking in your bathing suit and tanned skin. You felt self-conscious under his gaze and cleared your throat, pushing your hair over your shoulder. Rafe took a drag of the cigarette while he watched you squirm.

“I’m Y/N,” you said just as Sarah said, “What’s it to you, Rafe?” Blushing, you bit your lip while Sarah raised a hand to tell you she had this. “You’re not going to antagonize another one of my friends, got it? Y/N doesn’t need to deal with your bullshit.”

Rafe pretended to be offended, putting a hand against his chest. “Excuse me? Antagonize? To whom are you referring, sister?” The two guys beside him snickered, and you felt a frown come to your lips.

Sarah’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t make me remind you, idiot. You played around with Angela for the entire summer last year. By the time she left I knew she’d need years of therapy just to get over you.”

Topper clapped Rafe on the back, and he handed him the small butt of the cigarette to discard. “Alright, fine,” he conceded, eyes drifting over to me. “I won’t antagonize Y/N.” When he said your name, shivers ran down your spine, only you couldn’t decide if they were good or bad.

Sarah put a protective arm around you, her glare menacing. “Get out of here, will you? We just want to enjoy the beach in peace.”

Rafe shrugged, signaling for his friends to follow. Topper sent a final nasty look Sarah’s way, but she only snorted. Topper’s moodiness no longer affected her, and she was in a much happier relationship with a guy from The Cut named John B. You liked John B.; not only did he make Sarah happier than you’d ever seen her, he was also a decent guy. He tried to make you feel included when you third-wheeled with the two of them, and you appreciated his kindness.

After about an hour more of laying around in the sun, you and Sarah called it quits. She offered to give you a ride home, but you declined. Walking cleared your head, and besides you knew it would make your mom feel bad to see a fancy Kook car pulling up to her less-than-fancy trailer.

Wandering through town, you sighed contentedly again. Even with all of your family drama, you couldn’t help but love the Outer Banks. Everyone was so easy-going and carefree, and you knew this was the energy you needed.

Making your way through The Cut, you felt at home among the thick trees and various trailers. It wasn’t nearly as nice as where Sarah and your dad lived, but you loved this area too. It was a close-knit community that had welcomed you and your mom with open arms, and for that you were grateful.

You passed by a familiar house, and looked over to see a familiar figure waving from the porch. “Y/N!” he called out, and you broke into a grin. JJ Maybank was one of the first people you’d met here, and he quickly became your favorite neighbor. Funny, charismatic, and incredibly loyal, JJ never failed to boost your spirits.

“What’s up, Maybank?” you greeted when he joined you.

“You look sun-kissed and happy. Beach day I assume?” Judging by his boots and sweaty shirt, you guessed JJ had been working on something. Maybe the mechanics of his boat or cutting the lawn. JJ was always up to some sort of antics, and you knew it was better not to ask too many questions.

“Oh yeah, spent the whole day fending off Sarah’s many many suitors,” you joked. JJ was no stranger to the effect that she had on guys, and it made his best friend John B. more than a little paranoid.

“Nah, Sarah’d never go for those schmucks,” JJ insisted. “The way she hangs over John B., I know he’s the only man for her.” He batted his eyelashes and swooned, making you laugh.

“You’re definitely right about that. Hey listen, I’ve gotta run but I’ll see you later.” JJ saluted and headed back towards his house, and you continued the walk home.

Reaching the trailer, you pushed through the front door and closed it quietly, dropping your bag. Your mother sat on the couch in the living room, which also doubled as her bedroom since it was a pull-out bed. She was attempting to flip through the channels of an ancient TV, but judging by the static on the screen it was unsuccessful.

“Hey, mom,” you greeted with a soft smile, plopping down beside her on the sofa. She sighed and switched off the TV, giving up on trying to watch something.

“How was your day?” she asked distractedly, and your heart sank. She definitely has something on her mind.

“Great,” you said a little too enthusiastically, trying to get rid of the deep frown on her face. “Sarah and I must have walked the entire coastline.”

Your mom just nodded, not really listening. “Look, sweetie, your dad called.”

Immediately you tensed. Your dad never called unless something was wrong or he wanted something. “Yeah?” you said slowly, dreading her explanation.

“I think you should go see him.” Your mother’s smile was bleak and unconvincing. “He just...he asked how you were doing and mentioned that he rarely sees you anymore.”

“I see him,” you defended, scowling. “Just...not frequently.” Things with your dad were incredibly awkward, and you were still bitter about how he handled the divorce.

Sighing, your mother continued, “He’s your father, Y/N. I think it’d do you both good to spend more time together.” You knew she felt guilty more than anything. It was like you’d picked her side in the divorce, which from the outside looked like the case. You didn’t understand how she could feel bad for a man that treated her so badly.

“Mom, I really don’t think--”

“For me,” she interrupted, and you sighed. You couldn’t argue with her now; you loved your mother too much to disobey her. Groaning at the thought of joining your dad for an entire evening, you trudged into the small bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

You made sure to take your time getting ready, taking a long shower and sitting in front of your closet for almost an hour. Finally when you couldn’t stall any longer, you checked yourself in the mirror before saying goodbye to your mom, willing time to go as fast as possible tonight.

The house your dad lived in was just as astonishing as ever. You would never get used to the sheer size of it, the number of windows and extra rooms. Swallowing roughly, you paced the driveway for a minute, trying to settle your racing heart rate.

Get it together, Y/N, you scolded yourself, scowling at the pavement. He’s just your dad. Truthfully, however, he hadn’t felt like your dad in a long time. To you he was just a stranger who’d obliterated your life and collected the winnings, flaunting his success in the form of this god-awful mansion.

Inhaling deeply, you forced yourself to ring the door. The chimes echoed in your head as you held your breath, almost praying the door didn’t open.

But it did, revealing your father. Clad in an over-priced button down and with carefully sculpted facial hair, you barely recognized him. He had morphed himself into just another Figure 8 phony, and when he went to kiss your cheek his new beard scratched her skin and made you wince.

“How are you, baby?” he asked as you stepped inside, breathing in the cold air of his house. It was like a museum with carefully curated furniture and knickknacks. Your smile was more of a grimace, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“I’m good,” came your stiff answer. It was too cold in the house, and goosebumps raised on your skin. Your father led you into the kitchen where you saw Sarah’s dad leaning against the counter, wine glass in hand.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms for a hug. You gave an uncomfortable greeting after embracing him, already regretting your agreement to come here. Sarah’s dad, Ward, had always scared you. He was a very intense man that you were terrified to cross, and knowing he was friends with your dad only made you dislike your father more. But the Cameron’s lived very close to here, so you had a feeling Ward would be over a lot.

“Now I know you and Sarah were together all day, but do you have any idea where that girl is now?” His tone was upbeat and his eyes were empty. You resisted the urge to clench your fists, and instead forced a grin.

“Probably with John B. I think she said something about eating dinner with him.” You knew Sarah was hardly ever home, bouncing between hanging out with you and her boyfriend. She couldn’t stand her father any more than you could stand your own.

Ward nodded knowingly, his smile tightening. “Ah, of course.” You knew he disapproved of John B. just by the way he said his name with such disdain. Topper had been like a second son to him, and for Sarah to leave him in the dust must have angered Ward.

You turned your attention back to your dad, who poured himself and Ward another glass of wine. “Want some, sweetie?” he asked you with a chuckle, probably proud of himself for being cool enough to offer alcohol to his daughter.

Fighting off an eye roll, you shook your head politely. “No, thanks.” It was bad enough your dad and Ward were borderline drunk; the thought of being tipsy with them made you want to throw up.

“Let me tell you, you look great,” he continued, waving his glass at you. “Doesn’t she look great? A lot like your mother, actually. And well, it makes sense I guess since your mother used to look great too.” His words were slightly slurred, and you braced yourself at the mention of your mother. You were standing awkwardly away from the kitchen island, but didn’t want to step any closer to Ward and your father. So you just stood in the middle of the floor, looking at anything but his face.

Ward nodded. “Yes, Sarah and Y/N are growing into fine young women. It’s a reflection of good parenting, you know,” he joked, making your dad laugh. The sound set your teeth on edge.

“I only wish Sarah wasn’t so distracted,” Ward critiqued, taking a long swig of wine. His eyes took on that distant, scary quality they sometimes had that chilled you to the bone. “It’s that John B., I’m telling you. He’s got her priorities all twisted.”

