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m1lflov3rrr · 9 months

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For the First Time

I wrote this inspired by the song For the First Time - Mac Demarco :)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: mutual pining, old love, angst, fluff

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: You and her were the best of friends (if not even more) during your time at Nevemore… You lost contact after graduating. Now, you meet her again after 20 years.

A/N: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Hope you enjoy :)

”Can you believe we’re graduating tomorrow?” You asked your best friend, Larissa.

You were laying under a willow, your favourite spot to hang out together. Her back was resting against the magnificent tree, your back pressed against her front, her hands wrapped around you.

”I really can’t… All of it is coming to an end tomorrow…” She whispered sentimentally.

You turned around slightly to meet her gaze, ”Hey, don’t say that. It’s not an end of anything. It’s simply a new chapter in our lives, Rissa.”

She sighed, looking at the school from a distance. ”Just promise me you won’t leave me. Please don’t forget me… I couldn’t bear losing you.”

You smiled softly as you cupped her cheek, focusing her gaze back to you as her cheeks flushed red.

”Cross my heart.”

”Larissa Weems!” You watched proudly as your greatest friend took long strides across the stage, shaking hands and receiving her diploma. She looked so beautiful up there, you thought. You cheered for her louder than anyone else did.

And before you knew it, ”Y/N L/N!”

You let out a shaky breath and got up on the stage, shaking the hands of your professors and receiving your own diploma. The crowd cheered at you, but your eyes were only fixated on Larissa, who was clapping, her smile full of pride as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, watching you. You smiled brightly at her and waved, curtsying on the stage for everyone before walking off.

”We did it!!!” You yell excitedly as you basically jump to each other.

”We did,” She whispers, tightening her hold on you, never seeming to want to let go. And neither did you.

You stayed like that for god knows how long. Until you felt like you had to tell her what you’d been dreading for the past few weeks. You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell her earlier.

”I’m leaving tomorrow,” You whispered almost inaudibly.

You felt how her body physically froze, and she pulled away slightly to meet your gaze. She looked confused and scared.

”Rissa, I- They’ve accepted me in. I’m leaving to Oxford to study law, to fulfill the dream I’ve always had.” You said with a sad smile, knowing how hard it must be for the taller girl, because it certainly was for you.

”W-what?” She let out a shaky breath. You were slipping away from her faster than she could’ve ever imagined. She wasn’t ready for it, not yet.

”I’ll call you every day, I promise.” You said, taking her face in your hands.

Tears of sadness were now flowing down her cheeks, as she whispered desperately with her last strength, ”Please don’t leave me.”

You smiled softly, as you whispered ”I love you, Larissa Weems,” and kissed her softly.

She seemed shocked, but instantly responded to the kiss, never wanting to let go. That loving, affectionate and tender moment lasted as long as it could, until you both had to pull away for air.

She knew this was it. She realized that you might not ever see each other again.

”I love you too,” She whispered back.

At first, you did call every day. You’d even sent her letters and gift boxes with things from England to remember you by. She always said how much she missed you and wished you were there with her. You even planned for her to come visit you, but just as she was about to buy the plane ticket, she had received an email telling her she’d been accepted to study teaching across the country. You were on video call with her when it happened. You were happy for her, but at the same time sad as you realized she couldn’t be able to visit you.

And slowly, the calls were becoming less frequent and you didn’t even text that much anymore, the how are you’s were becoming a once a month thing. It hurt you so much, knowing how she probably had moved on and found someone better in her life. The plans you had made weren’t going to come to life.

After a year, you didn’t call or text anymore.

”Y/N, come by my office for a second, will you? We have a new lawsuit and I need to inform you the details.” Your boss, Jeff, asked you.

”I’ll be there in a sec!”

You went into the office and saw Samantha and Richard, your co-workers there, too. You smiled at them, sitting down.

”Alright, I know it’s a bit far away, but we have a new client reaching out to us all the way from Vermont.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Your firm was located in Atlanta, Georgia, several states away from Vermont. Sure, your firm was one of the finest in the country, you’d had clients from across the country before, too.

”What’s the case?” Richard asked.

”The principal of Nevermore Academy has contacted us about the situation, apparently the school is under construction after a disaster and they’re having some troubles with the construction company.”

Your jaw dropped.

”What kind of-” Samantha started but you cut her off in your state of shock.

”Wait, Nevermore Academy?! Like, the one in Jericho?!” You asked the dumb question to know if you’d just heard wrong.

Jeff looked at you weirdly, ”Yes, is there a problem?”

”N-no! No, it’s just I grew up there. It’s a funny coincidence, that’s all. Nothing wrong with it, go on!”

”Alright, well, I’ve chosen you three to go over there, your flights are booked for tomorrow night.”

You had settled in a motel in Jericho, now leaving to Nevermore by taxi. You were fidgeting with your bracelet and your rings, trying to calm yourself down. You knew you wouldn’t see anyone you knew, but simply being reminded by that place took you to a path down memory lane. It was hard returning after 20 years.

When you arrived, you didn’t immediately get out of the car. You felt a hand on your knee - Samantha was looking at you worriedly. ”Hey, are you okay? You seem pretty nervous.”

You shot her a small smile, ”I’m fine, I just haven’t been here for such a long time.”

She chuckled, ”I get it, but hey, we’re here right by your side. You got this, okay?”

You nodded and exited the car. You entered the school halls and Richard stopped a blonde-haired girl with pink and blue highlights. ”Excuse me, miss. You don’t happen to know where the principal’s office is? We’re here for a meeting with her.”

It’s not like you didn’t know the way there - you just felt like you couldn’t speak. Being there brought back too many memories, it was almost too overwhelming.

The girl smiled brightly at you three, ”Of course, I’ll show you, follow me!” She said enthusiastically as you began following her through the hallways.

Soon, you were stopped in front of large oak doors. Looking back, you should’ve paid more attention and read the golden plague. You didn’t.

”Thank you a thousand times for your help. It was very kind of you.” You said with a smile to the girl, who just smiled back and nodded, saying it’s a pleasure and waving you off as she was already rounding a courner.

Richard knocked on the door, and a come in was heard.

He entered first, followed by Samantha and lastly, you. Your attention was on your phone, responding to a few emails. You didn’t even bother looking up at the principal. Not today.

”Welcome to Nevermore Academy. Thank you for travelling all the way here, it is very much appreciated.” Started a somehow familiar voice, with an even more familiar rich accent. You frowned but thought you were just imagining things.

”I am Larissa Weems, the Headmistress of Nevermore Academy.”

Your entire world froze at those words. Your eyes widened as you slowly rose your gaze up to meet hers, after all these years. She was looking at Richard and Samantha, who had already stepped forward and were shaking her hand.

You stepped cautiously forward also, filled with anticipation and fear. What if she didn’t recognize or remember you?

But that theory quickly proved itself as false, as when Larissa’s gaze moved from your co-workers to you. Her gaze lingered for a second, she squinted her eyes and tried to connect the dots.

And she immediately did.

Her smile dropped and she let out a shaky breath as she realized it was really you. You watched her as she drank your more matured form in. You were dressed more elegantly, in a dark blue suit with your hair styled and your makeup done almost professionally. You had certainly had a glow up, but you were beautiful before, too.

Larissa looked as beautiful as ever. Just like she did all those years ago. She had aged like fine wine. She still had that same glorious style that you always admired on her.

Your little moment was interrupted by Richard’s awkward clearing of a throat.

”Richard Sanders.” He said with a nod, causing Larissa to practically rip her eyes off of you.

She nodded with a smile.

”Samantha Byrnes.” Samantha introduced herself.

And now you realized all eyes were on you again, your co-workers staring at you expectantly to introduce yourself and not seem rude. They didn’t know.

But you did. And so did Larissa.

You didn’t know if you were going to just pretend like this was the first time you just met. Because all you wanted right now was to run into her arms and hug her and tell her how much you’d missed her and love her and how you never want to be apart from her again-

”Y/N L/N.” You said monotonely, like a robot. You decided to play safe and act professional around your co-workers.

Larissa’s face dropped and she looked disappointed, sad. But quickly replaced it with that all-too-familiar polite smile as you all sat down across from her.

The universe had really just punched you in the face.

”Y/N, I’m so sorry but I need to head back, my kid has broken his leg, do you think you and Richard could handle this together?” Samantha storms in your room, startling you from your thoughts.

”Oh, uh, yeah, of course. Go, we’ll be fine. I hope little Alfie’s okay. Give him my best!”

She smiles at you, ”Thank you, Y/N. I really wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t an emergency.”

You nodded understandingly. ”I know, Sam. Have a safe trip back, we’ll be just fine.”

Now it was just you and Richard. Which made the task even harder, as you’d have to interact more with Larissa now that Samantha wasn’t there anymore.

You took a shower to calm your thoughts, slipped into your pyjamas and then you heard a knock on your door. You wondered who it’d be at this hour - Richard, looking rather uncomfortable.

”Rick? You alright?” You questioned, observing his unusual demeanor.

He sighed. ”Y/N, Jeff has asked me back at the office immediately. He had an issue with the bank, and as I’m also the accountant for the firm, I really can’t not go. I’m really sorry, I know Samantha left too, do you think you could handle this alone?”

You groaned internally. This was just your luck. Normally, you’d be thriving at a lawsuit like this. You were, without a doubt, one of the most succesful lawyers in the whole country, this should be a piece of cake for you. If only your emotions weren’t involved.

”I guess I’ll be fine. Do you really need to go?”

He grimaced, feeling bad for you. ”I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t a crisis. Y/N, the firm needs my help right now, it’s pretty serious.”

You thought for a second, ”I guess I’ll be fine.”

”Thank you, and I’m really sorry again.”

You waved it off, ”No biggie, just go.”

And then it was just you. This could easily be the hardest thing you’d ever done in your job. Separating your emotions and work life. Usually it was easy for you, but not this time.

You didn’t sleep that night, too busy dreading about the interactions you would have to deal with tomorrow.

Your stomach turned as you walked along the all too familiar hallways. You were even more nervous than yesterday, as now you knew what was about to come.

You hesitantly knocked on the door and heard her telling you to come in, her voice sending chills down your spine. You sighed and reluctantly went inside.

”Good morning,” You breathed out, causing the blonde to immediately snap her head to look at you.

You noticed the faintest smile on her face for a split second as she looked deep into your eyes, just like she did all those years ago. But that ended as soon as is started as her eyes were already searching for your co-workers.

”Good morning, where are the others?” She asked, looking at you confusedly.

You rubbed the back of your neck, ”They had to go back, both had some kind of an emergency. So, you’re stuck with me now.”

She nodded as the smile appeared back on her face, this time slightly bigger. ”I wouldn’t want it any other way,” She whispered barely audibly.

You felt yourself blushing at her words, clearing your throat and sitting down as you searched for the folder in your bag.

”So, I’d like for you to look at this,” You said as you gave the folder to her.

She smiled and nodded, starting to read everything carefully. This was the perfect chance for you to admire her beauty, how you admired that woman. The subtle wrinkles on the outer corners of her eyes and on her forehead and the more visible smile lines. She was absolutely breathtaking, her presence was enough to make you swoon, how her mere gaze was enough to make you melt into-

”It’s rude to stare, Y/N.” Larissa said, not taking her eyes off the papers in front of her.

Your eyes widened as you realized you had gotten caught. ”I- I wasn’t staring.”

