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bexo-tic · 4 years

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Breath Play - Spencer Reid X Reader

Spencer Reid X Reader Slow Burn

Season 10 Episode 17

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The sound of heels clicking overwhelms my senses. I can’t believe I’m here, in the BAU office. Sure, I’ve been here plenty of times during my childhood to visit my uncle, but this time I came to work. My heartbeat slows as I take in the familiar smell of coffee brewing. It’s almost nostalgic, reminding me of the times I’d surprise Uncle Aaron with a visit. My heart aches a little as I think of Aunt Haley, but I push the thoughts from my mind. This is my first day and I need everything to be perfect.

“Y/N,” he smiles warmly as I peek my head into his office. I hadn’t seen Aaron since I left for college, I was too busy working on my degrees. We still called once a week, and that is why it didn’t feel forced or awkward to slide into conversation with him after 8 years.

“Well, everyone is at the table because we have a new case, I can introduce you there.” He leads me out of his office and into a small room filled with only a round table and a screen where the team waits. Their presence makes me nervous. They have all this experience with their job and probably only remember me as Aaron’s little niece if they remember me at all.

“Team, we have a new intern, Y/N Y/L/N. She’s my niece on Haley’s side.” He clears his throat after mentioning her and I can tell he isn’t as over it as everyone would assume. “This is Derek Morgan, Kate Calahan, Jennifer Jereau, David Rossi, and Spencer Reid. And our Tech Analyst Penelope Garcia.”

“Save the pleasantries, Aaron. She knows me,” David says as he gets up to hug me. The smell of his cologne fills my lungs, but not in an overbearing way. He cups my face in his hands. “You’re all grown up; it’s hard to believe.”

“I don’t think I believe it yet either,” I laugh as I sit down and he goes back to his seat.

“I hate to interrupt the joy, but we need to get to Wisconsin, also known as the lovely badger state, home of milk and cheese,” Penelope says. She goes into explaining the case and how the bodies of 3 women had been discovered as late as this morning. I tense my body to keep from shivering at the sight of their photos.

That might be the part that always gets to me, seeing the photos of the victims happy and smiling. I can’t imagine their faces once they realized what was going to happen to them. I watch as they discuss the case, their energy, and ideas building off each other. It happens so smoothly and effortlessly like they aren’t talking about murders. But to them this is normal, maybe they’re a little desensitized to it.

“Whether he knows the victims or not, he’s hit his stride and he’s not gonna take time to cool off. Wheels up in 30,” Aaron says, distracting me from my thoughts. I grab the “go bag” I left in my uncle’s office which is better described as a suitcase on the edge of exploding. It was my first trip and I didn’t know how long we’d stay so I panic-packed what was probably too much clothing. As I leave the office I bump into something hard. I look up and see Derek.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry. I didn’t even look and-” He holds up a hand to stop my rambling.

“It’s fine, it takes more than a suitcase to knock me down,” he says with a smile. I let out a relieved sigh and he continued talking.

“Rossi says you’re fresh out of college. What degrees do you have?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Psychology and a Masters in Criminal Justice.”

“And you’re how old?”

“26, I just took a lot of summer classes,” I shrug.

“Sounds a little like Reid,” he laughs. “Real smart guy, been here since he was 24. He graduated high school at 12.” I feel my jaw open and quickly try to close it.

“That’s um- wow.”

“Insane, I know. Let me help you get to the jet.”

“Yeah, thanks. I was going to ask my uncle where to go.”

“So is having Hotch as an uncle the same as having him as a boss?”

“Mm, I’d say yeah. He’s pretty reserved, but once you’ve known him long enough you can read him like a book. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you, it’s more like he’s too busy thinking to remember to talk to you.”

“Sounds about right,” he chuckles. “Set your bag here and just through that door is the jet.”

“Oh, thanks again for showing me.”

“No problem, Y/N.” He walked onto the plane. It felt strange hearing him call me by my first name when everyone else was referred to by their last name. But maybe I was reading too much into it. It was my first day and we couldn’t have made a bond as he had with everyone else in the 5-minute walk to the jet. I took a deep breath to calm my thoughts and walked through the door.

Already they were discussing the case again. Hearing them bounce ideas off each other and analyze was almost comforting if you forgot they were talking about a murderer. Their dynamic was so in tune like they all held the same vibration. Part of me didn’t want to speak and mess up the flow of the conversation.

“Alright Dave and Reid, go to the Medical Examiner with Em. Morgan and Kate go to the newest crime scene. JJ and I will interview friends and family at the station,” Aaron announced. My fingertips began to tingle with anticipation. This is happening! A part of me was excited to be here. I’d always admired my uncle when I was younger for putting away the bad guys and here I was beside him. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I tried desperately to calm down. It was my first case and I was determined not to mess this up. I didn’t want Aaron thinking I couldn’t handle this and sending me home, so I was determined to keep a calm demeanor.

<<< >>>

“Cartilage around the windpipe was damaged, but the COD was actually a crushed trachea,” the examiner says as he leads us to the victims’ bodies.

“I’m surprised Emma didn’t go into cardiac arrest before then,” Spencer says, looking back at me and David. I nod in agreement because I don’t have anything to counter with. I question why Aaron even sent me with them to the M.E. when I don’t have enough experience to be much help here.

“Nobody has sex for 6 straight hours, not even sting,” David says, pulling my attention back to the report. That’s where it should be. “Maybe he’s interacting with them beforehand.”

“Nonetheless, it’s an endurance test. He’d have to be in pretty great physical shape,” Spencer says. I try to form my own ideas as they talk, to just bring something to the table and not feel like I’m useless and watching from the sidelines.

“Well, do you think strangulation is just the dispatching method, then?” David asks.

“Erotic asphyxiation,” I call from behind them. They both turn to look at me and I feel my heart move up my throat. “I mean, the bruising from repeated strangling and releasing is similar to that.”

“If that’s the case, isn't the pleasure usually all for the recipient?”

“Maybe not for him,” Spencer answers. “Cutting off his victim’s air supply might be how he satisfies his own urges.”

I sigh, I might have just contributed something. I don't want them to think I can’t do anything to help. My eyes wander to the other victims. She has the same bruising as the other victim except her hair is blonde, Donna Rayburn. She almost looks like me, but her eyes are blue, not the dark brown I got from my dad. Noticing all our similarities makes me itch and I feel exposed. I jump when a hand touches my back.

“Hey, we’re heading back to discuss everything with the team,” David says. “Are you alright?”

I can feel Spencer’s eyes burning into me from behind, he’s not very good at acting like he isn’t listening to our conversation. I can’t help but wonder if he thinks I’m even qualified to be here; his intelligence is a little intimidating. He could probably profile circles around me.

“I’m fine, just nervous. First day jitters,” I smile in what I hope is a convincing way. David leads me to the car and I sit in the back on the way to the station. Looking out the window keeps me distracted and I let my mind wander. I wonder how the people who live here feel about the news. Everyone says “It could never happen here”, but somehow it always does.

“Six hours is a long time, especially late at night, for someone to be held and no one to hear anything,” Aaron says as David, Spencer and I make it to the table. Again they delved into a conversation trying to connect the victims. So far, the only thing they had in common was their interactions with the unsub. After what seemed like hours of discussion, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up to find coffee.

I found my way to a small kitchen with two coffee pots in it. I grabbed a guest mug and poured in the steaming liquid, leaving enough room for the cream and sugar packets on the counter. A voice behind me makes me jump.

“Did you know Hawaii is the only state in the U.S. that grows coffee?” I turn and find Spencer standing there with his thermos in his hands.

“Um no?”

“Yeah, the ideal coffee growing conditions require high altitudes, rich soil, and tropical climates.”

“Do you start every conversation off with facts?” I ask with a laugh.

“Mostly,” he smiles. “Oh, and I wouldn’t drink that coffee if I were you. Hotch just said we’re heading back to the hotel and regrouping in the morning.”

I checked the time on my phone, 11:33 PM. No wonder I was so tired, with the jet ride and busy day we had. The ride to the hotel felt like it lasted a few minutes, so I must have dozed off in the car. Aaron handed me the key to my room which I shared with JJ. I barely had time to shower before I fell asleep in the white sheets of the bed.

<<< >>>

I couldn’t believe the unsub killed again last night. I knew he would kill again, but it didn’t feel right that I hadn’t noticed. How did we all fall asleep so easily when the murderer we were trying to find had claimed a new victim? And here I was walking around Lynn Boyd’s house as everyone scurried around for evidence. I find my way into her bedroom.

“The bindings, the silk scarf, the rough sex. He’s using ‘Bare Reflections’ to choose his victims,” Rossi says. Finally, another step forward. Last night we concluded the unsub would be a married man, but it didn’t give us much to go off of. A call to Garcia would help us understand more.

‘If this book is mainstream, then his victim pool is large.”

“Garica, did any of the other victims besides Lynn own a copy?” JJ asks.

“Mary Healy had it on her tablet. Donna Rayburn checked it out from the library twice. Emma and Lynn both purchased copies locally.”

Although the book tied our victims together, who even knew how many other married women in the comfort zone owned the book as well. The list of possible targets would be too long to help us tie it back to the unsub.

“And- hey, a lot of the saucy texts are direct quotes from the book,” Garcia says. “Oh! Speaking of texts, I culled them from that he met Mary via message board, Donna at a coffee shop, Emma at the gym, and Lynn, he met Lynn using a fake profile on a discreet dating website for married people.”

“Thanks, Garcia,” Rossi said, ending the call.

“Profile?” JJ asked. He nodded in response. The ride back to the station passed in a blink. Maybe it was the satisfaction I was feeling. My fingertips tingled because we were so close to finally catching this guy.

“Based on area demographics, we believe that we’re looking for a physically fit white male in his mid-30s to early 40s,” Aaron starts.

“He’s a homicidal dominant with an interest in role-play,” Callahan continues. They build off each other so smoothly, and the rest of the team keeps it going.

“We believe his charisma has allowed him to latch onto women who are interested in a popular erotic romance novel called ‘Bare Reflections’.”

“In it, a sheltered female teacher falls for a handsome mogul with a dark past who forces her into a submissive role.”

“Despite her initial worries, Amber Stone finds she can’t live without Carson Bare, warts and all.”

“We believe the unsub and his victims are consensually recreating a scenario from this book.”

“In that scene, Carson introduces Amber to BDSM by binding her to a bed as they have rough sex.”

“The unsub uses this role play to get his victims into a vulnerable position before his fantasy takes hold.”

”This has provided the unsub with a victim pool who have dropped their guard.”

“His first victims were single, but his last two were married. This escalation indicates that he may be married himself and probably has a family.”

“This unsubs M.O. takes patience and caution, and is firmly rooted in a need-based desire, which means he won’t be stopping anytime soon. Thank you.” Aaron says, ending the profile presentation. I look back at the crime scene photos trying to piece together the puzzle. I notice Reid quickly skimming through the pages of “Bare Reflections”.

“Are you even reading it?” I ask.

“I can read 20,000 words per minute, so yes.” He doesn't even have to look up when he responds.

“Robot,” I say under my breath as I roll my eyes, but from his smirk, I can tell he heard me.

“There’s not a single mention of erotic asphyxiation anywhere,” he says as Rossi and a detective approach us.

“It’s the unsub’s fetish then.” Rossi’s brows furrow.

“He’s a charmer that knows that some people lose themselves in the moment and others stop at nothing to please their partners,” my thoughts come out loud as I walk towards them. “Somehow he makes his victims feel safe enough to abandon their hard limit.”

“What’s a hard limit?” the detective asks.

“It’s a common BDSM practice. Hard limits are anything that’s an automatic no-go. It differs by person and taste,” Rossi states.

“And a soft limit is an in which a submissive hesitates or places strict conditions on,” Reid pipes up.

“I had no idea that world had so many regulations. Where does he find somebody like-minded?”

“In “Bare Reflections”, Carson Bare takes Amber to an event called a munch.”

“Which is?”

“According to the book, it’s a social gathering for people interested in BDSM.”

“Where the heck do you find that?”

“We should call Garcia.” Reid nods at Rossi.

“I found one,” he says, showing his simple google search. While Rossi and Callahan go to the munch, the rest of us stay behind to go over the case files.

<<< >>>

“He knew crossing state lines would make it more difficult to link the crimes,” Aaron says about the three prostitute murders Garcia has just brought up.

“That’s a very different cooling-off period. I wonder what was so special about those dates,” Detective Pierce questions. Reid grabs an expo marker and turns to the nearest board.

“First kills were in 2000, 2007, and then he went dormant until last year. What triggers him?” He writes all the dates on the board.

“Deaths in the family,” Aaron asks.

“He could keep losing jobs?”

“These are sex crimes so what interferes with sex drive? Children,” Callahan offers. “The addition of a child would disrupt even the happiest of couples.”

“More specifically the births,” Reid nods and you can see the gears in his head turning. “What if each of these kills corresponds to the births of the unsub’s own children?”

“Garcia, how many men in the hunting zone had a child in 2000?”

“16 and because I already know what the follow-up question is going to be, 5 had their second child 8 years ago, and two had their third last year.”

“Were either one of them busted for something like peeping or exposure?” I ask.

“Yes and no, there's a Patrick Jon Murphy. He’s a physical therapist, here’s the thing he was never actually arrested. I do have some sealed family court docs, though, that I’m about to unseal and learn … Oh, when he was 12, he witnessed his neighbor strangle his wife to death in a sex game gone bad.”

“Even though he was only a witness, that moment created a single event imprint on his love map and probably started his interest in breath play.”

“Is his wife interested in BDSM?”

“Uh, no, doesn’t look like it. The Murphy’s have been in and out of couple’s therapy for years.”

“The therapy roller coaster may have been due to intermittent periods of frustration then bliss surrounding the murders.”

“And his urges increase during periods of non-intimacy.”

“If the unsub’s trigger was the birth of his kids, why change the victimology and accelerate the kills now?” I ask.

“I think the guilt he’s felt has been alleviated by ‘Bare Reflections’, and the intense female interest in it has justified his impulses,” Reid answers. Our phones beep as Garcia sends us his address and we race out the door. His house isn’t even that far from the station, it’s crazy that he’s been under our noses the whole time. JJ and Reid come out of the house looking defeated.

“He’s at the nanny’s house, we’ve gotta move!” We don't even have time to buckle up before we're barreling down the road. When we arrive at the house I can see a girl standing at the front door.

"You two take the front of the house, I'm going around back," Morgan declares. I can see him run after the unsub on foot as Callahan grabs the girl inside the house. That must be his daughter. The rest of us storm inside, clearing each room as we make our way through the house. Calls from upstairs lead us into the bedroom where we find a woman tied to her bed. Immediately we untie her as a medic comes in to check her out.

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“So, how was your first case?” Aaron asks as he sits across from me on the jet.

“Um, intense,” I nod and he laughs. “But I really enjoyed helping solve it.”

“I knew you had it in you.” He squeezes my hand. “Want some coffee?”

“No thanks, I’m gonna try to sleep before we land.” I curl into my chair and try to let the tension release from my body as I fall asleep.