Oblivious to Ward’s malice, your father chuckled. “My Y/N isn’t distracted in the slightest. She’s right on track for a bright, bright future.” He lifted his glass in a toast, but Ward just frowned.

Your skin was getting hot as your discomfort grew. Hearing your father brag about you was infuriating. He had nothing to do with how good of a daughter you were; that was all your mom. You took after her work ethic and self-discipline, and all you got from your father was a few genes and a lot of stress.

“So what have you been up to lately besides parading around the beach with Sarah?” your father questioned, sipping his wine.

“Not much,” you responded plainly. “Just...enjoying summer, I guess.” You didn’t owe your father any more details than that; if he wanted to know you, he’d have to make an actual effort and change for the better. Right now, he wasn’t somebody you wanted to know.

He nodded, eyes misting over as if remembering something. “Summer’s always been your favorite time of year. I remember when you were little you refused to wear any clothes that weren’t bright yellow, because you said you wanted to look like the sun.”

The memory seared into your mind, bringing with it pain and remorse that you’d spent so long pushing down. Ward just chuckled at this.

“Sarah went through a similar phase with pink,” he tried to explain, but your dad wasn’t paying attention to him. He still looked lost in thought.

“You were my little sunshine, Y/N. Still are, even though you’re older. You’ll always be my sunshine.” His smile, rather than warm your heart, only made you sick to your stomach. After a second you realized you actually felt sick. The sound of Ward’s chuckles and your father’s patronizing voice was suffocating you, and you couldn’t breathe. You knew you couldn’t stay here any longer, and the desire for fresh air overtook your brain.

“I-I have to go,” you stuttered, your vision blurry as anxiety began to rattle through your nerves. You could barely make out your father standing up, reaching his hands out to stop you. This only fueled your panic and you desperately wanted to avoid being grabbed by him.

“Where are you going, sunshine?” he called after you, but his voice was distorted and quiet. You ignored him as you pushed out the front door, sprinting as fast and as far away from his as you could manage.

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chocoluckchipz · 4 years

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The Other You - 2

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His body heavy, eyes drooping closed, Adrien released his transformation and flopped on his bed face down. Who in the world thought that him running a fashion empire after spending all day teaching the principles of physics to teenagers was a good idea? Add in Chat Noir’s obligatory patrols, and you've got yourself a sleep-deprived, confused, and stressed disaster of a man. Yet, despite his exhaustion, Adrien’s lips stretched in a smile as soon as his head collided with a pillow.

“I’m so tempted to just sleep,” he whispered into the silence of his bedroom. “There’s always morning for changing clothes and grooming.”

“Do whatever you want,” Plagg puffed. “But I need disinfection. Seriously, you two need to get a room and preferably a kwami-free one. I didn’t sign up for this uncivilized, touchy-feely stuff. Can’t you just reveal identities and free me from being an involuntary participant in your grossly romantic endeavours?”

“If it were up to me, I would've done that a long time ago,” Adrien murmured. His shoes and clothes already on the floor, he crawled under the comforter, yawning. “But, you know just as well as I do that it isn't up to me, and Ladybug might actually be right about it being dangerous.”

“Hawkmoth hasn’t been active for years,” Plagg whined, finishing wiping himself with a sanitizing towelette and immediately heading straight for his stash of Camembert. “He’s probably dead already. Why do you still need to keep these masks on?”

“Hawkmoth not being active for a while isn’t proof that we’ll never see him again,” Adrien replied, wrapping himself around his pillow. “What if he’s just waiting for us to put our guard down to strike?”

“He isn’t that smart.”

“I wouldn’t say so,” Adrien yawned again. “The man kept us on our toes for a decade. But even if, presumably, he’s out for good, this isn't the time to start a relationship still.”

“Why not?”

“Plagg, please,” Adrien mumbled, his eyes closed as he snuggled the pillow closer. “You know as well as I do that Ladybug is going through a rough period right now. Her job now demands all of her time and attention thanks to that jerk-boss that ditched them. Her relationship with her roommate—her best friend may I add—seems to worsen every time I hear about it. And have you even seen her? She’s lost weight and looks pale and tired all the time.” Adrien paused, opening his eyes. His chest tightened as he looked into the darkness of his bedroom. “Right now, Ladybug needs a friend who’ll support her, not another relationship to work on. And since I can’t help her with her civilian life, I’d be damned if I added to her problems.”

Adrien rolled over and pulled his comforter over his head. Ladybug needed a friend right now, not a boyfriend, and he loved her too much to add a romantic relationship to her already nearly unbearable pile. So until she got her promotion, he’d support her as a friend and would remain close for whenever she needed him. Once she reached her goal, though, that would change because then, Ladybug would actually have time and strength for a relationship with him. Otherwise, Adrien was afraid he was risking ruining everything before it even started. He’d already waited for her for years, he could certainly wait a little longer.

“Whatever you say, lover boy,” Plagg murmured and started to settle in his little bed, turning and twisting until he found the perfect position. “Goodnight, kid.”

“Goodnight, Plagg,” Adrien replied, his thoughts racing back to his Lady and the effortless friendship they’d developed that tiptoed dangerously on the border of romance. It would come eventually. Adrien knew that, and when it did, he'd make his Lady the happiest girl in all of France. He'd never take her for granted. He'd always—

“Wipe that dopey smile off your face,” Plagg suddenly grumbled. “It’s creepy to grin like an idiot in the dark.”

“How do you even see what I am doing from your wastebasket all the way over there?”

“I don’t need to see it. I can feel it. Now, stop it and go to bed. You have tons of work tomorrow and just a few hours left to sleep.”

“Don’t remind me.” Adrien groaned, flopping on his back. “I should’ve sold my shares and been done with it.”

“Then why did you listen to that dude from your work? You should try it, Adrien,” Plagg mocked. “See for yourself before deciding on what to do: continue teaching or follow in your father’s footsteps. Nonsense, I tell you. You should’ve sold and invested in Camembert production, something useful for once.”

“Max isn't a dude,” Adrien chuckled. “He's a friend, and he has a point. I've spent my life hating the fashion industry only because of my father and his crazy obsession with his work. Maybe—”

“He kicked you out of the house because you followed your passion instead of whatever he wanted you to do.”

“He didn’t kick me out. I left.”

“Doesn’t matter. The point is, this fashion nonsense ruined your life. Why would you want to ‘try it out’?”

“My life isn’t ruined. And I think it’s smart to make sure I really do hate heading a fashion empire instead of simply projecting my failed relationship with my father on the whole industry.”

“A load of BS if you ask me.”

“What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s just for a few months. If I don’t like it by the end of the summer, I’m selling.”

“It’s May now—”

“Almost June.”

“Still May, meaning that there are more than a few months until the end of the summer. And good luck enjoying each and every one of them with Marinette around. She gave you quite a welcome today, didn’t she?”

Adrien froze, all sleep vanishing at once, events of the past that changed his life forever flashing in front of his eyes.

***

On the day of their high school graduation, Marinette confessed. She blushed and stuttered and was absolutely adorable, expressing in the most beautiful and sincere of ways just how much he meant to her. When she finished speaking, with a trembling, hopeful smile on her lips, she raised her eyes, full of fear and anxiety, to look at him, but stunned, Adrien couldn't reply for the longest time.

He loved Marinette. He truly did, but only as a dear, close friend. He hated to reject her feelings, but even if Adrien wanted to give Marinette his heart, he couldn't. It had belonged to Ladybug ever since the day they’d met.

Speechless, all Adrien was able to do was look back at Marinette with eyes full of regret and apology. She didn’t need words to understand his answer. Whispering something he didn’t quite catch, Marinette escaped before Adrien could do as little as to say how sorry he was.

He’d never forgiven himself for breaking her heart, and if only he had been more careful, Adrien was certain they would’ve gotten through that incident without losing their friendship. Unfortunately, Adrien wasn’t so lucky. A few days later, he learned that Marinette had been pre-approved for an internship at his father's company. He lost his sleep over it because, living his whole life in the shadow of Gabriel Agreste, Adrien knew quite well what working for his father entailed and what it did to people as nice as Marinette. Sure, from the sidelines, being an employee at the hottest fashion house around seemed glamorous and exciting. In reality, there were only two options: you either allow this work to squash you and have a nervous breakdown before your first year was up, or you become just like his father—a cold, emotionless, heartless workaholic. There were no in-betweens or exceptions as far as Adrien was aware.

