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fandom-monium · 3 years

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For the Holidays - Part 2

Summary: In which Spencer doesn’t want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

WC: 1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), insecure and in-denial Spencer, light cursing, (tbh with all the shit that happens in CM they should be cussing way more)

Spencer doesn’t text you. But he’s tried.

First thing he got home, he tossed his bag aside and ripped off his blazer before he threw himself on the couch, digging through his pockets for his phone. Screw reading, taxes, dinner. There are more important things at stake here.

But he’s been sitting there for an hour, glaring at the empty text box with disdain, willing for words to appear.

No such luck.

Spencer writes essays and academic journals in an hour but formulating a simple text? He curses the universe for only making him academically gifted.

He runs a hand through his hair. Maybe he should call? No, you said text. And he doesn’t trust himself enough to have a verbal conversation with you. He will get tongue-tied.

Shit, what does he even say?

It’s not entirely his fault, alright? He’s never been put in a position like this before, except when he goes undercover. And even then everything is planned for him with little contribution on his part⎼he makes small edits to better fit the profiles but that’s about it. All he has to do is scan the file once and in seconds he has his fake identity, his fake backstory, and whatever fake details make up his fake life.

But this. This is different. He has to be brave because it’s you, and he has to chill out because this is supposed to be fake, he reminds himself. Both are tasks within themselves. And yeah, he’s a genius but as Albert Einstein once said, knowledge has its limits.

Shit, his thoughts are so jumbled he can’t even quote properly. This is all your fault.

You.

He still has to text you.

Spencer groans and flops on the couch, the phone clattering to the floor. He doesn’t bother, laying there until there’s an imprint of his butt in the cushions. He stares at the ceiling.

He remembers that you were the one to say yes. He hadn’t directly asked you but you agreed anyway, which means you are willing to spend time with him. Which means you like him (enough). Which means you are friends, and friends help friends out when they are in trouble.

Like needing a fake date.

He rolls onto his stomach, lips pursed as he stares over the edge of the couch. His phone glints in the lamp light.

Just friends helping each other out. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Spencer takes a deep breath and picks up the phone.

He can do this.

⎼

He can’t do this.

“I’m so excited,” Next to Spencer, you nestle into the seat and adjust the fuzzy blanket over your lap, eyes gleaming. “It’ll be nice to see where you grew up.”

Spencer only offers you a tight smile. His eyes dart about as the other passengers settle in, switching seats and fiddling luggage into the overhead compartments. Some of them already requesting for airplane food. Who in their right mind actually wants airplane food?

Spencer really wants to be as excited as you, and he is; he finally gets to spend some time with you outside of work, without the rest of the team hovering (waiting for one of you to make a damn move). It’s almost nice.

If only he can enjoy himself.

His knee bounces nonstop. Against the armrest his fingers tap a rhythm matching the thrum of his heart. And his hair is even more wild having run his hands through it repeatedly before meeting up with you.

He isn’t used to this, being alone with you. Sure, you partner up at work, in cases⎼hell, you've even accompanied each other to a few events. But those were as friends.

Technically, you’re his date. His romantic partner.

Spencer’s never let himself delve deep into his fantasies; he’s imagined (more times than he’d like to admit) taking you on dates to your favorite places, you in his arms, him in your arms⎼you know, minus the imminent danger. All the sweet things that couples do. But they always seemed out of reach. So he’d cut them off, squash the ideas before they went any further. False hope only hurts if you give in.

But now you’re on a plane, rocking in your seat as you hum to yourself, genuinely thrilled at the prospect of seeing his hometown.

This is more than he’s ever imagined. He feels like his heart’s about to burst.

Someone needs to call the bomb squad, real quick.

“Reid.”

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?" You're looking at him, voice drenched in so much concern his stomach twists. He made you worry. He feels guilty.

“Yeah-uh-” He clears his throat, attempting a smile. It’s a sad parody of the real thing. ”I'm fine.“

You raise an eyebrow and scoff, "Okay, I think I know why you're being weird. At least, weirder than usual."

Spencer’s heart drops. He leans back as you lean across your shared armrest, catching the sympathy in your eyes. He stiffens, bracing himself for the rejection. He should have known sooner or later you’d notice his not-so-friendly affections towards you. Of course you did, he isn’t exactly subtle; all the lunches, the museum tours, the stars in his eyes when you wrestle down unsubs⎼

"You’re nervous about seeing your old classmates again."

⎼Or, he’s much better at hiding it than he thought.

Spencer can only watch in awe as you continue, “And it’s totally natural. I mean, I haven’t been to a reunion, but I’d feel weird too if I got to see my classmates after all these years. But have no fear, (Your Name) is here.” You cringe, suddenly abashed. “Unless I’m completely off the mark and now you regret bringing me along. Oh no, that’s it, isn’t? You’re uncomfortable with the whole couples act.”

Spencer shakes his head, and for the first time since take off, he chuckles, “What? No, I’m happy that you’re here. And I couldn't think of anyone better to play my partner.” A relieved smile from you and he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. He fiddles with his sleeve. “But yeah, you got me. I am nervous.”

Which isn’t exactly a lie. You're here, next to him. That's more than enough reason to be.

If he had to be honest, between you and organizing the trip, he almost forgot about the reunion. Then again, he never liked reflecting on his high school years. For obvious reasons.

But your perception is a bucket of ice water over his head. Now he’s wide awake.

You’re doing this because you’re friends. You just want to help.

Friendship never hurt so much.

“I didn’t mention it before, but I’m sure you’re aware I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid in school, being 6 years younger and all,” Spencer swallows the ache. You nod in understanding.

Bright, brown eyes meet yours. He bites his lip. “So, I appreciate you coming with me. It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

A split second.

Spencer glances away as he says 'friend'. The word leaves such a bittersweet taste he has to hold back a grimace, look anywhere else but you. The word just doesn’t sit right with him.

If he hadn’t looked away, he would have caught the way your smile dropped.

You nearly forgot, though you’re on holiday, this is a mission of sorts. This isn’t about you or how you feel. This is about Spencer. You berate yourself, remembering you're not a teenager anymore; you're a fucking adult and mature adults don't squee at their coworkers.

No matter how cute and adorable they are.

“Of course,” You plaster on a smile and finger the edge of your blanket, unintentionally mirroring him. "Your welcome."

Spencer gives you that white-person smile you love so much. You have to bite back a laugh.

To distract yourself, you pull out your phone and open the Chess app, holding it out to him. "Now, how about that rematch?"

Spencer's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

And as you immerse yourselves into another close match, you feel your confidence grow with every move, chuckling as Reid grumbles about you cheating (you’re not, he’s just a sore loser). You’re an FBI agent, for fuck’s sake. You played spouse and romantic partners for weeks, months. A weekend is nothing.

You can manage playing pretend with a coworker. Just operate like this is any other undercover assignment.

You can pretend you’re in love with Spencer Reid. You can handle it.

You can handle it.

⎼

You can’t handle it.

As one would expect, it’s hard to not fall in love with Spencer Reid. Just as it’s hard not to show it.

It feels like only yesterday the lanky man quite literally stumbled his way into your world and you decided, ‘Him. I will protect him with my life.’ And while you’d totally do that for anyone on the team, with Reid, it hits different.

After you landed in Las Vegas, you had a couple hours to kill before the reunion started, and as the good friend and partner you are, you suggested he show you all the places he frequented when he was little. For research, of course. After all, you’re playing his partner, so the more you know the better.

It’s definitely not because you’re invested in his life. Because that would be unprofessional.

(The way he beamed at you was totally worth it though.)

Then one step in the direction of his favorite eatery and he slipped on a patch of ice. You caught him in time, but the way he looked at you, brown eyes wide and filled with awe, made you feel things you shouldn't feel for a coworker.

It only snowballed from there. Everything about him is just so… endearing.

But you’re at your limit.

Love and affection threatens to spill out of you. Your hands flex in your coat pockets, itching to grab Spencer’s pretty face. Even your chest aches from your heart having swollen twice its size. You feel like you’re about to explode.

This might be the most difficult mission you’ve ever worked.

But this is it, you realize as you stand in front of the closed auditorium doors. This is the final lap. Where everything you’ve practiced really matters. You just have to keep up the charade for a few hours, then you won’t have to struggle to fight back the hearts in your eyes.

Although, your clothes fit tighter than you remember and you’re trembling. Why the fuck are you trembling?

Next to you Spencer eyes the double doors, almost like he’s daunted by them.

Multi-colored lights filter into the dark hallway, silhouettes flickering and shifting from the crack under the door as cheery holiday music faintly streams from behind them, accompanied by shouts and laughter. From his old classmates. Who are most likely making jokes at his expense.

Spencer already wants to go home.

“Ready, Doc?” As if sensing his hesitation, you offer a smile and an arm to him. Your eyes gleam with resolve. It’s more than enough for the both of you.

You can do this.

A deep breath, he slips his arm into yours. “Yep.”

He can do this.

Together, you open the doors.

AN: 2/4??

note: don’t expect part 3 to come out as quick. it’ll contain panic/anxiety descriptions and id like to take my time to write it best :))) i hope you enjoyed the last bit of happiness for a while :))))

also i apologize that i havent gotten to all the requests!! the ones posted on my masterlist are the ones currently being dealt with, but i’ll get through them eventually thx for the patience :D

i remember seeing a post ab Hotch x Prentiss and I didn’t get it but watching CM over again

i get it i so get it. when theyve both gone to each other’s homes? *tears up*

and my hate for seaver has been reinforced :)))))

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babybackstage · 3 years

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someone like you..

{wrote a fanfic after ages, im rusty so its average}

‘I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited.

but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it,

I had hoped you’d see my face and that

you’d be reminded that for me,

it wasn’t over’.

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I opened the door to a drunk Simon.

For 6/7 years we hadn’t had a proper conversation and suddenly here he was, at my doorstep. I let him in and led him to the couch. He looked like he had just come from an event – AGT auditions had started, he must’ve come from there. His Tom Ford perfume brought back memories from what feels like a lifetime ago.

I gave him a cup of coffee and sat down next to him. As I sat down, I found myself shifting - aware that the spot next to him was no longer mine. He drank slowly and looked around my apartment, it was his first time here.

I didn’t know what to say, it was so like him to show up like this, well it was so like the Simon I once knew. I snapped out of my nostalgia as he put his cup on the table and started to lie down on the sofa, I suddenly realised that she must be wondering where he is.

‘Si, shouldn’t you go home? Lauren must be wondering where you are.’

‘She won’t be wondering’. He mumbled; it was barely audible but I was sure of what I heard.

It took a moment for me to register that he and Lauren may have broken up. Finally. Not finally. What am I thinking? What would happen to Eric? Surely Simon wouldn’t do that to him, that little boy means the world to him. All these years of knowing that he was going home to her and now here he is, in my house, falling asleep on my sofa once again causing a storm in my life.

I realised that a part of me was happy that he was here, on my sofa.

It was not that we hadn't communicated in the past few years, we would talk every now and then - birthdays, holiday wishes etc but over the years our communication gradually became more and more formal.

we hadn’t gone many to the same parties – if I knew there was even a possibility of him being at the same place as me, I wouldn’t go. I couldn't bear seeing him with her. Its how I’ve managed for the past few years and yes I know it sounds pathetic.

It’s not that I completely stopped living my life – a lot has happened in my life. Both my parents passed away, I had barely started processing my mother’s death when my father passed away and since then my heart has been broken in a way that it’s never been broken before.

I’ve had relationships here and there. John Caprio and I briefly got together again. He is a total gentleman but I never deserved him. If I told him to wait 5 or even 10 years, he would wait for me but it wouldn’t be fair on him. I was never prepared for the kind of relationship he offered. John is a mature and solid man but I never felt quite solid with him.

I always felt solid with Simon, the 5 years we spent together – even if it was on and off, were honestly the best 5 years of my life. He was centred and affectionate both physically and emotionally, he knew that I didn’t like to be spoilt with materialistic items but made me feel like a princess anyway. I know that I was the only woman that he willingly introduced to his family, we weren’t even official when he introduced me to his mother and dare I say I was his mother’s favourite.

I moved to a new neighbourhood recently. After my father passed away, I thought a new home would give me the perspective I needed. I had gone on holiday but it hadn’t helped and instead of dealing with my emotions I decided to buy a new home. It’s not like me to splurge without really thinking about it but I didn’t want people to worry about me and buying a new home would make it seem like I’m doing okay.

Simon had come to the funeral of both my parents and both times he stayed till the end of the service. I still remember the hug he gave me at my father’s funeral. I melted into his chest, he smelt like the woody perfume he likes to wear when he gets tired of the orangey smelling one. From a distance, he had hovered around me. We didn’t talk about it but we both knew it wouldn’t have been appropriate if we interacted, I knew Lauren wouldn't have been agreed to him coming to the funeral. I’ve never asked Simon if he told her our history but I’m pretty sure she knows - everyone knows, people I’ve never met know our history. Our pda was never for publicity - we never discussed that we would hold hands or kiss or cuddle when we went out to a show or to dinner and neither was there anyone telling us to do so. He’s always been protective of me and I always reach out to him when I need someone to lean on. I just haven’t done it recently.

I’m not trying to be a saint with this ‘keeping distance’ thing, I’ve just been trying to do the right thing. Simon’s health and lifestyle has improved and I’m happy that it has. The past few years haven’t been easy for him either. I remember telling him some 10 years ago that he needed to give his health serious thought but I didn’t make that conversation as serious as I should have as given his working hours I didn’t want whatever time we had to be tainted by conversations about health and calories.

The beautiful thing about us was that when we were together it was because we chose to be together. Not because we had to be. We both had an even playing ground. To set the record, Simon never cheated on me. After he let me go from x factor – which is a story for another time, I had ceased contact with him and didn’t want him to contact me unless I said so and it was during that time that he well, got another woman pregnant. Did I ever think or expect that to happen, no. Lauren getting pregnant and seeing him have the happy family that I always wanted with him hurt more then I explain. In a way it hurt like a death. I tried to seem as if it didn’t bother me by keeping busy – I went on tour and kept working but in reality, I worked so much because I didn’t want to have time to think or feel anything. I made out enough time to be with my family and that was it.

Moving houses meant I met Tim. A tall stud of a gentleman who offered me a solid relationship that was tempting but he saw me and Simon together at my mother’s funeral and understood that I still had feelings for Simon. I could never really commit to anyone else after Si. As much as I tried I just couldn’t and it would feel fake when I tried. With Simon I didn’t have to try so hard, it was natural. Sure, I would make an effort for him but making an effort for Simon came easy and I know it came easy for him to make an effort for me. It was wholly organic. He was fire and I was ice.