#spencer x you #spencer reid #criminal minds #derek morgan #david rossi #kate callahan #jennifer jereau #aaron hotch hotchner #penelope garcia #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader

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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years

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A Speedster, A Nuclear Bomb, and a Worn Down Walkman (Ch.1)

pairing: peter maximoff/fem!Wilson!reader

summary: Y/n Wilson is the only child of the renowned X-Man Deadpool. When Y/n is asked to enroll in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters by Charles Xavier himself, she has no choice but to accept; much to the dismay of her father. Y/n isn’t used to the knew surroundings or the constant stress of her mutation. All she wanted to do was disappear. Little did Y/n know, she caught the eyes of a certain speedster who wasn’t planning on letting her fade away anytime soon.

req: Hey, I was wondering if you could write something about dating peter maximoff and being deadpools kid - @8-eight-8

warnings: none, rlly

notes: FUCK YEAH!!! IM BACK TO WRITING THIS SERIES BABEY. sorry this took so long, i swear it wont take this long next time. also 2.5k words to make up for it hell yeah!

PREVIOUS: prologue

taglist: @creator-appreciator, @wallows-spring

Saying that life at the academy was hectic would be a severe understatement; your first few days were filled to the brim with endless placement assessments and class work and first impressions. It was as if you were meeting every person at once, each new smiling face and unique name immediately leaving your brain after mere seconds of talking. It was overwhelming and chaotic and at one point you felt as if you had begun to spiral in the first week-- worst of all, you were beginning to miss your father. However, there was one person who stuck in your mind like a fly to a gluetrap-- Peter Maximoff.

Peter was made of pure adrenaline, constantly on the move at high speeds as if he would cease to exist if he were to stand still. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to land himself right next to you anywhere you went. You’re not exactly complaining, though, you quite like having Peter around. He’s like your anchor, a person you can lean on when everyone and everything becomes too much-- not to mention Peter’s physical appearance. His features were refined and smooth, as if he was carved from marble by Michelangelo himself. He always had a grin on his face, his eyes lighting up like Fourth of July fireworks that you just can’t look away from.

Similarly, Peter was still having trouble processing… you. You were like an ethereal being, an inhuman gracefulness and beauty following you everywhere you went. You brightened up rooms, your laugh could make the saddest person feel uplifted, your eyes were abyss-like pools that made Peter feel fuzzy whenever they locked with him. Peter couldn’t stay away from you if he tried-- you were magnetic, an invisible force pulling him closer and closer until he got close enough to smell the shampoo you use. Everything about you was amazing and perfect and pristine to him-- he would be lying if he claimed he didn’t have a crush on you. Unfortunately for Peter, you were completely and totally out of his league. In fact, you were so out of his league that the mere thought of you liking him seemed about as realistic as a fever dream. For now, Peter was content with being your friend.

Meanwhile, Charles was attempting to settle on one of the hardest dilemmas of his lifetime. Originally, Charles had invited you to the academy to attempt to control your mutation. Hank had run various tests to get an idea of exactly how strong you’d become, and the results were shocking. Long story short, both Charles and Hank had come to the conclusion that you were a ticking time bomb. With every day that passes your manipulation of energy expands, reigning in more and more force by the second. The process is gradual and slow, but with time, you would lose your ability to contain the energy. Keeping you in the academy would be your only chance at stopping your inevitable destination, but that would also put the rest of the students at risk. Then again, you were useful; having you on the X-Men team would help save so many people. For the first time in what felt like years, Charles didn’t know what to do.

“Hank,” The British man called. “If you were the equivalent to a timed explosive, would you… would you want to know?”

“I’m sorry?” Hank’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I just… I’m not sure if I should tell Y/n about her… situation.” Hank nods in understanding before inhaling deeply.

“Charles, she’s only been here a few days. She’s barely settled in-- give her time to… warm up to the place.” Hank replies. That doesn’t help Charles’s situation.

“And after that? After she’s settled in?” Hank sighs. He’s not sure what to do either-- all Hank really knows is that he wants whatever's best for you. Hank had come to enjoy your presence through the last few days. You were kind and paid attention to Hank and his interests. It was refreshing-- Hank wasn’t used to having some be genuinely impressed by his work.

“You have to tell her eventually, Charles. You’re only hurting her by hiding it.” Charles groans and leans back in his chair. He was truly dreading this conversation-- he had no doubt in his mind that you’d want what’s best for the other students; Wade mentioned that you had a habit of putting others' needs and feelings before your own.

“Thank you, Hank. That’ll be all.” He waves the other man out of the room, allowing himself to be left to his own thoughts. Charles’s head ached as he glanced at the report Hank had written on you, one specific observation jumping out at the distressed man: “Y/n Wilson is as much an evolutionary breakthrough as she is a safety hazard-- she must learn to contain her power; if she’s successful, she’ll be one of the most powerful mutants ever recorded. If she fails-- if we fail, the consequences will be as catastrophic and destructive as a nuclear explosive. Proceed with caution.”

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The sound of confused giggles and hurried footsteps echo through the hallway as Peter gently tugs you along, turning to glance at you every now and then. Peter knew you were having trouble getting comfortable with the other students, and he was determined to change that. He had a small group of friends that were eager to meet you-- Peter managed to bring you up in every conversation he’s had with anyone in the past week.

“Peter, where are we going?” You question as Peter turns around a corner. He just shoots a smile back at you before quickly pulling you into his bedroom-- a bunch of students sitting in various places on the floor. You can recognize a few faces from the hallways, but other than that they’re mostly strangers. Except for one-- I can recognize Kurt from the library.

“Alright, so, uh, I thought that maybe you’d want to meet some of my friends. Just to-- uhm-- just to get more used to some of the people here.” Peter’s stomach flutters as you grin at him.

“You did this for me?” Peter nodded before your attention was quickly drawn away from him and to the people around the room. Peter is quick to introduce you to all his friends.

“Uh, Kurt, Jubilee, Scott, Jean, Ororo, this is Y/n,” A blue teenager materializes in front of me almost instantly.

“We met already but it is nice to meet you again,” He grins a toothy grin, his hand extending to shake mine. I’m soon met by a boy wearing odd goggles, presumably Scott, then Jubilee, then Ororo, then finally, Jean. They were all friendly and unique and oddly comforting in a way, regardless of the fact that they were all a full decade younger than you and Peter.

“What’s the best way to get to know someone?” Scott asks, glancing at Jubilee. She smirks back at him.

“In all 16 years of living, I’ve come to learn that the single best way to get to know someone's personality is via the ancient practice of Truth or Dare.” She grins wildly.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know if--” You can hear Peter inhale sharply as Scott pulls him onto the floor, the other students following suit and soon forming a circle on the floor. Jubilee tugs you down by your sleeve.

“Alright, who’s first?” Jean quips. Everyone exchanges a look before settling on Peter.

“Oh, uhm… Kurt, truth or dare?” Everyone seems to be disappointed by Peter’s selection, but they continue nevertheless.

“Truth.” Peter bites his lip while he attempts to think of a question to ask, and you can’t help but stare. The silver speedster is undeniably cute-- you’ll willfully admit that any day. “Out of everyone here, who do you think is the smartest?”

“Well, both you and Y/n are much older than ze rest of us, so it’s one von of you two-- sorry Jean, zey just have more experience. Uh, I guess Y/n since I vonce saw Peter try to catch a bird with his bare hands.” You laugh out loud at this new discovery and Peter’s face burns a light red.

“Alright, Kurt, it’s your turn.” Jean says. The blue boy scans the crowd before choosing the next victim.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” All eyes turned to you expectantly. You were never a coward, so you took the most logical route.

“Dare.” The entire group jitters with excitement, anticipation for what odd things Kurt would make you do circulating in the air.

“I dare you… to hold hands with Peter for ze rest of ze game.” Scott and Jean both huff in disappointment as Jubilee and Ororo gaze at Kurt with such fury it was as if they were trying to kill him. This dare was odd, sure, but you weren’t one to back down.

“Easy peasy,” You quip as you hold out your hand for Peter to take. He laces your fingers with yours and immediately your entire arm feels as if it had just been jostled awake. The feeling of Peter’s hand in yours is foreign, but incredibly welcome. His hands are warm.

“My turn, right?” You ask, trying to forget the fact that Peter’s hand is entangled with yours. “Jubilee, truth or dare?”

“Truth, and make it good.” She grins.

“Whose mutation do you think is the least useful out of everyone in this circle?” Jubilee glances around the circle.

“Depends. I don’t know what yours is,” she trails off for a moment. “And I don’t wanna be mean…”

“My mutation is energy manipulation-- I can control the energy that’s constantly being produced.” Peter’s grip on your hand tightens a bit as Jube’s eyes widen.

“Okay, that’s fucking awesome so definitely not yours,” she exclaims. “Kurt and Peter are useful in combat, Jean is useful in getting information, Ororo and Scott are both super powerful-- I think my mutation is the least useful.”

“Don’t say that, Jubilee,” Scott says from across the circle. “You’re useful sometimes.” Jean cringes at his words and both Jubilee and Kurt laugh aloud. Scott seems unaware of his mistake.

“Thanks, Scott,” The young girl said before returning to the game. “Alright, my turn again? Ororo, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Ororo smirks. She’s quite pretty, her hair looked soft and shimmery-- not dissimilar to Peter’s.

“I dare you to knock the power out of the entire mansion for a full five minutes.” Ororo complies, a large clap of thunder echoing through the mansion as the room goes dark. Ororo had created a large thunderstorm to cover for the power outage, lightning and rain wailing down on the windows. Peter grips your hand tightly, his muscles tensing as he shuts his eyes for a moment. The other students are consumed by their chatter and laughter in the darkness.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask softly. Peter is jumpy and nervous, but he doesn’t want to seem cowardly in front of you.

“Y-yeah, I’m just not the b-biggest fan of thunderstorms,” You can tell he’s trying to act tough. Gently, you run your thumb over his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down.

“Don’t worry, silver, the storm will pass. For now, I can distract you if you’d like me to,” You offer. Peter looks at you for a moment, and his heart skips a beat. You’re kind and sweet and selfless, you’re considerate and caring and wonderful and Peter is in awe of you.

“A distraction would be nice.” Peter said quietly, wincing at the weakness in his voice. He was almost 30 years old, one of the oldest among the group in the room and he was cowering because of a little thunder. He felt ashamed and small-- it really was no shocker that you were out of his league. However, when you flipped his hand over and began tracing shapes on his palm with your finger, all of his worries melted away for a moment.

After a while, Ororo switched the lights back on and dispersed the storm outside, the group of teens returning to the antics almost instantaneously. You pulled your hands away from Peter reluctantly.

“Well, uh, I better get going-- I have some work to do.” You say as you stand up. “It was lovely to meet all of you, this game was pretty fun. I’ll see you around.” You can hear Peter scramble behind you, quickly following you out of the room as if he were a lost puppy. You walked in silence for a while, Peter’s strides in sync with yours as you made your way to your bedroom. You admired the detailed architecture along the walls as you walked, various small symbols were scattered across the wallpaper. You didn’t realize you’d reached your bedroom until you were standing face-to-face with the door.

“Thank you.” Peter says, his voice low and raspy. He’s not looking at you, his eyes glued to the floor.

“For what?” The shameful feelings returned as Peter kept his eyes on the floor. He feels like a baby-- a whiny baby who gets afraid during thunderstorms and has trouble articulating his thoughts and feelings. It made him so frustrated when he couldn’t find the words to say what needed to be said-- his mind just moved too fast to grip onto any coherent thoughts. When he glanced into your eyes, he managed to get something out.

“It’s just that I know a lot of people who would make fun of me for being as old as I am and so easily scared.” You smiled softly, a hint of sadness in your eyes. Peter didn’t want you to pity him, but at this point he just needed to express his gratitude. “Thank you for… not being one of those people.” You took his face gently in your hands and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Anytime, Maximoff. Anytime.” You smiled before opening your bedroom door and stepping inside. The first thing you notice is that the books on your desk have been knocked over. Then, you realize that there was someone standing behind you.

You yelp, whipping around and shooting out a blast of energy. You didn’t even expel that much force, but the figure is launched into the wall. It’s only then that you realize this figure was actually your father.

“Dad? What the fuck are you doing here?!” You shout as you rush to help him off the floor.

“What, I need a reason to come see my daughter?” He jokes as he pops his arm back into its socket. He looks worried, but he masks it with a smile. “It just happens that Charles wanted to see me the same day I came to visit you.”

“Charles wants to see you? Why?” You ask as Wade pulls you into a hug. A cough from the doorway startles you apart, and a very anxious looking Hank is standing in the doorway.

“Looks like we’re about to find out,”

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hxneymalfxy · 4 years

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a first for everything. [one]

summary: when you get accepted into hogwarts for a transfer year, you are beyond ecstatic. however, you soon find out a change in enviornment won’t be your only problem. draco malfoy, the most dramatic boy in your year, has been chosen to keep an eye on you throughout your entire year. what on earth could go wrong?

genre: angst, fluff,

word count: 2k

pairing: prefect!draco malfoy x ilvermorny!reader

part/s: intro // one // two // to be continued

tag-list: @drawlfoy (comment below if you’d like to be added!)

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Your first day had started in the worst way possible. Not only were you late to breakfast, but you barely had any time to eat since classes started at nine sharp. Here you were, thinking that adjusting to a new school would be as easy as plucking a flower.

You’d obviously underestimated everything. Luckily enough, Hermione was nice enough to help you find your way around. Well, at least she tried to help you. It was such a short encounter in the hallway that you weren’t even able to catch on to most of what she said. Add all of the loud voices and the shuffling of all of the students to the situation, and she was barely audible even though she stood right in front of you.

The moment she was no longer in your line of sight, you sighed heavily, ultimately giving up on ever finding where Flying lessons were going to take place. And that brings you to where you are now. All alone in the hallway, contemplating whether or not you should still go to your class or just wait it out at the library.

For Hogwarts having such a hefty fee, you’d expect there to be signs guiding you to your classes. Or for heaven’s sake, even just map! You glanced at your wrist watch to see that a full ten minutes had already passed since classes had started.

Great [Y/N], first day at Hogwarts and you’ve already messed it up.

Just when all hope seemed to be lost, you heard the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall calling your name. You smiled as you spun to face her, thanking whoever was up there for letting you run into her.

“Ms. [Y/L/N]! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” She exclaimed as her arm came up to wrap itself around your shoulders. “Quickly now, it’s urgent!” McGonagall said with determination set on her face.

“Er- Professor, where are we going? With all due respect, I really don’t want to be even more late to my first class.” You said as nicely as you could, trying to keep up with her fast pace.

“Oh nonsense, I’ll have you excused from the morning classes. Now quickly, we need to head to Dumbledore’s office.” She said, looking down at you with a warm smile.

Dumbledore’s office? Insane! You hadn’t even been here a week and you were already being summoned by the Headmaster himself! And worse, you didn’t even know why.

“Professor, may I ask why we’re going to Headmaster Dumbledore’s office? I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” You asked as calmly as you could, trying to tone down the panic in your voice.

At that McGonagall laughed in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the other on-going classes. “Oh of course not, dear. As for why we’re heading up, I think it’s best for Dumbledore to tell you himself.”