He couldn't let any of those happen to Marinette. Not when he wouldn’t be there to protect her. Not when, following a massive argument with his father over his plans for the future less than a week ago, Adrien was about to walk out of there himself. As of that moment, Adrien was supposed to move out of his childhood home by the end of the month if he wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a teacher. Otherwise, he’d have to cater to his father’s every whim indefinitely. The choice was clear, and seeing as he was escaping that hell of a company himself, Adrien couldn't silently stand on the sidelines and watch Marinette try to get on board. Not when, unlike him, she didn't know the reality of working for his father. Sadly enough, considering the timing, Adrien doubted that based on his words alone, Marinette would ditch her lifelong dream of working for Gabriel in favour of any other fashion houses that were sure to welcome her with open arms as soon as they saw her portfolio.

That's why he'd done it. That's why Adrien stole her file from his father's office.

He only wanted to protect her. He never meant any harm. He planned to sneak her portfolio to a few of his acquaintances in the other fashion houses that would be a much better fit for Marinette than his father's company ever could.

Perhaps, he could've chosen a better way to go about that, but at that moment, this was all that Adrien could come up with. Better timing also would’ve been nice. With his rejection of her confession, the moment to mess around with Marinette’s passions was as wrong as could be. Still, Adrien was confident his plan would work. The next day, he had a photoshoot for a fashion house that was on top of his list of better options for Marinette, so he stashed a copy of her portfolio in his bag and didn’t think twice about it.

Big mistake.

An hour before he was supposed to leave for the said photoshoot, Alya and Nino dragged him out of the house, picked up Marinette on their way and headed to their favourite cafe for some celebration he couldn’t even remember now. Despite the slight awkwardness between Marinette and him, their hang out turned out to be quite enjoyable. So pleasant, in fact, that Adrien let his guard down and made the second biggest mistake of his life—he’d allowed Alya to rummage around in his bag for mints while he visited the men's room before departing for his photoshoot.

Huge… colossal mistake.

Adrien stopped short of reaching the table on his way back. His friends stared at him in shock; his gaze focused on Marinette.

“Is this the reason no one could find my application when I called them three days ago?” She whispered, looking him straight in the eyes as she clutched her portfolio in her hands. “And the day after that? And yesterday? Today as well? They couldn’t find my portfolio because you took it?”

His body and mind paralyzed, Adrien stood frozen in place. He hadn't expected Marinette to find out. He hadn't the slightest idea of what to do or say.

Hastily, Marinette gathered her things and headed for the door only to halt her steps in front of him a moment later.

“Why?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I can understand and accept you not returning my feelings; no one can control their heart. But this?” Her voice cracked as tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her face. “Why would you be so cruel? What did I do to you to deserve this?”

Stunned, Adrien helplessly watched Marinette for a few moments, his dumbfounded silence only fueling her already rushed assumption about the situation. When his speech had returned, he’d scrambled to explain.

“You can’t work for my father.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Oh. And why?”

“It’s a bad idea. You don’t know what working for him can do to you. Marinette, I’ve been there. I’ve seen things… terrible things that happen to people because they can’t handle the workload and demands. I don’t want you there. I don’t want you—”

Marinette raised her hand and spat, “Stop it. I don’t care what you’ve seen there. Those people aren't me. This is not yourdecision to make, Adrien. It’s my life. My decisions. And if it would be a mistake, I want to be the one making it!”

“But—”

“Save it. I thought we were friends, but I guess I was wrong. Friends support each other, not—” She swallowed, looking away, and quietly added, “If my feelings are so much of an inconvenience to you that you didn’t even want me working at your father’s company, you should’ve said so. I would have stayed away on my own. You didn’t have to do this.”

With those words, she walked away. Alya and Nino followed.

“I can’t believe you,” Alya had snarled. Nino kept looking down as he followed his girlfriend.

They’d kicked him out of their private chat room that same day. Adrien's multiple calls, emails and texts over the next few weeks to the three had gone unanswered. His hope for a chance to explain had been slowly dying, and in the end, it was Chloe—the only friend who remained by his side—who’d convinced him to give up. His heart was breaking, but Chloe was likely right; if none of his friends had responded by then, they’d probably blocked him. Adrien had some pride left, and he wasn’t going to impose himself on anyone in person if they wouldn't speak to him over the phone. There was only so much he could do trying to fix that mess; and he’d done more than enough. By the end of the month, Adrien moved out of the mansion, changed his contacts, and tried to start a new life, leaving everyone behind.

With his move, his relationship with his father had taken a sharp turn for the worse, the two of them becoming as good as strangers. Thankfully, Adrien had enough work and savings to support himself. Soon, he’d found new friends in university, and life seemed to be regaining at least some sense of normalcy. He regretted neither leaving his father nor trying to stop Marinette from entering Gabriel. Quite the opposite, Adrien would've never forgiven himself if he hadn't tried to save her from the claws of the monster called Gabriel Agreste.

Years passed. Adrien graduated and began working as a physics teacher at a local high school, ending his modelling career as soon as he’d signed his teaching contract.

He never heard much from Gabriel until the day his lawyer called from a hospital. A few murmured words of apology from his father in his final moments couldn’t fix anything, but in his heart, Adrien still mourned. He still cared because no matter how estranged they'd grown, Gabriel was still his father and there had been times when Adrien had been happy with him. He wished it could've been different. He wished they could've had a better relationship, but it was a little too late to change anything when his father was taking his final breaths. A failure on both sides. Adrien mourned that as well.

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Adrien shifted in his bed. He had never asked to inherit anything. He didn’t need this company. It ruined a good part of his life, and for that, he hated it. Being cut off by his former friends, he didn’t know Marinette had been working there, sending all of his sacrifices to hell. But, boy, was he right. That gorgeous woman that snuck into his father’s office today—yes, he had to admit she was gorgeous; Marinette was always pretty but she had bloomed into a beautiful woman—was so exhausted that her beauty was barely visible. A thick layer of exhaustion glazed over her stunning blue eyes; her flawless skin looked pale; the sagging curve of her pink lips did absolutely nothing to accentuate her loveliness. The deep frown line in the middle of her forehead might have been there because of meeting him, but still, Adrien’s heart tightened. Working for his father hadn’t been merciful to Marinette.

Just as he’d predicted.

The worst part of all, however, was that Marinette seemed to not see it herself, fighting for a company that, without a strong leader, was quickly going under. Didn’t she have anyone in her life to care enough for her to shake her out of that trance? Didn’t she—

A thought popped into his head so unexpected and crazy, his eyes widened. It was rather insane, but perhaps fate was giving him a chance to redeem himself?

Whatever wrong he’d done before, his intentions were always pure: to help Marinette. She used to be his friend. He cared for her. Surely fate or destiny or whatever cosmic force that controlled his luck saw that and thought it unfair for Adrien to be condemned for what he hadn’t done. He wasn’t a backstabber; he was a loyal friend.

So, perhaps if he was the bigger person and helped Marinette now, she’d see his noble objective and would have to admit that he wasn’t as horrible of a person as she probably thought him to be. Perhaps she’d even apologize. He was older now, more mature. Surely, he could come up with better plans for how to improve Marinette's life, help her succeed, and prove the purity of his intentions and sincerity of his character.

He did also kind of owe her for breaking her heart. Maybe this was a chance to atone for that as well.

Adrien shook his head and rolled over in his bed. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t care for someone who tossed him aside without even letting him explain. He shouldn’t help anyone who wouldn’t even listen to him or give him the benefit of the doubt.

He had been her friend. She had claimed to be in love with him. Why then was a simple mistake big enough for her to dismiss years of friendship and kick him out of her life? Why should he even think about doing anything nice for such a person, even if only to prove himself right?

Because she helped you just a few hours ago despite hating you.

Adrien groaned. Damn conscience! He still shouldn’t! She did it for the sake of her job, not because she cared for him.

She still helped you when you needed help. She isn’t a lost cause yet. There's still good in her.

Adrien pressed his lips together. He wouldn’t! Not after the way she treated him.

Weren’t you the one to deliver the first blow, though?

Adrien sat up, running his hands through his hair. Why was he such a pushover? Why couldn’t he be more like his father when it came to things like these? Why was he already thinking of the ways he could help Marinette?

Because you aren’t your father, and you still care.

“Okay, fine. I’ll help her.” He threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Just leave me alone. I need to sleep.”

Settling back into his bed, Adrien closed his eyes and hoped for a few peaceful hours of slumber. Instead, his head buzzed with ideas crazy enough to make him chuckle one moment and bemoan his existence the next. By the time the morning rolled in, there were only two things that Adrien was certain of:

First, Gabriel would have to go. His father had built that company on his employees’ tears and suffering. It wasn’t worth saving, even if Adrien thought he figured out how to do that. It might be a petty, personal revenge move, but Adrien couldn’t find it in himself to care. It would be the right thing to do. Most of its employees had already handed in their resignation letters, anyway.