'You know how the time flies,

only yesterday was the time of our lives

we were born and raised in a summer haze

bound by the surprise of our glory days’.

I came down to see Simon on the balcony, looking at the view. His coat neatly folded on the sofa, his once crisp white shirt now wrinkled with the sleeves rolled up. He seems to have washed up in the guest bathroom, typical of him to make himself at home without being given an invite. He looked sad and I wanted to go hug him from behind and comfort him, cup his scruffy face in my hands and tell him everything will be okay but I still wasn’t sure if it was my place. I need to ascertain what he remembered from last nite.

‘Hey you.’

‘Hey you too.’ He turned and smiled fondly at me but I could still see the sadness in his eyes.

‘Slept well?’

‘Like a log. Thanks for letting me crash here last night, I know it wasn’t right of me to show up the way I did, I didn’t realise I even showed up here..’

I smiled, nodded and looked into the distance, not wanting to say it was okay because I didn’t know if it was.

‘You have a nice place here, cosy but spacious. Very you’.

‘Thank you, I needed the change after dad passed away.’

‘How have you been doing?’

‘How have you been doing Simon?’ I said as gently as I could, I could tell from his body language that he’s broken and he wasn’t hiding it with his usual energetic demeanour and egoic boosts.

He sighed. ‘I’m guessing I said something last night?’ He looked at me and it filled me up in such a strange yet familiar way that I had to look away. ‘What did I say?’

I took a sip of my coffee and gripped my cup a little harder. ‘You basically said Lauren wouldn’t be waiting for you at home.’

‘Ah.’ He looked down at his hands and clasped them together. He still hadn’t touched his coffee.

‘We don’t have to talk about it but I am worried about you.’ He looked at me, questioning me with his eyes. ‘It’s been a while since you’ve done something like this..shown up at my place unannounced. I didn’t mind it then but now things are different.’

‘How are they different? Things are the same now. I’m single again unsurprisingly.’

‘Eric..?’

‘With Lauren.’ He looked away but I saw the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

‘Are you okay?’

He sighed and took a sip of coffee. ‘As fine as I can be, I guess. I think you and I both knew this was gonna happen. I genuinely tried to make it work but I never felt much for her. Eric is everything to me but he happened.. suddenly, and what me and Lauren had was well..a one-night stand that I didn’t think much of. She almost begged me not to tell her husband.’

‘She’s the mother of your child’.

‘And she’s a brilliant mother. I'll always be in Eric’s life – he’ll never have to worry about anything but the past few years have been tiring. I’m tired of putting up this act of a happy family when we've been sleeping in different rooms for the past few years.’

I didn’t know how to respond and looked into the distance. He turned to me, leaning on the railing. ‘Won’t you say something Paula?’

I combed my hair with my fingers. ‘I don’t know what to say Si. I’m sad for you, you know I always wanted you to have a family of your own.’

‘And maybe I always wanted to have a family with you.’

‘And you know I could never give you that.’

‘I want you to be in Eric’s life.’

‘As what Simon? As the woman you once used to work with and fired from your show because you didn’t have the guts to stick up for me or as the woman you left him and your mother for?’ It all came blurting out and I instantly regretted it. I walked inside and pretended to be busy tidying up the kitchen though it was already spotless. He put his cup down on the counter and watched me as I pretended to tidy up.

'Just tell me what you want Si. I'm really sorry that you’re hurting right now but you can’t just rock up here and expect me to take care of you while you wallow. Its not my place anymore.’

‘Paula, I've made a lot of bad decisions but there are two things I don’t regret, Eric and you. Those 10 years that we spent sitting next to each other on Idol then the 5 we spent together as a couple were the best Goddamn years in my life and I've always regretted hurting you and not standing up for you. I know no matter what I do, you won’t forgive me and neither can I undo the hurt I’ve done. I’m not sure what I want, Paula. I was upset and drunk and my house hasn’t felt like home in a really long time and the one person that feels like home is you.’

If he had said that to me 10 years ago, I would’ve kissed him straight away but I’m a different woman now. The pain he caused me has changed me.

‘What do you want Simon?’ I asked him again.

‘I don’t know. I guess I need to know if you’re still in my life.’

‘I’m here, where I’ve always been - at the fringes of your life when you’ve always been at the centre of mine even when I don’t feel comfortable with you being the centre. Every relationship I’ve had hasn’t worked because every guy I date just knows I still have feelings for you even after all these years. I gave you everything and you treated me like shit. You don’t own me.’

He looked surprised. Surprised that I could say something like that to him. I know he’s heard it from other women but I don’t think he ever expected to hear it from me.

‘Would you like me to leave’?

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‘Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead...’

#saula #paula abdul #paula #abdul #simon cowell #simon #cowell #american idol #adele #someone like you

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warren-lauren · 4 years

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Still Got It - Present Day!Brian May x younger!reader

Omg I am totally dying for a present day bri x reader fic! Haven’t seen one of those in awhile haha could you write a smut one where a way younger reader (like mid-late 20s) and bri have been casually hooking up and then bri suddenly feels self conscious about him being older and reader makes him feel better about it and then feels?

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Warnings: age gap, reader mid-20′s, dom!Brian, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it), cheating, self-doubt on Brian’s part

Still got it...

Being Queen + Adam's publicist, as well as the publicist for Brian and Roger's solo projects, meant you spent a lot of time around them. No one questioned your presence around them, even outside of touring. You became very close to the three of them, you were one of their close friends.

You were closest to Brian. The two of you were... intimate. There'd always been something there between the two of you. You didn’t mind his age, it only showed he was mature and a gentleman. You loved that he was kind, and caring to you, treated you like a 'little girl', that needing taking care of. Sometimes he treated you like a 'naughty girl' and gave you a spanking if he needed to.

"Is Brian in?" You smiled politely at the young girl behind the desk of the rescue centre.

She nodded. "He's in his office, Y/N, but he said not to be disturbed." She glanced over to the unusually shut door that leads to him. "He doesn't seem himself." She whispered as she leaned over the desk towards you.

You frowned, "What do you mean?"

She let out a little sigh as she glanced back over to the door. "He hasn't come out of his office all day. He's not even gone out to the hedgehogs."

"Oh," You looked over to the door. The blinds were pulled down, essentially blocking the world out. "Well, don't worry. He can't, not, talk to me." You gave her a sly smile.

The young girl grinned. "You always manage to put a smile on his face, Y/N."

Yes, I wonder why.

"Do you want coffee?"

You shook your head, "I'm good thank you." You smiled before heading over to Brian's office. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed his door open. "Bri?" You called out to him. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze finally landed on him.

Brian lifted his head, his eyes seeming to brighten ever so slightly as he looked at you. "Hello, love." He gave you a weak smile, taking his glasses off. "How are you?"

You shut the door behind you, then walked over to him. "I should be asking you. Tina says you're not yourself? Everything okay?"

"Fine." He huffed, dropping his gaze back to what was on his desk and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Your brow creased as you dropped your bag to the floor. "You don't seem fine."

"Well, I am."

You rolled your eyes, "No, you're being grumpy." You dropped into the seat opposite him. "What's going on with you? You're usually bright and cheerful."

"Everyone is allowed a day to be, grumpy, Y/N," Brian grumbled as he hunched forwards.

You studied him in silence for a few minutes, before you stood up and moved around his side of the desk and forced him to turn his chair around. You slipped your arm around his shoulders and sat on his knee.

"You're sad," You gently pulled his glasses off and put them on the desk before you brushed some of his curls back. "I can see it in your eyes, Brian, something is wrong."

He sighed and leaned into your touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "It's nothing, love, honestly."

You shook your head. "Bri, please tell me. Are you okay? Is it your leg again? Your heart?" You asked slightly panicked as you placed your hand on his forehead as if you'd work out what was wrong with him.

He huffed and grabbed your wrist. "No! It's none of that shit. I am, fine!" He glared up at you making you feel guilty for pestering him.

"Sorry." You mumbled and pushed yourself off his lap.

"Y/N," Brian leaned forwards, "M'sorry, baby girl, I didn't mean to snap at you." He took your hand and pulled you closer to him, pushing you gently until you perched yourself on the edge of his desk. "It's just..." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm bloody old, Y/n."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"I'm old." He sighed, "What on earth do you see in me?" He sat back in his seat and removed his hands from you. “I'm grey, wrinkly, fat, fragile, slow... almost triple your age." He shook his head and pushed himself away from you. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with an old fool like me. You should be off with someone your age, who can take you out and not keep you a secret. Who's not married-"

"Stop! Just, stop it, Brian!"

You dropped to your knees in front of him and covered his mouth with your hand, your other one rested on his shoulder.

"One, yes, you're older than me but you've never let that stand in your way of anything. You use your wisdom from the years of living your life to the fullest to teach others, including me, and Adam, and all your followers and fans. Two, your not wrinkly, just aged like a fine wine."

You smiled up at him softly as you removed your hand from his mouth and cupped his face. Brian smiled weakly, leaning into your touch ever so slightly.

"You're still as sexy, if not more so with your grey curls."

Brian scoffed, "If you say so." He smiled.

"I do, and you're nowhere near fat, so you can stop thinking like that and as for fragile... my arse, you are. And, tell me again you're slow when your slamming into my pussy," You whispered against his ear before moving and pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he thankfully returned. His hands slipped across your sides, giving you a soft squeeze. "And the married thing, I thought we both agreed we knew what we were getting into when we started this?"

Brian nodded, "You're right, I just... I don't want you getting hurt by any of this if, things go tits up."

"I'll be right there by your side if that's what you want. Any time you want this to end, you just say the word and I'll leave. Do you want me to?" You asked, feeling your heart practically bursting out your chest.

Brian shook his head and leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours in a much harder kiss this time. "Please, don't leave me, baby girl. I need you." He whispered before kissing you again.

You moaned softly into his mouth, your tongue tangling with Brian's as the two of you deepened your kiss.

Brian was the first to pull back, the two of you taking in a deep breath. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip. "Back to mine? I have something to show you, actually." You grinned cheekily at him as you began to get up from where you knelled between his legs.

Brian nodded, "Sounds good, baby girl. I'll meet you there." He pressed one final kiss to your lips before he too got up from his seat.

The two of you left Brian's office, saying your goodbyes to one another before heading off in different directions.

You had a feeling you knew where Brian was going, most likely home to make his excuses for his absence for a few hours. You tried not to think about it, it made you sad.

A little guilty, sometimes but Brian assured you his marriage to Anita wasn't anything more than just on paper anymore. In all the years you've known Brian, you've never really spoken to Anita, even before you and Brian began being extra friendly with one another.

You'd spoken to Roger about it before, not giving too much away but you were sure Brian had informed his friend of your relationship because he knew Roger would never judge. He'd said himself it was like they were just housemates now, not like they were a married couple.

Once you had arrived home, you took a quick shower, mostly to soften your skin with some of the body lotions and oils Brian had given you. Before getting changed into your surprise for Brian. It was a baby pink silk slip that split up the sides until it came to your waist, where lace covers your breasts, showing your already pebbled nipples. It had a matching thong, that you knew Brian was going to love.

“Y/N?” Brian called out as he shut the door behind him and dropped his key onto the small table the door.

“In here, Bri!” You answered from your bedroom.

Brian quickly took off his coat and hung it up, before he kicked his shoes off and then made his way to you. “I got us a bottle of-” Brian froze, his mouth going dry as his gaze landed on you, knelt on the bedroom floor before him. “Jesus, Y/N, are you trying to give me another heart attack?” He grinned at you.

You bit your lip as you shook your head, giggling. “Of course not, sir.”

Brian let out a deep growl as he put the bottle of wine on top of the chest of draws before he walked towards you. “No, of course not.” He placed his hand on the back of your head gently. “I know what you want to give me.”

You nodded and reached up to unbuttoned his jeans. With his help, you dropped his jeans and his briefs to reveal his hard cock. You licked your lips at the magnificent sight before you. You didn’t care that Brian was in his seventies, he had a cock like the God he was.

“Can I taste you, sir? Please?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes.

Brian nodded. His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving it a light squeeze before you leaned forwards and ran the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock.

“Oh, baby,” He breathed in deeply as you ran your tongue over his smooth skin slowly. “Oh, I’ve missed this.” He moaned as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “Please, baby, don’t tease me.”

You smiled up at Brian. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around it and giving it a firm suck before sinking down his hard length. You moaned around him, the taste one you easily became addicted to.

Slowly you bobbed your head, your lips tightening around his cock as you sucked. Your tongue running up and down on his underside before you pulled off his length and began to pump his cock using your saliva as lubricant.

“Is that good, sir?”

“Oh, God,” He moaned. “That’s it, baby girl.” He pushed your head back towards his cock. “Please, keep sucking baby girl. You’re so good with that pretty mouth,”

You grinned up at him before wrapping your lips around his cock again. You sped up, sucking his cock harder and twisting your hand around his shaft.

“Oh, fuck... baby,” Brian’s hips moved forwards, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

You moaned around him, sucking and slurping. You moved your hand from around Brian’s cock and cupped his balls, lightly squeezing them. You pulled off smiling up at him, “Please, sir, cum in my mouth. Let me taste you.” You begged.

Brian nodded as he pushed you back. He held your head in both hands and began pushing his cock in and out of your mouth. After a few more pumps he held your face close to him, his cock down your throat, and let out a deep growl as you swallowed around his cock.

“Fuck!” Brian growled as he came.

You pulled off Brian’s cock, gasping for air before licking your lips and looked up to him through your eyelashes.

Brian smiled, exhausted but happy as he held his hand out for you to take. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and pressed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His large hands squeezed your waist and hips.

“Let’s get a look at you then, love.” Brian grinned, pushing you back slightly. A low growl left his chest as his eyes drank you in. “Yep, definitely trying to give me a heart attack.” He chuckled lowly. “Get on the bed, baby girl. Spread your legs for me.” He winked at you.

You let out an excited giggle, doing as you had been told to.

Brian kicked his shorts off, along with the rest of his clothes. He licked his lips as he watched you spread your legs. Your tiny thong doing nothing to hide your wet pussy.

“Beautiful,” Brian whispered as he knelt between your legs, running his knuckles over your wet thong. He pushed the thong to the side and pushed two of his long fingers inside your dripping core, stretching you open. “So, warm and wet.” He moaned.

“Please, sir,” You moaned, “I need you.” You begged, your voice was breathy.

“Shh, baby, let me play with you first.” Brian lightly caressed your thigh as slowly pumped his fingers inside of you, twisting them before scissored his fingers. “Fuck.” He moaned, “I love this pussy.”

You cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples through the lace as Brian rubbed his thumb against your aching clit.

Brian grinned as he slowly pulled his fingers from inside you. You let out a deep moan as he lifted his fingers and put them into his mouth. “I can eat you all day, baby girl.” He winked as you before he leaned forwards. “Good girl,” Brian praised you as you opened your mouth for him to place his fingers in.

You moaned and sucked around his fingers.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby girl,” Brian ordered. You nodded eagerly and turned over, pushing yourself up so your backside was in the air.

You let out a loud cry of pleasure after Brian slapped his hand across your backside. Brian pushed the silk up until your backside was visible before pulling your thong down to the middle of your thigh.

“Are you going to fill me up, sir?” You wiggled your ass in the air for him.

Brian let out a short chuckle before slapping his hand across your cheeks once more. “Yes, baby, I am.” He said as he took a hold of his cock, frowning slightly. “Hmm, do you have-”

You picked the bottle of lube up from next to your pillow and looked at Brian over your shoulder. “Here,” You smiled softly, “It’s flavoured. In case you decided to have a taste after.” You winked teasingly at him making him chuckle.

“Thanks, baby girl.” He took the bottle from you and squeeze a generous amount onto his cock and began to slowly pump his cock, hissing at the feeling and the excitement of soon being engulfed by your heat. “Ready for me, baby?” Brian asked as he ran the tip of his rock through your folds.

You hummed, pushing back onto his cock. “Yes, sir.”

Brian moaned and slowly pushed into you, his hands sliding over your backside to rest on your hips. “Oh, fuck,” You moaned out along with Brian as his thick cock began to open you up. “So, good,” He breathed out as he bottomed out, his balls laying against your clit.

“Please, sir.” You begged.

Brian was usually a soft, caring lover unless you had been naughty and then he would fuck your brains, but tonight he had to prove to himself.

He quickly pulled out of you before slamming back into you, the head of his cock hitting your G-spot and causing you to cry out. He growled deeply as your pussy swallowed his cock, over and over. His hands tightened around you as he pulled you on and off his cock, his balls slapping against your clit, adding extra pressure and causing you to see stars.

“Oh, God. Fuck. Brian!” You cried, “Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it,” Brian hammered into you, slapping his hand against your cheek. “Fuck, baby... God!”

Breathy moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room as Brian slammed into you. He reached over you and wrapped his hand around your throat, lifting you up until the two of you were pressed together. As he tightened his hold around your throat, Brian used his other hand to pull down the front of your slip, a slight tear here and there as he fought to get to your breasts.

He pressed his mouth against your neck, his breast fanning over your sweat-covered skin as he squeezed and pinched your breasts. “Fuck, baby girl, I can’t last much longer.” He heaved.

You shook your head, “Cum, Brian, please. Fill me up!” You begged. You turned your face towards him as you reached up and grabbed Brian’s face, crashing your lips against his.

Brian growled into your mouth as your pussy quivered around his cock. Brian gave one final, sharp thrust and came. His arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you held onto one another.

As you pulled back from one another you could help let out a small giggle, “Told you, you’re not slow... sir,”

Brian chuckled, “No, I guess you’re right, but don’t be expecting that for a bloody while.” He kissed you once more.

Still got it...

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distance ~ cody fern

word count: 1829

request?: yes!

“#7 song prompt with Cody Fern. Or Xavier ?”

description: in which cody and his girlfriend battle a long distance relationship

pairing: cody fern x female!reader

warnings: none really

based on this song

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“This really isn't a relationship you know.”

I turned to glare at my best friend. She simply shrugged at me. “I’m just saying. Waiting around all day for him to call isn’t a relationship.”

“What am I supposed to do, (Y/F/N)?” I asked her. “Just end things with him because his career is taking off? That’s so shitty of me. And I’m not about to ask him to start turning down the roles that Ryan Murphy is offering him? These are the roles of a lifetime, he’s really starting to take off.”

(Y/F/N) shook her head, but knew there was no use talking to me. She was right, there was no use in talking to me. I wasn't about to give up a half a decade relationship because my boyfriend was achieving his dream job in acting.

Cody and I started dating around the time he started getting bigger film and television roles. He had been so excited when he was offered the role in American Crime Story, and I was excited for him. It was a show that already had one really successful season that was produced by Ryan Murphy, who was essentially known for producing some of the most popular shows on television, not to mention paving the way for so many actors to become huge in Hollywood.

After American Crime Story, Cody was cast as the leading role in the eighth season of American Horror Story, and a smaller role in the ninth season, and then a role in the final season of House of Cards. Cody was so happy, and I was happy for him. The only downside was how often he was away from home, which was like 11 months of the year.

I wasn’t famous. Far from it, actually. I had no talents in acting or singing or anything that would make me famous. I was just your normal girl who lived in a normal home and worked a normal job to afford my house, although Cody offered on numerous occasions to pay for our rent fully but I’d never let him do that. With me being stuck at home all the time and Cody gone so often, it put a bit of a strain on our relationship. We only really got to talk twice a day, in the morning and before bed. Sometimes Cody was able to call on his breaks but his breaks usually happened when I was working so I wasn’t able to answer. Our texts were also few and far between, which sucked even more.

But no matter how much the distance sucked, I’d never let that come between us. I loved Cody no matter what, and he loved me. I’d be lost without him.

“I just don’t think it’s fair for you to be here, sitting around all the time waiting for his texts or calls,” (Y/F/N) continued.

I threw my head back and groaned. “Can you give it a rest? You always talk like this. Why can’t you just accept that I’m happy no matter what mine and Cody’s situation is?”

“I just think you deserve a relationship with someone who can be here with you.”

“I’d rather be in a relationship with someone who loves me and who I love than be with someone who the only thing they can give me that Cody can’t is being here with me.” I stood from my spot on her couch. “I’m gonna go home.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry - ” she started. I held a hand up to cut her off.

“It’s fine. I understand your concern, but I love Cody. I just want people to accept that.”

(Y/F/N) gave me an awkward smile, which I awkwardly returned before saying goodbye and leaving. As I drove home, I couldn’t help but think about how she wasn’t the only one who has made comments about mine and Cody’s long distance. I had heard it a lot from different people in my life; my parents, other friends, even people online - both fans of Cody and just normal people.

I understood that people were worried about me. I had read stories before about people who were cheated on by a significant other due to long distance relationships. But I knew Cody wasn’t like that. We had been together for so long, before he was even famous. He’d never do that to me, I was sure of it.

But it does suck that you essentially spend your days waiting for him to call, something in my mind pointed out as I parked my car.

That’s not all I do, I reminded myself. I work, I relax when I’m not working, I hang out with friends and family. Sure, part of me is waiting for Cody to call, but that’s not all I do.

I sighed heavily. I really needed to stop thinking this way. Everyone was getting to my head. I just wished they’d all stop.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, my phone played Cody’s ringtone. I balanced the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I opened our friend door. “Hey baby.”

“Hello love!” Cody’s excited voice answered. “I can’t talk for long, I’m on a short break. How are you?”

I tried to put on the best fake happy voice as I responded, “I’m great! How are you honey?”

Of course, Cody knew better. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? You don’t sound great.”

I sighed again. “It’s nothing, Co, really. How’s your day? Are you filming the new season of AHS?”

“No, we’re not filming anything right now,” Cody responded. “Something is up, baby, why won’t you tell me?”

I debated on actually telling him. Maybe I should, he’d be able to ease my mind. But what if he didn’t? What if he broke up with me because of it, because he felt the same way or because he thought that’s what I wanted to do? It was such a stupid thing to worry about, why was I even considering it?

Suddenly, Cody said, “Put a pin in it, baby, I gotta go. I’ll call you as soon as I can. I really wanna know what’s wrong.”