The both of you now stood in front a Phoenix statue, with a warm light gracing the top of it’s head. Professor McGonagall stepped in front of you and casted a short spell with her wand. She stepped back to your side and watched as the statue started to spin, revealing the set of spiraling stairs leading up to what you could only guess was Dumbledore’s office.

You were more nervous than ever, anxiously anticipating what was supposedly so important for you to skip your morning classes. You didn’t notice it, but your right foot had started tapping lightly on the stone ground trying to calm down your nervous jitters.

“Up you go [Y/L/N].” McGonagall said as her arm guided you to the spiraling steps. You started walking up, turning every few steps to see if McGonagall was still behind you.

Once at the top, she knocked twice before finally entering the room with you at her side.

“Headmaster, Ms. [Y/L/N] is here.” She announced as she urged you to walk up closer to his table.

Dumbledore looked up from his table, adjusting his glasses in the process. He flashed you warm smile, his eyes squinting once finally seeing you. “Ah, Ms. [Y/N]. Please, sit.”

Swallowing up your anxiety, you walked up the small platform where his desk stood. Before sitting however, you noticed that there was another person. Your eyes met who you realized was Professor Snape- only knowing who he was because of Harry and Ron’s ridiculous jokes about him the night before- who stood tall in his black attire. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, and acted as if you weren’t in the room at all.

You shook your head discreetly, trying to get yourself to focus on why you were here on the first place. Hastily, you take your seat on the tall maroon chair, awaiting what Dumbledore had to say.

“So [Y/N], how are you liking Hogwarts so far?” Dumbledore asked causally as he sipped on his cup of tea.

Was this what Dumbledore wanted to speak about? You wondered. If this was all he had to say, then this could’ve definitely waited until after classes.

Clearing your throat, you reply to his question. “It’s lovely here, Professor. Although, it is sort of a hassle getting around without any help.” You say embarrassingly with a slight smile forming on your lips.

Dumbledore chuckles at your response. “Oh I bet it is. Have none of your housemates tried to help you?” He asked in curiosity.

“Oh! Yes, Hermione Granger. She’s quite kind, actually.” You say reassuringly, not wanting the Headmaster to think lowly of your house. If anything, you were grateful that you were sorted into Gryffindor. If you were sorted into any other house, you weren’t sure if you’d get along with any of them. Especially Slytherin.

Dumbledore hummed in response, now fully averting his attention to Professor Snape.

“Severus, where is Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore asked as Snape groaned in annoyance.

You made a mental note to not get on Snape’s bad side. Although, that would be hard to live up to since he was head of Slytherin house. To keep yourself entertained while they conversed with each other, you played with the fabrics of your robes. Boring, but it was something to keep you from making a fool out of yourself.

“He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago, my apologies Headmaster.” Snape said in his deep voice. He kept his posture the same way, not moving a single inch. It made you wonder if the man ever blinked.

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak to you once more, the door opened. You looked over on the right side of the chair to see who it was. You wish you hadn’t.

There he stood, in all his glory, the same boy you had clumsily bumped into upon your arrival. You quickly whipped your head back to face Dumbledore. Your eyes were wide and your mouth was pressed into a thin line. Why in the world was he here?

Of all people to be in the same room in, it had to be him didn’t it? The universe definitely wasn’t on your side today. But then again, when has it ever been?

Your hands clasped each other, and you placed them on your lap as you contemplated making a run for the door.

“Mr. Malfoy, about time.” Dumbledore said, this time with less amusement in his voice. “Take a seat next to Ms. [Y/L/N] please.”

You swallowed hard, still slightly embarrassed for what happened the day before. He took the seat next to you, not acknowledging you at all. Did all Slytherins act this way? You kept your eyes on Dumbledore’s desk, trying to avoid having to speak to the blonde haired boy next to you.

“Now that you’re both here, let’s get to the situation at hand shall we?” Dumbledore said as he stood, making his way towards the front of his desk.

You could hear the Malfoy guy groan under his breath, clearly not wanting to be in this room any longer than you did.

“Now it’s no surprise that Ms. [Y/L/N] here is new. She’s obviously had trouble navigating her way around all of the halls. Not to mention the hassle she must go through adjusting to new lessons. That being said, I believe it’s best that she has someone to guide her.” He said as he looked down at the both of you, eyes alternating between yours and his.

Oh go no. He wasn’t gonna do what you thought he would do, would he? No, no he couldn’t. The both of you were from completely different houses, that could never work!

“Now Draco, I take it that you’re very proud of your Prefect position?” Dumbledore asked with curiosity laced in his sentence.

“Yes, but what does that have anything to do with the newbie over here?” He- Draco- said as his head made a gesture towards you.

Newbie? Excuse your pretentious ass. You thought quietly to yourself.

For the first time since last night, the both of you made eye contact. His face was painted with annoyance, clearly not wanting to engage any further. You crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows, not breaking your eye contact.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, ultimately ending the short stare down you had with Draco. He rolled his eyes and put his attention back on Dumbledore.

“It has been decided that you, Draco Malfoy, will help Ms. [Y/N] for the majority of her time here at Hogwarts.”

“What!?” You both yelled in unison.

You couldn’t believe it. There was no way in hell that you were going to let this happen. Merlin’s Beard, you barely knew the guy and now he was your babysitter for the rest of the school year?

“P-Professor, I really don’t think that’s necessary. I mean, I have my other housemates to help me out.” You said as convincingly as you could.

“Yeah what she said! And besides, I have more important things to do rather than be some babysitter.” Draco said, clearly angered to have Dumbledore speak lowly to him.

The guy was scary when he was angry, but it surprisingly didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would have. But that was besides the point! You and blondie clearly wanted nothing to do with each other, but Dumbledore seemed to see past this.

“All decisions are final. Now if you would, please help [Y/N] over here find her way. We don’t want her missing anymore of her classes now do we?” Dumbledore said.

There was no way you could change it now. Dumbledore was set on having Malfoy be your personal guide for the rest of the year. You let out a defeated sigh as he gestured for both of you to leave his office.

You could see Draco from the corner of your eye clearly pissed. He grabbed his bag and stormed to the door without waiting for you to collect your things. Hastily, you grab your bag and make your way to the door.

Before you could leave however, Dumbledore called out your name.

“Enjoy your stay at Hogwarts, Ms. [Y/N].” He said, and you sighed heavily not wasting anymore time to reply to him.

You ran down the spiral stair case, nearly out of breath as you tried to catch up to he guy you’d be glued to for the next year. He was already in the middle of the hallway when you reached the bottom of the staircase, and you ran to reach him.

“Hey, you couldn’t have at least waited for me?” You said once you finally reached him.

He groaned and turned to face you. His sudden movement startled you, causing you to stumble back a bit. “Oh I’m so very sorry your highness, is there anything else I should do for you?” He said with sarcasm laced in his voice. He rolled his eyes and continued to walk on about, not waiting for your response.

“Well it’s not like I wanted this to happen! Look if you could just help me find my way, then I’ll gladly leave you alone.” You said, trying to reason with stubborn boy in front of you.

At that he laughed. “And what makes you think that I’m actually going help you?”

Was he being serious right now? “Uh, because Dumbledore said so?” You replied with an obvious tone.

He laughed harder this time, stopping to put his hand on the wall for support. “Listen, if you think that I’m actually going to listen to that sorry excuse of a Headmaster, then you’re completely delusional.”

You looked at him in awe. This guy had his head so far up his ass that he genuinely thought he was above the Headmaster of the school! If anything, he was the delusional one.

“And for him to think that I would actually help some peasant like you-“ But Draco never got to finish his sentence.

You’d had enough of his tantrum, so you stepped forwards and pressed your finger into his chest, ultimately leaving him with his back against the cool, stone wall. It was barely 10AM, and here you arguing with some entitled jerk in the open hallway.

“What do you think you’re doing? I’ll have you know that my father will hear about this!” He said as he looked down on you. You looked up at the boy, shooting daggers at him with your stare.

“I really don’t give a damn if you tell your daddy or not, Draco! Now you either help me figure out a reasonable solution for the both of us, or I tell Dumbledore that you left me all alone, resulting in me missing all of my morning classes. You choose!” You said, not once breaking eye contact with him. Your finger was still jabbed into his chest, and your face was painted with such annoyance and anger that you wondered if you were going to be able to feel any other emotion ever again.

Tension was thick in the air. There was a long pause before Draco had finally huffed in defeat. “Fine, [Y/L/N]! I’ll go through with it. But don’t get used to it, newbie.” He replied.

You smiled in victory. You stepped back, allowing him to lead to your next class. He hit your shoulder as he walked forward, causing you to stumble a bit. You huffed and hurried over to the boy who yet again, hadn’t bothered waiting for you.

“Give me your schedule.” He said impatiently with his hand out.

You rummaged through your bag and finally found the paper scroll. Before you could even hand it to him, he quickly snatched it from your grip. He opened it and groaned in frustration.

“Oh bloody hell, how brilliant! We have all of our classes together.” He said as he threw your schedule back without even bothering to roll it up again.

You sighed, giving up on actually hearing some good news. “Perfect. Just perfect.” You said with as much sarcasm you could pack in that sentence.

You two continued to walk together, with him occasionally telling you to hurry up. The moment you two finally reached the classroom, he pulled you back before you could enter.

“I swear to Merlin [Y/L/N], if you mention this to anyone, you’re dead.” He said pointing his finger into your forehead. You quickly replied, swatting his hand away and rubbing your forehead where he had dug his finger into.

The both of you entered the classroom and separated from each other as quickly as you could. You walked up the opposite steps to the desks, taking a spot next to some Ravenclaw girl. You were glad to finally be rid of him, able to breathe properly again.

“Ms. [Y/L/N], Mr. Malfoy, how nice of the both you to finally join the rest of the class.” Professor Flitwick said, greeting the both of you with a cheery smile. You slid down in your seat in embarrassment, while Draco just rolled his eyes.

“Please turn your textbooks to page 267, we’ll be learning about the Summoning charm.” Professor a Flitwick announced.

You sighed once again, already tired from the hectic start of your morning.

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You sat at the Gryffindor table with your head in your arms, practically fighting with yourself to stay up. You were one of the first people at the table for supper, so you used your time to get a rest from the tiring day you’ve had.

Malfoy had basically drained all of the energy out of you. With him and his goons practically making fun of your mess ups, and him constantly criticizing you for not knowing the basics for each class.

It wasn’t your goddamn fault that Ilvermorny decided to cut most of the lessons! You closed your eyes, hoping and praying you could just vanish. Even just for a short moment.

You honestly, genuinely thought that this transfer year would be easy. But here you were, not even a week into the school year, already drained of energy. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt a hand on your back.

You popped up, not knowing that it was only Hermione. She sat next to you, a look of sympathy on her face.

“Bad day, huh?” She asked, already knowing the answer. You just nodded and smiled back at her.

“Hey, I’m sorry for leaving you alone this morning. I really did have to get to class.” She said, genuinely sorry for leaving you in the crowd of people.

“No Hermione, it’s fine. I just really need to eat and get to the dormitories as soon as possible.” You said as reassuringly as you could. She smiled and gave you a small hug. You hugged back, thankful for having someone like her keeping you sane.

The boys soon joined you two, happily greeting you as they sat down and piled food on their plates. The four of you shared how you day went- with you leaving out the part with Draco- and it put a smile back on your face.

Supper had ended, and you eventually made it back to the common room with the three of them by your side.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed. Thanks for tonight you guys.” You said with a small smile as they did the same, wishing you goodnight.

You left the trio and went up the stairs to the dormitories, quickly grabbing your night clothes and your toiletries. In the bathroom, you were finally able to get a good look of your self. Your hair looked disheveled as ever, and the bags under your eyes didn’t help you at all.

You got into the shower, hoping it would help wash away all of your problems. You closed your eyes, and let yourself get lost in the warmth of the water.

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You laid in bed, the covers up to your waist. As much as you wanted it, you just couldn’t sleep. The moonlight shown through the glass stained window, and you could here the faint howls of the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest.

You avert your eyes to the small picture frame on your dresser. You felt a small smile creep onto your face as you stared at the moving picture of your mom and dad holding baby you in their arms.

You’d never felt this homesick in your life. You made a mental note to send your parents an owl parcel at the end of the week, wanting to tell them that you were okay being all alone in this new school. Even if it was far from it.

You grabbed the Walkman that laid on your dresser and put your headphones on. You scrolled through your playlist of No-Maj- or as they call it here, Muggles- music and finally set on some random Queen song.

The beat of the music flowed through your ears, and you found yourself slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.

I’m ready for you, Hogwarts. Just you wait. You thought to yourself.

Sleep overtook your body in mere seconds, finally putting you to rest after such a long day.

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author’s note: hello again everyone! i really hope you all enjoyed the first part of AFFE. to be honest, my notes on this story is quite messy at the moment, but I will definitely find the time to organize them! i didn’t proof read this, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. i’ll try to edit them once i publish this chapter! also to set some things, this story will take place around the same time as the original timeline of the books (so therefore 90s)! i also haven’t added any warnings yet, because it’s a bit early into the series :)). anyways, please reblog or heart this story if you enjoy it! i’ll be updating frequently because of quaratine!

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tenroseforeverandever · 4 years

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The Perfect Blend Chapter 1

Characters: Tenth Doctor (aka James Noble); Rose Tyler; Clara Oswald; Amy Pond; Jeanne Poisson; Donna Noble; Sylvia Noble; Wilfred Mott

Tags: Human AU; fake relationship AU; coffee shop AU; stalkerish!Reinette; hurt/comfort; angst; romance; fluff; Christmas; New Year; New Year’s kiss

Story Summary:

Trying to escape from an predatory ex-girlfriend who will not accept their break-up, James Noble (aka The Doctor) finds himself in a coffee shop where he meets a barista (aka Rose Tyler) who makes him the perfect cup of tea and lends a sympathetic ear to his tale of woe.

Notes:

A gift for my fellow Fangirl and Secret Santa recipient, @lizann5869.

I hope you like it, hon. You offered me loads of brilliant suggestions and prompts to work from, and I produced quite a bit for several of them, but none that felt quite right. Then I looked over your prompt list again, under the category “Tropes I Like” and fake dating was right there! I added a dash of coffee shop AU and this was born.

Merry Christmas!

Many thanks, as always, to my wonderful betas, @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci. You make me so much better. mrsbertucci is the Empress of Title-Creation: she came to my rescue once again with both the title for this fic and the name of Rose’s coffee shop.

Read also at: AO3; Teaspoon; FF

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James Noble peered furtively past the swags of garland, fairy lights, and tinsel to the damp, snowy London evening beyond the coffee shop window.

Nothing. No one there.

He blew a shaky breath past his lips. It had been a narrow escape. He was safe for now, but really, it was only a matter of time before she found him.

He was doomed.

Running a hand through his wild, brown hair, he stepped into line and turned his attention to the menu above the counter, skimming over the bewildering selection of beverages with long, complicated titles and eccentric, festive flavours, piled high with whipped creams and syrups. Any other day he would have relished one of the sweet, creamy concoctions.

But today was different.