Second, there was only one way for Marinette to make it in this industry now: find a position in a different company. With her talent, it shouldn't be a problem. He just had to play his cards right and find her a company that would appreciate her more than his father ever did—showing her in the process what a grave mistake she made all those years back when she had cast him aside so cruelly.

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talesmaniac89 · 4 years

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Hiraeth – Home is where the heart is

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Past tense not current relationship)

Summary: Dean’s looking back on the summer he spent with you in his arms. A year has passed, summer is here again. But it’s a summer without you and, even in the sweltering heat of the bunker, he’s freezing to the bone.

Triggers: Heartbreak, Loss, broken childhood, John being a bad dad, ambiguous ending (could be implied as reader death though nothing is described), ANGST.

A/N: Written for @firefly-in-darkness’s summer challenge. My prompt was Hiraeth – a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was. Since it’s an uncommon word, it’s not used directly in the fic, but rather just the feelings it encompasses. As well as of course being a part of the title of the fic.

Y/N = Your Name | Y/L/N = Your Last Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour | Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

Home.

The word had always felt foreign and strange on Dean’s tongue. He had very few memories of the apple pie life others often referred to when they spoke of ‘home sweet home’.

He knew what it was supposed to mean. At least he had once. Back when he was still a kid, when he still held onto the hope of settling down to a new normal after his mother’s death.

There’d been more than one shaky crayon drawing of four walls with a smiling sun and happy stick figures on a green lawn painted onto scrap paper in the back seat of the Impala as his father drove them from hunt to hunt during his early childhood years. A pair of young, naïve eyes catching the picket fences that rushed past on the other side of the window and dreaming of a home to return to.

He’d only had a taste of it, for the first few years of his life, before it went up in flames around him. His young eyes watching everything he loved burn as he held baby Sammy in his arms and his father fell to pieces next to him on the carefully manicured lawn. But for the next few years of his young life he’d always held onto the hope that he’d get it back at some point. Until he grew old enough to know better.

Home had never been his father’s goal. John Winchester had been driving towards revenge, not a better future for his boys.

So, after that, home had always been the Impala, the guest room of a fellow hunter, and hell, even a few longer-term stays in ratty motels. Yet, none of them had fit right. They’d been houses, beds, and roofs over their heads, sure… But they were never a home. Not the way Dean thought a home should feel like at least.

By the time it was only Sammy and him, he’d long since given up the idea of home. It was just the two of them against the world. And the closest they’d ever come to having a place to return to was the safe confines of ebony steel and leather. With their initials carved into rear package tray of the Impala and the army man stuck in the ashtray. It hadn’t been much, but it was theirs. And with the entire world out to get them; it was all Dean had dared dream of.

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They’d eventually found the bunker. And Dean had done his best to make it feel like a home for Sammy and him. It was as close to a home as anything else they’d ever had. Even if it was borrowed from a group of long-gone men and women in stuffy suits, Dean had made it theirs. For a while he’d even fooled himself into believing he’d finally come home. That the concrete walls of the bunker were all he ever really wanted.

But then she’d walked into his life. Fiery (Y/E/C) eyes had met his across the latest battlefield, and, damn it, he’d realised he’d been fooling himself all along.

The bunker was just concrete and steel… A home needed more than that. A home needed warmth. And, even without anything more than vague memories, Dean had seen it in her eyes. With (Y/N) there, smiling at him from the chair she’d quickly claimed as her own, Dean had finally been home.

Once he’d realised, a strange kind of calm had fallen over the weary hunter. He couldn’t explain it, not really. But whenever he walked into a room and found her there, something ancient and real at the very core of him would speak up and tell him that this, this was it. This was what a home was supposed to be like.

It was supposed to be warm, and safe. Even in the middle of a damned apocalypse. It was a haven of smiles and shared moments. It was supposed to feel right, and slightly nostalgic. Like some long-lost dream that he’d finally found his way back to. Not just a bed to call his own, or a favourite chair in a living room. But family and her. That was home.

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For the longest time, he’d just revelled in that discovery. Too afraid to shake the foundations of his newfound place in the world to let her know. Just drowning in her bright attentive eyes and pretending he was fine being just a friend, just a hunting buddy.

But then he’d gotten greedy.

He’d found his way home, and he wanted to feel like he belonged there. Properly belonged, not just stuffed into some guest bedroom at the back of her heart. He didn’t want to be just a house guest that simply slipped into her mind from time to time. He’d loved her, and he wanted more.

He wanted to be her home, the one she went looking for after a hard day, just like he always did with her. So, he’d told her… Everything. He’d put his home and heart on the line. Though the words stuck in his throat and his heart beat so fucking hard that he could barely hear himself speak. Dean had told her he loved her, just as the weather was getting warmer and the sun hung in the sky a little longer each day.

His heart in his throat and hands trembling as he waited for her to shut him out in the cold and make him homeless. But instead, she’d smiled at him. Throwing her arms around him and letting him drown in the apple pie sweetness of her lips against his. His arms had hesitantly wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest.

And hell, Dean had been home.

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He could still feel the ghost of the happy laughter that had filled his chest and heart when she’d finally been his. Buried somewhere deep in his chest, hidden behind a million unshed tears and defeated, angry screams.

Dean had gotten a taste of what picture perfect was supposed to feel like for three short months that summer. But nothing in his life was meant to last. And, exactly a year ago, life had once more proved that anything he touched turned to rubble under his destructive fingers.

He should have seen it coming. Happiness always fled from the Winchesters. It was as certain as gravity. But, he’d fooled himself into believing that the world owed him a little slice of apple pie. That he could protect his home; though his family tree of death and destruction should have been enough proof to show him that he wasn’t meant for happiness. Heartbreak and loss were a part of his legacy, no matter how hard he’d tried to outrun it.

And fuck, Dean had tried. Even if it went against everything he'd ever been taught. He'd been raised as a weapon, a soldier… He was a hunter, not a family man. His father had told him over and over again; to never settle down. A moving target was harder to hit.

He’d been raised knowing to never leave himself open or to stay in one place for too long. When strangers passing through his life had spent their evenings safe at home, he’d practiced how to protect his weak spots. Pulse points, heart, lungs, kidneys... By the time kids his age learned algebra, he was perfecting how to dodge, parry and kill.

Yet, his father had never told him what to do when his biggest weak spot was outside of his reach. When home was a person, not a place.

In all his years of training, Dean had never learned what to do when his heart was outside his chest. Shaped like a stubborn woman whom no number of blocks and parries could ever keep completely out of harm's way. Still, he’d foolishly thought he could protect that part of himself too. That he could keep her safe and protect the home he’d finally found in her arms.

But nothing good was meant to last. Not for Dean Winchester. And reality had finally caught up with him, a year ago, to the day.

He’d already suffered through a full 365 days of missing her. And Dean knew it would never stop hurting. Even if he still clung to the memories of that one perfect summer. Of how she’d finally been his, after years wasted loving her from a distance. Every single second of those flawless three months was branded into his heart, stinging with pastel coloured clarity and bittersweet memories.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) had been his home and now he was homeless.

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Stepping into her room; he could still somehow smell the ghost of her perfume lingering in the air as he remembered how she’d bounced up and down, giddy with childish joy. Bare legs barely covered by a pair of lounge shorts and soft (Y/H/C) hair pulled away from her face as she held out the water balloons she’d picked up somewhere to help cool them down in the sweltering heat.

Dean remembered how he’d laughed, arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her out of the way to grab for the pack of balloons as she squealed happily in his arms. It had been one of the hottest days of the summer and he’d been drowning in the heat of the Kansas heatwave. But hell, he’d still not wanted to let go of her. Even as she squirmed in his arms and pouted adorably, pleading with him to join her for a water balloon fight, just to cool down at least for a little while.

It was one of the last happy moments he got with her. Hot heat, cool water and bright laughter that was still somehow etched into his skin, even a year later.

Now however, even the searing warmth of hot air trapped under layers of concrete felt chilly as he took a few shaky steps across her room towards her bed. Eyes downcast as he tried to avoid looking at the million little reminders of her. Dean was frozen, chilled to the bone. Without her, he’d never feel warm again.