As I heard the dial tone I realized that was why I was considering it.

~~~~~~

Hours later, the sun was starting to go down. I was laid on my couch, watching Netflix in the near pitch black. I was so tired I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Part of me was wondering why I was even staying up, but I knew the answer was because I was waiting for Cody’s call.

I debated on just falling asleep. Staying up was just proving (Y/F/N)’s point, that I all I did was wait around for Cody to call when he wasn’t busy. But I also knew that if Cody called knowing that I was upset about something and I didn’t answer that he’d be worried, and the last thing I wanted to do was worry him too much.

Sleep was starting to win when my phone finally rang again. I picked it up and answered with a sheepish, “Hello?”

“Ah shit, did I wake you?” asked Cody. “I totally forgot how late it is.”

“No, I’ve been awake. Just watching TV,” I responded. “How was your day?”

“Long,” he said. “What’s bothering you, love? I can tell there’s something.”

I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my hair. "It’s nothing, just stupid stuff.”

“If something is bothering you it’s not nothing, and it’s especially not stupid. What’s going on honey?”

I couldn’t help but smile at Cody’s concern. “I was just thinking about...us...and this distance.”

There was a prolonged silence. I immediately regretted my decision in telling him. I was afraid of what his reaction would be - was he going to be upset that I was thinking it? Or angry? What if he was thinking the same thing? What if he breaks up with me right now?

He finally broke the silence when he asked, “Were you...thinking about ending our relationship because of it?”

“No!” I responded. “No, oh my God Cody. I’d never end this, especially not because of that.”

I could hear Cody breathe a sigh of relief. I decided to continue before he could say anything else, “It’s just...(Y/F/N) kinda got into my head today. And it’s not that I don’t want to continue this relationship because I’d never end what we have and I love you so much, but I do miss you a lot and it sucks so bad that I only get to hear from you maybe twice in a day and I see you so little.”

“I know,” Cody said. “I understand. I miss you so much, too. I wish I could be home more often with you.”

“But I don’t want you to give up acting or even take a break,” I continued. “Cause you’re blowing up right now and I’m so goddamn proud of you for it. I’d never ask for you to give any of that up. And I guess that’s just the sort of loop I’m in right now; I miss you but I’d rather you be achieving your dreams than to give them up for me.”

I realized then that I had started crying. I quickly wiped my eyes and tried to keep my voice even so Cody wouldn’t know.

“I get it, baby, I really do,” he told me. “There’s been times where I’ve wanted to invite you to come along on press tours or to set to watch me film for a month or so but I know that I can’t just take you away from your life and that it’s not that simple to just uproot you for months on end.”

I chuckled. “I guess we’re just sorta stuck in the middle then.”

“We are, but you know what? No matter what I’d never change that for the world.”

I smiled to myself. “Neither would I.”

“Hey baby?”

“Yeah Cody?”

“Come answer the door, would you?”

My eyes widened. Without evening hanging up the call, I dropped my phone and raced to our front door. I unlocked the door and swung it open to find Cody standing there, his phone still raised to his ear and his suitcase trailing behind him. He smiled brightly at me and I immediately jumped into his arms.

“What are you doing here?!” I asked.

“We finished filming the new season early and were allowed to come home,” he told me. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Mission accomplished,” I laughed.

I stepped back to let Cody into the house. He closed the door and cupped my face, kissing me deeply. “I love you so much. I’m so happy to have you in my life.”

I giggled. “I love you, too, Cody. No matter how far we are from each other.”

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Chances {Chapter Twenty-Four}

Final Chapter babes

Wtf do I write now?

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Fin

Word Count: 1659

I met him on a hot and sunny day in Lower Los Angeles, six months after I broke up with the man who showed me what love really was. I was on the phone with Robbie, walking down the street with coffee in one hand and eyes on the ground.

"Robbie, I'm telling you, Thor and Loki are totally fine," I say with a heavy sigh. "They're animals, and they get along just fine. So go have fun with your family."

"Let me talk to them. You're with them, right?" Robbie asks in a slight panic after seeing a cat that looked like his across the country in Maine. Naomi and Robbie's family got together for a family reunion after getting engaged a month ago up at Robbie's grandfather's property in Maine.

After releasing our second album and a quick third album by my own design, the band took a break. Heather is backpacking across Canada while Robbie and Naomi are on the east coast. I stayed stationed in LA, taking care of the couple's pets.

"Robbie, I'm getting coffee. They are totally fine." I hear Naomi nagging him on the other end. "I love you, but you're a helicopter parent." He sighs and hangs up with a quick goodbye. I almost have my phone in my back pocket before it rings again.

Guilt and anxiety settle deep in my stomach like a boulder as I read the name over and over again. I go to decline it, only to have my shoulder bumped, causing my phone to fall onto the pavement. I bend down to pick it up at the same time the stranger does. "Bloody hell, I'm so sorry, ma'am." I freeze with my hand just above the phone at the voice. It couldn't be him. We haven't seen each other since the breakup.

He picks up my phone, glancing over the screen to assesses the damage. He pauses and looks from the phone to me. "Stella?"

"Hi Tom," I say, offering a small smile. He laughs and hands me my phone before offering me a hand to help me up.

"I didn't recognize you. You're blonde," Tom's voice is light and cheerful as he points out that my long black hair is now short and blonde. "And you're wearing a bloody dress." I laugh with a nod, tucking my hair behind my ear. "It's been a long six months, hasn't it?" I nod again, looking over Tom's face. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw those beautiful blue eyes. They shine the same way they did when I first met him.

"It's good to see you," I mention after a few seconds of silence. "You look great."

"Speak for yourself. You're glowing, Stella." I laugh. "I was actually calling because I've been thinking about you as of late, and I wanted to see if you'd be up to talking?" Tom shuffles on his feet, nervous about my answer.

"I'd like that very much, Tom." His smile lights up his entire face. "I know a park just around the corner we could sit at and talk." Tom nods and follows my lead to the park I was already making my way to.

We talk on my favorite bench about all the little things that have gone on in our lives. Tom talks about finishing his new show down in Atlanta, about his reading list, and about all the traveling he's been doing since we've been apart.

I tell him about Robbie and Naomi's engagement, about them naming their animals Thor and Loki - which he found hilarious - and I tell him about the new wardrobe change courtesy of Heather.

"I heard your songs," Tom mentions while I take a sip of coffee. "They're outstanding. Not that I thought they wouldn't be," He defends. "You're really good at what you do, Stella." I blush and look away from Tom. "I also heard the second album." My attention snaps back up to him from my coffee cup while I cover my mouth.

"I'm so sorry. I was going to ask your manager for permission to add those voice memos, but production went faster than I expected, and suddenly it was out." Tom laughs and sets a hand on my knee, my skin immediately erupting in a fire.

"I'm okay with it. It was nice to relive those days with you. I didn't know you recorded so much, however." I chuckle with a shrug. Our eyes meet, and I can't pull myself to break the contact first. "I've missed you terribly, Stella," Tom admits.

"I've missed you too," I say. "And what I did, I wouldn't be upset if you never forgave me. I have no excuse for why I did it. PTSD can really fuck up your perception of life." Tom nods as he runs his thumb in circles on my leg. "I really did love you. I still do, if we're totally honest. I'm still so ashamed."

"I understand, and I forgive you," Tom says, scooting closer until our hips touch on the bench. "Jared came by two weeks after it happened and told me everything. I needed some space to heal, but I've never missed someone as much as I have you in these few months."

"Jared told me he told you. He talked to me, and I finally got the closure I've been trying to find. He hasn't been in my life since it happened. It's... weird. I don't have to look over my shoulder every day." Tom smiles and squeezes my leg.

"I'm glad, you deserve that." Tom leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. "I've missed you so bloody much. I felt like I was dying every time I had a second alone. I love you so much, and I would love to start over again if you'll have me."

Any coherent train of thought left the station the minute Tom's skin met mine. I felt like I could finally breathe again. All the weight and stress I felt lifts off my shoulders. I felt as light as a feather for the first time in six months. I could get used to this feeling.

I lean in to connect our lips, which Tom happily repays with a hand on the back of my head. After a second, I pull away to look Tom in the eyes. His are still shut as a smile dances across his lips. "I will always have you, Tom," I say as his eyes meet mine. "Always."

After intense couple's therapy for a month, Tom and I made it official again. We still have things to work on, but we have healthy coping mechanisms now. Tom is the best thing I ever took a chance on, and I will do whatever work it takes to make this a lifetime commitment.

I saw Jared for the first time two weeks after Tom, and I made it official. He was on a date in the same restaurant Tom and I were on a date in. It wasn't awkward or scary. We made eye contact, smiled, and let it be. I haven't seen him since. A part of me wants him to go through hell the way I did, the way he did to me. But a bigger part wants him to be happy, the part that will always love him. He was my first love, as toxic and abusive as our relationship was. It was love.

Robbie had me as his best man at his wedding; Heather was Naomi's maid of honor. Tom was my plus one and at the reception, asked me to move in with him. We moved everything out the following week.

We still have dance-offs, singing competitions, and trips to the beach. Tom taught me the violin, and I taught him the art of relaxing for more than an hour. We sit and read together on lazy days, and on rainy days we dance in it.

Bobby came into our lives the day after I told Tom I wanted a dog. A beautiful chocolate brown Cocker Spaniel who I can honestly say I love more than Tom most days. I'm sure Tom feels the same.

The band and I have weekends together, going to clubs and doing normal young adult things. Heather found a partner when she was in Canada who now lives in LA with her. They're the cutest couple I've seen in my life, including Tom and me. We're all now a happily taken band.

I understand my cheating was shallow, especially when you use the lens of sex insecurities. But it was so much more than that. Jared had a hold on me, and I was weak around him. He was the only person I had for so long, so when I was scared, insecure, and frustrated, he was the first person my brain told me to go to. I was a child when I met him, and I'm still working on that tangled mess he made inside of me. I genuinely wish him the best, but I don't want him in my life.

Now that we're nearing the end of the book, I'm sure you're all wondering why it's called Chances. It's simple, really. If I never took the chance to start my band, I would never be where I am today. If Tom hadn't given me a second chance, I wouldn't be sitting in bed, with him snoring next to me, feeling like I finally belonged in my own story.

As horrible as my story started, I wouldn't change it if it meant I couldn't end up back here, right now. With the love of my life next to me and my dog resting his head on Tom's chest. Where my band is going on a world tour in 2022.

So that's it. That's Stella Thompson's fucked up mess of a life.

By the way, Tom snores really fucking loud.

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✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞. ✧˚₊‧

𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 || 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍...

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Word count: 6K

Warnings: Explicit smut; cunnilingus. Emotional sex. Unprotected sex but birth control used. Angst. Cheating and upsetting break up.

Song: Last Christmas by WHAM! ✧˚₊‧

No time of year felt as lonely to Hoseok as Christmas; this year in particular. He'd always struggled with idol life around now. He often couldn't make it home for the holidays, with scheduling conflicts or his parents going out of town for a vacation abroad. He found himself alone most years.

Not last Christmas. Last Christmas, he had you.

All the boys had left to go back to their hometowns that year, finally free for long enough to travel home. But Hoseok had stayed put, wanting to be in Seoul for you. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving you over the holidays, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. He was totally in love with you, knowing he landed the jackpot when he met you.

Your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence, your passion; he loved you so much that it terrified him.

But it had all gone south two months ago, after a string of stupidity on his part.

You had given everything to Hoseok, bared your soul to him in the year that you were together. You let him break down your walls, your insecurities. You let yourself fall in love for the first time ever. You had felt like you finally had found someone worth spending the holidays with; Christmas, New Year, birthdays... He was your whole world, your whole future.

But Hoseok took you for granted. He didn't realise what he was doing, or the impact it had on you.

It started off small, expecting little things from you. You knew how busy his life was of course, and you tried to keep up with him and do the things he never had time to do; cooking meals for him when he was tired, his laundry when it had stacked up too high. You'd do cute little things for him, like leaving him little notes in the lunch you had prepared for him to take to practise with him.

And to begin with, he did the same for you. On days he had to leave before you had even woken up, you'd wake up to a pot of coffee in the kitchen and a note on the worktop reminding you that you were special, or beautiful or just that he loved you.

But the affection started to dwindle, his efforts diminishing the longer you spent together. He had become too comfortable, letting himself forget to call you back or showing you little to no attention at all when he finally came home from practise and you had stayed up all night waiting for him.

It got harder when he left on tour; gone for weeks on end and barely calling. He'd be on the phone to you and suddenly tell you he had to go, abandoning you for a night drinking with the boys. You understood that he wanted to have fun and needed to blow off steam, but he was making absolutely no effort at all to communicate with you.

Frustrations built over time, to the point where you had ignored a few of his calls because you were petty enough to give him a taste of his own medicine, trying to make him realise that it hurt when he did it to you instead of voicing your feelings to him.

A particularly hurtful argument occurred one night when he was in America. You had just finished a long day at work yourself, and with the time difference, he had totally ignored the fact that you would have been settled in bed when he called. You snapped at him, telling him you were trying to sleep, and he lost it...

"Well when is a good time to call, y/n? You never fucking pick up anyway," he'd scorned, anger evident in his tone.

"Well maybe now you know how it feels, Hobi. How many times have you ignored my calls?" you spat down the phone. "And when we do finally talk, you ditch me for a party. I'm back here feeling so fucking lonely and you show no interest in me or my day at all!"

"Don't... My schedule is fucking ridiculous, I need to let loose every so often. I don't have time for you every second of every day!" he yelled, voice raising significantly.

"It takes 2 minutes just to text me a 'how's your day been babe? Miss you.' You used to. You used to care so much. Now I'm a god damn afterthought!" Tears pricked at your eyes, voicing every grievance you had built up over the last few months. "If you don't want to make time for me, that's fine. But I will NOT make time for you anymore." And you hung up.

Anger seethed through Hoseok. He blamed you for it all, completely ignorant to his own mistakes. That night, he made one of the biggest he ever had.

You hadn't found out until he had come home two weeks later, the argument still in the back of your head but you pushed it away in the hope that he would have had time to cool off, to think. You were just excited to have him back home, so you could at least talk about your problems together; like couples should.

But he had been so vacant, so distant with you from the moment he made it home. You had run to him, kissing him at the door but his lips felt stiff and unmoving, his hands never wrapping around your waist like they usually did.

He had sat you down, hanging his head low and confessed his biggest mistake to you.

"I-I... I cheated on you, y/n. The night we fought..."

Your blood ran cold, seeming to drain right down to your feet and pool there. You sat opposite him, hot tears building in your eyes.

"Get out," you said simply, softly.

"C-can we just talk about this, I-"

"Get out," you repeated.

"I was angry, and I got so drunk that night. I don't even know her name but she was just there and I don't know what was going through my head but I was so mad at you and I just-"

"GET OUT!" you screamed suddenly, the tears spilling down your cheeks. You stood up, pointing at the door. "NOW! GET OUT!"

He stood up with you, holding his hands up to try to calm you. He wanted to talk, to get it all out on the table and own up to what he'd done, but you didn't want to give him the chance. You were too hurt, too broken by what he had done. There was no coming back from this.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to-"

"GET OUT. FUCKING LEAVE, I DON'T WANT YOU HERE," you screeched, pushing him away from you. "DIRTY, VILE FUCKING ASSHOLE!" you kept pushing him, backing him up towards the front door until he opened it, stepping out into the hallway.

He looked up at you with tears in his own eyes, begging you to let him stay, to talk. But you could barely look at him right now.

"Don't come back," you whimpered, slamming the door in his face. You immediately collapsed against the door, sliding down it into a pile of limbs and sobbing to yourself. Hoseok stood on the other side of the door, in silent tears.