Today, he wanted to get back to basics.

Today he wanted to get away from drinks for overbearing people with expensive tastes and the need to impress. Today he wanted to take a break from extravagance and pretensions.

He snapped his glasses into place and scanned the menu board, searching in vain for a simple, uncomplicated coffee. It was a bloody coffee shop, for pity’s sake! Pete’s Coffee Dimension. Surely, they served regular coffee.

“Sir?”

He was dragged from his musings by the query and found himself goggling absently at the cashier in front of him. Somehow, while he hadn’t been paying attention, he had ended up at the front of the line.

“I asked you what you would like to order…” She was watching him with slightly narrowed eyes, one dark brow tilted in an impatient arch. Even the tip of her blonde ponytail seemed to twitch impatiently. “If you need a little more time–” She glanced over his shoulder at the line of people behind him.

“No! No, no, no, no! That’s fine. I’d like, erm…” His hand ruffled his hair again and his left foot jittered against the floor, as he glanced over his shoulder, out the shop window again and then back up at the menu board.

“Blimey, you all right there, mate?” The hint of a bemused smile curved the cashier’s full lips. “You don’t look like you should really have any more coffee…”

“No, quite right… Nor sugar.” He snorted a strangled laugh and shook his head. “I erm… I just want–”

“A cuppa?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Is that possible? I mean…” He gestured vaguely at the menu.

“Course! How about something light and simple. Darjeeling, perhaps?”

He felt the tension within him ease a little at the thought of a hot cup of tea. “Erm… yeah. Brilliant… With a splash of milk, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing. China or paper?”

“Erm…”

“Never mind. China it is. And your name for the order, please.”

“Erm… The Doctor.”

“The Doctor, hmmm? Interesting…” She quirked her brow again, but this time her brown eyes sparkled warmly at him. “Go on, then, Doctor. You take a seat over there,” she nodded to a small, free table by the window, “and I’ll bring your tea over once it’s steeped, yeah?”

“How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on me, mate,” she offered with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Really? Oh... weeell, thank-you.” Before heading to his table, he dug in the pocket of his coat and pulled out a large assortment of coins which he stuffed into the tip jar sitting by the cash register.

“Clara? Could you take over here for a bit, please,” Rose Tyler asked her friend. “I need to take some tea to a customer.”

The petite brunette smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “The Doctor, hmmm? He’s quite good looking… for a bloke. Not your usual type, though.”

“Shut up,” Rose stuck her tongue out at Clara. “He’s just a customer. He seems a little out of sorts, so I’m doing something nice for him. That all right? And besides, I don’t have a type…”

“Whatever you say…” Clara shook her head and turned to take over at the cash register. “You go take your break.”

“Thanks.” Rose picked up the little teapot and cup, set them on a tray, and examined them with a critical eye. “Clara? Are the gingerbread biscuits ready to be served? You were icing them earlier, yeah?”

“Oh, now he’s getting a biscuit, too. Oh, Rose, you have it bad.”

“I don’t even know him! ‘Sides, can’t have a cuppa without a biscuit, can you?”

“Well, he’s out of luck. They’re not quite ready yet. The icing hasn’t had time to set properly. They’re supposed to be for tomorrow.” Something in Rose’s expression must have affected her, because the next thing Rose knew, Clara had changed her tune: “Oh, go on, then. Take one. One, mind.”

“Thanks, Clara,” Rose grinned, rushing to the kitchen to snag one of the pretty gingerbread stars. She laughed. Sometimes it was hard to tell that Rose was the one who owned Pete’s Coffee Dimension and Clara was the employee. But the two girls had known each other from Powell Estate for years and had discovered they worked together exceptionally well.

Plating the biscuit, she added it to the tray and carried the lot over to where The Doctor was seated. He was leaning on his elbows, his face in his hands, a picture of misery. “Hey there.” Rose spoke softly, not wanting to startle him.

The Doctor lifted his head and offered her a strained but genuine smile. Rose felt her insides turn to jelly as his sad, chocolate eyes met hers.

“Here you go, then.” She placed the teapot and cup on the table. Setting the biscuit next to them, she added, “And you can’t have a cuppa without one of these. Clara just made them fresh and her gingerbread is second to none!”

“Thank-you! It looks delicious, but you shouldn’t have.”

“Oi! No arguments. You put enough change in the tip jar to pay for the next three customers, never mind a single biscuit. Besides, you looked like you could use one.”

“You aren’t wrong…” The Doctor picked up the teapot and poured out a cup of tea.

Rose stood beside the table, biting her lower lip in eager anticipation as he took his first sip. She had learned from her mum how to make the very best cuppa and hoped this particular pot was somehow imbued with Jackie Tyler’s tea-making magic. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Blimey, that’s good!” the Doctor closed his eyes as he swallowed the first small mouthful. “Tea! That's just what I needed!” he enthused. “A good cup of tea! Nothing quite like that super-heated infusion of free-radicals and tannin.”

Rose simply stared at him for a moment, nonplussed. “Well, that’s a first.” She chuckled. “Never heard tea described exactly that way before! I take it that’s a good thing?”

“Oh, yes! The perfect blend!” He then snapped one of the biscuit-star’s arms off with his teeth. “Not to mention,” he added, crumbs spraying from his lips, “the numerous health-benefits of ginger!”

Rose smiled, warmed through by his enthusiastic, if eccentric, response. “Well… enjoy.” She turned to go back to work at the service counter when he spoke again.

“Best thing to happen to me all day, and that’s no lie!”

“You did seem a little out of sorts…” she ventured, turning back to him.

He grumbled with a shake of his head. “It’s my ex, Jeanne Poisson.”

“I’m sorry. Break-ups are always sticky, aren’t they?”

He nodded. “Sticky doesn’t cover it! She’s more than sticky. She’s like Super Glue. She just won’t take no for an answer and it’s been over a year since I’ve properly seen her! And today, on the last day of classes before the holidays, she shows up at my office at the Uni.” He gestured with his thumb in the direction of campus. “I thought I was done for! I just barely escaped without her seeing me. Fortunately, I know all the service hallways like the back of my hand. (I never would have made it by the conventional routes.) Even so, I swear I could hear her heels clicking on the pavement behind me. So, I ducked into your lovely establishment and found refuge… and the best cuppa in London!”

With these last words, he beamed at Rose, who settled into the chair opposite him, continuing to worry her lower lip between her teeth. “Is she really that bad?” she asked, her eyes wide and fixed on him, dying to hear the rest of his story.

“Oh, yes! Though, not if you ask Aunt Sylvia.” He rolled his eyes, dramatically. “She loves her. She’s just dying to have her (and her considerable fortune) become a part of our family. Mind you, she’s the only one. Gramps and my cousin, Donna, agree she’s toxic.”

“If she’s so toxic, I’m surprised you were ever attracted to her at all,” Rose blurted. She backtracked quickly. “Sorry… that wasn’t very polite…”

“Nah, don’t worry. I was an idiot, not thinking entirely with my head. She was beautiful and exciting, and I was in the final months of my previous Ph.D. She was finishing up law school.”

“Wait! Your previous Ph.D.? You’re so young!” He looked to be in his late twenties, only a few years older than her, Rose thought. “How many Ph.D.’s do you have?”

“Oh, I’m working on my third, right now. Genius me! Hence the name, The Doctor. It’s what my friends call me. Started off as a joke, but it stuck.”

“You think you’re so impressive,” Rose chided good-naturedly.

“Weeell, I am so impressive.” Rose should have been put off by his claim, but he spoke as though he was simply stating a truth, not boastful at all. “I really am classified as a genius. I have a permanent faculty and research position at the Uni, as well as being a sort-of student.”

“Oh…” Rose suddenly felt small next to him. She hadn’t even completed her A-levels, and here she was ostensibly flirting with a university professor (and multiple-time doctorate genius.) As if she would ever stand a chance. Still, he was rather nice to look at: tall and slim, the tan coat and brown pin-stripe suit enhancing his large, dark eyes and soft, haphazard peaks of brown hair. He had some really great hair…

She was brought out of her musings by the sound of his voice: “I’ve always been very clever. Just not about choosing girlfriends,” he muttered around another bite of gingerbread and a gulp of tea. “I’m a bit stupid around girls!”

“Don’t say that!” Rose hurt for him.

“It’s the truth. I don’t have a great track record… not that the track is particularly long.” He tugged on his ear and his cheeks flushed pink.

Rose instinctively reached across the table to cover his hand with hers. A sudden tension flared between them as Rose realized how forward she’d been, and she hesitantly retracted her hand from his, moving it away in fits and starts, clinging to some ridiculous delusion that she was being stealthy and he might not notice that she’d touched him in the first place.

“So, right, erm…” He glanced down at the teapot, picking it up to refill his cup. There was an awkward few moments of silence before he spoke again. With a sigh, he lifted his eyes to Rose’s. “It was like she had me under some kind of spell. It felt like she could read into my soul and see how lonely I was, and then… weeell, then she kissed me, and it was brilliant. Blimey! All I could think was Jeanne Poisson, this posh, popular girl had kissed sad, geeky, old me.”

“Gosh, I know how that feels,” Rose commiserated, thinking of her dangerous obsession with wannabe Estate-born rock star, Jimmy Stone. She’d quit school and broken her mum’s heart for him, leaving home to move in with the wanker. But for a short time, before reality had set in, it had felt like she’d been on top of the world.

“At first, we had so much fun,” the Doctor’s words mirrored Rose’s thoughts, “but it didn’t take long for me to realize she wasn’t right for me. She was demanding, wanting expensive gifts, and always dragging me to exclusive clubs. Not my thing. Not even a little bit. And she was always wanting to know exactly what I was doing when she wasn’t around. She was very controlling. I was miserable.”

“Didn’t you try to break it off?”

“Multiple times. I still am! She just will not accept the fact that I’m not interested and certainly not the right man for her. I’d thought when she went back to France to work in her mum’s law firm, that would be it. I figured we were going our separate ways. But she kept texting me and trying to video-chat. I kept telling her it was over, and eventually had to change my mobile number.”

“And did that help?”

“For a while. But she ferreted out my new one. I suspect Aunt Sylvia gave it to her,” his fist clenched, “but, I suppose it could have been anyone at work, acting innocently enough.”

“And now she’s back…”

“And now she’s back. Last text I got was that she wanted to surprise me. Well, count me surprised!”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Rose’s hand fluttered in the direction of his again, and she had to restrain herself from touching him.

“I am too.” He tossed back his last mouthful of tea and crammed the remains of the biscuit into his mouth. “Well, I’ve bored you long enough. Thanks so much for listening to me moan. You’ve been brilliant! But I best be off. I think the coast is clear for now. Besides, it looks as though you’re needed at the counter.” He nodded toward the ever-growing line of people dropping in for a post-work coffee before venturing out to shop for the holidays.

“Oh, shit, I nearly forgot!” She giggled. “Some barista, I am, yeah? Listen, I gotta run. Hope you’ll come back. I’d love to chat again… Doctor!” Rose flushed as the flirty words erupted from her mouth.

“Oh, for a cup of tea like that, you’ll never be able to keep me away!” He offered her a broad smile and called out, “And Happy Christmas!” before slipping out the front door of the shop.

“Happy Christmas!” Rose waved after him, returning to work with a skip in her step and doing her best to ignore Clara’s pointed looks and cheeky, knowing grin.

#human au #secret santa #fake dating #coffee shop #stalkerish ex #romance #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #christmas #new year #new year's kiss #tenroseforeverandever's fic

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springdase · 5 years

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207. anniversary

it’s like he forgets the reality of physics, that things exposed to heat will most often become hot, when he dives into the oven at the timer’s call and tries to take the cake tin out bare-handed. he retracts as soon as his fingertips meet scalding metal and he curses, clutching his hands to his chest and hissing. he knows he’s too excited, and being too excited will lead to having to start this over again - and he doesn’t have time to try making a third cake. the first attempt sits at the bottom of the kitchen garbage bin, a mess of blue goo because he’d started icing it far before it was cooled, and he’s not sure he even has enough box mix left for another attempt should he mess this one up, too. he checks the time on his phone with a buzz of something like butterflies in his stomach.

he’d asked namjoon to pick up dinner around an hour ago and had been pleased to find that he’d already planned on it. although he isn’t the best cook outside of spicing up instant ramyeon, jeongguk had wanted to try his hand at making something proper, had spent an incriminating amount of time browsing pinterest for recipes even he couldn’t mess up, had bought the ingredients for a simple-looking pasta dish, but after wasting most of the afternoon (and his blue icing) on a botched baking attempt, he knew he wouldn’t be able to have it done and plated by the time namjoon came home from work. now seeing his name flash across his phone screen saying that he’s on his way home, jeongguk feels akin to a teenager about to go on his first date.

he pockets his phone and slips on the pair of pink oven mitts jimin had gifted them for their housewarming and retreives his project, setting the heart-shaped tin on the counter. he’d gotten the table fan out of their bedroom in hopes of speeding up the process, so he sets it up beside the cake and sets it on high, then leaves it to chill while he hurries to clean up his mess. there’s puddles of flour on the tile floor, an egg shell that missed the trash can, drops of milk on the counter, and the state of jeongguk’s clothes is another story entirely - he’s still shower fresh from before this whole ordeal began, but the splatters of cake waste on his sweatshirt and jeans won’t do.

jeongguk scrubs down the kitchen in record time and properly tests the cake’s temperature before he starts decorating it. his tongue peeks out between his lips like it does when he’s concentrating, hard at work; he coats the surface in a near seamless glaze of white buttercream and uses what’s left of the blue to pipe words as neatly as he can, and meticulously craft a few little hearts here and there. it’s undeniably ugly but it’s finished, and he sprints to the bathroom to wash up and change, running back to light the tea candles he’d bought, just in case namjoon gets home before he’s ready.

he’s spritzing some perfume on his wrist and his neck when he hears the front door’s locks turning, and with one last once-over in the mirror he runs into the living room where he’s set everything up. it looks as close to his daydream as he could manage, balloons kissing the ceiling, flower petals scattered on the carpet, bottle of wine from seokjin and two glasses at the ready, and he’s so satisfied and so ready for namjoon to come through the door and fall in love with him all over again.

leaning against the back of their sofa, he tries to make himself look as casual as possible - tries arms folded, arms to his sides, hands in his pockets, settles for clasping them together so namjoon can’t see them shake - and watches the doorknob turn, the light from the hallway flood into their apartment, and settles on namjoon. he’s trying to wrangle a few plastic bags, more balloons, and what’s probably the biggest bouquet of flowers jeongguk’s ever seen, so he doesn’t immediately notice the scene that’s waiting for him and jeongguk tries to bite down on his smile, to not let his giggling give him away.

when he finally gets the door shut and his sneakers off, namjoon finally straightens up and turns around, looking a bit flustered from the battle he must have fought to get up to their floor with all of his luggage. it disintegrates, though, as soon as he sees jeongguk standing there looking so simultaneously embarrassed and certain, nose scrunched up and front teeth prominent. he’s like a little kid showing his parent what he’d made at school, and namjoon couldn’t describe the way his heart twists if he tried.