Reaching for the picture frame at her bedside table, Dean sighed as his hand fell before even fully reaching the picture of him and her. She was smiling up at him, happy and unaware of the abrupt ending waiting for her. As bitter, angry tears stung in his eyes, he let his hands curl into weak fists at his sides as he sank back against her bed until he was crumpled on the cool floor.

He couldn’t avert his eyes from the reminders. They were everywhere. She was everywhere.

He couldn’t explain what hit the hardest, or what he missed the most. It was a multi-layered longing. He wasn’t just missing (Y/N). That word didn’t cover the depth of his heartbreak. No… He yearned for her, sure. He’d do anything to hold her in his arms and bury his lips against her (Y/H/C) hair as her laughter warmed the bunker. To feel her heartbeat under his fingertips and taste that apple pie happiness on his tongue once more.

But it was more than just that. Without her, nothing was right. The bunker wasn’t home anymore. It was just… Another pitstop. Another bed to sleep in between hunts. A prison cell filled with painful reminders. And even sitting there, in the middle of the room that had been hers, he felt homesick.

The bunker wasn’t his home. Not if she wasn’t there with him.

Nothing felt right without her there. The sweltering summer sun felt cold and artificial, and the days seemed to pass without Dean even noticing. Life wasn’t real anymore. Even the little moments that had him smiling and laughing just one summer ago, now felt wrong, without her there to share them with him.

And she’d never be there again. She was lost…

No… Dean was the lost one. He’d lost his way home when her fingers slipped from his a year ago, and he’d never find his way back. The bunker was just concrete and a roof over his head, without her, nowhere would ever feel like home again.

He longed to be back with her, where his heart belonged. Where the very core of him lived. But she was gone, and he was left weathering a freezing summer in a cardboard box heart. Only returning home, to her, in the sporadic moments of sleep he sometimes managed to get. Whenever exhaustion or alcohol knocked him out.

It had only been one summer, but for that one summer, Dean Winchester had a place to call home. A place where he truly belonged. And it wasn’t picket fences or pies cooling on the windowsill that had been Dean’s place to come home to. It was a woman with bright attentive (Y/E/C) eyes and a laugh that warmed the very air he’d breathe.

For that short while, Dean had finally understood why people said home is where the heart is. And just as quickly as he found his way home; he’d lost it, when he lost her.

And he’d never be home again.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years

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Different

Keanu Reeves X Reader (A/n- This is a little shorter. Tbh, this man is dominating my life rn and I wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Y/n kicked her car door closed, juggling her purse, keys, and two grocery bags in her arms, a little annoyed that Keanu didn’t bother to come outside to help. They had only arrived in New Orleans over the past week and while the house they had rented had most of the things they would need, Y/n still decided to do a little shopping herself.

She managed to unlock the door and put the bags on the kitchen counter. “I’m back!” Y/n yelled as she unpacked some of the frozen goods. It was a little strange that he Keanu didn’t respond so she put the unpacking aside and poked her head in the living room. Maybe he was running lines and didn’t hear her? “Keanu?” She called again. He wasn’t there. “Keanu! If you’re trying to scare me, I know you’re here.”

It took a while but eventually a voice from upstairs responded, “I’m up here babe!”

Shrugging off her jacket and kicking of her shoes, Y/n started up the stairs, her fingers ghosting over the wooden railing. Up there, she headed straight for their shared bedroom. He wasn’t on the bed or at desk nearby. Keanu’s shirt from earlier in the day was cast aside in the laundry basket and bathroom door was cracked a bit . “Baby?”

This time he answered immediately, “Don’t come in. Wait right there.” Giggling at his hurried words, Y/n plopped onto the bed. She occupied herself by folding some laundry from one of their open suitcases. ”Okay, so what do you think?” Keanu asked from behind her. Y/n stood, turning to face her boyfriend, her mouth falling open in shock, “I told you they asked me to shave, so....” Noticing her surprise, he frowned a little, “You hate it.”

Y/n was left fumbling for words. Well, the right words. He had had the beard since they met. She liked the beard. She loved the beard. The way it felt against her skin when he playfully rubbed it against her cheek, how it was beginning to have little flecks of grey, just everything about it. This was so...different. “No,” She shook her head, going over to him and grasping his fore arms. “Its different,” Y/n smiled softly, rising a hand to cup his cheek, “In a good way. You’re still the hottest man I've ever met.”

He laughed, bending to meet Y/n’s lips in a kiss, “So does that mean you’ll be okay if this became permanent?” He teased.

Her brows furrowed together, “Um, no offense baby, but hell no. As soon as filming is over I’m gonna need to grow that back.” Her fingers tracing his face, humming at its new smoothness. “This is a nice change but nothing beats that sexy scruff.”

Glancing at himself in the mirror a few feet away behind them, “Maybe you’re right.” Then, he lifted her off the floor and tossed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her “But for now lets see how much you enjoy not having beard burn after sex.”

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disasterdeacy · 5 years

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Moonlight Mother {John Deacon x Reader}

A/N: I legit have no words except I am so sorry to my mother, our lord and savior Jesus Christ, and to John Richard Deacon. Warnings: SIN!!! Y’all, seriously don’t read this if you’re under 18.

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader Time Period: 1981, aka the best era of John Deacon, THANK YOU ROCK MONTREAL

Word Count: 4515 (god)

John dropped his bag, sighing into his hands as he rubbed his face. The concerts had been absolutely incredible, and he had had a great time, but god he missed his bed; and by bed he meant wife. The two weeks he had been away from Y/N were the worst two weeks of his life, phone calls 3x a day weren’t enough. He needed her, in every way imaginable.

Before he had left for Canada, he had wanted to tell Y/N that he wanted to try and have a baby. After all, he loved this woman more than he loved being alive, who else would be rather have a family with? However, he hadn’t managed to get the chance to ask her in person before he left, as the two had been rather occupied. He had talked to both Roger and Brian during their time in Canada, asking their advice on how to bring up the subject of children to his young wife.

His two band mates had only smiled and made jokes about how the two already went at it like two catholic rabbits, and that with his luck she was already pregnant. But John knew that wasn’t true. Two days before he left, he found a negative pregnancy test in the bathroom rubbish bin. He had been a little disheartened by the since pink line, but he also knew that they had plenty of time to have a family, after all Y/N wasn’t even 25 yet, and he was only 30. The thought of being a dad had always made John smile, the possibilities were endless when it came to his future children, and the knowledge that he would be responsible for the next generation of Deacons made him feel more like a man than he had ever felt before.

When he had been younger, before he met Y/N, John only assumed that the only reason he wanted children was to carry on his name, and pass on his genes to. He had never imagined that there would be this insatiable desire inside of him to put a baby in his wife’s womb. Ever since he had first seen her wide hips and deliciously plump breasts, accentuated by those damn high waisted pants and a turtleneck which was too tight to be comfortable, he couldn’t stop imagining pumping her full of his cum, impregnating her over and over and over again.

His cock ached at the thought of seeing his beautiful young wife, round and glowing, carrying his child in her womb, a child which his own cock has placed there. It was an image that he had cum to, too many times to count. Especially these last 2 weeks he’d been away, there had been nothing that could keep his cock restrained when it came to the thought of his cum dripping down Y/N’s leg, knowing that he more than likely had just put a baby in her.

It was a thought that John had to stop himself from having as he walked through the door of your home, according to his watch it was 3:24am, Y/N would definitely be asleep. He sighed, he wanted nothing more than to snuggle in bed behind her, slipping his achingly hard cock in between her ass cheeks to wake her, before he would pound her poor little pussy into oblivion. However, he knew that the two of them needed to have a talk about it before he just went and got her pregnant. It wasn’t just him he had to think about, he loved his wife, and he wanted Y/N to be the one to decide when they had children. After all, he was just the sperm donor, she was the one who had to do all of the heavy lifting throughout the pregnancy.

Little did John know, Y/N had been having the same thoughts. Ever since her and John had met, she knew that she wanted to have his children, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. John was the sweetest man she had ever met, he was loving, kind, caring, funny, and insanely attractive. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and without him, she knew that she wouldn’t be half the woman she was today. So, when her period was a few days late before John was due to go to Montreal, she was ecstatic.

The young woman had waited for John to leave for rehearsal, before she rushed down to the corner store and purchased a single home pregnancy test. When she returned home she wasted absolutely no time before taking the test, so when it came back negative and her period came only a few hours later, she was slightly upset. Although she knew that she and John had all the time in the world, she couldn’t get over the way the possibility of being pregnant with John’s child made her feel.