Larissa finally put the papers aside, as she intertwined her fingers and laid them back on the table, leaning forwards so her entire attention was on you now, just like it used to be.

”Y/N, you and I both know very well that you can’t bring yourself to lie to me. At least believably.”

You were shrinking on your seat, this was way too embarassing for your liking. You needed to change the subject or you would burst.

”I, uh- So, h-how do the papers look? Are they to your liking?”

Larissa looked a little taken aback by your sudden change of subject, narrowing her eyes and parting her lips as if to decide whether to continue speaking to you as Larissa, or to act like the professional Principal Weems. With a sentimental sigh, she decided on the latter one. She had to put her emotions aside for this to work.

And that’s how it went for the next few days. Every day you would go into her office, discuss about the contract and you had arranged a meeting with the head pf the construction company for next week.

Now, it was Friday and you and Larissa would be meeting one last time before next Monday’s important meeting.

”Hello,” You greeted her with a smile as you sat down.

She smiled tenderly back at you, nodding her head and greeting you back.

”So, I was just coming by to drop these files and also this introductory contract, which you might all agree on best case scenario.”

She nodded and took the files from you. ”Thank you, Ms L/N.”

That made your heart drop. During your time here, not once had she called you that. It wouldn’t be the same darling as it used to be, just your name. But never had she once called you by your last name.

You felt an uncomfortable twist in your stomach, like you were on the verge pf tears. You didn’t know why after all these years, she still had that affect on you. Like your whole world depended on her words.

Larissa didn’t look comfortable either. She had felt immediately weird after calling you that so professionally. She wished she could just call you darling, because even after all these years, you still remained her darling.

The longing eye contact made your eyes blurry with tears, as you whispered almost inaudibly, that- ”Please don’t.”

She looked at you with the exact same expression of despair.

You shook your head to yourself and grabbed your bag, ”Well, I assume everything is now done. I’ll see you on Monday, Ms Weems.” You didn’t know if you were talking about the case or something else, but either way you began to make your way to the exit doors of her office.

”Darling, wait.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. You weren’t sure if you heard it right. You hadn’t even heard that name in 20 years. And how fucking much you had missed it.

A hopeful glint in your eyes caused you to turn around, to meet the woman not sitting behind her desk anymore, but right in front of you.

You looked at each other so longingly, and some subconscious force in you caused you to take her hands into yours. She didn’t pull them away, instead she squeezed on them to assure you everything.

And she smiled the most genuine, but at the same time fragile smile.

And that made you break. You threw yourself in her arms as she tightly wrapped her arms around you to ensure you’re never leaving her again.

It was the best feeling you’d ever felt. After all these years you had longed for this to happen, it now did. Fate had brought you back together. That meant that you and her were supposed to be what you always wanted to be, together.

”God, I’ve missed you so much, Rissa, you have no idea,” You sobbed lightly in her arms as tears were silently flooding her cheeks, too.

She chuckled, ”I haven’t heard that name in decades. I missed you too, darling, more than life.”

And you stayed like that for so long that you lost track of time. Neither of you seemed to want to let go of the other. So, you simply didn’t. Until-

”Darling?” Larissa started as she was stroking your hair gently.

”Mhhm?” You hummed against her shoulder.

”Would you like to go out with me?” She asked, suddenly nervous.

And now, like you should have done all those years ago, you wasted absolutely no time to answer with the biggest smile; ”Yes, Rissa, I would love to.”

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pursuitseternal · 4 months

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Give young Astarion “Everything” in this nsfw, loss of innocence update to “Our Blood is Thicker”💞🗡️

Astarion xF!OC (Cordehlia) |E| 3.8K to lose their virginity

Summary: flashback dream to their last night together, their first time together, and the gift they give one another of everything…

CW: losing virginity, outdoor sex, flashback angst, present day wet dreams, and elven recall returning.

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Chapter 12: Everything

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“Astarion!” Cordehlia called, leaping off her couch in her antechamber and flying into his outstretched arms. He strode in, so comfortable and welcome in his intended’s home. Cutting a fine figure in his doublet of blue and burgundy. The colors Cordehlia always said brought out his violet eyes. He stopped quick as she saw him, waiting and braced to hold her the moment the door to her chamber opened.

He only gave that low, lingering chuckle as he spun them both around. “My darling,” he caressed her ear, planting a kiss on her smile, always so big to see him.

Even five years later since their betrothal. She was just as happy, nay, happier now, than the day he said she would be his.

He breathed, a self-satisfied smirk on his full and handsome face. Releasing her from his arms, he clutched her hands, both in his. Those fingers so smooth and tender and refined. Like the silks and satins she wore. “I just received word…”

“I just got…” she said at the same time.

“You go, my lady,” he faked a gentlemanly bow, pressing her fingers to his lips. “I shall wait with my news.”

“My dress, it has arrived, all the way from Baldur’s Gate. I think even your parents will approve of it. I can’t wait for you to see it, the stitching, the colors, the jewels, it’ll be perfect for our wedding…”

His eyes narrowed, brows softened. Guilt and regret twisting his face in ways he could not hide. Not that he had ever really been good at masking his strongest feelings.

“What’s wrong, Astarion?” Cordehlia held her breath until it burned.

“I… just received word…” his long, pale fingers held a neatly rolled scroll, red wax seal already slit and message already read. “They want me to start my studies to be a magistrate…”

“No…” she shook her red braids so hard, one fell. “I thought they didn’t accept you.” Her smooth voice choked.

“Mother and Father called in a few favors…” he kept his eyes on her face. “This will be good for me, for us. The chance to forge my own way, to make a name for myself out of their shadow. To gain connections and power and perspective so I’ll be twice the High Lord they are once they…”

“Good, cause you sound just like them,” she spat, folding her arms. “And you come bursting in here like that’s astounding news. Like I’ll be happy.”

His hands grabbed for her again, and despite the frown on her beautiful face, she let him. “Don’t you see, I’m doing this for you too. First, my beautiful betrothed, then my wife, the spouse of the most powerful Magistrate in the greatest city in Faerûn, and finally, High Lord and Lady of our people,” he gave one of his sultry, velvety smirks. “There won’t be a soul who wouldn’t kneel at your feet then, my love.”

She stayed rigid before him, those sweetened words teasing at more brilliant hopes and dreams than she dared to envision. “Astarion,” she warned.

“Just think, my darling, you’re in awe of one beautiful gown from the City,” he purred, bringing her closer into his arms again. “Now imagine a whole trousseau, a whole wardrobe brimming with the same or finer clothes for you, one for every day of the year…”

She stepped closer without truly realizing it. Or resisting it. Stopping only once they were belly to belly, hip to hip again. “Perhaps,” she breathed, her tone softening again.

“You would be the talk of the Patiars, the envy of all, my beautiful bride on the arm of the most powerful Magistrate, a title I finally deserve, deciding life and death, freedom and punishment…” his hands stole over her smooth, silken skirts, pressing her pelvis against his, pressure on the sweet curve of her ass in his hands until she could feel his growing arousal.

His desire for her, and for the future he had long dreamed of. It made him… hungry.

“I suppose my gown will hang waiting happily to be joined by other such finery. It’ll only take you a small matter of time to complete your studies and begin, I do not doubt,” she smiled again. Smaller and fainter, but brimming with pride in him.

“No doubt,” Astarion flashed his toothy smile back at her. “But…” he paused, growing still again. “…I leave in the morning.”

Her fingers clawed into the thick fabric at his elbows. “What?” she snipped.

“Term has already started, I can’t delay any longer,” he replied so matter of factly, her stomach sank to her toes.

“So, you’ve come to say… goodbye,” she breathed, face falling into despair before she buried her face into his chest.

His hand swept into the mess of braids on her head, petting through them softly. “We have tonight,” was all he could say, trying hard not to make his voice waver as it was wanting to as well.

She sniffled, hiding her slightly swollen eyes from his sight. Not that he had never seen her cry before, but… tonight felt different. Solemn. Significant.

“Well,” she swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm, very close to his body. “I don’t want to waste a minute of it then getting your clothes all wet.”

That rakish grin curled his lips. “Not with tears, anyway…”

Cordehlia choked on a laugh. “Maybe… we do something… special,” she barely spoke above a whisper. “Maybe… just maybe…”

“What do you have in mind?” he purred, hands sweeping over her back, down her ass to hold her by her hips against him again.

“You sneak into the larder, grab us a feast,” she flicked half a smile in his face. “I’ll take care of the rest. Meet me back here in five minutes.”

“So short a time,” he face screwed in humor.

“I said we won’t waste a minute of it.”

And she disappeared through the door to her inner chambers.

Astarion hurried on light and silent feet. He knew every inch of her house, the fastest ways in and out, the way to the pantry least likely to be seen. And just where the General kept all the good stuff. He grabbed a cloth, stuffing it with dried sausages and cheese, fruits and finally a bottle of Ithbank to share. Enough to sustain them… if they were about to do what he thought.

What he hoped. And indeed, it would certainly be… something.

His heart pounded, hands, usually so skilled, fumbled to tie the cloth into a sack without dropping a thing. Peeking around the corner, he slunk quicker and quieter than he ever had.

Despite the way his cock had grown stiff down one of his trouser legs at the mere thought of what this… something… might be.

He beat her back to her chambers. Setting down his parcel, he took a moment to… adjust himself. Swallowing the groan that came out as he pulled his length against his belly instead, he had to wipe his hand from how much he was already leaking. “Gods,” he cursed to himself.

“Something the matter?” she softly called from behind. He turned slowly, breath catching and eyes wide as he saw her. And he giggled. Her arms were full, blankets and flint box and a bundle of kindling weighing her down. But underneath, she wore that dress…

“You look so… beautiful,” he breathed, and he rushed to her to relieve her of those goods.

So soft as he brushed against her sleeves, the palest green of spring, studded with little pearls and gems bright and small like the stars. Thread, silver like her eyes, wove in patterns all about her body, like little clusters of constellations in the sky.

Cordehlia blushed as he met her gaze, her look was eager, excited, and… nervous, he thought.

“By the looks of things, we are going camping, roughing it, sleeping in the dirt?” he taunted mischievously, arching one of his rakish brows.

“Well,” she purred, clutching the blankets against her breasts and grabbing the pack of food he prepared before heading to the door, “I wouldn’t dream of giving you this… gift under my Father’s roof…”

Astarion groaned, hiding its source by shifting the weight of the kindling and flint box in his arms. But really it was the way her words sent the sharpest, hottest pang right to his groin. And he prayed to every one of the gods he wasn’t leaking into the cream of his tunic before he got to remove it at this rate.

Swallowing he followed her silently, recovering what senses he could as he trailed behind her hem. Once they slipped from the kitchen door, he took a breath of cooling summer air. “So, my darling, where are you absconding with me?” he crooned over her shoulder as they made their way through the gardens towards the trees.

“Not totally sure… maybe just a little patch of nowhere, just for us…”

Not as if she didn’t know every mossy bed in the trees around their homes, as if they hadn’t already stolen kisses and pleasured each other under almost every tree’s boughs in their five years together. As if the grasses hadn’t all been flattened by one or both of their backs as the other sucked or licked their lover in the moonlight…

But such thoughts were not helping the increasingly damp stick inside his trouser’s waistband.

She cut sharply to the left, deeper into the forest, just as he thought she would. Her favorite little spot, a gentle stream nearby, ready access to waters for when they would have to clean up after themselves. This time, he let his heavy-breathed sigh sound for her to hear.