“oh my god,” he tries, after a moment of stunned silence, staring at jeongguk, and then the room, and then jeongguk some more. the glow of the candles on jeongguk’s skin, against his strawberry blonde hair, god, in his eyes - there’s no feeling quite like coming home to jeongguk any day, but tonight, it’s that much more heartstopping. “you… oh my god.”

jeongguk feels like if he smiles any wider, his cheeks are going to pop right off of his face. he brings his hands up to press against them, like he’s trying to will himself to calm down, like there could possibly be something wrong with being so full of joy that he can’t contain it. “hi,” he murmurs, unable to keep the essence of a laugh in.

namjoon sets the bags of take out on the ground, lets the balloons float to the ceiling like the rest of them, and crosses the room to meet jeongguk, offering the bouquet of flowers so bashfully he may as well be shoving them into jeongguk’s chest. the younger takes them graciously, squeezing his eyes shut in an act of pure bliss. “hi,” namjoon says, rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he gets shy. even after all this time, jeongguk still manages to make him shy.

“these are so,” jeongguk inhales the delicate scent of the peonies, the lavender and baby’s breath, so soft and pretty and his favorite. “you didn’t have to…”

“neither did you!” namjoon gestures vaguely to the room around them, his face as red as jeongguk’s feels. “no wonder you were barely answering my texts earlier. you were scheming.”

jeongguk cradles the flowers in one arm and uses the other to reel namjoon into him, cupping the back of his neck and leaning up the little distance it takes to press their mouths together, a gentle caress that’s more smiles than contact, really. “of course i was scheming,” he says, kissing him again. “i’m very mischievous.”

namjoon’s palms find jeongguk’s waist, his slight hips beneath his too-big sweater, and pulls him close enough to feel his body heat all over. he smells like his usual soap, like fresh cotton, like home. “happy anniversary, babe.”

maybe it’s a bit much, jeongguk thinks as he stands there letting their kisses melt like chocolate, grow deeper and dreamier and more careful. three years isn’t call for much celebration, he’d found after asking around about what he should do for theirs, but he wanted it to be special - as special as every day this far has been, will keep being, so long as they’re with namjoon. and if all the fanfare and effort he’d gone through is kind of a way of thanking namjoon for putting up with him this long, then let that be implied, too.

“is that —- did you make that?” namjoon asks when they’ve finally given each other a chance to breathe, his chin hooking over jeongguk’s shoulder in a tender hug. jeongguk sets his bouquet on the couch behind them - he’s already thinking of the nice vase he’s going to put them in, right on their kitchen table - and holds his boyfriend in a proper embrace, arms winding around his shoulders. he nods, hiding his sheepish face in namjoon’s neck.

“it’s… yeah. i don’t really know about the taste but i hope it’s, hope it’s pretty, at least.” he stutters, twining his fingers into the baby hairs at the nape of namjoon’s neck. when he lifts his head to look at him, he finds the reflection of all the candles in namjoon’s eyes, some fondness swimming in them, in the muted little grin on his full lips. jeongguk breathes out softly.

“it is, gguk. it’s perfect. i knew i was right to assume there was nothing you couldn’t do.”

he thinks about telling him how he’d messed up the first time, how it wasn’t supposed to look anything like it does, thinks about complaining about all the trouble he’d caused himself because he actually can’t bake —- but he doesn’t. he doesn’t tell him that he’d gone to three stores looking for a heart-shaped tin, or that he spent ages trying to create a shade of blue closest to namjoon’s favorite before he started mixing food coloring in icing, or that he’s been anticipating this day since their very first date, excited to get to this point and beyond. he doesn’t say that he feels so in love right now that he could faint.

“i love you,” he does say, cupping namjoon’s jaw for one more kiss before he presses his forehead to his and lets namjoon lace their fingers together. he doesn’t say that he can feel namjoon’s hands trembling against his when he says it back, or that they’re sweaty, because his are, too. he giggles at how ridiculous they’re being, wonders when the new-love jitters are going to wear off.

(they never do.)

#namkook #drabble

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stories-from-my-notebook · 6 years

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Slingshot

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warning: Swearing

Summary: Day trip to the amusement park with Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni

Note: I’m not too crazy about this one, but after several re-writes, I decided go ahead and post it.

The energy in the car increased as it pulled into the parking lot. You, Fangs, and Toni were practically bursting out of your seatbelts as Sweet Pea searched for a parking spot.

“It’s already opened,” you pout, “We were suppose to get here before the gates to the park opened.”

“Maybe if someone hadn’t insisted on stopping for food along the way,” Sweet Pea shot back, earning a chuckle from Toni and Fangs.

You bottom lip jutted out further, “I was hungry. Unlike you heathens, I need breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah, you still made us late,” Fangs added.

Sweet Pea navigated the car into an empty spot, cutting the engine. The four of you jumped out of the vehicle, staring up at the brightly colored roller coasters. With a shared grin, everyone scurries to the gates of the amusement park.

It was tradition. The weekend before school started, the four Serpents would visit the closest amusement park. The last hoorah of the summer.

“Look, rides for Y/N and Toni,” Sweet Pea grinned, pointing at a ring of mini rockets. The only passengers all looked under the age of twelve.

Toni punches Sweet Pea’s arm, and you follow her lead. He, however, appears unaffected. His smirk still lingering on his face as the group moves towards the first ride.

It was the first large ride near the entrance and the line was decent.

“Do you think we can time it right this year?” Fangs ask, leaning against the railings as you wait for the line to move.

“The fireworks?” you question, “Maybe. We barely missed it last year.”

“The line for the Ferris Wheel always gets long at sundown,” Toni added with a shrug.

The first year you had come, you didn’t know about the fireworks. Since then, Fangs had been determined for the four of you to watch it from the Ferris Wheel. However, every year, it didn’t work out.

“Maybe this year,” you offered, hoping it was true.

“Maybe this year, Y/N won’t scream my ear off at the haunted house,” Sweet Pea murmured.

Reaching up, you swat at the back of his head.

“Yeah? Maybe this year you won’t be an ass and try to make me scream,” you glared at the snickering boy.

“You wish, kitten,” he smirked, towering over you. The proximity made your heart sputter, but you had years of practice on dealing with Sweet Pea and his antics.

“Shove off, Sweet Pea,” you scowled, pushing him away. He chuckled as he allowed himself to be moved.

“Come on children, the line is moving” Toni rolled her eyes at the two of you. As you and her lead the group in closing the distances, she shot you a pointed look. It was never discussed, but Toni could always read you like a book. She knew about your feelings without you ever having told her.

When the group made it to the front, you put your drawstring bag in the lockers and climbed into the same cart as Toni. The boys got into the cart in front of you.

The same pre-ride jitters fluttered in your stomach as you tighten your seatbelt. Your excitement building as you waited for the ride to begin its slow ascension.

As the carts slowly began to tick upwards, you instinctively reached out for Toni’s hand, letting out a string of nervous curses.

“You do know my hands are going up when this drops,” she squeezed your hand back in warning. The carts reached the top, pausing.

Toni dropped your hand as she stuck her arms up in time for the drop. Your screams combining with hers as the ride flipped you around. The wind causing your ponytail to flail wildly, but you loved every moment of it.

Just like that, the ride was over too soon. The adrenaline coursing through your veins as the four of you climbed off the ride, chattering in excitement about the next ride.

“Hey,” Sweet Pea leaned an arm onto your shoulder, “The waters? Give me one.”

With a roll of your eyes, you fished in your bag for a bottle.

“Next time, I’m making you bring a bag,” you mutter to Sweet Pea, who was still acting like you were an armrest.

The group stopped at a few of the smaller rides, wanting to experience as much as possible between the larger rides.

Glancing around, you noticed that Fangs and Toni were whispering as they trailed behind you and Sweet Pea. The pink-haired girl made brief eye contact with you before shushing Fangs.

“What’s going on, you guys?” your eyes narrowing on the two. Toni shrugs it off like nothing happened.

“Oh look,” Fangs shouts, pointing at the ride that the four of you were already on the way to. His outburst, gaining Sweet Pea’s attention.

“I-It’s my favorite one,” Fangs stutters, trying to act natural.

Sweet Pea raises his eyebrows at him before looking at you. His face searching to see if you had any idea what was going on.

You shook your head, not certain what the two had been talking about, but your suspicious still lingered.

The line was longer than the first one. However, the four of you had to wait for the next round, so you could all be on it together.

“I’m taking front row,” Sweet Pea declared, eyeing the tracks.

You rolled your eyes, but continued to chatter with Fangs over a new album from your favorite artist.

When the cars from the previous ride returned, the gates swung open. Sweet Pea dove for the first cart. Fangs and Toni slipped into the second row just as quickly, leaving you the seat beside Sweet Pea.

He shot you a teasing grin, “Scared?”

Immediately, you shake your head, “Never.”

You wanted to blame the little flip your stomach did on the roller coasters, but part of you knew it was from the proximity near Sweet Pea.

“Come on, we all know that you still get nervous,” he smirked, leaning closer.

You scoffed, pretending you had no idea what he was talking about. He was right, but you would never admit to that. You loved roller coasters, nerves and all.

“Then, why would I sit in the front if I was scared,” you raised a brow.

Sweet Pea reached over to where his lips hovered just above your ear.

“The thrill,” he whispers, causing you to barely conceal a shiver. The cars begin to slowly pull out of the covering.

As it slowly ticked up, your hands clenched and unclenched.

“Oh shit,” you chanted, eager but anxious for the drop. The seats lingered at the top, increasing the anticipation. You hear the soft click of the gears, ready to fling you forward at any moment.

Sweet Pea’s hand grabs yours, pulling it into the sky with his as the carts drop. You don’t even have time to think about the action as your body is thrown back and forward. Your harness keeping you in place.

Your fingers dig into Sweet Pea’s as they fly in the air. Both of your screams are the only thing you can hear over the raging wind.

The ride gives you a few last hills before it ends, slowly pulling you back to the starting point.

Your breaths fall in pants from screaming, and your fingers are still tied to Sweet Pea’s. Instead of your heart calming, it continues to race as you being to recognize the contact.

Your gaze trails from your interlocked hands up to Sweet Pea’s face. A giant boyish grin still paints his face as turns towards you. You quickly drop his hand and his grin falters.

With wide eyes, you scramble out of the carts, acting as if nothing happened.

“We didn’t get to go on the spinny one last time,” Fangs calls out, pulling you towards the smaller ride. You were still disoriented from Sweet Pea, but you followed.

Toni fell in step beside you and you silently tried to express your freak out. The pink-haired girl was confused by the panic in your eyes, but after a few darting looks she realized it was related to the giant that trailed behind the group.

Raising a brow, she pursed her lips for you to tell her what was going on.

You mouthed the words ‘held my hand’ to her and did not miss the teasing smile that curved on Toni’s lips.

“You already know what I think,” Toni says out loud, causing the two boys to give her questioning looks.

You barely contain a groan in the hopes that they didn’t know what she meant. Every time you asked Toni in the past, she would tell you to go for it. That it was better to do something than to bottle it up.

However, you clung to your hesitations. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Sweet Pea if he didn’t feel the same.

Toni shrugged before turning her attention to Fangs.

The four of you traveled through the park for the next couple of hours. Every ride, Toni crams herself into the seat beside Fangs, leaving you to sit by Sweet Pea. If it wasn’t for your confusion over him grabbing your hand earlier, you wouldn’t have minded one bit.

Your stomach growls, pulling you from your thoughts about the tall Serpent beside you.

“I could go for some ice cream,” you announce, “Or really any sort of food.”

“The food is always so expensive,” Toni complained.

“At least we don’t have to buy drinks,” Fangs offers, referring to the water bottles that were tucked into your bag.

There was a small snack shack that the everyone decided on. It was something quick just to tie everyone over, so that they could keep going on the rides.

“Fucking love funnel cakes,” you beam down at the sugary treat.

Sweet Pea reaches over and pinches off a piece of it for himself.

“Get your own beanstalk,” you try to hold the plate farther away, but his long arms made it difficult to be out of reach.

“Why? You got plenty,” he smirks as he pops a chunk of the bread into his mouth. He licks the powdered sugar off his fingers, tossing you a wink.

“Ass,” you mumble, stuffing your cheeks with the funnel cake.

He doesn’t seem bothered by the insult. As he watches you eat the snack, he chuckles over your enthusiasm for the dessert.

“Just hurry up eating those things before we get in line,” Toni directed to you and Fangs, who was eating his own set of Dippin’ Dots.

“And don’t make a mess,” Sweet Pea added, wiping a piece of powder sugar of your cheek.

You froze under the gesture. You should be used to Sweet Pea touches, but they still caught you off-guard.

You missed your chance for a sarcastic remark, but still gave a dramatic eye roll instead.

“You think you’re finally going to be able to go on the slingshot one?” Sweet Pea asks as everyone walks to the next ride.

“Are you crazy?” your brows wrinkle at the boy at your side. Roller coasters were one thing. You had been on every ride in the park multiple times, except for one.

It was the clear ball that launches you into the sky, and it was the only ride that you couldn’t bring yourself to get on. The only one whoever seemed ready and willing was Sweet Pea. Fangs and Toni just laughed at him, whenever he tried to get us to go on it with him.

“Come on, it’s not so bad,” he shrugged, “You won’t be alone either.”

You raised your brows at him, but he didn’t meet your eyes. His hands were jammed into his jean pockets, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw a blush dust his cheeks.

Was he nervous? You mentally shook your head. No. He couldn’t be. Maybe it was just the heat outside.

“What do I get out of it?” you challenged, “Because that ride deserves a reward.”

“My charming personality not enough, sweetheart?” he flashes a grin, running a hand through his hair.

Your eyes narrow on him, waiting for him to sweeten the deal.

“Fine. If you’re too gutless,” he trailed off. He shrugged as if to end the conversations, but you were not letting him leave off on that note.

“Who are you calling gutless?” you shoved him. Annoyance radiated off of you. Not only had he insulted you, but he barely moved from your push.

“I’m just not trying to sign my own death warrant,” you defended. You glowered at the taller teen.

The corners of Sweet Pea’s mouth grew in a smug grin, “Sure thing, chicken.”

His goading grated on your nerves. Toni and Fangs had stopped, turning to stare at the interaction. You failed to notice their amused expressions as your only focus was Sweet Pea.

“Take it back or I’ll kick your ass,” you threatened, causing him to laugh further.

“Sure thing, short stuff,” he reached down to pat your head, but you shoved his arm away.

“I will bite your fucking hand off,” your anger begins to roll off of you in waves, but Sweet Pea doesn’t seem the tiniest bit scared. His grin only grows at your frustration.

“So many threats, but you still can’t get on one stupid tiny ride,” he pushes and you can feel you’re nearly at your snapping point.

He leaned over you, dropping his voice, “What happened to ‘a Serpent never shows cowardice?”

A sneer crossed your lips. The only thought in your mind was proving him wrong. Grabbing his arm, you dragged him to the line for the slingshot ride. Toni and Fang’s snickering only pushed you further.

The line wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity as your pride sought retribution. You didn’t speak a word to Sweet Pea as the two of you waited, but you could feel his amusement radiating from him.