He could hear your sobs through the door, his heart breaking. He flattened his palm against the door, reaching out to you as you sobbed on the floor. It was too late though; you had shut him out. But he couldn't bring himself to walk away, not while he could hear you breaking. He stood there, hand pressed to the door until he heard your sobs subside and footsteps slowly walking away from the other side of the door. Only then did he leave you. His head felt heavy on his shoulders, weighed down with the guilt of what he had done. He loathed himself for hurting you like this.

And now, on Christmas Eve, he sat alone in the dorms listening to Christmas music in an attempt to cheer himself up but all he could think about was you. He knew you'd be alone too, cooped up in your apartment. You didn't spend Christmas with your family, all of them in various parts of the world. He wished he could be with you, like he had last year.

He missed holding you, the way your hair smelled as you snuggled on the couch together. He missed the way your lips had tasted of the candy canes you'd suckled on all evening. He missed the look of pure joy on your face when you had opened his gifts, completely blown away by the thought that had gone into each one.

That Christmas had been his favourite. And now... he felt lost.

He wanted you back, needed to talk hold you again. He couldn't move on, couldn't put his adoration for you to rest and oh, god he couldn't forgive himself for what he did.

He needed to see you.

In a split second he made his decision, switching the stereo off and crawling out of his bed to throw on some snow boots and a parka coat. He knew where you lived, remembered it well. He knew you'd be home on Christmas Eve, doing your usual little traditions like watching Home Alone with a hot cocoa.

He grabbed his phone and his keys and made his way out into the dark winter night, taking large determined steps in the snow.

It took him almost an hour to get to your apartment building, hopping on the subway to get to your side of town and walking the ten minutes from the station to your street. He stood at the door, finger hovering over the buzzer. He was shaking, whether from the cold or the nerves he couldn't tell but knew he was terrified. There was nothing to say that you wouldn't tell him to piss off again, but he had to at least try...

He pushed the buzzer, the noise arrogantly loud in the silence of the evening. He got no response, waiting patiently. He pushed it again and waited. Nothing.

He'd stand here all night if he had to. Looking up he saw your lights were on, knowing which windows were yours, so you had to be home...

He pushed it again, holding the button down longer this time. Nothing again.

Maybe you were in the bath; he knew you liked to have a good soak with all your bath bombs and bubble bath, candles lit and oils burning the night before Christmas; de-stressing before your favourite day of the year. Maybe you were in there?

He told himself he'd wait another ten minutes before trying again. He stood shaking in the cold, rubbing his hands together for some friction to heat the freezing skin. He should have worn gloves, but he wasn't thinking so logically this evening.

He pushed the buzzer again and again, still eliciting no response from you. Maybe you'd seen him out of the window and were choosing to ignore him. He sighed audibly, a puff of breath visible in the cold air and contemplated turning around and disappearing into the night again.

"Hobi?" a little voice questioned from behind him, not through the intercom but right there, a few meters away from him. He turned around to see you standing there in the snow, fluffy hood over your head and matching gloves over your hands. You were holding a tub of cocoa powder to your chest, cradling it like a newborn.

Your face flushed pink from the cold biting at the skin; adorably so. He missed that about you. You looked surprised, confused to see him stood outside your apartment building on Christmas eve.

"I-I... I was just, um... I saw your light on, I thought you were home," he stuttered, kicking the snow at his feet. You held up the cocoa in your hands, offering an explanation.

"I was out of cocoa..." He smiled fondly at you; you couldn't have Christmas eve without your cocoa.

A moment of silence passed over the two of you, neither one of you knowing what to say. You didn't know why he was here, but part of you was glad he was.

"Why are you here, Hoseok?" you dropped the pet name for him, simply calling him by his birth name. He hated when you did that, either mad at him or disappointed. He didn't know which you were feeling, and he didn't know which was worse.

"I just... um... I don't know this was stupid, I'm sorry," he shook his head, taking a step to leave. You clearly didn't want him here. You were still mad, you had to be. He couldn't blame you.

"Wait," you stepped towards him, just one little step, but he stopped immediately. His heart pounded in his ears, waiting for you to continue. "W-would you... like some cocoa? You look so cold..."

"I'd love some," he smiled, looking up at you. He took your breath away; really, he did. He was still just as handsome as ever, as charming. His hopeful little smile lit up his face to counteract the tired bags under his eyes from lost sleep and a warmth spread through your chest.

"Okay..." you stepped forward again, passing by him quickly to open the door to the complex. He stepped inside after you, the warmth of the building feeling like such an intense heat that his exposed nose and hands burned at the sensation. You jogged up the stairs, willing to get inside as fast as possible and stave off the awkward silence, replacing it with a movie or something; anything that meant that you didn't have to talk.

Because the second you talked, you'd tell him everything.

How much you missed him, how much you still loved him, how you spent every night alone and wishing you had done things differently all those months ago. You wondered if things would be different had you just told him how you were feeling, if you'd communicated rather than started make petty little comments.

But still, you weren't sure you had forgiven him. You were so angry that he betrayed you that way, that he completely broke the trust you had with him. Never did you think Hoseok would be the kind of man that would ever hurt you like that.

Your apartment looked exactly the same to him when he stepped in the door, still pristinely kept. You had decorated with tasteful Christmas ornaments, a beautiful tree in the corner draped in gold and red with twinkling lights amongst the branches.

You made your way into the little kitchen you had, pulling two mugs out of a cupboard and a saucepan to heat the milk in. You added a little extra cocoa than you normally would, knowing Hoseok had such a sweet tooth and preferred a rich cocoa. He stood and watched you in silence, leaning up against the counter island. He rubbed his hands together, blowing hot air onto them to fight the aching cold they had grown accustomed to.

With a little whipped cream and a handful of mini marshmallows, your masterpieces were complete. Hobi followed you to sit on your couch, mug in hand. Before he took a seat the pair of you shrugged off your parkas, throwing them over the back of the couch. He sat at the opposite end to you, watching as you tucked yourself back under the blanket you had discarded before you left.

You pressed play on the television, resuming the opening credits of Home Alone. Hoseok chuckled aloud.

"What's so funny?" you couldn't help but smile, his giggle infectious.

"Home Alone?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah... I watch it ev-"

"Every Christmas eve," he finished for you. You stared at him, blinking with a smirk on your face. "I knew you would."

"We all have our traditions," you shrugged, turning your attention to the television again.

A moment passed, Hoseok wondering if he should make conversation with you or just sit and watch the movie, grateful you hadn't turned him away with a slap to the cheek.

"How have you been, y/n?" he asked, nervous. He took a marshmallow from the top of the whipped cream peak on his mug and popped it in his mouth. You exhaled loudly; you suppose you had to talk about it eventually.

"Better, I guess," you shrugged. That was a lie. "You?" You looked up at him through your lashes.

His brow creased, his jaw tightening. Does he tell you the truth, about how he'd been completely devastated and ridden with guilt for the last two months?

"N-Not great..." he looked down at his lap, unable to hold eye contact with you. He tapped his foot on the floor, his knee bouncing anxiously.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, don't apologise. You don't need to; for anything," he shook his head, still averting your gaze. "This was all me. I took you for granted and I-" he couldn't finish that sentence, nausea overwhelming him at the thought of that drunken night with a meaningless girl. "I do though, if you'll let me..."

You waited patiently for him to continue, willing him to say whatever he needed to. You were in the headspace to listen now.

"I don't know why things changed, or when. But I took you for granted, y/n. I expected too much from you and gave you nothing back and that's not fair. And then I blamed you for it, as if it was your fault at all. I got mad at you when you did to me what I was doing to you and I was too arrogant to see that I was the problem. And then I... I fucking ruined everything with my god damn stupidity. I don't know why I did it, but I was out of my fucking mind, y/n. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbled, telling you everything he had rehearsed in his head for weeks in one breath.

He looked up at you to see your eyes glistening with a wash of tears threatening to fall. You saw the vulnerability in him, and you hated it. You loved his confidence; it was one of the first things that attracted you to him. Seeing him so anxious and beaten down was killing you.

"I know you're not that person, Hobi," you spoke softly, the use of his pet name delicately soothing.

"Thank you... for seeing that, I mean. I don't expect you to forgive me I just, I wanted to at least try and tell you how sorry I am." A tear slipped down his cheek. It broke your heart. Hoseok never cried, you knew this. The last time being at the MAMA awards in Japan last year.

You reached forward, wiping the tear away with the cuff of your sleeve and sitting back, taking a sip of your cocoa. He smiled, picking his mug up from your coffee table and taking a sip himself. A thick moustache of whipped cream settled on his top lip, and you laughed aloud. He played it dumb, leaving it there and looking at you with confusion.

"What?" he asked. "What's so funny?" You giggled at the goofball; he always did stupid little thing like this to make you laugh. You reached forward again, swiping your finger over his top lip and gathering most of the cream on the tip of your finger, waving it at him before popping it in your mouth.

He laughed shyly, licking the rest of the cream from his top lip with his eyes watching for your reaction. He just wanted to see you smile, to rid your beautiful eyes of that glossy coating of tears. It seemed to work, but the pair of you couldn't tear your eyes away from each other.

Without thinking, he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing over your cheek so tenderly. He held his hand there, his thumb roaming back and forth over your cheek bone. He forgot how smooth your skin felt, how soft you were. It had used to drive him crazy.

You relaxed into his touch, your head leaning into his palm, eyes closing blissfully.

"I missed you..." he whispered like he didn't mean for you to hear it, but you did.

"I still miss you, Hobi..." you whined, looking up to him once again. He leaned forward, eyes dropping to your lips. God, he wanted to kiss them. He missed how you felt against his lips, how you tasted.

You willed him to follow his urges, to just lean in that little bit more and press his lips to yours. You wanted nothing more in that moment.

As if you were both linked by some form of mild telepathy, he did just that.

Your lips pressed together, barely touching but immediately you felt a spark; the same spark you had felt the first time you kissed him at the end of the very first date you had. You pushed yourself closer to him a little, relaxing against his lips and letting yourself enjoy the feeling again.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely hovering over yours.

"I missed you," he repeated, his warm, chocolate flavoured breath spanning across the sensitive skin.

"I'm right here," you assured him, nuzzling your nose gently against his. He kissed you again, a little deeper this time. Carefully, you placed your mug of cocoa down on the coffee table and used your now free hands to fist the material of his hoodie and pull him a little closer to you. You sighed into his lips when his hand moved to the back of your neck, pressing you against him a little firmer.

It felt as if electric shocks were running down your spine in a regular current. Goosebumps raised on your skin at his touch, your whole body feeling so alive for the first time in so long. Adrenaline pulsed through your veins and before you knew it you found yourself pushing Hobi back against the couch, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle his thighs without ever disconnecting your lips.

His hands roamed to your waist, fingers pressing into you as he gripped you. On some level he was terrified to let you go in case you ran from him again. He wasn't sure he could cope with that.

"Do you love me, Hobi?" you asked him, lips brushing against the edge of his mouth.

"So much... I love you so fucking much, y/n," he didn't even think about it for a heartbeat; he didn't need to.

"Show me," you breathed against him, peppering open-mouthed kisses to his jawline and grinding your hips down against his own beneath you.

His hands lifted the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head when you lifted your arms for him. You did the same for him, peeling his hoodie off him, followed by his t-shirt. You writhed against him, both of you shirtless as your kisses turned more heated, sloppy.

You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off your arms to discard it with the growing pile of clothing strewn across the couch. His hands felt hot against your back, pressing you chest-to-chest with him.

The heat of the kiss rose, Hobi using his tongue to swipe across your bottom lip and open you up to him. There was no battle for dominance, no fight between the both of you; you were just so desperate to taste each other again after so long.

Hobi dropped his hands to your thighs, still clad in the thick leggings you had worn to keep warm yet comfortable. He slid them underneath, using his strength to lift you and wrap your legs around his waist as he stood up. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you as your lips worked together still.

He didn't need to be able to see to know where he was going as he carried you into your bedroom; he knew your apartment so well.

He lay you down on your bed, hovering over you and dragging his lips from yours, down your neck to suckle just above your collar bone where he knew you liked the feeling. He let his lips wonder down your chest, between your breasts and down to just above your belly button.

"Hobi..." you whined his name, blissfully engrossed in the feeling of his little wet kisses down your body. He tugged on your leggings, rolling them slowly down your hips as his mouth chased the lowering line of fabric. Just as he was about to expose you, he lifted his lips from your skin, instead focusing on pulling the leggings down your legs with your underwear in one smooth motion and throwing them to the floor.

And then his lips found your skin again, this time the inside of your thigh. He switched between nudging his nose against the flesh to peppering kisses and leaving a little wet trail up the skin. Your hands wound themselves in his hair just feeling how soft the slightly outgrown locks still were.

He let his kisses trail over your pubic bone, tickling you as he got closer and closer to your heat. The build-up to this moment had already had an effect on you, your folds glistening deliciously in front of Hoseok. He kissed the mound of your sensitivity, his eyes flickering back up to look at you to watch your reaction when he finally, slowly, nudged his tongue out past his lips to swipe over your slit.

A soft little moan slipped past your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as Hobi worked his magic on you. He knew what buttons to push, knew what each of your little reactions meant, knew exactly how to please you. His lips circled your clit, sucking the little bud into his mouth, drawing a sharp moan from you and making your back arch from the mattress. Your hands weaved into his hair, pulling at it from the roots as you desperately clung onto him.

He loved the way you tasted, savouring it on his tongue. He was driving you crazy, working tirelessly to build the tension in your stomach, nerves tingling all through your body.

Your climax was heading towards you like a steam train about to plough off the rails, building and building so fast... You didn't want to cum like this, you wanted him to completely give himself over to you like he used to, to bring the two of you together.

"S-stop... Hobi, stop," you tapped your hand on his head, pushing him away from you. He sat up on his knees, confused and frankly, terrified. Had you changed your mind? Had you decided you didn't want him after all? Not even just this once?

You chuckled a little as the feeling in your pelvis receded. He was adorable, but you understood where his fear was coming from.

"No, I don't want you to stop. I just didn't wanna finish like that," you reached for the hem of his pants, pulling him by his hips towards you and crushing your lips to his. You could taste yourself, lingering. "Want you," you mumbled against his lips. "Want this," your hand lowered to the outline of him through his pants, hard and ready for you.

He pulled himself away from you, wanting nothing more than just what you were asking for. He shuffled himself out of the rest of his clothing, baring himself to you for the first time in so long. You'd almost forgotten the way he was so sculpted, head to toe. You traced your fingers from the dip in his collar bone, down the middle of his chest and across the dips of his abs and the distinct 'V' shape, finally grazing your fingers tips right to the end of his hardened length. He twitched beneath you, breath catching in his throat and you smiled cockily; you had him completely under your spell.

He crawled up to meet your lips with his own once again, hungry and needy for your affection. His hips pressed into yours, his member coating in your slick. He groaned against your lips, rocking up against you for the friction he craved. You simply spread your thighs a little wider, hands winding around his neck and inviting him in.

"Are you still on the pill?" he asked between kisses, remembering what your preferred method of birth control had been.

"Uh-huh," your voice sounded whiny, willing him to enter you already. "Please, Hobi..."