Cordehlia turned, a knowing and desirous smirk on her full and pink lips. The moss here was extra lush, and she quickly began spreading her blankets around in a neat little bed. “Why don’t you start us a fire to keep warm?” she grinned, starting to lay out the provisions he had snatch.

He had never stacked wood or struck a flint faster in his life. Once the fire had taken hold, he wiped his hands together and turned. She stood bathed in starlight and flickering flames, her back to him, hair parted over one shoulder, her eyes soft and beckoning.

A silent ask for him to help her disrobe.

“Oh, my love,” he breathed, closing in on her, hands clasped at her bare shoulders where her gown already began to slide down her ivory skin. He lingered his lips against her neck, pulling her back and rear to brace against his stomach. His hips gave an unbidden roll against her ass. “What will it be then…?” his voice dripping with his desire as his fingers quickly tugged lace after binding lace from the stitching down her back. “My tongue between your legs?” he purred, a heavy sigh making her shoulders rise and fall beneath another tender kiss from him. “Your pretty, pink lips sucking my cock?”

This time she moaned, helping ease her dress from her arms and over her hips. Step by step, she turned to face him, kicking her dress out of her way. “I thought I said something special, something I haven’t done with you before, but… I’d like to…”

He wrapped his arms around her bare back. “You don’t have to, you know,” he said, steadily gazing in her eyes. “I would hate to leave you tomorrow with… regrets.”

“I think I would regret it more if I didn’t give you my…” she paused and blushed and turned to hide her sheepish smile against her shoulder. “My everything. Especially if we will be parted for a time.”

Astarion let his held breath ease slowly, his belly clenching at her coyness, his cock throbbing at her words. “Well, then, my love,” he stroked the breadth of his palm down her supple curves and rounded hips, “your… maidenhead is a gift I have been waiting for, and one I will cherish forever.”

“Cut the silken words, Ancunìn, and disrobe,” she giggled. She turned and thrust her chin at him, that same taunting, defiant smirk on her face he recalled from their youth.

“With pleasure,” he leered back at her, those deep violet eyes locked into her stare as his fingers flew through his clasps and buttons. He watched her chest rise and fall, her own gaze sinking down his front the more of his chest came into view.

She breathed his name the second those long fingers started to free his cock, already the thick pink head prodding out of his waistband.

“Cordehlia,” he returned the amorous tone. One hand tugged off his trousers and kicked off his boots. The other wound into the back of her head, pulling her panting lips slowly to caress his own.

He nearly tripped on his own pants, hurrying to get freed. Especially once those smooth, gentle hands of hers wrapped around his cock and softly palmed his balls. All at once. Tugging up, she steadied him with a laugh that tickled down his throat. “Easy, Astarion,” she whispered into his mouth, “we have all night, remember?”

“One we will never forget…” he growled, his voice so thick, it even surprised himself. They melted as one into the blankets, the scent of her skin and woodsmoke filling his every breath. Her body seemed to cradle him, wrapping him in her arms, clenching his middle with her thighs. That ivory skin even smoother than the Baldurian silks she stripped off just for him.

He wanted to taste her every lick, inhale her every breath, wanted to watched her every reaction to his touch all at once. His mind raced, years of waiting to finally join like this, and he couldn’t help but wish he had read more… done more to ready himself.

But her hands were already pulling him over her hips, her mouth already panting greedily for air as she bucked against him. This embrace was nothing new, he knew the press of her body, the warmth of her mouth and the grip of her hand. He was ready for more. She was ready to give him more.

Everything.

He stole his hand between her thighs, catching her drenched folds, wetter than ever as he parted them. But this time, after a few languorous circles of his thumb over her clit, he delved two long fingers inside her.

Her pulse raged, her muscles clenched taught at the welcome intrusion. They had played little games in their passion, just the brush of his cock against her entrance, just a shallow dip into its heat and warmth once or twice each time before she would squeal nervously.

But not tonight. He groaned to feel her shifting inside, around his fingers, hotter as he sank them deeper, as he withdrew them to thrust them back in a little faster.

As he joined a third finger to stretch that virginal thightness just a bit more before he…

“Gods,” he groaned, resting his head for a moment on the pillow of one breast.

“How does it... feel?” she sighed, her own voice shaking almost inaudibly as he kept a slow and steady pump of his touch.

“Perfect,” he groaned. “Tight and perfect…”

“And all yours,” she breathed and laughed. Her fingers gripped into his ass, urging him closer, so close his cock pressed into those seeping folds. He coated his length in her slick, holding his breath as he guided his own drenched head against her entrance.

He paused, looking into her face, her eyes half-shut, her teeth biting her lower lip, sight glued to watching the small space where they would join. “Please, Astarion,” she moaned, a slight buck of her hips, “I’m ready.”

He gave a slight nod, a gentle kiss into her panting belly, and then rolled his hips. Slowly, her wet and heat swallowed him. The pressure of her core on his head making his breath hitch in his throat, gripping him so tightly, he stopped. Glancing up, he drank in the blush on her cheeks and neck, the way her face squinted in that twist he had seen every time she came undone.

Cordehlia groaned, breath rapid. “Mmm, just a moment…”

He pulled back an inch, slowly sliding in more… and more. His thighs shook, his hips and body craving to fuck deeper, to bury himself to his balls and thrust until he felt nothing but her warmth and wet and pressure was his whole world.

Her hands braced on his shoulders. “Slowly,” she panted, hips screwing beneath him, wriggling for release. “But don’t you stop,” she moaned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he managed to reply, sliding back easily once more. Half-way in, and he pushed against that pressure that resisted on his head one last time.

Until it eased.

Until she sighed, arching her back, wrapping her legs. “There now,” she panted, trying to steady her voice as if she wasn’t being split apart by his cock. “All mine… all yours…”

Until morning… She pushed the thought from her wandering mind. Easy to do as he hung his head between her breasts and began to gently roll his hips once. And again.

His throat shook each time, little growls as he dragged inside her, back and forth. His breath was hot on her skin, shaking and unmeasured. As if he had been running uphill, but instead he gave little undulations of his hips that sent her careening toward pleasure so quickly through the stretching pain, that fire in her nerves as his cock split her thighs impossibly wide just to fit him inside.

He restrained himself, she could tell, fighting hard to control every little roll of his body between her thighs, every rock of his hips and slide of his belly across hers. Every thought in her mind focused on matching his movements, letting her muscles heat and open and relax to be finally so completely filled.

To ride one another so naturally, fit perfectly, pleasurably.

Arms wrapped around his neck, leveraging her strength as she arched when he hit some spot inside her channel. The cry from her lips made him pause, eyes wide at first in terror, easing to a smile and low laugh as he noticed how her own lips hung slack in a grin. Totally enthralled and consumed.

It was enough to throw him over the edge. But first….

He lowered his mouth, catching her nipple in his lips to give her a long, teeth-dragging suck.

“Ah…” she gasped and quirked and bucked as her whole body shook beneath him. Around him.

Every spasm of her channel squeezed him, sucked him harder than her mouth. Divine pressure that he fucked against, all control, all restraint gone. His own breaths deafened his ears, his own body riding into the ground beneath her, the pulse of his cock against her walls as he finally reached his climax. Too much to control now.

He groaned so loudly, chest collapsing on hers as he spilled into her, groaning and shaking and sweating until every last drop of cum emptied at last.

Still so hot and tight and wet. She sighed, grieving that splitting pressure the moment he pulled away. But he clung to her tightly, face buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of meadow grass and sweet flowers that covers her skin. He managed to purse his lips on her collarbone for a kiss between dry pants. “I never want to do that with anyone else… not in this lifetime or the next,” he rasped, and he could feel her smile bloom across her face.

“Me neither,” she whispered a reply into the soft silver curls near her face. “But I do want to do it again… now…”

He barely lifted his head, that cunning, desirous smirk canting his handsome features. “Let a man get a drink first, insatiable vixen that you are…”

Astarion jolted awake, the thick air of the Cursed lands still in his nose. Not sweet meadow and woodsmoke. His back was ridged with scars, not nail marks from her clinging to him. His stomach growled in perpetual hunger for blood, not just the aching throb that did still exist between his legs.

But somethings were just like his dream… or was it his memory… was it her memory?

Cordehlia still laid beside him, their skin pressed against one another as they rested in trance. And then, there was the stick of his cum that covered his stomach and thighs.

Cum from his sleep, from his dream of their first time.

Silver eyes batted open, a smile on her face until she looked at his embarrassed grimace. “Oh, Astarion…” she cajoled softly, “did you… did you see my dream too?”

“What do you think?” he tried not to snap, hand trying to hide the way his erection still seeped his seed onto his belly. “That was… our first time…”

“Mmhmm, and I’m ever so glad it wasn’t our last,” she purred, flashing him that same little smirk of seduction before she stuck out her tongue, licking that trickle of cum from where it hung midair from his slit. He groaned, so close to needing more than that to find his release if he wasn’t careful. But Cordhelia gave him another sly little glance as she got up. “Let me help you get cleaned up, my love.” She went for the basin and a rag, wringing out the water before kneeling at his side.

The mighty vampire was still too mortified to watch, to take his arm from where it hid his face in the crook of his elbow. “I can’t believe I just did that…. Last time this happened was the last morning you had snuck into my rooms in the manor… how you had to borrow my cloak that morning to hide yourself as you snuck back after dawn since we got so carried away that morning after…” he waved his dexterous hand over his hips, “…this.”

“Astarion Ancunìn,” Cordehlia froze, rag mid-swipe over his balls, “are you… remembering?”

It smacked him from the inside. The perfect recollection of that morning, covered in his own cum, burning off his morning lust with her lips sucking him clean until he came again…

“Yes,” he replied, lifting his arm and sitting upright. “Yes, I am remembering…”

A sad, relieved, joyous smile danced over her lips. She fell on his body, trapping his face between her palms. Kissing him until he couldn’t catch a breath between her lips, not that he needed one to survive.

Not in the same way he needed her to survive now.

But he had one last little memory. “You never did give me that cloak back, did you?” he chuckled low in his throat, feeling her answering smile.

“Guess I can’t lie now that you are remembering…” she teased, keeping his face so close to hers, she never wanted to let go.

“No, you can’t, my love. You can’t…”

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nightingalestarchaser · 10 months

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● Superbia II

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Twin Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: Very much 18+. Incest, Smut, Truly terrible rich people being toxic to each other and others.

A/N: Back in my dream house playing with my most toxic dolls. As mentioned above this includes smut, nothing too explicit but they're not exactly wrestling. Also, just a note to clarify that Daemon's wife in this story is not Laena. That woman is a goddess and a queen, and I could not drag her into this terrible relationship. I love her, and her relationship with Daemon too much to involve her in this nonsense. Hopefully you enjoy, if you do I will be eternally grateful ♡

"Remove yourself from my bed, I have tired of you."

"I think you will find this to be my home, therefore my bed, so I won't be vacating it."

"Were you born an irritant?" She sighs, leaning against the headboard and looking down to her brother. "Or has it been a journey you've undertaken?"

He looks up at her from where he is laying, a lazy smile on his lips.

"It is quite hard to take you seriously," He raises a brow. "when you look so ridiculous." He reaches up, fingers stroking her shoulder and gliding under the strap of her silk slip. "What is this?"