When it became your turn, you grumbled the entire time you buckled yourself in. As the park employee came to check your harness, you felt your stomach drop. The realization of what you were doing hitting you at once.

The ball was sealed.

“Shit,” you hissed repeatedly, “What did I let you talk me into?”

Sweet Pea’s laugh bounced off of the walls of the death ball, “Are you ready?”

His eyes twinkle in anticipation as the ball slowly is brought back. Your vision filled with the clouded sky.

“Fuck, Sweet Pea, fuck. What the fuck?” you shout. The panic spreading into your voice.

He smiles cheekily at you as he reaches over to pat your thigh briefly, in an attempt at comfort. His hands returning to the bars on his chest piece.

Every curse word you can think of falls of your lips, waiting for the ball to go hurtling into the sky. Suddenly, it happens. Your being tossed into the air; the ball spinning you around. A terrifying rush pulses through your veins.

Over your scream, you can hear Sweet Pea’s shouts.

For a moment, it feels like you are flying. Then, your body is slammed backward. The ball continues to spin you. The ground flashes through your vision and terrified thinking that you are about to plummet to your death, but then the ball flips you back around.

You're yelling start to settle as the ball’s bouncing slows, giving you a view over the park. Your senses slowly start to flood back in.

Sweet Pea laughs by your side and you turn to him. For a moment, you can’t tell what is causing your heart to beat so fast: the ball of doom or the look on his face.

He bore the largest grin you had ever seen. His eyes crinkling around the edges. You don’t recall the last time you saw him smile with such pure joy.

He turns his head back to the park, taking it in a final time. Following his lead, you do the same; your heart still hammering in your chest.

The second the contraption had you on the ground and it was safe, you scramble out of your seat.

Sweet Pea’s laughter trailing after you as you cleared the ride.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he teased and you can’t help but laugh with him.

“Shove it, Pea,” you push at his chest uselessly.

He grabs one of your hands, not letting you take it back, “Come on. Admit it. That wasn’t so bad.”

“You’re not so bad,” you blurt out, still high on adrenaline.

“Yeah?” his smile somehow becoming cheekier.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah.”

You reach for his dog tags, using them to pull him down towards you. His lips crashing into yours.

Sweet Pea’s hands snake around your waist, steading you as you rise to meet him on the tip of your toes. The two of you stay tangled in each other as time ticks by.

When you finally pull back, the same smile you saw in the slingshot ball is on his face. Neither one of you moves. Your own smile just as wide.

“That better not be from leftover excitement,” you mutter half-jokingly.

“It isn’t,” he leans down to give you a shorter kiss.

“What took so long?” Fangs shouts at the two of you, interrupting your moment.

Toni’s eyes switch between you and Sweet Pea. Her eyes filled with smugness as she watches you. “About time,” she mutters.

“Yeah. I thought that line was shorter,” Fangs agrees, missing the tone in the pink-haired girl’s voice.

You lace your fingers through Sweet Pea’s, hesitation lingering until you feel him brush his thumb over your knuckles.

Fangs eyes widen at the gesture, “Damn it, Topaz.”

Fangs reaches into his wallet pulling out a ten dollar bill before glaring at you and Sweet Pea.

“The two of you couldn’t have waited until Monday?” he mutters, shoving the wallet into his jeans.

“At least now we don’t have to deal with their stupid pining looks,” Toni smirks.

#riverdale #sweet pea #riverdale fanfiction #sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #riverdale season 2 #southside serpents #riverdale southside #riverdale serpents #jordan connor

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mirrobs · 6 years

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Caffeine Challenge 24

Ended up scrapping the original 1 hour writeup entirely because it was NOT working @caffeinewitchcraft I hope this wholly new version is up to par. Took a little longer than expected, but so it goes

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This is the last time you’ll date a vampire, you swear. Winston Ray thought he could fool you, but you know the meaning behind his eyes. He thought his ghost of a smirk and inscrutable demeanor was enough to put the veil over you. In fact, you can pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you. It was under that July moon two years ago amongst a fleet of wandering yachts in the Hudson Bay. The modern aristocracy flaunted their capitalist gains in performative revelry. Dawn approached as the full moon dove for the opposite horizon. Despite it all, Winston’s eyes was only for you.

Rightfully so, you would think. You had just declared he was a vampire in front of all of his investors. His very anti-supernatural investors. Ray Industries being lead by a creature they were secretly working with the government to eradicate from U.S. soil? It took you a solid three months to uncover the truth, following the trail of dead poor folk right up to the top. The scandal could leak into the public sphere, and who knows how much the company’s stock could drop!

They revealed their resolve in that encounter, practically flying to intercept your wooden slugs as you opened fire. Truly paragons of company loyalty. The PR boys back at HQ must’ve had a neat spin for why it was Winston throwing the investors into the line of fire. Something about risky investment paying increased dividends and the company needing a strong hand to guide its future, you’re sure. As to why your love-fueled duel led to the entire fleet going up in flames, well, you think that was a gift from Winston. He knew you loved fireworks!

It was a shame you weren’t able to consummate your love that night, however. You’re still not sure how he slipped away, and he never would tell you on the hundreds of dates you’ve been on over the years. Winston Ray really knew how to make anywhere romantic. Some of your favorites were taking a ride in his private jet (you had only ever landed a plane in flight simulators - though never with two flaming engines and a broken wing), the time you ended up on the same train under the Channel on the way to Paris (good thing there was some convenient scuba equipment, the Channel gets cold in February), and the internet cafe in Singapore.

You never pegged Winston as an MMO player. While that sort of game isn’t normally your jam, it was still fun to go on raids with him. The way he would roleplay his dark elf outside the raids was a little cringy if you’re going to be honest, but that’s alright. He’s gotten better about it over the past 10 months.

Some days a part of you felt the relationship was a little one-sided. Afterall, you were making the effort to match his schedule, and while you do enjoy his gifts there’s something nagging at you. (A mutual favorite gift has become fireworks, of course, but a close second were all the big hounds he would leave at your safehouse doorstep. Never were a fan of the blood-crazed addicts that got in your way, all “Winston is our God” this and “We will never let you touch him” that. It’s like they didn’t know you were a couple!)

You know he loves you, that’s obvious. His eyes always lit up when he spotted you, and the memory of the kiss you shared in Moscow on Christmas Eve still sends jolts of electric anticipation through you to this day. It was the first time you tried to dress up for him, going for the classy “innocuous, incoherent homeless person” look. He bent down over you and went 90% of the way, so you were obliged to meet him the last 10%. Sure, a dirty alley isn’t the most photogenic kind of place for a first kiss (not that that stopped you from having a hidden camera), and the way he reared back in surprise could be seen as unflattering to some, but the two of you running through the Kremlin afterward with Russian Police chasing you definitely made up for it. You were so close too!

No, the thought that kept you up at daytime is something more personal. How do you know that you love Winston Ray? Of course he’s rich, being 864 years old (born in London, 23rd of March in 1154) and having a modicum of sense would get you that sort of lifestyle, easy. And the surreal beauty of vampirism appeals to you in a way regular men or other unholy abominations simply don’t. You’ve had flings with changelings and poltergeists and whatnot before, but that was more a case of the individual in particular sticking out in your mind than a general attraction to their condition as a supernatural being. It’s not a physical thing, either, since in all two years of knowing each other you’ve only kissed once.

This is what you find yourself musing about in your penthouse apartment (or penultimatehouse as you like to call it, for not only is it the second to last penthouse in this 200 story tower, you also have plans on moving to a cottage in Maine that captivated you as a child) in between trying and failing to read a book. The singular, flickering light in the room is a $15 dollar lamp sitting on the rickety tablestand next to you. Under the tablestand is a haphazard pile of takeout boxes from at least 12 different locations and beside it is the beanbag you’re currently curled up on with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you. A clothesline spans the length of the living room with clothes in various levels of being ripped and bloodstained hanging to dry. Your trusty Mossberg shotgun rests atop a bag of whittling tools with a 1908 Holy Bible hanging out of a side pouch. In the corner next to the bag is a pile of planks that once made up the hardwood floor of the penultimatehouse.

Outside, the cityscape lights up the night. Dusk had faded away without you realizing, with skyscrapers replacing the stars as twinkling accompaniments to the fat moon. Many a night you’ve spent watching the moon’s lazy ascent from this perch.

“Just you and me again for Thanksgiving tonight, huh?” Your voice falls flat to your ears. A low rumbling emanates from your stomach. None of the pile of half eaten takeout and delivery beside you smells particularly appetizing. “Another hungry Thanksgiving, then.”

Winston isn’t the holiday sort of guy, you’ve come to learn. It’s alright, it’s not like you’re not used to being alone. You’re the one who chases after him, and he loves you for it, that’s how it works. That’s how it always worked. Sure, you didn’t get to see him for your two year anniversary despite all your lovingly laid plans.

Laying back, you fling the poorly written “supernatural romance” book (why do writers always set these stories in a generic high school) over your shoulder. It thunks against the wall before mutely clattering on the floor. Your gaze settles on the light from the lamp radiating on the ceiling.

“Even here, people still love their popcorn ceilings,” You murmur. Reaching over to the rickety stand to pull open its drawer, you watch the light jitter and sputter along the undulations in the stucco. A shaking hand finds the cool glass bottle it was searching for, and with deft experience you unscrew the top of the cheap whisky inches above your lips. The sweet burn pours into the back of your throat, splashing against your tongue. There’s a trick you learned awhile back where you swallow with your throat, meaning you can keep your mouth agape the entire time. It’s useful for things other than waterfalling booze into your mouth while laying on your back, of course.

Things you’ve been wanting to show Winston for a long time now, in fact. Physical things. It’s up there with shotgunning a wooden slug through his heart and laughing as he turns to dust.

… You do love Winston Ray, right?

There’s a knock on the door. The bottle tips back in your hand, cutting off the nectar from filling your body with a lovely buzz for tonight’s activities. Lips closing around the top of the bottle to keep the liquid from falling you, you turn your head towards the door. You don’t remember ordering more takeout but you wouldn’t be surprised if drunk you last night paid a deliveryboy a pile of cash to bring you food, despite the holiday.

There’s a second knock, a singular tap against the steel door. So it wasn’t your imagination, huh.

“Coming!” You chirp (more like a dead bird’s dying gasp to your ears) and push yourself up. Staggering over to the door, you grip the bottle in your teeth to free both hands in making your appearance relatively presentable. Afterall, greeting the door while wearing only a fuzzy blanket might get some folk unduly excited.

“Delivery for Room 864?” The muffled voice comes from outside of the door. You rest a hand on the doorknob, catching the bottle of whisky with the other as it drops from your teeth.

“This is 860.” You call back. It never made sense how the numbering system in this building worked, you muse. Maybe it’s because it’s been renovated and expanded through the decades, but you know first hand how difficult it was to find your penultimatehouse when you moved in. You’d think 860 would be on the 8th floor, not the 199th!

“Ah yes, that’s right.” The voice on the other side interrupts your thoughts. “I read it wrong, my bad. I do have a delivery for 860.”

Lifting the bottle up for another swig of the whisky, you shrug, unbolt the door, and turn the knob.

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gukiex · 7 years

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You can't have your cake & eat it too. (m)

;pairing—jeon jeongguk x reader

;words—8k

;genre— angst, smut, friends w/ benefits

;a/n— one shot??? fic??? idk yet

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You don't have feelings for him, you can't.

At least that's what you tell yourself and anyone who cares enough to ask.

So why is it that you're staring at the new text message notification on your lock screen with a giddy smile and the familiar feeling of desire tingling in the pit of your stomach.

You can easily explain the ladder of your current state with a simple explanation, you and Jungkook have been partaking in causal hookups since your freshman year. Sex with Jungkook was always more mind blowing than the last, never failing to leave you throughly satisfied and even more addicted each time. By now Jungkook knew how to play you better than his own guitar, his fingers strumming you with more familiarity than they would trying to create a cord and the moans he could draw out from you were the perfect melody of his song.

What had started out as a simple drunken hookup at a mutuals party had quickly turned into late night booty calls and 15 minute quickies when Jungkook needed to calm his pregame jitters. You both barely had the time to seek out any potential relationships, school and Jungkook's football career diminishing any drive to even yearn for something more, something solid. The friends with benefits deal that the two of you mutually agreed upon ended up serving you perfectly throughout the many years you knew each other. Sure there were times when you would hookup with other people, sometimes even thinking you found someone to share more than a lustful night with. But it all proved useless when your hectic life schedule reeked it's usual havoc resulting in the two of you back together. The many failed attempts were long forgotten when he was eating you out and making you forget—Taehyuk or was it Taehyung, well whatever the hell his name was, it didn't matter in the end because jungkook always made it is sole purpose to erase any traces of them from your brain.

As for the budding emotions that deemed you more conflicted each day, you were unsure when you broke the no strings attached clause that was clearly stated when you first began hooking up; a notion agreed upon by both parties yet here you were, failing miserably yet unwilling to step away. You wondered if it was that night, when Jungkook's fingers were tenderly threading your hair, working through the strands with such familiarity. You felt vulnerable when he held you like that; bare skin to bare skin, hearts beating erratically after partaking in another round of earth rattling sex that rendered you speechless, an effect Jungkook knew he had on you which made you wonder if that's why he decided to bring up such a heavy topic for causal pillow talk.

"Can I tell you something truthful Y/N?"

You were wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms, head resting on his bare chest with your eyes shut in content bliss, soaking up his warmth and listening to the calming pace of his heartbeat. You nodded, giving him a silent go head, your brain still fuzzy from the intense orgasm that shook your bones moments ago, leaving you unprepared for the storm he was unintentionally about to brew.

"I'd date you."

Your fingers that traced along the side of his bare chest slowed as your brain processed what he had actually just said to you.

"Y-you'd what?"

You wondered if Jungkook could feel the way your cheek began to heat up against his chest with a forceful blush. Certainly he would be able to see how his confession affected you if your paled expression wasn't thankfully hidden from his gaze. You would be lying if you hadn't thought about dating Jungkook in the past, even wondering if he would date you too so hearing him confirm it out loud made you feel a whirlwind of emotions that left you utterly confused.

Before you could gather what his words were insinuating he was already giving you an explanation.

"Don't get weird, it's just a friendly confession. I just wanted to say that if things were different, like if I didn't have my football career taking up all of my time and I could actually commit to something else, I probably would have tried to date you."

If things were different. Would have.

Those two bits taunted you ruthlessly and you were slightly saddened and even a bit hurt by his choice of words. Different? What did he mean by that? You wondered if Jungkook meant you ruined any chances with him because of your friends with benefits deal. If he thought lesser of you now that you slept with him without a relationship title—surely he couldn't be that shallow. It wasn't like you wanted to date Jungkook back at that time but you were such a hardheaded person at times, being told no something you didn't hear often, you tended to want it all or nothing so if this whole agreement had left you without even a chance you wished you never slept with him at all.

An infamous line mockingly popped in your head, leaving you frustrated as it applied perfectly to your situation.