He dipped his head to look down between you as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing the tip in just a little. He always knew to go slow with you at first; his size was above average and moving too quickly would be uncomfortable for you. You were grateful for his thoughtfulness, noticing each time he remembered something about you that you liked or didn't like. He hadn't forgotten, always had been paying attention.

Slowly, inch by inch, he filled you. The delicious stretch of your walls felt magical, a long and deep breath filling your lungs and your eyes rolling back into your head. Hobi didn't move for a moment, savouring the feeling of being completely enveloped in your warmth. But he couldn't ignore the way your hips grew impatient, raising marginally from the sheets to encourage him.

Drawing his hips back slowly felt sensational for you, every tiny little sensitive spot inside you igniting at the feeling. Hobi didn't want to rush; he wasn't sure how long this would last. This could be the last time he got the chance to make love to you, to show you how deeply he cared about you. For all he knew, you were just caught up in the moment and giving into the urges that everybody had here and there...

But this was so much more to you.

He pushed himself against you again, grinding his hips against you until he bottomed out completely and rocking back again.

"F-fuck..." he groaned, fingertips digging into your hips. His pace quickened a little, still dragging himself out of you slowly to relish the act. He felt so good, so completely vulnerable and yet willing to give you everything he had.

Your fingers played with the strands of his hair that tickled his neck, your nose pressed into his and eyes watching him with heavy lids. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, still rolling into you and sending wave after wave of bliss through you.

He couldn't keep himself from moving faster after a little while though, the need for both of you to reach your climax overpowering his desire to revel in the moment.

"God, I missed you," he breathed against your neck, his hot breath warming you to the core. You struggled to concentrate on him, the need to cum building so intensely that you were sure you wouldn't last much longer. "I've been so lonely, y/n... I was so fucking stupid," he gritted his teeth, ramming his cock into you now. His anger at himself and despair over losing you were propelling his drive.

"B-been lonely too," you stuttered, pulling him by his hair to look up into your eyes. "You hurt me, Hobi..." you said breathlessly with tears brimming in your eyes.

"I know... I know, and I – fuck – I'll never hurt you again I promise," his own eyes filled with tears. Sex had always been emotional to you, even when you didn't want it to be. It frustrated you to no end; sometimes you just wanted a good fuck with no emotion whatsoever. But tonight... Tonight it was needed. You need to get emotional with him.

You'd been holding yourself to a high standard of strength since the night you threw him to the curb, but it had taken his toll. You could only be so strong for so long, after all.

"I love you, y/n. I fucking love you, so much," he sobbed, ramming himself into you with such an intensity the room filled with lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin.

"I know, baby... I know," you comforted him, whining and moaning as your orgasm approached. He pushed his lips to yours again with desperation, the salty taste of tears transferring to yours. "Shit, Hobi I'm gonna..." you couldn't finish your sentence, the words getting stuck in your throat as the world crashed down around you.

Your eyes squeezed shut as a roaring moan erupted from deep in your chest. Your hold on his hair tightened impossibly. Hoseok had to use all his strength to keep you from pulling his face down into your neck. You couldn't control it though, the intensity of your pleasure causing your limbs to spasm.

You contracted around Hobi, tightening and squeezing him from inside. It tipped him over the edge, a loud grunt vibrating through his chest as the warm spurts of cum filled you. He never stopped thrusting into you though, riding your high out with him as your pussy milked him for every last drop he had.

He lost his balance, falling to lay his head against your breast and slipping out of you, chest flat against you. The two of you lay there in silence for a moment, catching the breath you had lost together.

After regaining enough composure, your fingers loosened in his hair, now just fiddling with it absentmindedly. He loved the feeling, lying against you while you played with the strands. He didn't want to move, terrified to spoil the intimacy of the moment. You were content to let him lie there with you though, the two of you a sweaty mess of limbs.

"I love you too, Hobi," you confessed. It didn't feel like a confession though; it felt like you were telling him something you already knew.

He lifted his head, looking up at you.

"Y-you still...?"

"Of course. Believe me, if I could have switched it off, I would have the day I slammed the door in your face but..." you sighed, giving in. "But I adore you, Jung Hoseok. Despite everything, I still love you." Hot tears fell down the sides of your head, hitting the pillow below you.

He shuffled up the bed, hovering above you and wiping the tears as they fell.

"Why did you come here tonight, Hobi? Really..." you asked, needing an answer.

"Everyone went home for the holidays, I was sat alone in the dorm and thinking of you. How you'd either be in the bath surrounded by your potions to make you smell good or cover yourself in glitter or wrapped up on the couch watching Home Alone with your damn cocoa," he chuckled. "I missed you. Christmas has always been lonely for me and then I found you; someone to enjoy the holidays with. I just wanted to see you and I found myself walking over here..."

You smiled at him, running your thumb over his cheek.

"I don't want you to be alone on Christmas, Hobi," you sympathised. "Stay; I was going to cook for myself tomorrow anyway. But it makes very little sense for two people who love each other to spend Christmas Day alone, don't you think?" Your question didn't need an answer, but he gave one anyway.

"Very little sense..." he repeated, placing his lips to your forehead and lingering a second longer than deemed normal.

Last Christmas had been so perfect, spent with you in your apartment just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. There was now absolutely no reason at all that this Christmas couldn't be just as wonderful.

Talking could wait, not that there was any need. He knew it would take you time to trust him again, but you also knew that you had forgiven him. The healing process could begin, both of you learning from the mistakes made and growing stronger from them.

For now, you both still loved each other. That was enough.

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Elastic Heart - Part 5/10 (Branjie) - Mia Ugly

A/N: The rest of this story is basically mostly written and I'm going to try to post it quickly before the ACTUAL SHOW messes with my Valentina-esque levels of fantasy. Thanks to everyone who has been reading and giving me feedback. I’ve never written in this fandom before and you’re all so kind (and talented, Jesus murphy.)

Relationships for Brock have always been complicated.

He really hasn’t met a whole lot of queer people who don’t have some kind of emotional hang-up based as a result of the world they live in. And his journey’s been easier than a lot of other people’s, so really, he should be over this by now. But he still has a helpless association between want and guilt, like the moment he feels something good it’s a ticking clock until it’s going to be taken away.

His most long-term relationship has been with ballet, and then he cheated on it with drag. He can’t imagine loving anything more than that. The thought makes him feel a bit sick to his stomach, because - that kind of love would be overwhelming. As big as the world. Completely uncontrollable, and Brock has to be in control.

But when he watches himself on Drag Race, there are moments up there when he sees someone who - isn’t. In total control, that is. Sure, he presents a very polished, curated image but sometimes he does this smile thing when he’s asked about Vanjie and it’s - just not a face he’s ever seen himself making. He knows what his face looks like. When did it start looking like that?

He goes out after the Snatch Game watch-party with a couple of other queens, ones he barely knows (but he’s trying to be unreasonably social, trying to stay distracted.) He can barely look at the screen as he epically bombs a Canadian legend, so he drinks too quickly, and talks to the bartender, and pretends to be live-tweeting when isn’t. There’s a guy there too (Jeff? James?) leaning close to Brock, touching him too much, buying him drinks he doesn’t want. Brock accepts them anyway, wanting to feel anything but his feelings.

His friends suggest another bar, and he follows them, and Jeff or James is comes too. There are vodka shots (he thinks) and Vanessa’s beautiful face on yet another screen and more shots and Jeff/James’ arm around Brock’s shoulders.

And Brock doesn’t want his arm there. But he laughs and smiles and reprises his war-crime of a French Canadian accent, because that’s easier. Easier than remembering that episode, those feelings. The sight of Vanjie, silver sequins across the mainstage, lips parting. the thought of: “this is it, they’re in the bottom two, it’s over.”

It wasn’t over then, of course. It is now.

Brock thinks he gets Jeff/James number although he can’t remember asking for it. Do they kiss? He hopes they don’t.

Somehow Brock is in an alley, leaning against a brick wall because he doesn’t think he can stand.

Somehow Brock is in his bed, and there are cats on his pillow.

Somehow Brock is on his phone, FaceTiming someone. Who is he FaceTiming oh dear GOD don’t be -

It’s too late, there’s no going back, and Yvie Oddly’s furious eyes are glaring at him. No, his name is Jovan. They’re here in the real world, they’re not on the show (Brock sometimes has to remind himself of that.)

“Oh.” Jovan says that one syllable like an obscenity, rubbing his hands over his face. Brock can barely make him out in the darkness. “I see you’re handling things well.”

Jovan’s in bed somewhere, still wrapped up in blankets.

“Whosit?” a quiet voice slurs somewhere beside him, a tumble of long dark hair against a white pillowcase. Jovan frowns and murmurs something indistinguishable, picking the phone up and taking it somewhere brighter.

Brock regrets everything, all of it. “Sorry - I shouldn’t have called.”

“There are lots of things you shouldn’t have done. I don’t know if calling me at 3 am makes the top five.”

(Top Five Things Brock Shouldn’t Have Done:

Number One, and fine, Number Two as well: Fallen stupidly, clumsily, unspeakably in love on national goddamn television. On a reality show, for Christ’s sake, like he’s a contestant on the Bachelorette, like he’s the kind of person who would confuse a paying gig with something real. Looked across a set full of cameras and lights and P.A.s and thought ‘holy shit, that’s Miss Vanjie,’ and then - not even one day later - thought ‘holy shit. I’m in so much trouble.’

Number Three: Started smoking. That stuff will kill you, and it’s so fucking hard to quit. He’s tried seven times, and the longest he ever managed it was six months, but he was touring and he was gaining weight and his body-issues were out of control at the time, so. Yeah. Don’t ever start, is what he’s saying.

Number Four: That Celine Dion, Jesus Lord, it was just hideous. The memory still wakes him in the night in a cold sweat.

Number Five: Thrown Ru-Paul’s fucking Drag Race.)

“I’m drunk.” The bedroom is spinning. The cats are in danger.

“Yeah, you are. Girl, what is going on with you?”

“I just - I know we can’t talk about it. But I wanted -”

In the dull light of a kitchen, Jovan raises an exhausted eyebrow - or at least the place where an eyebrow would be if he had one.

“I wanted to talk to someone who was there.” (Because Nina wasn’t there. And Plastique wasn’t there. And sometimes the weight of what happened seems unbearable on Brock’s shoulders. And sometimes he wonders if he even remembers it right. Sometimes he thinks that when the episode airs it’s going to be a completely different picture than the one he painted in his memory. Uglier. Bright and graceless and cheap.)

Jovan lets out a long, deep sigh. Brock can faintly hear a clock ticking in the background.

“Okay. Fine. I was there. But you know who else was?”

“Yvie -”

“Your fucking boyfriend. Remember that? So maybe there’s someone else you should be drunk-dialing at ass-crack-o’clock in the morning.” Jovan’s volume is starting to build, but he brings it down, casting a nervous look over his shoulder. “Listen, Brooke, you made a choice. Okay? You can’t go back, and you can’t beat yourself up for the rest of your life. There’s got to be a point where you move the fuck on.”

“I know.” This is why Brock called, must be what his vodka-soaked brain was thinking. Jovan can be mean and he can be abrasive but he’s never anything other than honest.

“And like, I’m pretty sure she’s fucking other people. Someone was posting about it. So.” (Okay, maybe a bit too honest Jesus fucking hell -)

Brock’s face must do something in response to that statement, because Jovan suddenly looks - sad. Ugh, that’s even worse than furious.

“Does she know?” Jovan asks before Brock can say anything.

“Know what?”

“Fuck off, ‘know what.’ Have you told her you’re in love with her?”

(“You want a ring or some shit?”)

Brock doesn’t answer.

Because - he hasn’t told Jose, not in those words. Not - out loud.

Jovan nods sharply. “And there it fucking is. Why do I have to have this conversation with you if you can’t cowgirl up enough to get your man back? I know this timid Canadian bullshit was good for the fans, they fucking ate it up, but this is real life now, girl. You can’t blame a bad edit.”

“Didn’t you just tell me to move the fuck on?”

“Well bitch, now you have two options. Maybe pick one. At least you’d be doing something.”

After Jovan says goodbye (well, flips him off and hangs up) Brock is still too tipsy for his own good. So he does another stupid stupid thing. He goes online.

There’s this picture floating around of the two of them. He remembers the P.A. taking it in the back seat of the van, promising them he’d send it to their managers (“Omg, you’re so cute right now.”) Brock looks at it for a long time, and there is sand and saltwater under his fingernails.

Is this what a heart attack feels like? Maybe he’s having a heart attack.

Maybe he should try to quit smoking again.

Maybe he should listen to Yvie.

(Move the fuck on. She’s fucking other people.)

Relationships for Brock are complicated. It’s only ever been simple once.

* * *

There’s a heatwave in L.A. and production takes them to a beach.

The whole area is guarded by P.A.’s on walkies, but its the queens’ day off, and there are no cameras for once. Everyone loses their shit after Brooke emerges from the changerooms with a wide-brimmed hat and long linen shirt over her swimsuit; for all that she’s accused of being thirsty AF, she’s still a pasty white chick who’ll burn in under thirty minutes. Vanjie laughs so loud and long when she sees her that it’s almost worth it (“yass girl, live that Diane Keaton fantasy.”)

When they get to the water, Vanjie is quick to ditch her clothes in favour of the tiniest black speedo, and a thin gold chain. She looks like a picture Brooke might have hidden under the mattress as a teenager, and Vanjie knows it. She grins at Brooke as she rubs some sort of oil on her (perfect, gorgeous) skin, and Brooke thinks she must have gotten too much sun already, might faint or dissolve with the weight of this wanting.

“Eyes up here, bitch,” Vanessa smirks at her as she walks past, heading toward the shoreline. Brooke watches her go, can’t help herself. After that precious five minutes in Brooke’s hotel room, every second around Vanjie seems electric. Brooke keeps having these terrible, delicious thoughts of pushing her up against every hard surface she sees; the stations in the werkroom, the side of the van, the runway. The way Vanjie’s body was warm and trembling, the way her eyes were blown black, the harsh rasp of her voice - fuck.

Brooke shouldn’t be thinking of this while wearing a swimsuit, she’s going to get arrested.

She lathers on the sunblock and keeps the hat (but undoes her shirt, so that’s something. She might regret it later when she’s lobster red, but she’s beginning to feel a bit like the girls’ spinster aunt chaperone.)

Yvie, seemingly oblivious to the heat, remains in long black jeans and a ripped up sweatshirt. She hangs back under a beach umbrella, nose stuck in a copy of Blood and Guts in High School while the other girls frolic in the surf like puppies or nymphs or something. Brooke sits with her for a bit, watches A’Keria and Silky and Vanjie hassle each other, laughing and swearing as they try to push Silky underwater.

Brooke isn’t sure what expression is on her face as she studies Vanessa from a distance, but it can’t be dignified. She twines her hands together, smiles down at her knees before anyone calls her out for it.

Of course, she’s too late. When she glances back up, Yvie is looking at her over the top of her tiny round sunglasses. She does not look impressed.

“You know what you’re doing?”

Brooke doesn’t bother pretending to be confused. She’s been asking herself the same question a lot lately. Too often to not be a bit of a red flag. A pink flag at least.

“We’re just flirting. It’s fun, we’re not –“

“Yeah, but like maybe drop the bullshit for ten seconds and remember that this is a competition. You know they’re going to make you lip-sync, right?”

Brooke’s mind goes conspicuously blank for a moment. She forces herself to take a breath, do a grounding exercise. Obviously it’s a thought she’s had before. She knows it would be a gag, knows it would be good television. But it’s also something Brooke has to avoid thinking about, move her thoughts in pirouettes and backbends around the idea, because she doesn’t know how else to survive. She can’t - she can’t be the one who sends Vanjie home. It just can’t happen.

“We’ll have to stay out of the bottom then.”

“Girl, they won’t care, they’ll fucking put you in the bottom to get that storyline. That’s the tea. Can you handle it? Because you’ve got little hearts floating around your head right now –“

“Fuck off –“

“-and I don’t think it’s an act. I think you’re trying to be cool about it, but you’re not being cool at all. The pair of you are being absolutely the least cool.”

Brooke rolls her eyes. Yvie’s been pissy since Scarlet left, but she doesn’t need to come at Brooke when they’re at the beach for Christ’s sakes.

“You know she’s not making it to the Top 4. With that runway -”

“Fuck off.” Brooke snaps her head toward Yvie, immediately done with this conversation. Yvie can say what she wants about Brooke, but no one gets to talk shit about Vanessa. “Seriously.”

“I’m just saying, you ready for that?”

“And I’m just saying it’s our day off. So maybe leave it for a goddamn minute.”

“Whatever.” Yvie gets up out of the sand, brushes off her jeans, and walks off down the beach, little black stormclouds following her. Brooke decides that the least she can do is steal the queen’s umbrella, shuffling her towel over into the shade and stretching out.

Fuck Yvie. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen. She doesn’t know anything about it.