"You know perfectly well," She swats his hand away lightly. "don't think I can't see through your flimsy pretenses. I am not taking it off."

He laughs, closing his eyes and squeezing her shoulder before resting his hands on his stomach.

"You needn't. I'll still fuck you."

She rolls her eyes, moving her hand to his hair, gently stroking it. She is glad he has grown it, she always preferred it long.

"Oh my dear brother," She murmurs, twisting her fingers in her hair, giving the blonde locks a gentle tug now and then. "Are we not yet too old for these games?"

"You have the option of ceasing to play, dear sister," Daemon retorts, one eye opening and meeting hers. "though we both know you will always join the game."

"Arrogance doesn't suit you," She tugs his hair. "there would be no games without players."

"Are there any further lies you wish to spout before you get over here?" He grins, closing his eyes and holding his hand out. "I'm losing patience."

She takes his hand, squeezing it. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed. Like he could not possibly be capable of wrongdoing.

"Well patience is a virtue," She smiles as she sits up, slowly moving to straddle him. "I would not expect you to possess any to lose."

Her slip is gathered around her hips as she slowly sinks down onto him, her eyes falling closed as her lips fall open. He surges forward, his arms coiling around her.

"This really is ridiculous," He murmurs, kissing her shoulder and gathering the soft material of her slip in his hands. "such things should not exist that obscure perfection."

She opens her eyes, looks down to him, her arms slowly stretching up into the air.

"So remove it," She grins. "free me."

He does not need to be asked twice.

They have enjoyed many lazy mornings together since her arrival at Dragonstone, just one week earlier. Her husband had been called away to his homestead to attend to a family matter, and she had decided to take her children to visit their cousins.

She found the capital so achingly dull, when the walls started to close in around her she knew it was time for a break. She loved the freedom of Dragonstone, as did her children. She was a proud mother to twin boys and a daughter, the greatest gifts her husband had ever given her. They were born out of duty, but she loved them fiercely.

They were sent ahead to Dragonstone with their nanny, a maid, and one of her bodyguards. She had written to her sister-in-law to inform her of their journey, after receiving the invite from her. To her surprise, and the surprise of most of the realm, Daemon had chosen a truly incredible woman as a wife. She was a true lady, possessing beauty, grace, charm and wit. She had given Daemon the most lovely twin daughters, and was expecting their next child.

She adored her sister-in-law, and her nieces. She had built a wonderful relationship with her brother's wife, and was a doting aunt to his children.

But Daemon was hers first, he would always belong to her.

She writes to him to tell him when she will be flying out to Dragonstone. He meets her in the clouds with Caraxes, their dragons calling out to one another. They land in a field far from the castle.

They have lost time to catch up on, after all. She has barely dismounted from one dragon when another is between her legs. They keep it short, having an itch they both need to scratch. She picks the grass from her hair and flicks it at her twin, tells him he is no gentleman.

They arrive at the castle the image of perfection. She rushes to embrace her children in the great hall, feeling complete to have them with her once more. She greets her sister-in-law with warmth, carefully touches her swollen belly and shares in her excitement. She makes a fuss of her nieces, promising them she has brought even better gifts than those from her last visit.

She is shown to her room, the room she always stays in when she visits. Her children are on the other side of a door, Daemon is across the hall. She leaves the children with their nanny, adjourning to her room to bathe before dinner. It is remarkable to her how easily she feels at home, as though this is the place she belongs. She would love it even without Daemon's presence, he just gives it an extra pastime.

Her maid goes to fetch more hot water at her request, a knock on the door soon afterwards cannot possibly signal her return. She summons her visitor, lifting her arm and trailing her fingers along her wet skin.

She is not surprised at her brother's impatience. Once she gives him a taste, he will not stop until his cravings are satisfied. She keeps her eyes on him as she slowly lifts her leg from her bath. Her foot rests on the edge, she focuses her attention back on her arms.

He kneels by her, places a reverent kiss to her foot before his fingers tread the water. She sinks further, closing her eyes and resting her arms over the warm edges of the tub. He is slow in his movements and she does not hurry him. They have the luxury of time with the thrill of a limit to it.

She lets out a low moan as his thumb swipes over her most sensitive point, her back arching under the water. He stands before leaning down to place a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes open and meet his. She slowly places her leg back in the water and flicks her hand in his direction.

He goes to see her children, the loving uncle. She adores him with them. He takes her boys to the skies on Caraxes, giving them a taste of what they have yet to claim. He lifts his niece onto his shoulders and charges around with her as she squeals with delight.

The thought of returning home is far from her mind. She has not yet satisfied all her cravings, she will only return once she has done so. There is much to enjoy on Dragonstone, it is not easily abandoned.

The families join on the beach, the children play in the sand and the water, the adults watch with pride as the cousins play so harmoniously.

She discusses possible names with her sister-in-law as they stroll along the beach. Daemon entertains the children, their laughter filling the air. She is asked if she would like more children. She says she is blessed with what she has, though another blessing would not be so undesirable.

She does so loathe the taste of tea, after all.

Dinners on Dragonstone are more pleasant and relaxing than they are at home. There is a warmth around the table, there is joy and laughter and a sense of contentment. There are no guests to entertain and impress, no elaborate attires needed.

When the children are taken to bed, she sits with her brother and his darling wife. He holds her hand, smiles at her when she speaks, treats her like any loving husband should. She deserves it, she has not proved to be unworthy of his love.

But she will not be the one laid out on the painted table late at night, the heat of the flames at her back fuelling her. She does not pull Daemon into empty rooms to amuse her. He does not spend his mornings laying in bed with her.

That is reserved for his other half.

"She'll be here soon, I should leave." Daemon mutters, unmoving from where he sits against the headboard.

"So you will leave for her but not me," She raises a brow. "I must learn her tricks."

Her maid arrives before Daemon makes an attempt to leave. She does not make comment, as she does not any morning she finds the princess in bed with the prince. She places the cup of tea by the bed, giving her mistress a nod before leaving the room.

"Aren't you going to drink it?" Daemon asks, looking down to his sister.

"I'm letting it cool." She tells him, resting her arms above her head and gliding her leg along the silk sheet beneath them. "kill the time with me."

He moves over her, she places her foot on his chest.

"I've had that," She smiles, gently pushing him back with her foot before raising her leg aloft. "I need to see if your skills have improved these last hours."

When the time comes for her return home, she decides she will sail with her children. She tells her dragon to fly home, watching him disappear among the clouds.

She hugs her sister-in-law tight, tells her she can't wait for the next visit, to meet her new niece or nephew. She hugs her nieces, promises them she will be back soon, with the most amazing nameday present for them.

She kisses her brother's cheek, whispers a promise of a gift for him too.

After all, a gift for him is a blessing for her, they are one.

#hotd #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon fanfic #i really could have just called this rich people vacation sex #that's basically it #plot? we don't do that here

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩“

Inspo: Rex Orange County - Pluto Projector

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Son!reader

Summary: You would carry the weight

Warnings: character’s aged up, brief talk of abuse, and just fluffy and angsty throughout.

Words: 1623

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVES TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

Maddy found out she was pregnant at probably the worst time in her life. The school was starting and she was dealing with Cassie dating Nate. Overall, it had been a stressful time for her to even have a baby on her mind. But she knew abortion wasn’t an option as having a kid had been a dream of hers since she could fully understand the concept.

Raising her own son or daughter. Able to teach them all that she knows. Help them through difficult times. See them rise to success and fall just for her to pick them up and support them. Be able to have grandkids. And see what her child has made of themselves and be incredibly proud.

That was all she had ever wanted. She never received that fully from her parents and she just wanted the best life she could provide for her child. So, it only made sense that she was able to follow through on those dreams.

Kids around town and parents alike did scrutinize her silently for her decision. Being labelled as the pregnant teenager, who had fucked someone who didn’t decide to pull out. It was a lot to handle. Even her parents weren’t sure it had been the best idea for her at the time in her life. She was still young and still had so much life to experience.

But her response was always so simple and full of love.

“Then I get to experience it with my baby.”

When you were conceived, Maddy knew the moment she held you in her arms, you were a gift that she never deserved. Not in a million had she ever seen such a beautiful baby boy with the brightest eyes and goofiest smile. You were her angel. Her gift. Her reason to live and to fight for what she held close.

There hadn’t been much in Maddy’s life that she saw as a core memory. It was debatable that her years as a kid were her best, but none of them came close to when you looked up at her for the first time inside that hospital room. It seemed like for around a minute, you were old enough to know who she was and understand what was happening around you. Because all she was love within your brown eyes that had begun to tear up.

You hadn’t cried. You hadn’t done anything but stare up at her.

It had been the most extraordinary thing that Maddy had ever seen. She knew that every parent felt like their kid was special and greater than any other she had seen. But it felt like you had proven that you were something else. Because as she stared back down at you with a smile, tears rolling down her cheeks. Your tiny little hands grabbed ahold of her gown and pulled your head into her chest.

That had not only been the greatest moment of her life. But a moment that she would never forget and would tell you about when you were older and could fully realize how special you were.

The moment that she took you home, all her friends visited to see you. Smiling and talking in their amusing baby voices as you laughed and smiled. One thing she knew was that you were completely different from her and your father. A joyful, smart, and extraordinary baby boy.

And you seemed to like the idea of meeting new people that would become family figures for you. Rue is your cool aunt that would let you get away with a lot of your shenanigans and often participate. Jules is the overbearing loveable aunt. Lexi is the aunt that helped you with school and someone you could watch movies with for hours on end. Kat would help you find your fashion sense. Fez would plainly be the cool uncle. And Elliot would be the uncle to get you into music. It was a good variety that Maddy knew you deserved. Far better than whatever Nate could ever give you.

That family that she wanted for you grew with your age and your understanding of life growing. Maddy got through school and got a scholarship at NYU where most of your aunts and uncles were heading for their own dreams. You had everything Maddy wanted to give you. There was nothing else that she wanted except to see you happy with your life.

But there was one part of her that felt shoved away. A side of her past that you had no idea of and would likely be enraged from. That was your father, Nate. Maddy never wanted you to know the things your Nate had done to her and probably countless other girls throughout the years you grew up and the two of them went their separate ways. Hell, she never wanted you to know who he was or to ever see him. It just felt like a disservice to you as she kept it from you and you were nothing like him. You were so different from the both of them that it made her afraid you would see yourself differently after you found out.

The front door to the apartment opening and slamming shut alerted Maddy from her spot on the living room couch. Her head snapped in the direction to see you place your skateboard near the front door and adjust the strap of your backpack around your shoulder. But instead of your beaming smile that she was so accustomed to, she found your hood up with a solum look on your face.

“Hey, honey-” You walked straight up to the coffee table and took the remote and shut off the TV. Ruining her position that she was at with House of the Dragons. But even before she could say a word, you were already speaking.

“What did he do to you?”

It was a rather abrupt question but Maddy had known what you were referring to in an instant. He. No name was needed to know what asshole you spoke of. The man you had never seen except through pictures of him online. Living a lavish life with Aunt Lex’s sister whom you hadn’t ever met either.

But although Maddy knew who you spoke of, she wasn’t even sure she was ever going to be ready for the talk. She never wanted to shine a bad light on Nate even though he deserved it. What she had wanted was for you to have a hopeful outlook on the man. Maybe he would reach out to see you one of these times. Maddy wouldn’t be against it as you deserved to have a father figure in your life. Even then, Fez and Elliot were doing an excellent job as it is.