She had never wanted children before meeting John, and now here she was, masturbating every night to the mere thought of John’s cock spilling a baby into her womb. It was the single hottest fantasy she could imagine, and all she wanted was to feel her husband’s cum fill her up, she wanted it to stay inside of her all day, running down her legs whenever she attempted to walk. Y/N had gone to sleep the night before John was due to come home, in nothing but one of John’s oversized T shirts, knowing it would drive him absolutely wild when he walked into their shared room. Her pussy was dripping when she went to bed, the mere thought of John impregnating her enough.

John had managed to completely strip down to nothing but his boxers by the time he made his way to him and his wife’s bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing leading from the front door, all the way to their bedroom door. He knew he would get an ear full about it in the morning, but at this particular moment in time, he did not give two shits. All he wanted to do at this very moment was girl up next to his gorgeous wife, and sleep for hours. Well, that wasn’t ALL he wanted, but he that would be all he would be allowed to do until morning came. However, when he quietly entered the room, the sight before him took his breath away.

His young wife was asleep atop the covers, dressed in only one of his many oversized shirts. While they were usually quite large on him, his wife’s curves filled out every one of his shirts better than any supermodel could ever hope to fill out a dress on the runway. Her long legs were bent at the knee, one crossed atop the other, giving him a perfect view of her ass, an ass that he had so often imagined while away. He shuddered at the sight of his wife, so angelic, and yet so devilish. His cock was even harder than it had been when he walked through the door, pressing against the constraints of his boxers, begging to be set free. John moaned as he felt the extremely sensitive tip of his clock rub against the cotton material, he knew that he couldn’t sleep like this. Conversation be damned, he needed to be buried balls deep in his wife’s tight pussy. He needed to fuck Y/N, and he needed to fuck her now.

Running a hand through his curly hair, John Deacon all bit ran across the room to the bed which his sleeping wife occupied, her figure unmoving. He slipped in bed behind her, wrapping a toned arm around middle, pulling her backside flush against him. He groaned at the feeling of his cock on her ass, it was almost unbearable. The sudden movement caused Y/N to stir, her sleepy eyes opening only slightly, adjusting to the moonlight filled room.

At first she didn’t know what was going on, but as soon as she woke slightly, she felt the all to familiar feeling of her husband’s arm around her middle, and the even more familiar feeling of his pulsing cock pressed into her backside. Y/N smirked and began grinding her ass into the metal like rod of a penis her husband was pressing against her, knowing that this always managed to get a response from the man. And what a response it was.

“You saucy little minx, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now? What you’ve been doing to me for the past 2 weeks?”

John’s voice was deeper than Y/N had ever heard it, and the feeling of his hot breath against her neck caused her to moan like a wanton slut. She couldn’t take nor facing him anymore, so she flipped around to face John, taking his right hand into her own.

“I can feel exactly what I’ve been doing to you, would you like to feel what you’ve been doing to me?”

John was staring her straight in the eyes, the moonlight showing her that his pupils were blown, making his grey eyes seem almost black in the darkness. Her words had somehow made his cock even harder that it had been before, and he could feel the precum leaking from it like a faucet that just wasn’t turned off properly. What happened next, John wasn’t expecting at all, but knowing his wife, definitely should have been.

Upon seizing John’s right hand, Y/N latched her mouth onto her husband’s, slipping her tongue into his as she also slid his fingers into her soaking wet pussy. John moaned louder than she was used to, the vibrations from his throat reverberating through her own. His fingers soon went to work, coating themselves in his wife’s wetness, which wasn’t seeming like it was ever going to stop.

“God John! I’ve missed the way you make me feel.”

Y/N moaned out into John’s mouth, her hands clutching at his curly locks, God she loved this hairstyle on him. His fingers had gone straight into her soaking pussy, 4 fingers were completely buried inside his wife, curling so he could find that special spot that always made Y/N cum hard and fast. His thumb was perfectly perched on the little bundle of nerves at the top of her gorgeous mound, rubbing lazy circles around it, his pace making Y/N feel as though he was killing her in the beat way possible.

John loved playing with his wife’s pussy, it was one of his favorite things in the world. Feeling the way she clenched and released around his fingers, depending on just how fast he was pounding, or how slight his fingers were curling. However, as much as he loved their usual foreplay games, tonight, John simply wanted to pound his wife into the mattress with the fury of 1,000 gods.

Just as Y/N was nearing her release, mouth wide, eyes clenched shut from the sheer weight of the pleasure John was giving her, he removed his fingers from her, bringing them up to his mouth to clean.

The loss of the full feeling caused Y/N to groan unhappily, however when she saw John greedily lapping at her wetness on his fingers, her annoyance turned to unbridled lust. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had climbed atop John, straddling his waist as she attached her mouth to his neck, biting and kissing every inch she could. John was speechless, his cock pinned between his wife’s bare thighs and his own stomach. He was in absolute heaven, his wife’s gorgeous mouth marking him as her’s, something they both loved to do to one another.

When the pressure on his cock became too much, John gently took hold of Y/N’s face, pulling her from his neck to look him in the eyes. The two lovers stared at one another, love and adoration seemingly poured from every pore on their bodies.

“I love you so much my darling, more than you know.” John couldn’t help but allow the words to flow from his mouth as he cupped Y/N’s cheek, pulling her towards him to place a single kiss to the top of her head.

This woman sat atop him was the only person in the entire world who truly understood and loved him, completely and selflessly. All sexual motives aside, there was no woman alive that he would rather be given the honor to call the mother of his children.

After John’s display of love, Y/N simply couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching between herself and John, she quickly lined her husband’s throbbing cock up against her and before John knew what was happening, his cock was completely enveloped by his wife’s waiting heat. He groaned at the feeling, sitting up in the bed and wrapping his arms around Y/N, bringing her towards him, burying his face in her ample chest. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good.” John gasped into his wife’s chest, his arms tightening around her waist as she rode him slowly, taking his cock completely inside of her. Y/N threw her head back in ecstasy, the feeling of her husband’s cock filling her up completely after two weeks apart almost too much for her to handle. John felt the same way, whenever Y/N took the reigns and rode him, he could never hold himself together for long. He didn’t want that tonight. John wanted to take his wife hard, and for as long as possible. He wanted to savor this moment, he wanted to make his wife cum as many times as possible before he completely filled her to the brim with his cum, hopefully putting a baby in her beautiful belly. Y/N’s soft moans were only egging him on, causing his cock to grow even more inside of her, her wetness running down the throbbing length, dripping down his taunt balls, onto the sheet below them. “God, John, I’ve missed you so much, my fingers could never make me feel this way.” Y/N grabbed hold of John’s head, bringing his lips to her’s, biting his bottom lip, hoping this would cause a reaction. To most people, John wasn’t exactly seen as a sex go, most people would be incorrect. While John’s sweet and loving side usually dominated their everyday life, behind closed doors, John was an absolute deviant. He was rough, dominating, and oh so good. Y/N had been surprised the first time John had let that side of him show, she couldn’t walk for almost 2 days afterwards; the whole time she was in bed, John never left her side, running her bath after bath, massaging her when she asked, and placing soft kisses along her entire body. Since then, things had only gotten better. Of course the two of them didn’t have aggressive sex every night, sometimes John wanted Y/N to take control, to be soft, loving, and to simply make love. Tonight wasn’t that night though.

After being apart for two weeks, their thoughts running rampant with images of swollen bellies, throbbing cocks leaking with cum, and shaking thighs, neither John nor Y/N wanted soft and gentle. John groaned into Y/N’s mouth at the feeling of her teeth against his bottom lip, if she wanted to play that game, he would play. Y/N soon got the answer to her unasked question when John quickly pulled out of her, flipping the two of them so her back was pressed against the mattress. She moaned at the feeling of John’s roughness, looking into his eyes, pupils blow. He looked like a madman, his eyes wild and hungry, mouth agape, spit running from his lips onto her chest. Y/N reached up to grab onto his curly hair, hoping to bring him to her neck so he could mark her as his, she fucking loved when he did that. She loved showing the world who she belonged to, and John loved it just as much as she did. However, John had other plans.

Just as Y/N went run her fingers through his hair, John grabbed her wrists in his hands, forcing them to the bed above her. “No ma’am, tonight, you listen to me. You do what I tell you, you don’t speak, you just listen.” John’s last word was drawn out, almost a breathless moan, as he leaned forward to take the lobe of her ear into his mouth, gently biting it, his breath hot and wet on Y/N’s neck. “John..” “No. If you talk, you don’t get to cum. If you speak, I’ll leave you here, soaking wet and pleading for release. I’ll tie you to the bed, and sleep in the guest room, screaming out as I cum on my stomach thinking of your pretty little mouth and gorgeous pussy. Understood?” Y/N clenched her eyes shut as John pressed a single, calloused finger inside of her, moaning and nodding in agreement with her husband.