Brooke dozes in the shade for a bit, enjoying the warmth of the sand and the occasional bark of Vanjie’s wicked laugh. She doesn’t know how long she lies there, only really waking up when a very cold, very damp toe drags over her bare calf.

“Poor sleepy Brooke. Just ain’t cut out for the pressure of television, hey?”

Brooke smiles before she opens her opens her eyes, squinting up at Vanjie in the sunlight.

“You need to pull a Dela, send your fine self home?”

“You wish,” Brooke smiles as Vanjie settles down beside her in the sand. Water droplets still cling to her shoulders, chest, stomach. Brooke feels her lips parting, thirsty as hell.

“That’s a damn lie, girl, don’t know what I’d do if you went home now. Be boring as hell around here. You know, cuz you got so much personality.”

“I leave the personality to you, you leave the challenge winning to me,” Brooke says deadpan, and Vanjie hoots with laughter.

“Oooh ,bitch! You may look pretty but you don’t act pretty.”

Nina and Plastique have gone to track down some food, and the rest of the girls are still down by the water, so it’s just Brooke and Vanjie under the umbrella together, lying side by side. Vanjie leans up onto her elbow, giving Brooke a once-over before raising her eyebrows.

“You undone a couple buttons, hey, Miss Brooke? Tryin’ to drive the boys crazy?”

“Only one of them.”

Vanjie gets that crease between her eyebrows again, that little nervous tell. It’s gone just as quickly, and Vanjie looks away.

“Sure, sure.” But there’s a flush to her cheekbones, the kind of blush that makes Brooke feel like she’s never been kissed before, or heard Tchaikovsky, or seen the Pacific Ocean.

Sometimes Vanjie does things that make Brooke feel like a sun that is rising. Completely new and so bright she’s blinding.

“Bet you say that to all the girls.” Vanjie stretches out on her back, staring straight up. “Top 8, Top 8, Top 8.”

“Top 4, Top 4, Top 4,” Brooke says back to her, and Vanjie laughs.

“Girl, I gotta take it one challenge at a time, right? I ain’t gonna think that far in the future.”

“What would you be doing today if you weren’t here? If you were just at home?”

“Hmm.” Vanjie thinks about it. Brooke watches her distractedly tug on the thin gold chain she’s wearing. “Same sorta thing, maybe. Hit up the beach, find some piece of trade. You know - what I’m doing now.”

“So this is just any other day for you.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely. Gettin’ bored up in here.” Vanjie grins at her. “What ‘bout you, girl? You be at the library or something?”

“Sure. Studying. Playing bridge. Drinking tea if things got really crazy.”

“I knew you was nasty.” Vanjie studies her, reaches out one hand. “One day and you already gettin’ scruffy.”

Her fingers trace Brooke’s upper lip, and Brooke can’t be held responsible for her actions; she opens her mouth and sucks Vanjie’s fingers inside, twisting her tongue around them. They taste like the ocean.

Vanessa’s eyes go dark and unfocused, and her breathing stutters. “Careful, girl.”

She slides her fingers out of Brooke’s mouth and sucks them into her own. Brooke wants to roll over on top of her and kiss her and grind against her, right here in the sand in front of everyone. She wants Vanjie’s nipples in her mouth, hipbones between her teeth. The want is something she’s never felt before, clean and simple and deadly as a knife. It shakes her knees, rattles her jaw.

Of course, she won’t do it. Vanjie might be known as this loud, dynamic, fearless queen, but when it comes to – whatever’s going on between them – she’s just as private as Brooke is. Maybe more so. Brooke was ready to spill the tea in the backstage lounge after being called out that first time, whereas Vanjie just laughed and disappeared. Brooke was talking about crushes while Vanjie was calling them friends.

She’s shy. Brooke’s realizing that more and more, and it blows her mind. Who would have thought that Miss Vanjie would be shy?

Most of the time it’s Brooke that makes the first move in the werkroom, and God help her she was never this touch-starved before - what the fuck is happening? She’s never had to clench her hands into fists instead of reaching out, she’s never felt electrified by something as simple as a raised eyebrow. She’s clearly out of her depths here, and she blames it on the structure of the show – the pressure of performing and being judged, the long days and almost sleepless nights (she’s dreaming in choreography now, wakes up en pointe.)

“You’re killin’ me,” Vanjie murmurs, staring at Brooke like she can’t help herself. Brooke flattens her hand against Vanjie’s smooth chest, and Vanjie lets out a tight, slow exhale. Brooke can feel Vanjie’s heartbeat leaping against her palm, and wonders how the hell she’s going to survive this.

The van ride back to the hotel is some kind of torture. A P.A. takes a picture of them in the backseat (“OMG you’re so cute right now.”) and then Vanjie takes Brooke’s hand and doesn’t let go. The two of them are pressed close together, shoulder to hip, and Vanjie smells of coconut oil and saltwater. It’s like sitting next to a mermaid. Brooke thinks she might be drowning.

At one point Vanjie dozes off, and her head tips toward Brooke. Almost resting on her shoulder but not quite. Enough that she can feel Vanessa’s breath each time she exhales. It’s making her feel dizzy, stomach tight with (well, want, that’s obvious) but also something else. Something sharper, like a needle full of ink. Something that feels permanent.

Vanjie’s hand is warm in Brooke’s, pulse slow and steady as music. Brooke does not let it go.

When the van is pulling into the hotel parkade, they’re jostled slightly. Vanessa grumbles, sighs and starts to pull away. Brooke turns toward her just as Vanjie wakes up and for a moment they simply – look at each other. Vanjie’s head almost on Brooke’s shoulder, Vanjie’s dark eyes blinking sleepily at Brooke. Their lips only inches apart, and the smell of salt in the air between them.

Vanjie’s forehead creases. Brooke would press her lips to that spot, if she wasn’t terrified the other queen would flinch away.

“Hey,” Vanjie says softly, their eyes holding. Something gives a lurch in Brooke’s chest, like a muscle being torn.

“Hey,” she says, but the word feels like something else.

“Out the car, bitches,” Silky shouts at them as the van door opens. As Brooke reluctantly pulls away, stumbles out of the back, she sees Yvie shaking her head, over it completely.

As they stand in the parking lot, waiting for the other girls to gather up their things, Vanjie reaches over and takes Brooke’s hand again. Their fingers lace together. Brooke has trouble remembering to breathe.

They hold hands all the way to the elevator, quiet. Brooke can’t shake the constant awareness of each move Vanessa makes, every time their arms rub together, the sudden pressure of Vanessa’s hip against hers as they squish into the elevator with the other queens and the remaining P.A.s. When they get to Vanessa’s floor, it’s all Brooke can do not to follow her out, hold hands down the hallway and press her up against the door of her room, get down on her knees and do anything, everything (get Vee off once with her mouth, and then take her to bed and eat her out until she’s begging to be fucked, and then -)

“Bye ladies,” Vanjie says as she exits the crowded elevator, followed by her P.A. A flicker of something crosses her face and she suddenly turns back around. “Oh shit, I forgot - hold the door.”

A P.A. stops the door from closing and Vanjie pushes her way back inside until she can grab Brooke and pull her down into a deep kiss, sloppy with tongue, noisy and wet and intoxicating. Brooke squeezes her eyes shut as the elevator erupts in cheering and whistling, puts her hands around Vanjie’s waist and holds her tight. If this is all they can have right now, Brooke is going to take advantage.

Much too soon, Vanjie drags herself away, lips swollen and shiny.

“Y’had something on your face, Hytes,” she says as she leaves again, and A’Keria wags her finger while Silky hollers.

Vanjie catches Brooke’s eye as the elevator doors start to close, and Brooke wants to rip her heart out of her chest and hand it over. Vanjie should have it, and she can do whatever the fuck she wants with it, Brooke doesn’t care. It’s not Brooke’s heart anymore. It stopped belonging to her a couple days ago.

Instead she smiles at Vanjie, struck dumb with affection, and Vanjie smiles back. The doors close and Brooke goes back to her room. She doesn’t turn on the lights on, doesn’t need to. She feels incandescent, shining bright enough to be seen from space.

And then the next day Snatch Game happens, and everything goes to hell.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #yvie oddly #branjie #angst #smut #canon compliant #elastic heart #mia ugly #tw binge drinking #tw anxiety #concrit welcome #submission #s11 #on set fic

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precioussemacio-blog · 6 years

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A TIGHT HUG

TORI

“ Im on my way see you there then oh.. please guys wait for me ok bye see you later.” rushing pack my things up and go where we decided to meet and then finally there she is waiting for me where what friends do and see her eyes like eating me alive makes me scared.

“ .. your so late.. “

Jada invited me to a vacation in there newly opened beach resort where we can relaxed after those deadly exams like you want skip but cant because its depends on your future.

We finally arrived in our destination and stepped out. And hear those waves crashing at the shore the best sound for relaxing and feel the sand under my feet and dig your toes into the sand the soft, squishy sand feels like a pillow under my feet the sky so bright led me to wear my hat to avoid sun irritation and walking towards the sea instead putting my things in and tour the house but I found this refreshing. Jada told me not to go far so I continued walking finding seashells like discovering treasure. A lot of them looks the same but every once in a while you’ll find that special shell that makes everythings right in the world. Beautiful and unique just like life.

Time to go back as I was walking I see children waving at me and I waved back not minding that Im about to face the post infront of me good thing someone grab my hand and pulled me in his arms. Im about say thanks to him but as I see his faced I was freezed . He looked shocked too.

“Its been a long time Tori” he said it takes couple of minutes before I came back to my senses and I just smiled as respond.

FLASHBACK

Were so innocent we are just like 8 years old back then playing hide and seek and even pretending like as if we are a married couple acting like it.

"Tori I have something to tell you" he slowly said it.

"What it is Kyson" I asked.

He started crying and telling me that they we'll move into somewhere else.

"It's ok my mom taught me that I will give someone a tight hug which means we will meet again soon so don't be sad Kyson" After that we never see each other again.

He asked me a lot of questions something like how am I? How come I came here? Whose with me? Where's school did I study? How's life? and I honestly answered it all. He brought me back to Jada's house and she sees us

"Hey who is he? your just new here and yet you get a guy so fast yiee" She teased me. Kyson lend his hand to Jada for shake hands.

" I'm kyson I lived here somewhere I'm her childhood friend thankfully we meet up again soo I'm have get going I have something to catch up on bye" He give me tight hug and said "Glad to see you again Tori" loosen his arms around, pat my head and he waved bye to Jada and to me as well.

When that's happened he's been treating me everywhere this past few days . He's still so sweet just like when we where kids and were going to meet again and we decided to watch a movie this time watching in a big platform showing a couple who is deeply in love and they are going to be apart they kissed each other like there saying goodbyes as the ending to the movie the boy have to go to catch up on his flight. Suddenly Kyson spoke up.

"You hate kiss for an ending"

"Yeah your right it supposed to be a tight hug between the two main character would have been more fitting because it's more heart warming and that's seems their story won't end" I was amazed he still remember it.

The next day we have to go back in our home the school is starting tomorrow and I wasn't able to see Kyson that day. Until the next morning at the school I saw him standing next to the gate and showing me his big wide smile guessed his waiting for me.

FEW MONTHS LATER

We where so close he accompanied me home every day sometimes whenever I need to go to library he still accompanies me wait for me when I'm done.

Prof. Lee announced that where having a new student and introduce him to the class. He sit beside me since its the only vacant seat he says hello to me I smiled back. Prof Lee told him ask me if he need anything.

The next morning it's weekend early in the morning I was outside walking around and not watching my steps suddenly I bumped into someone and to found out it was the transfer student what a coincidence found out he lives here chatted a bit and then suddenly a dog just then barking at us I tried to copy his bark like saying stop it he was out from his cage and running towards us. He hold my hand and started running to get away from the dog I looked behind the dog is still after on us few minutes we stop we were catching our breathe were so exhausted so tiring running like a marathon. "Are you ok?" He asked "Im fine I just need some rest". We just laughed and suddenly my tummy just growled in hunger.

"You haven't eaten breakfast? me too. "

We were on a "Rose eatery" he he ordered a lot and I like there food here so tasty cost totally cheap amount. I put a lot of food in mouth and he found it cute. We get along fast. He invited me in his house because its his birthday and I was like what it's your birthday? and I was able to meet his family and they're great. I have to go its getting late and end up taking his offer to walk me home since its just few houses to past by. Before dropping me home, Sam confess to me and ask me to go out with him.

The next day were at school and it's our free time Kyson he pulled my hand and headed to basketball court he wants me watch him play. Jada is with me then Sam waved at me the transfer student his wearing a jersey just like Kyson his also on basketball but he is with another team. Kyson looking at me asking how come we are close. The game started at the first game it's seems normal but when the second game it's like the two of them are amusing someone theres something wrong in here out of anger Kyson just cheat in game and plays rough against Sam's team the game just stop Kyson and Sam are arguing about like this is poul about the regulations in basketball rising there voices everyone stop them to prevent chaos this is not good.

They were scolded by there coach I picked Kyson and he's not talking to me fine let him be after he accompanied me home he told me to be in park tomorrow night

At the park he asked me if I have feelings towards to Sam and respond " I'm sorry I can't help it" a big drop of tears fall from his eyes I started crying I don't wanna see him hurt while I'm the reason why his hurt.

..............

The time when Kyson is on his way to Tori's house to borrow some notes in school but then he sees Tori with Sam and able to hear their conversation. Sam confess to him asking her out after hearing those he run to get away from them his annoyed.

"No I can't " she reject him

"It is because of him" she can't even say a word

...............

He gives a warm and tight hug the type of ending that they believed was the best for a romantic movie because it was happier and didn't necessarily means farewell they both know that this doesn't mean goodbye forever.

#shortstory

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goldendream-s · 7 years

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thin walls

summary; secrets have been kept, but the truth will always find its way out. when shawn hears something he shouldn’t have through the thin walls, walls of his own seem to crash down as well.

PART TWO

MASTERLIST || REQUEST

Your back hit his plush white sheets as you felt his soft lips roaming your hot bare skin. It was euphoric — you were lost in your own pleasure. Hands gripping your waist as your head was thrown back, all you were focused on was the scene unfolding in front of you. You loved moments like this. Something about the ability of being able to have both ecstasy and intimacy all at the same time had you running into this very scene every time.

As he found your sweet spot lying underneath collar bone, you couldn’t help but moan out his name. Pants and moans filled the room as he continued to mark your flushed skin. Your mind might’ve been under the influence of the many shots you took tonight, but the butterflies that he gave you in the pit of your stomach seemed to make you sober enough to absorb all of the pleasure.

He collapsed on you a few seconds later as the two of you found a comfortable position to lay in. “That was amazing,” you let out as your chest heaved from what happened minutes before. Lying your head on his smooth and toned chest, you dozed off once the fun and buzz of alcohol began to subside.

Shawn stretched his stiff arms as he rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up. He reached over to hug you but when he grabbed over at nothing, he started feeling suspicious. Looking over to your side of the bed to see your pillow standing straight up and sheets still smooth in the same way he set it up the night before, Shawn instantly knew that you never came home last night. You had told him that you were going to celebrate your best friend’s birthday and that you would be home late, which he was totally okay with.

You weren’t lying about the party, but Shawn didn’t know that being home late meant not coming home at all. Shawn tried to stay up to greet you when you would come home most likely drunk, but his eyes shut before he could ever do so. He rolled over towards the night stand perched against the wall to check his charging phone for any texts. Unlocking his phone, he was only faced with the numerous texts still waiting for a reply that he sent to you the night before. He sent another message and almost called you until he figured that you spent the night at your friend’s house.

Shawn knew how much you valued trust in a relationship, and he knew that you hated it when he worried too much about you. Shawn respected your words, but he couldn’t help but be a little scared about your whereabouts. He hated the thought of you being hurt or in danger because of him and his carelessness.

Adjusting to the natural sunlight peeking through his shared room with you, Shawn brought himself into the living room and then to the kitchen, making a beeline to the fridge. It was a little early for even Shawn to be awake, but he wanted to get himself ready just in case you were down to hang out today. He made two cups of coffee, one for him, and one for you. It was a habit made from living with you for almost two years now, practically muscle memory to him. Unlike you, Shawn was always a morning person and he knew that you always appreciated waking up to a cup of fresh brewed coffee with specifically two sugars and one cream.