Maddy’s mouth sat agape, unsure of how to answer. That only made you drop your backpack at the end of the couch and crouch down in front of your mother. Taking her hands in yours as you bowed your head. Sniffling as you shook your head. “What did he do to you, mom?”

Hearing your broken voice made it even harder for Maddy to speak. The back of her throat closed as she inhaled deeply with a set of her own tears beginning to brim in her eyes. “He hurt me, Y/n. He was abusive to me and many others.”

And hearing for the first time, it finally broke you. He hurt her. Your own father laid hands on your mother. There were many questions running through your head that you were sure you would never get the answers to. Albeit, you wouldn’t listen to Nate if he gave answers because you would likely be taking your skateboard to his head, but you just wanted to understand why. Why her?

It felt like Maddy was transported back to that hospital bed as you looked up at her. Tears in your eyes with nothing but love within them. Genuine unconditional love for the woman who had given you everything she could just to make you happy. She felt Deja Vu. Like you had known since you were born the type of war she had been through. It broke her.

“Baby-” Before Maddy could get a further explanation out, you had devoured her into one of your hugs. Ones that held nothing but care and warmth. Every little feeling she had been putting off- Dread, shame, and maybe even a bit of sorrow was washed away.

One of your hands held the back of her head as she cried in your chest. “You’ve been my anchor since I was born mom. You’ve carried weight across oceans that I would never even begin to fathom. You’ve walked through fires to get here,” you whispered softly. “Let me take that weight from you, please.”

It was a plea. A chance to repay the woman that had been your guardian angel. Your light at the end of every tunnel. Your entire reason to smile every morning you got up after doing karaoke with the rest of the family. You were the one taking care of her now. Opening up the book she had put a lock to until now. Allowing her to write the final page and place it back on the farthest shelf within her mind where it would be forgotten.

“I can’t do that to you, baby.” Maddy shook her head, parting from your hug. “You’re still so young. I can’t do that-”

“Mom.” That damn weightless laugh made the woman softly gasp and look up at you. Your eyes were as bright as the day she first held you and your adorably goofy smile filled her eyes. “I’m old enough to understand.”

#maddy perez #maddy perez euphoria #maddy perez imagine #maddy perez x son!reader #maddy perez x male reader #maddy perez x male!reader #maddy perez x you #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez x y/n #maddy perez x son reader #x son reader #x son!reader #euphoria x son!reader #euphoria #euphoria fanfiction #euphoria imagine #euphoria fanfic

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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so excited for your ficletfest bestie!! i'd love to request mutual pining with eddie!

Since I've Been Loving You • Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: working at the radio station on valentine's day is the worst... • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Being stuck in traffic, paying taxes, crying babies in a movie theater, are all things you’d rather put up with than working on Valentine’s day.

It’s the absolute worst day to be working at the radio station. All damn day, answering calls of sappy people requesting love songs for their significant others. You loathe it. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with people flaunting the bouquets of roses, boxes of chocolates and cards that everyone in the office got except for you. Nothing to do with the fact that all your friends already have dates and they wouldn’t be able to hang out with you.

Nothing to do whatsoever, with Eddie not being here, today, out of all days.

By the end of your shift your lip would be all chewed up and your cuticles peeled back. Your eyes keep flicking from the wall clock to the door of your booth, yearning for his figure bursting in and dropping a selection of his personal picks to play on the radio, like always.

Eddie works in the archives, as one of the curators at the station. He always chooses the greatest records to play, and even has a daily habit of leaving you little notes on certain tracks when he drops off the selection for the day onto your desk. He’s gifted you mixtapes that you cherish as if they’re worth all the gold in the world. His music taste is absolutely exquisite, and he’s so intelligent and witty and funny and handsome, the absolute man of your dreams, whom you’ve been pining for since you started working here, and…and he’d never like you that way.

How could he? Why would he, of all people? No one you ever have a crush on reciprocates your feelings, it’s just something that doesn’t happen to you. And you’re at peace with it now. Plus, what a silly thing it is – to be having a crush at your age. And on a co-worker!? No way.

Still, you cling to whatever remnant of hope you have left to at least see him today. That would brighten up your day immediately.

But your shift soon comes to a close and Eddie’s nowhere in sight.

You grumble when the last ring of the day comes through, fumbling with the telephone cord before picking up the call –

– through the static, a familiar voice tunes in.

“Hey there! the name’s Eddie Munson and, okay, so! I uh, I’d like to dedicate this song to my favorite person ever, who I think might be totally clueless. I’ve been dropping hints, giving them mixtapes and notes and shit – oops, sorry, not supposed to swear on the air.” Eddie chuckles.

Your heart must’ve freaking thrusted out of your chest into the stratosphere.

“But yeah, so, if they check under the pile of records on their desk, they’ll know which song I’d like to request. They’re keen on Zeppelin, so I thought that track was it, ya know. Happy Valentine’s day, babe! This is for you!”

The second he disconnects, you scramble through the box of tapes to see that buried underneath the pile is a copy of Led Zeppelin’s “III”, with a post- it that reads, “track 4” with Eddie’s handwriting on sharpie.

With trembling hands, you put on the tape and flick the ‘on air’ button of your console, speaking to the audience.

“Coming up next! ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin! As requested by our last caller of the day. Safe to say, your message has been received, Eddie.”

You giggle as the track begins to play.

The grin that now stretches your cheeks wide couldn’t be wiped down even if you tried, and all those silly butterflies in your stomach now roam free inside of you, as you listen to the lyrics of the song and realize you’ve been such a fool.

Such a great fool.

Too immersed in denial, afraid of being hurt again, that you were terribly oblivious that all this time, after all, your feelings were returned.

What a wonderful, surreal feeling.

More so, when Eddie finally opens up the door to your booth, with a bouquet of roses and a goofy grin that makes your heart thump — even quicker when he wraps you in a bear hug, murmuring into your hair, “Fucking finally babe!”

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting besties!! I think you're the ones that have been my mutuals for the longest time! Happy Valentine's day, hope you enjoyed this! x

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 3 months

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I can't stop thinking how sad it is to live knowing that we could die at any moment without having the chance to say goodbye to anyone. I saw my neighbor get shocked by a wire 4 days ago he was rescued and was in a coma and yesterday I received the news that he had passed away, he was buried this morning. I can't believe it😭😭😭😭 he was very playful he made noise every day and I complained and now I won't hear his noise anymore, sometimes he wore clothes similar to Evan's, those elastic pants and boots 😭😭😭😭😭

i'm sorry you saw that, it sounds traumatic :( and no matter the relation, it is always hard to be reminded of the fragility of life and how utterly random it can be. in reality, any one of us could simply not wake up tomorrow or meet our end in a completely unexpected way. the older i get, the more i realize that having awareness of this and acknowledging it helps you to appreciate life as it is, flaws and all. we all have dreams and plans we might not see; focus on the joy that exists right now and make sure you tell the people who are important to you how you feel. i think one of the greatest gifts the universe ever gave me was having had an amazing day, and a great conversation, that happened completely unplanned.. spent with one of the most important people in my life, just before he passed in a freak accident a few hours later. one of the few comforts.

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justmarisolsworld · 5 months

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Merry Christmas to U.

Merry Christmas, as you get older you realize that this day is not like how it used to be when you were a child, excited for the clock to strike midnight on Christmas Eve. All my cousin's and I would run and circle around the tree for our uncle Alvino to grab a present and holler out a name, going one by one building the suspension and creating a dramatic effect. The spotlight was on one child at a time and then that child would say thank you and embrace a relative that gifted them the present. We'd also get gifts from our Jersey family, and we'd look at a camcorder or phone to thank them as well. As time goes on, traditions change and our priorities shift, what once was the top of our list gradually gets replaced with something else. I realized this with my sister now she is not only my big sister or my parents' daughter, but also now a mother of a 5-year-old kiddo named Aullie.

My sister and I's relationship is complicated, but the love will always be there, I know she's a busy woman, but I'd love to have a stronger bond down the road. My family grew up really fast each generation has trauma, but we do our best to make the newer generation a bit better than the one before. My brother and sister have children forcing them to sharpen up to be role models for their kids. My role has changed to daughter, sister to one of my favorite names is Auntie Mari. Oh, my do I love hearing my niece and nephew say my name with admiration and joy. My kiddos, I continue living for them the most, even though I do not see them as much as I would like they still motivate me to set an example to chase their dreams and that life is tough, but you are never truly alone. I hug my nephew more because I know he needs it the most, having to go through his parents' divorce to having two different homes and feeling like he has a double life. I love my nephew Lionel, he is such an incredible kid, so smart and very talented at sports. Merry Christmas Lionel and Aullie you two are my superheroes, you two give me love and a bond I never knew I could receive such joy when I wanted to end my life to escape the pain. Both of you made me smile and giggle at such silly little things you two would say, so thank you brother and sister for gifting me the greatest gifts I have ever had my nephew and niece.

Merry Christmas to you all!

Sincerely,

Auntie Mari

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eggnogcat4 · 1 year

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journalofbecoming · 2 years

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"I've always wanted so badly to be somebody who loves heavily without it weakening me until I falter under the weight that,

so I lifted the restraints from my own heart and set my burdens free.

That was where I decided I no longer had to hold onto anything I couldn't carry, in the moment I gained the most strength,

when I let go of everything that emptied me, and of everyone who did not empty their hands even just to hold mine as I'd done to hold them and all of their mass, just to be treated like I was nothing more than the baggage I'd worn for them for so long, so the arduous road ahead would not tear them apart.

I've always desired so grievously to have been the person for those whose backs turned on me when I wasn't able to carry their weight and lift myself to my feet anymore, who was able to carry the world on their shoulders and have the ones they loved in their hands, who could embrace everyone they cared for tightly in their arms and held them the closest to their heart to ensure they'd be safe and secure, sheltered from the storms so no disaster or tragedy could touch the people who meant the most. But, after many years of trying to balance it all and remain stable while maintaining my sanity through it all, attempting to salvage what I had left of myself and to heal every wound that was open as I was trying fix what was broken of everyone who depended on my strength and support to keep from falling, that I'd finally realized why it hurt so much more to allow everyone else access to my power before I, myself, was available for myself.

You see, it's always been my biggest, most craved dream that I wanted more than I'd ever wanted anything in this life or world to make reality above all else, to be the lover, the giver, and to do both so passionately, gently, warmly, softly, completely, tremendously, and boundlessly, without hesitation, condition, or limitation. I must say, I still to this day am so proud of how I had the determination and drive enough to set out for it, and I did just that.

It was the most difficult thing to always be the underlying recipient for my own heart, to always effortlessly and innately set myself so low on the levels of which I prioritized things that I'd always made myself the primary person in my life to suffer my loss the greatest, and would always end up in the position within my own values of not even ever having stood a chance to be a priority to myself because of how true to my nature I loved everyone else so immensely and to depths of which I needed to be loved by myself the most. Whether I loved someone with the expansion of all that I am, to the core of my being and past every extent my heart and love could stretch, so I could reach the entire world with a hand in love, and if I did so effortlessly and so openly for those who of which my undying love for was beyond unfounded extremities, I gave all I had and all I was in love to every soul I crossed.