She needed this, she needed him inside of her, more than she needed air. John seemed satisfied with his wife’s answer, grinning into her neck as he placed a single kiss against the junction between her jaw and ear. “Look what you’ve done to be baby, look at how much my cock needs you.” He sat up slightly, taking his cock into his hand. Y/N sat up on her elbows to get a better look at her husband, and what she saw made her whine. John’s cock was red, throbbing with anticipation, his cock head was nearly purple with need, precum seeping out of it nonstop, coating his hand as he rubbed a single finger along his slit. He knew exactly what he was doing to his wife, and he didn’t even have to look at her sopping wet center to know that. Y/N had her bottom lip completely inside of her mouth, teeth biting down hard enough that he was sure she would bring blood. John released his cock, making sure his fingers were coated in his own arousal. “It looks like I’ve made a bit of a mess darling, could you help me?” Y/N knew exactly what John wanted, so she nodded like the good girl she was, and John stuck four of his completely saturated fingers inside of her waiting mouth. She moaned at the taste of her husband’s precum, sucking his fingers while swirling her tongue around the tips, her eyes meeting his own, before closing them to savor his taste. The sound of his wife’s delicate moans, accompanied by the feeling of her mouth around his fingers, sucking his precum off of his fingers like a good little slut, was too much for John to handle. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, and before Y/N even had time to comprehend what was happening, John had buried himself deep inside of her once more. Y/N gasped at the sudden intrusion, throwing her head back, giving John full access to her neck, which he soon took complete advantage of. John was viciously fucking her now, his cock drilling into her at a speed that she had previously never seen John move. Y/N was gasping for breath, her arms clinging to John to keep herself grounded. John had his head resting against her’s, his arms on either side of her body to keep himself from crushing her. “God Y/N, I want to fuck a baby into you.” The words had fallen from his mouth before he even knew what had happened, he didn’t know why he said it, he hadn’t been planning on even bringing up his fantasy until they had spoken about their wishes fully, but the feeling of Y/N’s muscles clenching around his cock coupled with her fingernails digging into his back muscles just made the words he had been bursting to speak spill out.

Once he realized what he had done, John halted his movements, lifting his head from Y/N’s, and looking into her eyes, worried at what he might see. He stared into her eyes for a beat, his mouth wide, ready to apologize, his previous demeanor gone, replaced by the John everyone was used to seeing. However, just as he opened his mouth to speak, he closed it as he felt his wife’s pussy clamp down around his cock. Y/N couldn’t help it, the words that had come from her husband’s mouth had affected her in a way she hadn’t expected. “You want to fuck a baby in me?” Y/N didn’t even care about John’s previous threat, she needed to hear it again. John looked down at you, his eyes wide. “Uh, I, I’m.” He couldn’t stop stuttering, he didn’t want to freak Y/N out, it was a pretty intense statement. “Because, I want you to fuck a baby into me John. I want you to fuck me hard until you cum as deep inside of my womb.” Y/N leaned up, taking John by the back of his head, pulling his mouth to hers. John groaned loudly at his wife’s words, taking her by the back of the head, crushing his mouth to her own. “You want me to cum deep inside of you baby? You want me to fuck you until your womb is absolutely filled with my cum?” All Y/N could do was nod and scream out John’s name as he ferociously fucked her, his cock finding that special spot deep inside of her body that always made her cum harder than she ever imagined possible. “I’m going to fuck you every night until your poor little pussy is absolutely demolished. My cum is going to be leaking from you until your belly is swollen with our baby.” John had his hands on their headboard now, anchoring himself so he could fuck Y/N harder and faster than he ever had, spurred on by the image of Y/N in this exact same position, her womb full with the life of his child. “God, John, I’m so close love!” Y/N couldn’t hold back anymore, John hitting that same spot over and over, the thought of his cum filling her up until she got pregnant, the feral look in his eyes, all coupled together with the fact that she hadn’t had him in two weeks, was too much to handle. Seeing how close his wife was, and knowing he wouldn’t be far behind her, John removed his hands from the headboard and lifted her legs over his shoulders, allowing for his cock to go deeper than he thought possible. “Fuck, Fuck! John!” Y/N arched her back, a pleasure far more intense than anything she had ever felt before washing over her entire body. Feeling Y/N losing herself underneath him, her walls clenching him like a vice, John came, a scream caught in his throat. He could feel stream after stream of cum bursting from his cock, imbedding itself deep in his wife, it just didn’t seem to end. Y/N was still recovering from her own orgasm when she felt her husband lose himself inside of her, the warmth of his cum erupting from his cock filling her. She couldn’t believe just how much cum was spilling from her husband, his cock was still twitching inside of her and she could feel his cum leaking out of her vagina. Once the aftershocks of his orgasm had ceased, and he could think straight once again, he gently moved Y/N’s legs down from off of his shoulders, making sure to keep his cock buried deep inside her core, wanting to keep his cum inside of her for as long as possible. He didn’t know if that would increase their chances of getting pregnant, but it felt right. John was absolutely spent, he had never had an orgasm that intense, and he had never fucked anyone as aggressively as he had just fucked Y/N. Y/N was running her fingers through his hair as he laid his head on her breasts, still breathing as heavily as she had been before John had finished. “Did you mean it John?” She placed a kiss to the top of his sweaty head, her hands running up and down his back. She desperately hoped that he did, and it wasn’t something that he had just mentioned in the midst of sex. John raised his head from Y/N’s chest, a sleepy smile on his face. “Of course I meant it love, I’ve been thinking about it ever since I met you. I mean, just think about how gorgeous our children would be.” John began ticking Y/N’s sides, laughing as she shrieked. She began laughing, struggling against his fingers. “John! Be serious love. You’re ready?” Y/N grabbed John’s hands, bringing them to her mouth to place small kisses on the knuckles. John’s eyes softened as he felt his wife’s lips against his hand, this wasn’t how he had planned this conversation to go. He sighed and regrettably pulled out of Y/N wincing at the loss of warmth, sitting up, he pulled Y/N up with him as well, waiting until the two of them were sat in front of each other, legs crossed. John took Y/N’s hands back into his own, before speaking.

“Y/N, love, I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. From the moment I met you, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and there is no woman who I would rather have be the mother of my children. You’re kind, loving, hilarious, and I wasn’t joking when I said that our children would be beautiful.” Y/N laughed at John, of course he would be the sweetest human being alive after pounding her poor body into oblivion. Y/N grabbed hold of John’s shoulders, pulling him towards her until the two were lying against the bed once more, John curled into her side. She smiled down at him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Well, I would be honored to be the mother of your children John Richard Deacon.” John’s eyes began to water as he looked up at Y/N, he had never felt a love so strongly before. “I love you so much Y/N, more than you could ever know.” John had tears running down his cheeks as he reached up and kissed his wife, cupping her face in his hands. “Well, I should hope so John, after all, I am going to be the mother of your children.” Y/N’s seemingly sweet and innocent comment greatly affected John, his cock becoming hard once more at the thought of his wife carrying his child. Y/N rose her eyebrows at the sudden feeling of her husband’s hard cock pressed against her side. “Already John, really?” She couldn’t help but laugh as he blushed a deep red. “Well love, like I said, I won’t rest until you’re swollen with our child.” John had climbed back on top of her at this point, smiling down at Y/N as she rolled her eyes. “Then you’d better get to it Mr. Deacon.” John grinned and flipped them over so she was on top of him. “With pleasure Mrs. Deacon”

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Baby Blue Circumstances

Winwin ×| Taeyong ×| Jaehyun ●| Johnny ×| Irregular Office Series.

Description:

In which a handsome, young, rich man tries to persuade you into giving him full custody of your kids. Because 'Technically they were his'.......

Warnings: Graphic sex, not-so-vanilla kinks, mentions of adoption, abortion, alcohol, toxic relations, child neglect, plot based.

If you do not like any of these then i advise you to go read something else in my blog.

I feel like i don't need disclaimers because it's obvious that this ain't real so....