He was always so attentive to all of your details that sometimes you couldn’t help but think that he knew you better than you yourself.

Shawn adored everything about you. Every day, he’d learn something new about you, soaking in all of new information like a sponge. He’d often take a few minutes out of his day and daily workout routine to just sit back and think about how lucky he was to call you his. Shawn couldn’t help the stupid grin that would stretch from ear to ear or the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach when he’d think about you. Everything you did made him swoon and he fully knew that you had him wrapped around your finger. He didn’t mind though, because at the end of the day, he still got to call you his.

You had easily been the best girlfriend Shawn has ever had; something about you made him feel alive, loved. Like any couple, the two of you have your ups and downs, but always find a way to overcome it. The relationship came so naturally – you were like his best friend, his partner in crime. Shawn didn’t know how much he needed you until you were in his life. You were the drug and he was your addict. He made you feel so special and he made sure that you knew how much he loved you. Shawn could spend hours on end talking about you – he could even write whole albums solely about you if he wanted to. It might’ve been two years down the road between you and Shawn, but he still found a way to make the relationship feel like the two of you were still in the honeymoon stage. Something about you always made his heart beat faster, his legs weak, and hands jittery.

Shawn might’ve been a spontaneous and impulsive person, but he knew one thing: Shawn wanted to marry you one day in the future. You were his everything.

A short ten minutes had passed and the sun was almost done rising as Shawn took a seat in the living room the two of you decorated together. The silence was getting too much to sit through and the apartment suddenly felt so empty without your company. Shawn had missed the morning kisses he was so used to giving you and all he wanted at the moment was for you to come home so he could shower you in cuddles and kisses. You still hadn’t returned any of Shawn’s calls and he was starting to worry. Picking up his phone, he called Ian, who was at the party.

After three rings, another voice was finally on the other line. “Hey Ian, have you seen my girl? She still hasn’t come home from the party last night. Do you know if she stayed at Jessica’s house?” he tapped his foot patiently waiting for his friend to sooth his concerns.

“Wait, she’s not home? I mean it’s still pretty early right now, but I could’ve sworn I saw her get picked up at like two in the morning. I thought you came by to get her?” Ian explained, beginning to feel the same panic as Shawn.

Color drained from his face and he immediately felt a rush of guilt. He scolded at himself for not trying to get a hold of you earlier.

Shawn’s stomach dropped and his gripped tightened on the phone as he was becoming all too aware of the situation’s reality. “Alright, thanks man. One of her friends probably let her stay the night. Talk to you later,” he quickly said.

Who could you have possibly gone home with? Checking his call history, Shawn made sure that he didn’t look over any missed calls from you. If you needed a ride, why didn’t you just call him?

All of the possibilities swarmed his already busy mind. Shawn so badly wanted to give his girlfriend the benefit of the doubt, his heart telling him to trust you. The thought slowly brought him to ease as he remembered the words that you’d always say.

“Trust in me, Shawn. Trust in us. I love you and I’d never hurt you.”

Shawn recited through memory as he sunk back into the couch, watching the sun rise.

“Jessica, he’s not gonna find out. Please stop nagging me,” you said in a hushed tone to your best friend. Jessica has been your best friend since freshman year of high school, and you were starting to question if she was on your side or not. This wasn’t the first time the two of you have had this conversation.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you need to make a decision. You’ve been fucking another guy behind your boyfriend’s back for four months now. Did it ever cross your mind that you are cheating on your boyfriend while he’s completely oblivious to it? He was probably on tour thinking about you every moment from the other side of the world while you’ve practically been falling out of love with him,” she scolded at you.

“Hush! Don’t say it like that, someone might hear you,” a pang of guilt filled your body.

“You’re on speaker and I’m literally a yard away from the apartment’s door! And don’t say that I don’t love him, because you know that’s not true.”

“You wouldn’t be doing this if you loved him,” Jessica quipped back.

Your best friend was right – she was always right, but you didn’t want to admit it. “Bullshit. I just missed him and Matthew happened to be there when Shawn wasn’t. He gave me the things Shawn couldn’t. The distance got to me, okay? Shawn’s just not enough for me anymore, I guess,” you tried to persuade your friend that you weren’t in the wrong though you fully knew that everything about this was anything but right.

If you knew Jessica at all, she was probably rubbing her temples and groaning at you. “Are you hearing yourself right now?” your friend spoke through the phone even louder. “Shawn has girls throwing themselves at him every night, but I don’t see him sleeping around. He’s been just as lonely and needy as you. Shawn has been back for two months, thinking that everything is still okay. Break things off with Matthew and tell Shawn the truth before it’s too late,” she continued.

“Ugh, I don’t know what to do at this point. I can’t just l-let go of Matthew like that.” That was the truth.

Something about him was intoxicating; he gave you the high that you so badly craved, he gave you the goosebumps that your relationship with Shawn couldn’t.

“Hey, you know I love you, but you know full well that Shawn doesn’t deserve this. The poor boy is head over heels for you, and you’re throwing it away two years with him for some fling?” you quickly hid behind a corner as if anyone was listening to the phone call.

“Okay, fine I’ll figure it out soon, but please don’t say anything. Shawn’s not gonna find out. There’s nothing to worry about,” you assured your friend as the two of you said goodbye.

“Just, just don’t screw Shawn over like that,” your friend warned before finally hanging up.

You had spent the last five minutes in front of the door to your shared apartment with Shawn talking to your best friend about the dilemma that you were in. Sure, you had been having an affair with another guy you met at a party four and a half months ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Shawn. The look on his face when you’d tell him would crush you. You could already imagine the way your betrayal would hit him. You knew Shawn didn’t deserve this, but the selfish part in you didn’t want to lose him. He did so much for you, gave you so much unconditional love. You could confidently say that he’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, but you were far from being the best girlfriend to him.

He needed a loyal and loving girlfriend, something you’ve been neither of for a while. You’re not sure when it all happened, but things have been different between the two of you ever since Shawn’s been home from this tour. Sure, the two of you had done long distance before, but you were finally feeling the heavy effects of it on your bones. There hasn’t been the same exhilarating spark that you two first had at the beginning of your two year relationship – Shawn’s presence no longer made you feel any emotion but hurt. You didn’t want to say that you were no longer in love with you, but it’d be a lie to say that you still felt same way you did before he left for tour. The worst part was how the predicament was one sided because you knew for a fact that Shawn still thought everything was going okay.

Pushing your thoughts aside figuring it was too early in the morning to be thinking about that stuff, you quietly unlocked the door. Making sure to stay quiet since Shawn was most likely still sleeping, you turned the knob to open it when it was swung open before you even had the chance to.

Initially startled, it didn’t take you long to become aware of what was happening. You instantly regretted having the phone call so close to you and Shawn’s shared home, and you knew you were going to regret looking up because when you did, you felt the heartbreak you were trying to avoid. The person who had opened the door had been none other than Shawn, and when you saw the tears brimming at his eyes, lips quivering, and shoulders sunken, you knew exactly why.

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Never say die - Chapter 11

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 1979 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her. Never say die masterlist A/N: Here you go again, sorry it’s a bit late but i try. I hope you like this one again, let me know what you think haha.

Next morning i woke up alone in my own bed. I had been hanging out with Axl last night after the party and trying to forget what exactly happened. I didn't get myself drunk at the party nor did Axl, we both were probably a bit tipsy though but not too much at all. We had played board games, chatted and joked and when we finally were watching movie, which was like 2 am already, i managed to pass out on the couch next to Axl. I wonder if he already left back his home, i thought and got up from my bed. I was still wearing the top i wore last night so i changed it to a more comfortable black t-shirt which had a Led Zeppelin logo on it. I had already changed the skirt i had last night to a nice pair of sweatpants. I went to brush my teeth and thus opened the door to bathroom. But then i saw Axl standing in front the mirror drying his long strawberry blonde hair, drops of water running down his body. It took me a while to actually realise that he was fully naked. ”Oh my god i'm so sorry! I didn't know you were still here,” i exclaimed and quickly turned around, not facing him anymore. He just chuckled, threw his towel over his left shoulder. I became a bit startled when he suddenly was standing right behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders. My heart had started to pump faster when his face came closer to mine. ”Oh, don't tell me you didn't like what you saw,” he murmured with a surprisingly low voice to my ear and i felt his amused smile. ”We could just continue where we left off last time after the bar night a while ago. Jon doesn't have to know.” I inhaled sharply air in my lungs. I didn't move and i must admit, just his voice made me already feel really aroused. ”You can't even imagine what kind of things i could do to you. After being with me, Jon would feel like a beginner compared to me. The pleasure i could give to you would blow your damn mind.” Fuck, can my body please control itself. Stupid woman hormones, shh this isn't what you want. You're with Jon, this feels too wrong. One side of me just wanted to turn around and take him right here and right now but my brain tried to assure me it wasn't right. I quickly shook my head and stepped away from Axl. ”No, no, no,” i laughed nervously and held my hands up, facing him again. He finally decided to put his towel around his waist. ”It's not gonna happen, don't even dream of it. I thought we were already over with the bar night.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. I tried my best to not look at him on his eyes. Jesus, woman. Try to control yourself. He just laughed when he saw my reaction, i noticed how much he enjoyed teasing me. ”I was only joking, honey. I'd never let you cheat Jon with anyone, he seems like a great guy,” he said, winked and grabbed his clothes. ”But if you two ever break up and you change your mind… You know where to find me.” He winked again smirking and closing the door after him and left. God, why is he like that? --- Later in the afternoon i promised to meet Steven at the studio, the other boys were doing other stuff somewhere else so it was just the two of us. I had been practicing how to play drums for weeks already, i really wanted to become a drummer as well. Steven had been seriously the best teacher ever. I had tried playing drums a few times when i was younger but i just didn't have enough time to concentrate or something. I don't even remember. I was now trying to play Nightrain and i almost nailed it but not as well as Steven obviously. I finished the song and waited for Steven's reaction but he looked like he had listened probably just half of it or if anything at all. ”Hey, Amy?” Steven asked and stood up. ”Can i ask you something?” He looked a bit unsure and tried to avoid eye contact with me for some reason. ”Yeah? Is everything alright?” i asked worried. He scratched his neck with his right hand and was quiet for a moment until quickly shook his head. ”No, it's stupid. Nevermind, let's just continue,” he said and sat on a chair next to me. ”Noo, please, you can tell me anything,” i said and squeezed his hand reassuringly which made him look at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. ”I don't know if i want to talk about this to Axl, Slash, Izzy or Duff so could you please not tell them about this?” he asked and i just nodded and let a quick 'of course' out of my mouth. ”I mean, it's just. There's this one girl –” ”Oh my god! Is my Stevie having a crush?” i asked excitedly and hugged him tightly which made Steven blush and eventually look like as red as a tomato. ”No, shut up! I didn't say that,” he said in panic and when he noticed that i was listening attentively, he had courage to continue. ”It's just, she's the most beautiful woman i've ever met. I like everything about her, seriously. Her smile, her laugh… She's just amazing overall.” He scratched his neck again and laughed nervously. ”God, i sound such a cliché.” I giggled a bit but the look Steven gave me was a sign for me to shut my mouth. ”Well, have you told about your feelings to her? You should definitely ask her out.” He sighed. ”No, i haven't told her and i'm not going to do so.” ”Why not?” i asked confused. ”I'm sure she likes you as much as you like her.” ”No, she doesn't. She's already in a relationship with someone else, i can't ruin that and embarrass myself,” he huffed and rolled his eyes. ”I just wanted to get this out of my chest, i needed to talk to someone and you feel like the right person.” ”Well, that sucks. I'm really sorry,” i said and caressed his back with my hand. He smiled a bit. ”Yeah.” ”Do i know her?” i asked curiously. ”What's her name?” He was quiet and held his breath for a while until eventually decided to answer my question. ”Yeah, you know her but the name isn't important right now,” he said nervously. ”Well, if you ever want to talk about it, i'm here okay,” i said smiling. Steven turned his head to look at me. ”Thanks, Amy,” he said, was quiet for a while and i did the same. Soon he smiled widely, stood up again and changed the subject. ”So, let's stop this girly talk. Shall we continue before the others come back?” --- It was about 6 pm and i was taking a walk with Axl. We were walking down the street, both quiet for a while. There weren't many other passers-by near us, just a few. I had my hands in my pockets and Axl put a cigarette between his teeth and lighted it. He offered me one too but i decided to refuse this time. I wasn't sure if i should have taken the incident what happened in the morning part of the conversation but he seemed to be fine ignoring it so i did the same. ”Don't you ever just want to pack your bags and go to see the world?” i asked suddenly after a long silence and got his attention. He looked at me and smiled. ”Yeah of course. I've wanted to do it too many times,” Axl said. ”I've never stepped outside of the US. I want to travel, i want to see the world,” i said smiling widely and looked at the sky. ”I've never had money to travel, all of my friends had travelled atleast to like, three different countries and i was always so jealous because i had to stay at home all the time.” ”Well, you can totally come to our tours with us in the future. I couldn't just leave you here,” he told me and chuckled which made me smile. ”And, when i become a rich rock star, i'll take you anywhere you want,” he stated very proudly which made me laugh a bit. ”I'll take you to Italy, England and even Australia. Eventually we're gonna end up eating baguettes and drinking wine at the top of the Eiffel Tower some day for sure,” he said and winked. ”Oh stop with the lies, it's gonna eventually be just beer in some cheap French bar full of old drunk French men,” i giggled and Axl just shrugged but had to agree. ”But i'll remember that okay,” i stated and pointed at him with my finger. ”You owe me a trip to Australia some day.” He looked at me, pondering it for a while and narrowing his eyes. ”Okay, well, how about this,” Axl started. ”After 5 years in 1991, on this exact day, i will knock on your apartment's door and soon we're already sitting in an airplane heading to Sydney, just the two of us or with the other guys as well, whatever you want.” I looked at his eyes, smile creeping its way on my face. ”Promise?” He smiled and offered his hand which i grabbed almost immediately. ”I promise.” We stayed quiet for a while. ”Oh by the way, when's your next gig?” i asked, breaking the short silence, and looked at him. He looked at me quickly back before he lighted a new cigarette. ”Oh, it's in two days. You should come to watch it. The audience isn't big but it's something,” he said and chuckled. ”Well, i promise to be there,” i said smiling and nodded. ”Can i ask you a question?” he said suddenly. ”I'm just curious.” ”Yeah, ask away.” ”Have you been at our concerts before like, at bigger concerts than just at a bar or something?” he asked and chuckled. I chuckled as well. ”Just one. I think you found the ticket in which i was,” i said and smiled. ”It was really really great, seriously. I hadn't had an opportunity to go to other concerts. I was born a bit too late for that,” i said laughing and rolled my eyes. It made Axl laugh a bit too. But then i thought back at the day the concert was and the moments i stood there next to Amelie and Leo, spilled my water on some random guy's neck, cried during Don't Cry and cried even more during the last song, This I Love. I tried to remember the words Axl said before the song and when i finally realised who it was dedicated, i tried to hold my tears. How didn’t i realise it until just now? Soon Axl noticed that i hadn't heard what he had said to me a few seconds ago. ”Amy? Are you alright?” Axl asked concerned and i looked at him. ”It was about me?” i whispered but Axl was now even more confused than a minute ago. ”What was about you?” he asked again but didn't have time to say anything else since i put my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He furrowed his eyebrows but put his arms around me as well. ”Hey, what's wrong?” ”Nothing,” i said and closed my eyes. ”You know i love you so much, right? I love all of you and i don't know what i'd do without you.” He was still really confused what had gotten into me but tried to smile. ”Yeah, i love you too, Amy.” He kept a short pause and whispered, ”I love you more than you can even imagine.”

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