I pray that every soul I touched can't ever forget me, for those who have used my giving nature to their advantage and had nothing else to do with me past the point of gaining what they wanted from me without regards of the pain they left me in will live with the guilt in my memory. In counter to that, the ones who valued my endless love, appreciated my giving nature, and returned everything I invested into them multipled, will remember me with admiration, and I pray that they know they are the greatest, most valuable blessing to me. I pray that the Universe, the world, and this life continue to bless them every day, in every way, then let the river of abundance flow unto them, as I hope they receive also as I did, the gift of themselves. I want the ones that I mattered to know that they mattered to me the most. I want nothing less for them than to receive everything they deserve, but most importantly, to know what it was for me and what it is be loved by them.

Now, I understand I can not be someone who loves so heavily without the cost of doing so amounting to the same weight of what it takes from me, because not everyone you love will love you in your grave. Not every one will save you like you'd done with the life you gave for them, nor will everyone pull you to the surface when they see you going under. Most just expect the giver to give until their death, will take and take until the giver has taken their last breath, then will place the blame on them when they flounder with since they're unable to swim by themselves, or will just leave them to cave in alone once they're weak because that person is useless to them when that breaking point is reached.

You can not save everyone you love, and the ones you love will not require you to do so for you to obtain their love in return. The ones who truly love you will not require your company in order to survive, they will only desire your companionship while they fight, because the power in your mutually shared love will be their motivation to stay alive.

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gustingirl · 2 years

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zero o'clock | j.kiszka x reader (plus sammy)

"And you gonna be happy, Just like freshly fallen snow"

- in which three heads work better than two -

request: Hi i looooove your writings! I was wondering if you could write this concept i’ve had for a while on my head (if not it’s okay i’m a sucker for your fanfics) : josh and reader are expecting and it’s coming in just a few weeks; however, sam broke up with his significant other and is really heartbroken, he ends up moving in with josh and reader for a while and he helps around in the house and shopping, keeping reader late night company, they finish the nursery with the guys and it’s just super wholesome

warnings: idk if pregnancy is a warning? also dad!josh as it is the fluffiest thing i have ever written basically

taglist: @starchords @stardustdanny @the-chaotic-cow @obetrolncocktails @tlexx @dreamsoffilm @gretagolden @ageofflowerpower @stardustchorus @thatcatbsong @eeeloraaa

“You gotta be kidding me”

You didn’t intend to sound so rude, but you truly were in disbelief. As your hand went straight to your growing belly, you watched as your husband’s features softened even more.

“Baby, I know this is a lot to ask but-”

“Josh” this time you made sure your tone was sweet, as you didn’t want to start a fight “It is a lot to ask for, I’m weeks away from having a baby. Our baby”

You had to stop and think for a second, and for once realize what was going on.

In two weeks or so, you were expecting a beautiful baby that God only knew the gender since your husband convinced you to find out as soon as it was out of your body. If we only stay here, then it’s all you could have ever asked for.

It hadn’t been a year since you and Josh had finally settled down. You had been dating for a while and it was just about time before you two finally closed the deal. It was a huge change for the two of you, especially at such a young age. But everything felt right with him by your side and you were willing to give up anything for him.

After what you believed was an accident (it probably was, you really took care of this), you ended up getting pregnant, and the accident soon became the greatest gift you two could have ever received. Josh’s all time dream of being a father was soon becoming true and you just couldn’t wait to have a baby with the man of your life.

However, he was the only one in his band, even in his family, to have made a big decision. While Josh was struggling to build a home that could shelter his future kid, Sam was struggling to stay taken.

And now, he had failed his relationship and had nowhere to go. His heart had been broken several times, and there’s only an amount of times a man can bare such invisible but strong pain. Upon finding himself alone once more and with anguish storaged inside his soul, Sam found comfort in his brother.

Brother who couldn’t have a better idea than invite him to stay with him and his wife. Not any wife, his pregnant wife. And not any pregnant wife, but one who was just days away of bringing a human being to this world.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking, sunshine, I really do” you watched as Josh took a few steps towards you, placing his hand now above yours, while the other held your pregnant belly from below. “This won’t change a thing, I gotta do it for him”

“B-but” you really wanted to argue this but it was harder than expected “This is not a normal thing anymore. I have needs, we have things to do, a lot of things to do”

“And he can help!”

“Josh, I have terrible gases”

You two couldn’t help but laugh loud. You were more than comfortable around Josh by now, and these sort of scenarios really were common during pregnancy. However, you always took care of it around people that weren’t exactly the father of your child. It was fine if you had to keep them in for a few hours but you couldn’t do it all the time while Sam was around.

“I know, I smell them too. Don’t worry, I fart too to make you feel better”

“Delightful”

Again, you couldn’t help but keep laughing as your husband joined. Josh always knew how to make you smile and how to make you feel better, like he had said before. It felt right with him, it always did no matter what.

“So? Can we do this for Sam?”

You hesitated for a bit, but the way his eyes were staring at yours was too much to handle. He always had these little sparkles in his eyes whenever he talked about his family and that meant so much to you. Knowing he was raised in such a loving family, one that promoted taking care of each other helped you relax and know for a fact he was going to raise his own family the same way. You really thought about the proposal and sighed before replying.

“Fine, but he sleeps in the couch”

Josh jumped in his place, cheering with the biggest smile as he pampered your entire face with kisses.

“Thank you so much, baby, seriously, thank you so much” he got on his knees just as fast as he was talking and, while holding your belly, he pampered it with the sweetest, soft kisses “And you! You’re gonna meet your amazing uncle. He’ll make you laugh so hard your stomach will hurt. NOW, don’t bother mommy while I go pick him up, ok?”

You felt like crying in that exact place. The sight below your face was heartwarming; just watching Josh talking straight to your belly, as he stroked it with so much tenderness, with the sweetest words coming from his mouth. Your hand went automatically to his head and you couldn’t restrain yourself from playing with his curls. Many months ago you would do this with a completely different reason behind, and Josh was not exactly talking when he was on his knees. But now the scenario was something you had always dreamt on but never expected to live so early in your life.

When he looked up to find your eyes, his heart started spinning as he caught some tears rolling down your face. Within seconds he stood up, feeling a bit dizzy by the sudden move, but quickly holding you tight.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” his hand caressed your back while the other held your neck from behind. Josh began kissing your temple and shoulder, well any piece of skin he could find, really.

“Nothing, I’m just so happy” you were not lying, your tears only contained happiness “I am so happy by your side, I never imagined I could be this lucky”

His embrace tightened around your body, though not strong enough to not hurt you. You felt him swallow and pull away quickly, probably to prevent himself from crying too. His smile was still enormous as he kissed you. It was a loving, passing kiss, but it still contained all the emotions he was carrying. His hands cupped your face, while his thumbs stroked your cheeks, tracing your cheekbones from times and forming circles other times. There was a sneaky tongue at a moment that he kept inside right away, as it was not the moment for a makeout.

“I’ll go get Sam, alright? Can you stay alone for a few minutes?” he spoke in a whisper, still not pulling away entirely from the kiss.

You nodded while licking your lips, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours. It was amazing how he could drive you insane even after all these years, and how your love for him could never change.

Once Josh was gone, you began tidying up the living room. Ever since the pregnancy had gotten quite real, mostly around the seventh month, the house soon turned into a mess. You loved joking with Josh, teasing him about how similar the house looked to that scene in Cat in the Hat. Josh knew why you loved making that joke, as you always would pull out your phone with the pictures of your husband playing the infamous character. Messing around with each other was the icebreaker for a friendship that turned into something much more beautiful and sincere years later. And, to the date, it never changed. Not one bit.

Josh actually took only a few minutes, giving you nothing of time to clean the place. Clothes were everywhere, along with some materials you needed to build the nursery room. It was not any messier because your husband just couldn’t handle a dirty room. But it was still horrible for a visitor to see, and you felt ashamed of it as Sam walked into the house, followed by his older brother who was carrying some backpacks.

“Honey, we’re home!” Josh yelled, unaware of how close you actually were

“Hey guys” you greeted with a smile

“Y/N, you’re growing every day more” Sam’s eyes were as big as two moons, as they were stuck on the belly you were holding on to dear life

“That’s not a nice thing to say to a lady” you commented, trying to pull jokes

“No, I’m sorry but wow! You’re really close to give birth”

It was a bit painful to watch Sam stand there nervously. He looked so awkward as Josh finished entering his stuff, like he was afraid to interrupt something. You could understand what he was feeling, as you thought about how it would be to be in his shoes. You took a deep breath and made sure he never felt weird about it.

“Come meet your niece. Or nephew, I don’t know” you giggled as you approached Sam

“You don’t know the gender yet?” he inquired, not knowing what to do

“We wanna wait!” Josh yelled from the kitchen as he continued the clean up you couldn’t finish

You took Sam’s hand while he was distracted and placed it somewhere on your belly. His eyes left the kitchen in the matter of seconds to land on his own hand, amazed by what it felt like. Josh joined the moment with his most beautiful smile, one hand slipping around your waist to hold you close to him.

“WOAH!” Sam took his hand away quickly, grabbing it with the other as he stood in shock “It moved!”

“Yeah, baby’s practising kicking” you explained while feeling yourself the kicks with your hand.

“The baby just won’t stop kicking lately. It’s so beautiful”

Though Josh’s hand was lying on your belly too, his stare was resting on your face. He was taking in every single detail of your face, something he loved doing when you were focusing on something else. He had never been so in love before and, like you had said before, he could cry of happiness.

He did, actually. Which surprised Sam as Josh picked him up from the coffee shop he was at. His brother’s eyes were filled with tears threatening to come out yet his smile was glowing more than ever. It only took a ‘what’s wrong?’ from Sam to break down Josh into a loud but happy crying.

They hugged for a long while, something Josh had been needing from someone who wasn’t you. He adored you so much, but he needed a third person to open up to, to be able to talk with about how much he loved you and how happy he was. Sam was the first target and was going to be the target for as long as he stayed at the married couple’s house.

With carefulness, Josh grabbed your face and began kissing loudly your cheek. This time his kisses were more wet than sweet but you loved them anyway.

“God! I love you so much” he cried out in between kisses

“Hey! I’m here now, lovebirds” Sam complained, a bit too honest for his liking.

Josh was unfazed but you worried a bit. You were afraid of making Sam uncomfortable but at the same time hated the idea of having to control yourself at your own house in the most vulnerable moment of your life (so far).

However, and for your luck, the coexistence with your husband’s brother was easier than expected. Sam was actually much more cooperative than you believed. He responded to everything Josh asked, as you didn’t feel right to boss him around. It was different to boss Josh around, but there was a limit with someone who you didn’t live with.

It would only require one request for Sam to be grabbing his car keys, willing to travel for hours for whatever was needed. Like the one time you were craving McDonalds while Josh was working on the nursery room.

“Babe, I can’t go now. I’m covered in paint and if I don’t finish this now it won’t look good” he explained as he pointed at his clothes and face

“The baby and I need McDonalds, daddy” your eyes were open widely as you threatened your husband

“I. Can’t. Go. Now” he imitated your expression as he kept on showing his stained clothes

“Fine” you sighed and turned around to leave the room “I guess the ‘daddy’ doesn’t make you do whatever I ask anymore”

You heard your husband cry out a loud “BABE!” as you abandoned the room with a devilish giggle. You were thankful the teasing was not gone after all these years, and not even with a visitor around.

A visitor who happened to overhear everything and who suddenly showed up in front of you.