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You scrambled to turn on the tv as the impatient three year old in your arm screams. Wincing at the sound as you hurriedly ran from one area to another. Your apartment filling with the sounds of high pitched cries, and overly positive pixilated cartoon characters. The cries seemed to only get louder as you placed her down for a millisecond, to swiftly grab her baby bottle from the microwave. It was well over Jaehye's feeding time, being that it was already two o'clock and that she usually ate at twelve. Your gaze shifts from the child in your arms to the other, peacefully sat on the sofa. Unlike his sister he was calm, even laughing at whatever the animated characters were saying. You smiled fondly at the child. And looked at Jaehye once more, noticing that her eyelids are at the midst of shutting, indicating that she was close to slumber. You smiled and slowly made your way to their shared bedroom. Entering the mellow, navy blue painted room; you carefully tried stepping over the lego's and ponies that were scattered all over the floor. Succeeding, and carefully placing your daughter on her bed. You wrapped her arms around her brown fuzzy teddy bear and gently tucked her in, not forgetting to close the curtains on your way out.

It had been exactly 1 year since you had adopted these two angels. Though it was a lifestyle that was quite hard adjust to, nonetheless you were glad you made the decision. You would've never imagined that you'd become a mother so soon, as you were just starting to get your life together. You were a college graduate one day and suddenly a mother of two the next. Your friends called you crazy; your father asked if you were mentally sane; your sister made it very clear to you she disapproved; whilst your mother tried persuaded you to do it. You were puzzled. But, you can truly say that it was the best decision of your life.

Yes it was a real pain in the ass at first, but now it's become second nature. You no longer have to wake up in the butt crack of dawn to feed them; as they were more than capable now to grab a baby bottle from the mini-fridge in their room. You saved up money and effort by potty training them. And your financials seemed to stabilized as you no longer needed to spend extra money on over priced diapers. You weren't exactly a natural at motherhood but over time you gained the skills and know the children like the back of your hand. Even having a stable routine for them, of course without the surprised tantrums and spontaneous needs for story times. Their favorite story by far was superwoman, as your daughter calls it. It the more child-friendly tale of how they came to be in your arms, but they didn't need to know that...

The story of these two touched you dearly. Really it was quite a fairytale. Whilst working as an editor for some fashion magazine you somehow caught wind of the story of these two from your co-works. It was said that they came from an unfit mother who neglected them, and left her twelve year old sister to care for the kids. Leaving them with sevier health problems. The mother was a drug addict that chose to spend her time at night clubs, instead of caring for her children. She liked the carefree lifestyle, and you tried to understand her, really. But everything went into the trash can after she was convicted for attempted murder of the kids, not to mention drug possession and distributing. You've met her and can truly say that she was the most vile and disgusting person you've ever met. And the father?.... that was uncertain... It saddened you to know that they were made by accident... Two precious and loving children were conceived with the soul purpose of pleasure.

You debated for weeks whether or not you should do it. Rolling out the con's and sticking with the pro's: a stable job with a nice boss that paid way over minimum wage, a big apparent, and a job that works from home most of the time. You've asked many for their opinions and while most encouraged you and applauded you, there were some that disapproved, your sister to be exact. You and her have always been close, her only being two years older. She was wise and you always trusted her guidance. You understood why she disapproved and couldn't really blame her. You were just getting your life together, this would just crumble everything down. You were sad that you couldn't get her approval, but you didn't really need her permission. It was mainly your parents who you really needed to consult with. Of course they were unsure at first but they trusted you and made sure you knew the responsibilities before encouraging you. You knew what you were doing. Those children needed a mother, they needed someone. And so, the very next day you found yourself leaving the orphanage in front of your work place, with two children at hand. They were happy, despite what they've gone through. Though you highly doubted that they even know what's happening.

That day was filled with so much laughter and fond memories. In just one day, you showed them more love than their previous mother ever did. They even refused to sleep in their own room, scared that when they wake up they'll be back at the hands of their unfit mother.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a lound knock on the front door. You stood up from your previous spot, on the couch, and slowly made your way to the door. Slowly opening it to reveal a handsome young man, that looked to be in his early twenties. He was wearing a grey suit that look very expensive, with brown swept back hair, and newly polished shoes. He was undoubtedly the hottest person you've ever seen...

"May i help you?" You asked, hesitancy clearly evident in your voice. "Yes, are you Ms. Lee by any chance?" He smiled, proudly displaying his dimples. His chocolate drown eyes sparkling in what looked to be delight, as his deep husky voice erupted from his lips. "That's me." You nodded. "I don't know how to tell you this, but im the father of your child." Your jaw dropped a little as your eyes blink rapidly, heart pounding in disbelief as you looked at the man again. He looked calm, pleased almost. "What are you- Jaeun, g-go look after y-your sister please..." You ordered, eyes not leaving the man. To which the little boy nodded to before turning off the tv and scurrying off. Clearly understanding that a talk between you and the man needed to be held without his presence. "Sister?" The man infront of you mumbled to himself. "I-i think you need to come in." Unnervingly, you said. To which he replied, "very well..."

"I didn't get your name?" He asked as he sipped on the wine he opted for instead of water. "Y/n, you?" The atmosphere was quieter than space; and ten times more awkwarder than your interactions with your neighbors who mate like wild rabbits. How do you follow up 'im the father of your child' by 'how was your day?' No.

"Jaehyun." He placed the wine glass down before clrossing his legs, a smirk playing on his lips. "S-so jaehyun why are you here exactly?" Jaehyun hm? Well now you can see where the mother got her inspiration from. She was probably moaning the name the entire night...

You saw the resemblance between him and the children, like the dimples and eyes, also the cheeks. They looked more like him than the mom, he was definitely the father. "Look I'll be very honest here. I wanna take back my child. I was unaware that they existed and i wanna raise him as my own now. So how much will it take." Was he thinking that he could just pay you off like that? Fuck no. Who does he think he is. To walk in here thinking he can buy the children off you. They are your children now not his. If he wants them he's gonna have to kill you off first. You were enraged as a matter of fact.

"Excuse me!? Do you just think you can pay me off like that? They're my children now, not yours. You may be the father but they're under my custody now." It was evident in your voice that you were angry but your stature remained calm. So did his, he just sat there and sipped on his wine, angering you even more. Did he think this was some game? "Look y/n, how much do you want, im prepared to pay any amount." He probed once more. "I don't want your money." Did he think he was doing you some good? You had money too, financials are the last thing you should be worrying about...

"Very well then, i didn't wanna have to do this but, Ms. Lee y/n, im suing you." He couldn't sue you, he had nothing against you. He just hoped that you would buy his bullshit and give him what he wanted.

"Suing me? You have nothing on me. What are you gonna sue me for? I signed the legal papers that clearly stated they are my children now! It was never stated that there were two legal guardians that i needed signatures from. Technically, you can't sue me!"

Damn you were smart...

"Im still suing you."

"For what!"

"Emotional distress!"

"Emotional distress?! Unbelievable! Get out!" You scoffed. Anger flowing through your vains.

"Mommy what's with all the screaming?"

In the midst of glaring at jaehyun a high pitched voice spoke, breaking your strong gaze. Your eyes soften as you turn to the hallway and see both your kids innocently watching.

"Nothing baby, nothing. This man was just leaving, go back to your room." You softly uttered.

"There's two of them?..." Asked jaehyun as he takes in the child's features.

"Yes, they're twins." The tone you used was unreadable, a mix of defeat and agony.

"Can I just talk to them, please. Then I'll leave." He begged, a glimpse of desperation in his eyes. You couldn't say no, you just couldn't...

"Alright, but don't tell them you're their father. Their not ready yet..." Jaehyun nodded and you called the kids to sit with you. They were hesitant at first but eventually did.

"Hi." Jaeun was the first to speak up.

"Hello." Jaehyun laughed at the boys cuteness.

"I'm jaeun, who are you?" He asked, pointing at the males direction.

"I'm jaehyun, nice to meet you." Jaehyun spoke to the child with care and gentleness. You saw how eagerly he wanted to get to know them. Extremely vulnerable to rejection.

"Nice to meet you hyung, that's my sister jaehye, but she's really shy..." jaehyun diverts his attention to the little girl curled up in your arms and waves. Jaehye smiles and waves back at him before quickly hiding in your chest.

"Look, I'm not giving you full custody of my kids, but you are always welcome to come and see them." You said sternly, arms wrapping around the frail figure in your arms.

Jaehyun nodded and smiled. That day he left with an unshakable feeling of excitement and a new formed attraction towards you.

He knew then and there that he wanted to be the father of your children. And if you will have him, the husband of your dreams.

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