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

At this time your feelings for the male were entirely non existent but you couldn't deny that you hadn't thought, even pathetically hoped, that things between you two would one day turn into something more. The two of you worked well together, people who didn't even know you thought you were already in a relationship and the people who did wondered why you weren't. You were well aware that the chemistry the two of you shared could easily be manipulated into something else, something more, if you ever dared to take it there and for the first time you began to wonder, why hadn't you given it a shot?

Only if how you imaged Jungkook saw you now were actually the case, you felt naïve and slightly offended to have once believed you even had a sliver of a chance.

As if Jungkook was reading your mind, he quickly backtracked and clarified his statement.

"Don't get me wrong, even after all of this I'd still date you but if things work out after university—for both of us, we'll be going on such different paths I don't even think they would be compatible."

Sadly, you did know this to be true for you had tried to picture what a life with Jungkook would look like. You didn't give it a whole lot of thought but each time you did the results tended to be the main reason behind your ability to separate your heart from the erotic activities you partook in with the man who held you tenderly. It wasn't an unknown fact that one day Jungkook would make it pro, the endless recruiters showing up to his games confirmation of this, sometimes even with contracts in hand, all pining to sign the star player who dominated the field with such poise and skill. Local sports headlines claimed he would be the most anticipated recruit of his year when that time came.

And that time was coming too soon for your liking.

Listening to Jungkook state the obvious about how unrealistic a relationship would be with him resonated perfectly with you back then. You weren't stupid, you saw the warning signs when they presented themselves so how was it that you let yourself develop even the slightest tingle when he simply smiled at you or subconsciously held your hand.

"Why are you saying this Jungkook?" You laughed a little to stiffly from trying to cover up your true feelings, hoping he couldn't sense the slight panic that lingered behind the sound. You wondered if this was Jungkook confessing to actually wanting more than emotionless hookup's and you remembered being slightly worried that he was the one who would ruin what you two had going. You couldn't have been more wrong about who the true culprit would turn out to be though, for you were walking down a dangerous path that only had three possible outcomes. One: realization that whatever it is you were feeling lately was simply because you were starting to get lonely and absentmindedly confusing your friends with benefits relationship as something more than it actually was. (You honestly preferred this option the most) Two: you were actually starting to develop feelings for Jungkook and for God only knows why, he somehow felt the same and you two would start dating. Or Three: you had feelings for Jungkook only for him to not feel the same and prefer to have a no strings attached relationship with you. You would try to extinguish your feelings but knowing yourself, you'd fail and end up losing what you and Jungkook had. To say this scenario doesn't scare the living crap of you would cause you to shamefully lie for what you shared with Jungkook was the only form of stability you had in your life at the moment.

You recall Jungkook's silence after you questioned his choice of topic, how his brows furrowed cutely as he carefully pieced together what his reasoning would be. When he sighed lowly, removing his hand from your hair to wrap his arm around you and hold you tighter against him, you braced yourself for the inevitable truth he was about to bestow on you.

"Honestly I don't know, it's not like I have feelings for you or anything, you're my friend—a friend who lets me fuck them senseless now and then that is—" you slapped Jungkook's chest and he chuckled, gripping your hand and wrapping it around him once again, not liking that you removed it solely to cause him physical harm. Jungkook was undeniably a cuddly person, without failure he would find a way to end up intertwined with you, wether it be holding hands or hugging, he always managed to be touching you in some way. When he was satisfied with repositioning your limb back to it's original spot on his chest he continued on, "I was randomly thinking about what we could have had if life wasn't so messy and don't try to tell me you haven't either. We've been doing this on and off for over three years now, we've built a friendship out of what started as just sexual attraction and now I couldn't picture not having you in my life. You're smart, beautiful and funny, truthfully any man would be lucky to date you, it's just unfortunate I'm not eligible to be one of them."

Your heart stirred pathetically when he spoke such honest words, so sincere and unexpected, the blush forming hot and prominently across your face probably glowed in the dark room and you laugh now remembering how foreign that feeling was when currently it felt like it would never go away.

"Even if you were, I wouldn't date you anyway."

A sad, sad lie but you needed to change the topic so you could control the way your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest at any second.

"What? Why not? I'm perfect boyfriend material!" Jungkook sounded genuinely offended and you giggled, knowing he indeed was boyfriend material but you didn't want to feed his already enlarged ego.

"You snore."

Jungkook groaned, pinching your side and causing you to squeal, "well that's not fair, I can't help it! You know I have a sinus condition!"

Rolling your eyes, you held back the laugh that pulled at the corners of your mouth, trying to appear as serious as possible. "Just accept it, you're too high maintenance kook."

Jungkook snorted loudly, "as if you're not."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You scoffed, lifting your head up to finally look at him.

Jungkook was radiating with his usual post sex glow, ironically he always looked good after sex while you looked like you had just been beaten up by 6 different people at the same time; hair tangled and frizzy while your makeup smudged around your eyes making you look like a distant relative to a raccoon. You weren't embarrassed by your appearance anymore, recalling how you used to hide your face or rush to the bathroom to quickly fix yourself up before he would see you in such a state. But now the levels of comfortability had peaked and you didn't care how horrid you looked, especially when it only made Jungkook feel even more proud of himself for being the reason you looked that way to begin with.

"Jungkook bring me food, Jungkook massage my neck, Jungkook I can't sleep so come over even though it's 2am and you have practice tomorrow."

Even though you knew Jungkook was purposely dramatizing his mockery of your voice, you still glared fiercely up at him for such a monstrous representation. He had made you sound like a cat being murdered with a dull blade.

"I do not sound like that."

Jungkook kissed your nose, an action you took as a apologetic gesture until he opened his mouth again, "it's okay to be in denial Y/N, I still like you regardless."

Let's just say, joke or not, Jungkook wasn't graced with the gift of your skilled mouth for a while after that. (A while actually being a day because not having sex with Jungkook for longer than 24 hours would be a punishment not only to him but to yourself and you cursed him and his magical cock for your inability to hold a grudge.)

So here you are, swiping open the message without hesitance to see the usual 'you busy?' text you received whenever you didn't already end up hanging out that day. Normally the two of you were inseparable, in the sheets and out but for the past week you were so busy you hadn't been able to spend much time together. Your week consisted of participating in a group project at the library a few times, work your mid day shifts at a local coffee shop while also cramming in enough time to study for upcoming midterms. Jungkook too was dealing with his own shortage of personal time since the football season was starting and training alone was practically a full time job.

As a result the two of you were feeling the effects of your time apart heavily, your clit was so overstimulated by your vibrator that it just felt like a dull buzz at this point and you were in desperate need for some real penetration. Jungkook was dealing with his feelings towards the separation by sending you a variety of photo's and texts about his own frustrations at unnecessary times of the day. Conveniently (insert sarcasm here) one of them happened to be when you were discussing the new work schedule with your boss, using your phone to bring up the calendar just as Jungkook decided to grace you with a message, begging you to come suck him off in the locker room before practice in graphic detail (followed by a million crying face emojis, some praying hands and an eggplant because what's a sext without the eggplant emoji. Jungkook's words, not yours.) Let's just say, things haven't been the same with your manager since and you're starting to contemplate finding a new job.

[10:21 pm] You: just studying

[10:23 pm ] Jk: the new season of Riverdale is pretty good study material huh

Your eyes lifted from your device to look at the paused screen of the show you were watching on Netflix and the smirk that appeared on your face was confirmation that Jungkook was right about his accusation.

[10:24 pm] You: what can I say, Cole Sprouse is a good stress reliever

[10:24 pm] Jk: meh, I think I know of a better one tbh

[10:25 pm] You: oh yeah? And what might that be?

[10:29 pm] Jk: New picture message

[10:32 pm] You: be over in 20

A picture of Jungkook's bugle in his grey sweats was all you needed to have you practically falling off of your bed and scurrying out of your apartment like the thirsty dick fein you were. It was Friday night and you didn't have class or work tomorrow, the group project was finished and you had already clearly given up on studying. You were a free woman for the time being and you knew exactly how you wanted to reward yourself for such a tiring week.

Realistically ten minutes was all it took to make it to Jungkook's shared apartment a few blocks down from your place, especially when you practically ran the entire way. By the twenty minute mark you found yourself on your knee's, hand wrapped around the base of Jungkook's pulsing cock as you bobbed your head at an unforgiving pace.

"Ah fuck Y/N, fuck...!"

Jungkook's thigh was trembling under your free hand that rested against it, a sign that he was close even though you had only been working him for less than ten minutes, your mouth never failing to bring him quickly to the edge.

You could tell Jungkook was fighting against the premature orgasm as usual but his heavy breaths and steel like grip in your hair were telling you he was already failing miserably. You wondered how long he would hold up his resolve this time, would he push for ten minutes? Five? Maybe even one more minute if you were lucky. Sometimes you liked to keep track of how quickly you could make him cave from your skilled mouth, the longest session being twelve minutes so far and as of right now it appeared that you were about to break a new record.

His hips were jerking erratically at this point, the once steady pace of his thrust's into your mouth turning sloppy and desperate. You didn't know why Jungkook kept torturing himself like this, maybe it was his ego and competitive demeanour that didn't allow him to give into you like he knew you wanted but whatever the case, it just made you work that much harder. Your hand gripped tighter around him as you slid his length even further into your mouth, you could never fit it all on your own but that didn't stop you from trying. When you felt him at the back of your throat you swallowed, allowing the sensitive head of his cock to be engulfed by the sensation causing him to moan and hiss above you. Your thighs snapped shut at the sound. Jungkook was always so vocal, something you never knew turned you on until you began sleeping with him.

"Fuck!" Jungkook ripped away from you, not being able to take anymore when you swallowed a second time, his own hand quickly replacing yours to pinch the base of his cock and stopping himself from cumming too soon. You contained the satisfied smirk that was daring to spread across your face knowing you had done it again, you had made him lose. Instead of basking in your smug satisfaction, you began to softly massage his thighs, eyes feigning innocence as they looked up at his disheveled features, pretending as if you didn't know what you had just done.

"God, that mouth of yours—" Jungkook trailed off completely out of breath, eyes screwed shut in concentration as if he was thinking away the orgasm that threatened to take over. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and the action caused you to lick at your own, a new want taking over as you wished it was your own lip between them instead.

"It's dangerous." Jungkook finally says and your eyes finally drift away from his mouth to see his own staring darkly down at you, catching onto your bold staring that's was filled with a noticeable desire.

"Come here."

Jungkook didn't even give you the chance to stand since he was pulling you up himself and within seconds the lips you were just thinking about were attacking yours without warrant. You moaned the instant they met, wet and soft and burning against your own. You felt almost relived now that you had gotten what you wanted and your heart swelled pathetically in your chest since he was finally kissing you again after what had felt like decades.

The two of you didn't kiss very often, even as affectionate as Jungkook was, kissing wasn't a common action you indulged in for it was a little to intimate compared to the way the two of you fucked; wild, rough and needy. But then there were times like this, times where you were graced with feeling Jungkook's soft lips moving against your own, his tongue swiping eagerly against your bottom lip, the satisfied moans that died in the back of his throat as he too lost himself in the sensation. It were these moments that made the blooming ache in your chest worse, something Jungkook was blindly unaware of. If only he did know that the reason you weakened in his arms and whined desperately into his mouth wasn't because you were affected by the desires of lust, no, but because you were shamefully falling even harder than you were before.

So enraptured by the heated make out, you didn't realize Jungkook was gradually guiding you backwards until the back of your knee's were hitting the edge of the bed. Jungkook was breaking the kiss and speaking before you could even protest against it.

"Lay down on your back."

You didn't hesitate to comply when he spoke with such promise laden in his words. You missed this, you missed falling submissive to Jungkook's will, letting him do anything and everything to you for he never failed to bring you immense pleasure in the end.

When your head rested against the pillow, Jungkook had finished removing his shirt, the last article of clothing left on his body and now your eyes were graced with the otherworldly sight of his tanned skin, fully bare and you treated yourself to the view, letting your eyes scan the expanse of his toned frame. Your mouth parted slightly at the image of Jungkook’s muscular arms flexing when he crawled on and up the end the bed. You were only watching him come closer yet the simple action left you breathless and wetter than you had been already, anticipation and need pulsing through your core and you clamped your legs together, desperate for fiction to soothe the ache that was burning between your thighs.

Jungkook smirked, loving the affect he had on you even when he hadn't even touched you yet.

"Don't get shy on me now Y/N, let me see."

His hands were gripping your ankles and spreading your legs apart before you could attempt to close them back up, your bare centre on full display for his eyes to see.

You had been ridden of your clothes the moment you stepped into Jungkook's room, the male waiting and ready to attack the second you let yourself in. He had hidden behind his door, shocking you when he approached you from behind, completely unexpected and covering your mouth to contain the scream he knew you would make. Jungkook was always pulling stuff like that, looking for new ways to spice things up in the bedroom or to simply just scare the living hell out of you. The second Jungkook's body moulded onto your backside, tongue and teeth assaulting your neck with his free palm boldly cupping your warmth, you knew it was him and you fell captive to his assault, became putty in his skilled hands. Jungkook sometimes enjoyed to strip you himself, an act driven by the dominant side of him that occasionally flared up when he was feeling more daring. The first few times he did it you were too shy, trying to cover yourself up much to his dissatisfaction. But now you were more comfortable and confident as you stood with arms by your sides, intently watching him as he drank you in with such hunger, the way he circled you, licking his lips and eyeing you from head to toe, loving how you were fully displayed for him. When Jungkook acted like that he reminded you of a beast stalking its prey, preparing to attack with no mercy.

And that's exactly how it felt right now, his hands holding your legs apart, your core exposed and dripping, completely enticing and the male fell to his forearms, mouth inches away with a look of pure need blazing in his eyes.

"So pretty," Jungkook says, warm breath fanning over your cunt, drawing out the syllables to make sure you could feel the ghostly air of his words against yourself. Your head fell back in embarrassment, finding yourself unable to watch him look at you with such thirst, licking his lips as if it were the most delicious thing he had even seen. Jungkook liked to tease you, liked to push your limits and you expected that, what you didn't expect were the two fingers that slid into you with such ease, no warning or work up to prepare you for the invasion.

"And tight."

Jungkook chuckled darkly when your back arched off of the bed, a drawn out moan of his name escaping your lips at the feeling of being filled up so quickly.

"Jungkook!"

"Yes?" He mused, watching smugly at the way you wiggled and bucked when he began to slowly pump and curl his fingers inside you.

"Please, oh my god—please." You always found yourself begging and pleading with him, for what though? You didn't know, you never did. You just knew you needed something, anything.

A low and husky chuckle left him as he quirked an eyebrow at you, "come on Y/N, tell kook what you need."

Jungkook curled his fingers even further, hitting a particular sweet spot inside of you that had you mewling and you didn't know how much more of his teasing you could endure.

Jungkook picked up his pace just slightly, enough to stir up your arousal even more but still not enough to satisfy your ache.

"Jungkook...!" You whined pleadingly, slamming your palm onto the bed when he puckered his lips and let out a puff of cold breath to breeze against your throbbing clit. "Anything, please give me anything, your mouth, your cock... please, just more!" You cried out, ignoring the way he smirked in satisfaction when you were now the one that was caving.

"Anything huh?"