“Do you need to go somewhere? I can take you”

“Sam…you heard all that?” your cheeks were red as you pointed behind you, embarrassment taking over you

“Y/N, trust me, I have heard you two many times before”

Though his expression was chill, you felt like dying at the idea of your brother-in-law overhearing you and Josh having sex. But the constant noises and kicking your baby was doing shook you off your embarrassment.

“McDonalds. The baby wants McDonalds for some reason” you cried out

“I’ll take you”

“Sammy, the nearest restaurant is like thirty minutes from here” you explained while taking his hands

“I don’t care, I love driving!” his smile was adorable and there was something in it that had you accepting the ride.

You comprehended, then, why Josh had such a hard time saying no to his little brother. Sam just made you want to agree with him, sometimes only needing a stare. For everybody’s luck, he had never used his charms for evil, and now it was actually more useful than you believed.

The car ride was still too silent for your liking, it was just that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk. Sam’s sudden visit and stay had actually ruined a lot of things, unfortunately. You loved him so dearly but these last weeks of pregnancy were always so important and beautiful, and you could feel the postpartum depression even before giving birth. You wanted to enjoy these last days with Josh, cuddled on the couch as you began daydreaming about a future that was each day closer. This was the kind of fantasy you would occasionally have after a rom com but never once believed you could live. Now your fantasy had become real and you couldn’t be any happier. So it was a bit understandable why Sam’s presence was bothering you.

You could never share this with anybody, especially Josh. You were pretty aware of how much his brothers meant to him and if he were in Sam’s position, Sam and Jake, even Danny, would have dropped everything to welcome their brother. So you couldn’t really tell him about how upset you were after losing privacy when you most needed. Sam was not exactly an option, as you recalled then the almost non-existent relationship you had with him.

Obviously, you two had talked before, shared some beers and jokes and more. But out of Josh’s circle of friends and family, he was always the most distant with you. You also didn’t share much in general, and you were not fond of his romantic life that was, evidently, not your business. However, you did grow a friendship with Jake and with Danny, as they had also come to you with their own personal issues and had formed a tight bond over the years.

As you glanced over at Sam, you found him fully concentrated on the road, going slower than he could.

“The maximum is 60, Sammy. We’re gonna arrive tomorrow if you don’t speed up” you finally said something, as a way to break the invisible but existent tension inside the car

“You’re pregnant, Y/N. I don’t want to put you at risk” his tone was quite serious and it caught you by surprise, as it resembled your husband’s tone whenever he wanted you to know he wasn’t joking

“I am pregnant, not a porcelain doll” you tried giggling to relax him but he was not giving up

“I’m not going any faster but don’t worry, you’ll get your Big Mac”

These kinds of things were confusing to say the least. You could never seem to get through him, as if he built some sort of wall around him. You believed this was due to having his heart broken many times before, but it was of no use with you.

You eventually fulfilled your cravings and the baby managed to calm down. The car ride back home was even quieter than the other way, anyways. It was killing you, as you were used to constant chatter with your husband. To your luck, you guys arrived within minutes and you felt relieved.

“JOSH!” you cried, hearing quick footsteps running around the house.

As fast as the wind blows, your husband arrived at your home’s entrance, wearing nothing but pure fear. Fear that vanished as soon as he saw you.

“What is it!?” he was scared as fuck as he gripped your arms, quickly dropping his hands from your arms to let them check on your belly. You giggled as you watched Sam walk away

“I’m ok, baby. Calm down”

Watching Josh breathe out while grabbing his chest was more funny than you expected, though you should feel bad for playing with his heart.

“Fuck, don’t scare me like that anymore!” though he was raising his voice, you could notice he wasn’t mad

“Sorry!” you were still giggling, but you stopped once your eyes found Sam struggling to see what to do next “I need to talk to you in private” your eyes were still focused on Sam as you spoke, showing Josh what kind of privacy you needed

“Oh. Ok, hold on”

You witnessed Josh approaching his brother, indicating to him something that made Sam look at you, nod and abandon the room towards the hallway.

“What did you do?” you inquired, letting Josh guide you to rest at the couch

“Just told him to leave us alone for a second” like always, his hand was stroking your growing belly as he continued “What is it, baby? What do you need to talk about?”

“Sam” you replied sharply, watching his eyes going from your face and your belly constantly. It was endearing how he was always smiling whenever he could touch the place holding his future kid. It was like he wasn’t fully concentrated in anything if your belly was near, and yet you were happy about it.

“What about him?”

“I can’t do this, Josh” now you had his full attention as your voice cracked a bit “It’s like having a kid around. I can’t really feel ok if he’s near, I’m sorry” you started feeling the knot in your throat threatening to make you cry but, to your luck, Josh noticed right away.

“Baby, babe, darling” he called all sorts of pet names as he took your face in his hands, making you look at him directly into his eyes “Listen, I know how hard this is for you and I’m still sorry I brought you this deal during probably the hardest moment in your life. But I can’t keep my own blood on the streets like that. He needs me and he really is going to help. Did something happen during the car ride?”

“No, baby, nothing happened. I just don’t feel like I know him. And he’s not like you, Sam’s way more unpredictable. What if he suddenly goes to a party and come back drunk as fuck? Neither you nor I can take care of a drunk person right now. We’re overflowing with stress!”

The few tears escaping your eyes were not even making it to your mouth as Josh’s thumbs cleaned them quickly. He didn’t interrupt you, knowing you needed to let all this out of your chest. His eyes were fixated on yours and his brain was 100% dedicating all concentration to you. It was not surprising; what I just described was a regular Josh with you. But ever since the pregnancy, this way of acting had been even more intense. It was amazing, though. You loved how he stared at you, bringing you the warmest feeling. His lips were always shaped into a beautiful smile and his little nods as you spoke were signs that he truly was listening. You truly believed it was the pregnancy making you want to cry at every single thing Josh did for you.

“I know, darling, you’re entirely right” he took a deep breath as he thought his own words “Listen, I’ll talk to him, ok? I’ll see if he can work on his attitude, be more welcoming and helpful. But I’m telling you, he will cooperate all we need. We need to give him some time, he’s still dealing with a lot”

It was hurting you a bit that Josh didn’t seem to notice how much you were dealing. You knew perfectly that he was aware of it as he never once forgot about your needs and desires. But right now, you were needing a different answer.

“Alright” was your final answer, anyways.

You truly adored Sam and actually felt awful about kicking him out, especially when he was so heartbroken. You decided, after all, to trust your husband’s words and let him deal with it.

Josh stood up quickly to help you get up from the couch. You finally managed to do it, feeling heavier with each hour passed. Though you were already on your feet, your hand was still locked with Josh’s and you intended to keep it that way for a while. With the pregnancy you had gotten even clingier than before, although Josh didn’t seem to truly mind. After two shared smiles, you let Josh guide you to the nursery room.

Those words he had shared before were coming true, and you found out when you arrived at the unfinished room. Even though Josh had told Sam to leave you two alone, he never expected to find his little brother at your kid’s future room, the one he had been working on for the last four hours.

Sam was painting the walls with determination and with better skills than your husband. It truly surprised you, especially as nobody had asked him to. When he noticed your presence, Sam quickly dropped the brushes and stepped back.

“S-sorry, I got bored and thought of giving a hand” he muttered, scratching his head as he looked in between you and Josh

“You were doing an amazing work, though” you replied, sharing him another sincere smile, which had in response a smaller one from Sam

“Really?” his voice was still a whisper but a bit softer from before

“Y/N is right! And I could really use a hand as my partner over here won’t collaborate” Josh joked as he grabbed two brushes for him and Sam. You pulled out your tongue in response as you got near the boys

“It's not me! I wanna help, but your future kid prefers to kick my insides and beg me to eat sushi” you clarified, reaching your hand out to pinch Josh’s ass.

He jumped in his place while laughing, slapping your hand softly as you giggled.

“Your obsession with my ass is growing and I am scared” Josh commented, making you and Sam laugh “And since when do you even like sushi?”

“I never said I did. Your future kid does, apparently”

“Our future kid” you smiled at Josh who, to emphasize on the word, had turned around to look at you, offering you his gigantic, shiny smile

Sam watched the scene take place with another bright smile, as he started believing in love once more.

The following days were nothing but pure fun, actually. You were not expecting to laugh so much but, what truly surprised you, was seeing Sam working so hard on the nursery room. It was fun to supervise the boys, bossing them around about colors and how to build furniture. For being too bossy, Josh would constantly run to you to stain your face with paint, even once drawing a big smiley face on your bare belly. He never missed the chance to place kisses on it, sharing with it some beautiful, warm words and ending his moments with passionate but calm kisses. Soon, your coexistence with Sam became feeling more natural and nice.

You knew, anyways, that you still had unfinished business with yourself. Though everything was working out well, you still could feel a bit upset about Sam’s presence. The fact that you barely shared words with him, at least privately, was an obstacle for now. However, destiny had different plans one night.

Like usual, you couldn’t sleep. The bigger the belly, the bigger the issues. Josh had started to help you shower, even go to the bathroom, as you could barely move alone. Your husband was the greatest company you could ask, but mostly for the day. As soon as the dark took over the sky and dinner was already finished, Josh was asleep. Poor man was spending every single hour of the day working on you, the nursery room and obviously his own job. By the time the clock hit 9 o’clock, Josh was already snoring on your shared bed, facing down and still dressed in his everyday clothes.

While your husband was deep asleep, you found yourself sitting at the couch, trying to find something interesting on the TV. Your alone time, one you needed a lot but didn’t exactly enjoy, was soon interrupted.

“You can’t sleep?”

Sam’s voice echoed around the living room, making you look at him.

“Baby won’t stop moving” you answered with a sigh.

Though his body was directed towards the kitchen, you watched as he hesitated in his place before joining you at the couch.

“You don’t need to make me company, it’s fine” you commented at him

“I want to do it” Sam replied “Besides, I can’t sleep either anyways”

You could only smile at him, diverting your attention again to the TV. The low sounds of it were the only thing that could be heard. Your mind was still thinking, still working hard, as well as Sam’s. He couldn’t seem to keep it quiet, and felt like it was the best moment to talk.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” he suddenly spoke, gaining your attention instantly “I came here to break your peace, I mean, I know how special these weeks are and I’m here ruining it”

“Not at all” you tried arguing, knowing deep down that he was right

“Don’t deny it, ok? I am a grown up, I can take it” he giggled though a bit sadly “I know how uncomfortable it is right now, for both of us really. I wish it wasn’t like this. I want you to be comfortable, especially in your own place. I wanna help as much as I can, driving you around, shopping for you, finishing the nursery room. I don’t wanna be a burden anymore”

You never expected to see Sam cry. It was never an image you thought you would see and yet, here he was, letting his vulnerability out. And there, for the first time since his arrival, that you felt like talking.

“I didn’t want you around, you’re right” you didn’t make a pause, only a small one to be sure he was paying attention “I told Josh; I love you, but I’m not in any position to be around someone who’s not my husband for such a long time. These last weeks have been hell for me, especially since it’s summer and I’m feeling the weather three times more than everybody else. The kicking intensified and I feel some pain that I can’t seem to endure much. I’m carrying so much stress that I’m sure I had never felt before”

You did make a pause now, just to take in Sam’s reaction and to let him swallow those words. It was killing you, to admit all this after he had opened up to you about his fears. But this was like a band aid; you had to pull it out fast so it was less painful. As Sam nodded slowly, you continued.