You nodded, gripping your hair in frustration when his fingers switched back to the agonizingly slow pace, your juices squelching with each thrust.

Jungkook licked his lips, looking as if he was contemplating something for a moment until he spoke once again, "than I want to try something new."

"New?"

You weren't quite sure what was left to try between the two of you but before he could clarify his tongue was on you, swiping and flicking with so much fever. The moan that came out of you was surely heard by his roommates now that he'd finally given you what you needed the most.

Jungkook fingered you slowly and deeply as his mouth worked at a contrasted level, sucking and nibbling at your clit with such intensity and you were reeling from the confusing yet mind blowing course he had taken.

If this was the new thing he was talking about, you didn't know if you loved or hated him for it.

When he decided to switch back and forth between his tongue licking languidly whilst his fingers pumped you at a body rocking pace, the coil in your stomach was rapidly becoming unhinged whilst a foreign feeling was lingering along with it.

"F-fuck...! Ugh, Oh my god!"

You didn't even care how loud you were being and it seemed that Jungkook didn't either when he made no attempts to quiet you. Your hands had found purchase in Jungkook's hair, holding on for dear life as he ate and fingered you into a different dimension. The new sensation was starting to overpower your looming orgasm, you had experienced it a few times before, only with Jungkook of course and whenever the telling signs appeared you welcomed them with open arms and delightful cries of pleasure.

"J-Jungkook, I'm gonna, I-I'm gonna...!"

You wanted to warn the male about the oncoming release but it was too late, you were cumming and squirting before you could even process that it was actually occurring. Your body shook and trembled with pleasure while Jungkook coaxed you through the entirety of your orgasm, his fingers never faltering and his mouth never stopping until you came down.

Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you slowly, in awe at what had just occurred, "wow, that was..."

You felt a stray tear roll down the side of your face from how overwhelming the sensation mixed with your orgasm was. It was almost everything you needed you alleviate the stresses of the previous week and you basked in the remaining remnants that surged through your body, leaving you weak yet still needing more.

When you finally lifted your neck to glance down at Jungkook, you saw the way his chin and chest glistened with your unanticipated juices, soaking him in your arousal but he just stared at you in amazement.

"I just made you squirt, Again. Holy fuck it was even hotter than the last time."

You couldn't even find the strength in you to form a reply but it didn't matter since Jungkook was already crawling up your body until he was resting between your spread thighs. He pressed his mouth against yours, coating your lips with the slickness of your own juices and making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Pulling away and looking down at you, his hand came up to brush away some hair that had fallen onto your face. "Are you good?" He asked when he noticed the glossiness in your eyes and the few tears that had already fallen.

You nodded, "just fuck me already Jungkook."

Jungkook chuckled, bending down to give a quick peck to your lips and the familiar warmth didn't fail to spread through your chest when he did.

"Your wish is my command."

Jungkook's mouth continued its assault down the expanse of your neck, peppering soft kisses along your collar bones until they found purchase on your breasts, his mouth working against your hardened nipple, gently sucking and licking at the bud until you were wiggling and softly moaning beneath him.

"Jungkook—" you breathed out when he switched to the other nipple, focusing his tender assault on the sensitive area.

His hands began to slide down the sides of your body, his rough palm moving against every curve until they reached your thighs. Gripping onto them, Jungkook hoisted them around his hips, securing your legs there as one of his hands slid between your bodies to rub against your tender mound.

Jungkook let out a huff of approval at his findings, "such a good girl, always so wet and ready for me."

You needfully groaned in response, you always felt weak when he talked like that. Taking note of how your hips desperately bucked up towards him as your grip tightened around his neck, Jungkook was back at your neck, nipping at the skin and causing you to hiss at the feeling of his teeth biting and sucking the flesh.

Jungkook rolled the palm of his hand against the length of his throbbing cock, catching some of his precum to slick up himself up before settling his grip at the base and guiding it towards your heat. You wiggled in anticipation, eager to have him inside of you after so long. Jungkook began to slowly rub the tip of his cock along your slit until your own juices wetted the head even more to make it easier for him to slide right in.

And slide right in he did.

Jungkook bottomed out instantly, wasting no time to bury himself in you and you missed how full and thick and perfect he felt inside of your walls.

Finally. You sighed in relief as you gripped onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs even tighter around his waist to pull him closer, making him feel even deeper than before.

"S'good—" he panted into your neck when he began to roll his length into you, "s-so tight, always so tight."

Jungkook raised himself to rest on his forearm and used his free hand to hoist up one of your legs higher. He was slowly grinding into but he was hitting so deep you couldn't even find the strength to tell him to fuck you harder how you liked. Everything was feelings too good at this point, his lips on your neck, his hand burning a hot path as he stroked your thigh and his cock, fucking so deeply you could swear you could feel him in other places too. Your eyes were rolling at the sensation, head falling to the side weakly as the pleasure of his slow pace began to intensify.

Jungkook had never fucked you like this before, languid stokes hitting the deepest parts of you without the roughness you were used to. Your nails clawed at Jungkook's back when his thrusts started to draw out even more and somehow even deeper with each thrust into you. He was filling you up with every inch he had to offer and your mouth dropped open in a silent gasp when he began to hit your G spot with perfect precision and pressure.

Your head was spinning madly, trying to process the amount of pleasure he was giving you. Your hips were lifting subconsciously, meeting his every stoke, the faint sound of skin hitting skin also filtering the room that danced with both of your whines and moans.

You gasped in shock when Jungkook suddenly flipped you onto your stomach and reentered you before your body could even process that he had left it. Your hands were gripping onto the metal frame of his headboard, face scrunched up in the ugliest frown at how much better he was sinking into you from behind. His hand not supporting himself above you had firm grip on your ass cheek, separating them so he could watch himself slide in and out of your pussy with ease. Laying on your stomach, ass slightly arched upwards with your legs pressed together made you feel even tighter around Jungkook and he was moaning and panting as the feeling brought him closer to his own highly anticipated orgasm.

Your brain was fuzzy, throat dry due to how long your jaw slacked open and heart beating erratically at how intimately you were being fucked by the man you'd foolishly developed feelings for.

It scared you how perfect this felt, how his hands that slid up and down the expanse of your body while you felt his breath hit the side of your face made the sensation of him slowly fucking you more fulfilling, more pleasurable.

You could feel everything and for once you didn't want to. For once you wished he was just pounding you mercilessly, pulling your hair and leaving bite marks all over your body like you were used to. At least then you could ignore the creeping feelings that threatened to overshadow your judgement, at least then you were distracted and could forget about the reality of how stupid you were for falling for a man who couldn't fall for you back.

But now you were made to feel it all, experience how your heart soared knowing he was the one making you feel so good, how you knew you'd never find anyone else who could fuck you so well, make you cum so hard you squirted, a thing none of your previous boyfriends or hookups could do. Realistically no one could compare to Jungkook in any form; visuals, kissing, sex or simply being a good person with a heart of pure fucking gold. He was perfect, too perfect and the revelation that he could ruin you, raise your standards so high that no other man could possibly fill his shoes was terrifying.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," Jungkook groaned before he pressed his pelvis firmly against your ass, swivelling his hips so his dick could rub around your walls even more and you cried out at the feeling. Jungkook was filling you to the brim, as far as he could possibly go and it was slightly painful but the pleasure of it was more intoxicating.

"That's it Y/N be a good girl and take it, take it all."

You were speechless, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your ears were ringing so loudly they drowned out the loud moans that ripped from your throat. You probably looked wrecked, you certainly felt that way, physically and mentally. This wasn't how people in your situation were supposed to fuck, you knew this and you knew Jungkook did too. It was this that he meant when he said he wanted to try something new, it had to be. Sure what Jungkook did with his mouth and fingers was absolutely mind blowing, but this was another level, a style of fucking the two of you never even thought of trying. Well at least you hadn't, for this was a style reserved for couples, the term to describe it being making love, was it not? Sensual, slow, passionate, raw. You could experience everything this way, touches, sensations, expressions, the things that went unnoticed or unappreciated when you were fucking like a blur, hard and fast.

You came silently and hard. Harder than you ever had before and that said a lot considering jungkook hadn't even used any clit stimulation to push you over the edge like he normally did and that revelation was slightly terrifying. Had you really enjoyed being fucked so intimately by Jungkook that it was better than any other session you experienced before? You didn't know what to think.

Your sudden release took Jungkook aback for he collapsed on top of you with a loud whine when your walls began to spasm and clench without any warning. He didn't stand a chance when your pussy was practically sucking him in and holding his cock as its prisoner. You were so lost in your own world of conflicting, overwhelming pleasure that you didn't even notice how affected Jungkook was either. He was drenched his sweat, trembling above you and panting breathlessly from how hard he worked at fighting off his own looming orgasm, one that was present from the moment he slipped himself inside of you at the start. Jungkook was such a pleaser, never finishing before you and the time's he did, which were rare, he'd make sure that you'd cum so good that you'd fall into a blissful orgasm induced slumber. And right now was clearly not one of those times from the way jungkook was almost crying out in relief when his ball's finally twitched and he was coating your wall's with his own much needed release.

The both of you were silent as you basked in the aftermath of such a heated session. Jungkook had already slipped out of you and rolled onto the open spot beside you, breathing deeply and weirdly enough what was normally a sound you enjoyed hearing was suddenly making you very uneasy. Jungkook was surely reeling from his orgasm and completely unaware that your own lack of words was mainly due to the listless thoughts that surged through your brain. You were trying to process what had just happened and why it affected you as much as it did. You knew that you had developed feelings for Jungkook, that was almost undeniable at this point but you could certainly say that they weren't anything too serious, you liked to think you had them under control for they were still at a tameable level. Your feelings were really only present during small moments like when Jungkook would smile at you a certain way or hold your hand as you walked down the street as if you two were already a couple. It had never been too intense, you didn't spend every waking moment thinking about him and your heart didn't feel like it was being ripped out of your chest whenever he did end up crossing your mind.

But now, now you weren't so sure.

What you had thought was just a minor problem that would pass or get swiped under the rug like the rest of your concerns you tended to neglect purposely. You always told yourself you could live with the idea of secretly liking Jungkook a little more than what one would consider as just friendly feelings.

Now a new discovery had struck you. A notion so big, so inexplicable and totally unrealistic you wondered if Jungkook had finally done it, had actually fucked you senseless for the tingles and butterflies you thought were petty, those little specs of feelings had abruptly blossomed into something more complex.

You hadn't been falling for Jungkook this whole time, you already fell long ago.

And you didn't have feelings for the man either, didn't only just admire the small things that made him so sickeningly cute and just so, jungkook. No, you loved them, loved the way his nose scrunched up when he laughed, the way his head tilted when he found something challenging or how he poked his tongue into his cheek when he was feeling bothered. You loved them and as comical as it would sound, how absurd it felt to simply feel it and think it, you loved him.

You loved jungkook and this terrified the crap out of you.

Because as easy as it was to ignore the signs before, to play them off as only minor feelings or maybe even a pathetic crush, now you knew it would be impossible to ignore the soaring of your heart, the flushing of your cheeks or how perfect it felt to be held in his arms. And you couldn't, no you wouldn't allow yourself to love someone you knew could never love you back, even if they tried. Realistically it would never work out in the end, Jungkook even said it himself, the two of you are going to live completely opposite lives, lives that could never blend well and would certainly be your demise. You would rather suffer in silence than potentially lose your best friend because you were too selfish with your desires to see that you were digging a bottomless hole and blindly jumping in.

"Holy shit."

Jungkook finally talking had brought you out of your dwelling and you blinked yourself back into reality, feeling the dampness pooling around your eyes and you brought a hand up to touch you face, feelings the trails of tears that tricked unknowingly down your cheeks and you were thankful that Jungkook hadn't noticed them but even if he did, he probably thought it was just sweat.

"I don't think i've ever came that hard before." Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, turning over to look at you and you faked a smile, hoping he couldn't tell how insincere the action truly was. "And I know for sure you hadn't either, well at least not with me that is. Jesus, you have to at least give a guy some warning next time."

"Sorry."

"Better be." Jungkook teased before getting up and heading to his ensuite bathroom, the male fortunate enough to score the room with a private bathroom in his shared apartment. When he returned with a damp cloth for you to clean up with, you thanked him and fell back into the awkward silence jungkook wasn't picking up on.

"Breaking bad or Game of Thrones?"

"What?"

Jungkook shot you a look over his shoulder as he began setting his laptop up to his TV and you realized he was already preparing for the post sex hangout the two of you always had. Jungkook's eyes squinted at you questioningly and you froze, knowing that he was starting to see right through you like he always could.

"You good? You seem kind of out of it?"

You swallowed nervously under his scrutinizing gaze, "ah, yeah i'm good."

Jungkook looked far from convinced and to cover your ass, you threw a pillow at him and told him to fuck off, mimicking behaviour you were known for. Your act must have been convincing enough because Jungkook was laughing and directing his attention back to his previous affairs. "mm, okay... well what'll it be tonight, drugs or incest?"

To keep him from questioning you further, you kept up the facade of your usual self, "drugs please."

You decided you would watch an episode before you would spew off some excuse as to why you needed to head home for the night and when the time came your reasoning was you forgot you were covering a shift for one of your coworkers. Jungkook gave you a questioning side eye for a moment since he knew you never worked weekends. When you further stretched the lie out to something more believable, Jungkook was nodding understandingly with a disappointed groan.

"Can't you just stay here and leave early?"

"I'm sorry, you know I would if I could."

Jungkook wasn't pleased with the news of your departure, pouting his lips as he crossed his arms like a stubborn child. "Well are you sure you're fine to walk home right now?"

You nodded, a silent response for you didn't know how your voice would behave while your emotions were rapidly boiling over inside of you.

Jungkook sighed in defeat when he saw you actually heading to the door and gripping the handle, "okay fine, just call me when you get home so I know you're good okay? I don't know why you aren't just staying over like usual, it's already so late and I know you're probably exhausted."

"I'm fine kook," you lied, honestly you were dying to just stop your cowardly retreat and crawl back into bed with him so he could cuddle you and play with your hair like usual. But sadly you knew those days were over, as were a lot of other habits the two of you had, such as holding hands and worst of all, the friends with benefits deal. If you expected yourself to control your emotions you certainly couldn't have sex with him anymore, that would just be purposely pouring gasoline into the fire.

"Alright Y/N, if you say so. See you tomorrow yeah?"

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, tears welling in your eyes knowing that you would once again have to lie and you were selfishly glad you didn't have to look him in the eye when you told the biggest one yet. You wouldn't be seeing Jungkook tomorrow, or the next day or probably even a month from now and the idea of this hurt you beyond repair.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

You hoped he didn't notice the way your voice broke in the end or the gleam of fresh tears spilling down your cheeks when the light from the hallway shown onto your face. And you certainly hoped he didn't hear the sob that escaped when you shut the door behind you, brought out by the simple action that symbolized something much more than what it actually was. It felt like you were closing the door on the two of you and you had to stop yourself from opening it back up and heading back inside.

This would be the end, for a while at least until you figured out what these feelings meant, but as of right now, you and Jungkook were officially, unofficially over and once again, that same phrase started it's mantra inside of your head—

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

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