“But you proved me so wrong, Sammy” you watched as his head looked up quickly, with a little sparkle in his eyes “You had been the greatest support I could ever ask. We could ever ask, actually. You are helping Josh relieve some stress, since I’m sure he’s feeling a lot of things that he won’t talk to me about. Don’t ever once believe you are a burden, sweetie, as you have been our little rock that’s getting us through this whole thing. You helped with the nursery room and even sped up the process, you listened to all my complaints and even helped me avoid fights with Josh. You’re literally our guardian angel right now and I feel terrible for ever believing you could ruin something”

Now it was your turn to shed some tears. You weren’t surprised as hormones had been taking over your body like crazy in the last weeks. One hand reached out to clean your face but, actually, it wasn’t your own hand. You glanced over at Sam, whose tears were still staining his face. However, he was wearing a smile as he removed your own tears.

“I understand, Y/N. I really do” he bit his lip, probably to prevent himself from crying more “But I only wanna be of help. And not as a thank you for letting me in. I would have helped you out no matter the circumstances. I know we barely talked all through these years but I truly adore you and I can’t thank you enough for making Josh the happiest man ever. He deserves you as much as you deserve him. I only wish you the best and, if anything is missing, I will always be here to help you out”

His words were as sweet as his voice, and you felt your heart beating fast. All sorts of concerns had left your body within seconds and you opened your arms for him. You would have jumped into his arms if only you weren’t feeling so heavy, but Sam understood instantly and did it for you. You hugged for a while, letting go some air as you felt like your last unfinished business had been finally solved.

“This movie sucks” you suddenly commented, mostly in an attempt to change the mood around

“God, I’m glad you said that. I couldn’t even watch it” he spoke back with a giggle, making you laugh too.

You heard him yawn and felt bad at the moment for keeping him awake.

“Go to sleep, Sam. You’re tired”

“No, it’s fine” he got up to smile at you, sitting closer so he could put an arm over your shoulder “I wanna keep you company”

You could only smile in response, as you grabbed the remote control to change the channel.

The night felt endless, really. You couldn’t even feel tired as the baby was moving around like crazy. Sam’s eyes were fighting to stay open as you two chatted about everything. At times, you talked about music. Other moments, you complained a bit about Josh. Several moments happened where Sam would crack jokes and share anecdotes to make you laugh and you did, feeling happy to finally be at peace with your conscience.

“Y/N?”

You could hear a voice softly speaking, as your body was being shaken.

“Y/N, wake up”

Your eyes struggled to open as the sunlight was burning your eyelids. With strength, you managed to do it, your eyes finally meeting your husband’s. Josh was smiling as he removed some hair from your forehead, watching over your face as he took in the beauty that had made him fall in love instantly.

“Hard night?” he asked while caressing your face with tenderness

“I must have slept an hour, if I’m lucky” you complained, trying to get up but failing as you, for some reason, were feeling heavier than ever

“Watch out!” you then realized how low Josh was speaking and you finally understood why as you glanced to your side to notice Sam asleep on your shoulder “He made you some company?” Josh continued

“Yeah and we talked” you looked at your husband before adding “I told him everything I felt, we cried, we made peace and now everything’s ok” you were wearing a small shy smile that Josh only managed to make bigger with his own smile

“I knew you would do it. You just can’t keep your opinions to yourself, you stubborn baby” he made you laugh softly, then placed a kiss on your lips.

Josh woke Sam up as the day had already started and things needed to be done. You were right when you said before that Josh really needed Sam, as you could barely help with things that basically required being on your feet for too long. As you let Josh and Sam continue with their stuff, you took some time for yourself as you really didn’t feel like getting up from the couch.

Without realizing, you had fallen asleep right there. By the time you woke up, it was almost lunch time. Thankfully, you managed to stand up on your own. You checked the time and found some noise in the distance, indicating the guys were working on the nursery room. You took a deep breath and made your way to the kitchen, whistling some children’s song as you prepared a quick lunch snack. Once the sandwiches were done, you put them on a tray and walked slowly towards the room.

You were about to walk in when a scream made you stop.

“Y/N, DON’T COME IN” it was obviously your husband the one who could scream like that for the entire country to hear.

You waited patiently for a few seconds until Josh came out of the room, face covered in white with a huge smile plastered on it.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking” you started as you watched him walk towards you “We don’t know the baby’s gender, how can we know what color to paint the nursery room? Maybe we can stop it here and finish it once-”

“Too late for that” Josh interrupted as he grabbed your face with his hands “Now close your eyes, I’ll guide you”

You couldn’t do much as Josh took the tray off your hands to put it on the floor. He walked behind you and covered your eyes, putting one hand on your lower back and whispering into your ear to take small steps. You let him guide you, knowing you could trust him perfectly. Suddenly, he signaled you to stop, and you held yourself from the door’s frame, waiting for Josh to walk around to stand in front of you.

“Open!” he yelled from the top of his lungs.

Your heart stopped beating as you obeyed his order. If it wasn’t for Josh’s cute ‘Ta-da!’ you would have started crying like crazy.

In the hands of your beloved husband and your brother-in-law, the nursery room had been finished. You loved how genderless it looked, as it felt like Josh had read your mind before you could even worry about it. It was literally perfect and just the way you and Josh had been designing it for months. The walls had pretty good drawings of different animals, the furniture looked exactly like the pictures in its boxes, the animals’ mobiles above the crib were cute and not terrifying, and the room smelled like the best type of vanilla. It was all so perfect that it made you start crying. Josh was not even surprised anymore, and he just giggled as he approached you to hug you tightly.

“It’s beautiful” you cried into his neck, still admiring the finished job.

Sam stood in a corner, smiling at the scene as he too observed his well done job.

“It was meant to be beautiful, mama” Josh commented into your ear, and you could swear you could even hear his smile in it

You pulled away as you stood in the middle of the room, spinning on your place trying to take in every detail put into the magnificent job Josh and Sam (and you the first few months) had done. While Josh made his way back to the hallway to pick the tray you had left, your eyes landed on Sam who was already looking at you. You shared a complicit gaze with your brother-in-law, as a sign that everything was good.

And it was; you felt it right for the first time in weeks. As everything seemed to be perfectly back in place, you couldn’t help but smile widely.

This was going better than you could have ever planned, and Sam’s visit was the true cherry on top.

this was so cute ngl thanks for requesting and reading, love you and merry christmas if you celebrate <3

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raplinesmoon · 3 years

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welcome to my writing masterlist (sometimes i do that too)!

warnings:

a = angst

f = fluff

c = crack

s = smut

* see the OT7 section for series featuring multiple members.

Oneshots:

On The Ropes (KSJ x F!Reader) |a,s| - ex-boxer!Jin, infidelity au, 18.1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kim Seokjin had been washed-up, run-down, and forgotten by the world of boxing. He’d settled on spending the rest of his life fading into obscurity. What he doesn’t count on is having a new trainee walk into his gym, and meeting you in the process.

*✧･ﾟblue hour (m) | 2:42am | 3:41am | the edge of anything | a place for us

So The Drama (KSJ x F!Reader) |f,c,a,s| - friends-to-lovers, Kim Possible AU, 18.3 k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ By day, you look like any other overworked 20-something. By night, you’re an amazing superhero who fights to save the world with your best friend. Caught between the pressures of having a love life and a plot to take over the world, will this summer be a one to remember?

Taking Chances (KSJ x F!Reader) |f,a| - exes-to-lovers, roommates au, 5.8k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Eight years apart and now you and Seokjin are in the same city again. When a beautiful apartment presents too good of an opportunity to pass up for both of you, you decide to take the plunge, and embark on a new relationship - this time as roommates.

Turn Back Time (KSJ x F!Reader) |f,a, s| - time travel au, 13.3k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

Series:

Burn After Reading (KSJ x F!Reader) |a,s| - exes-to-lovers, spy au, 15.8k, complete

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The agency made the biggest mistake they ever could by trusting Kim Seokjin one more time. You weren’t going to do the same.

Girls Want Love (KSJ x F!Reader) |s| - sugar daddy au, 7.5k so far

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A fun, sexy series about Jin as a sugar daddy.

Drabbles:

Useless Magic (KSJ x F!Reader) |f| - bakery au, magical au (Part of Bangtan Bathhouse No-Facetober Event), 2.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ As owner of the hot new bakery in town, you should be more than ashamed to admit that your baking sucks. You know this fact. The only reason why people keep coming back to your bakery is that your desserts are enchanted: chocolate chip cookies that provide warmth and comfort, blueberry muffins that give a burst of energy to start the day, chocolate-covered strawberries spiked with love potions. One day, your fellow rival and bakeshop owner Kim Seokjin stumbles upon you in the midst of casting a spell. And chaos ensues.

*✧･ﾟsparks (m)

The Test Kitchen (KSJ x F! Reader) |f| - husband!au, youtuber!au, 2.6k (Part of Bangtan Bathhouse Holiday in Handcuffs Event)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Tiktok made you do it… again. Luckily Jin is there to help you have some fun in the kitchen.

Cooking For Two (KSJ! x GN!Reader) |a| - exes au, 1.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ based on this tweet, “seokjin the type to make too much pasta after a breakup because he’s used to cooking for two” T_T

A Touch of Gold (KSJ! x F! Reader) |s,a| - royalty au, 955 words

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The gift he’d received from the gods had once been Seokjin’s greatest blessing… but now, it’s become a curse.

New Game (KSJ! x F!Reader) |s,a| - study buddy au, sub!Seokjin, 1.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ your study partner keeps distracting you, so you come up with a new way to stay focused.

The Astronaut (KSJ! x GN!Reader) |a| - post-apocalyptic au, space au, 1.7k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what meaning is left of the fallen planet’s remaining life? or, Seokjin searches for answers.

*✧･ﾟheaven coming through (m)

Just Jin (KSJ! x F!Reader) |a,f| - Barbie au, Ken!Seokjin, 1.5k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ After a trip to the real world, you and Jin both come to a realization that will change your lives forever.

Oneshots:

October (MYG x GN!Reader) |a| - interns au, 8.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yoongi can’t remember his life before the fall. He doesn’t want to either - being with you while the mugunghwas bloom is enough.

Twoshots:

Before The World Was Big (MYG x F!Reader) |a,f,s| - childhood friends to lovers, 4.4K so far m

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Before the world was big, it was just you and Yoongi, together under your oak tree. But one day, you grow up, and your universe widens. And Yoongi’s not sure if he has a place in it anymore.

Series:

원샷! (One-Shot!) (MYG X F!Reader) |f,a,s,c| - doctor au, 3.1k so far (on hold)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yoongi escapes the friend zone in the most unexpected way ever conceived (based on the movie, The Switch).

Drabbles:

Outside The Window (MYG x F!Reader) |s,a| - rival classmates!au, pwp, 2.0k (Part 1 of Snowed In: A Duology)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ On this cold, wintery night… you find yourself trapped in the library with your rival, Min Yoongi, who proposes an unconventional way to pass the time.

*✧･ﾟ screen time (m)

Man of the Year (MYG x GN!Reader) |f| - single dad!Yoongi, graduation au, 2.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.

Twoshots:

Autumn Leaves (JHS x F!Reader) |a,f| - historical au, 12.6k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ An unfortunate meeting leads young archaeologist Jin Han-Jae to fall in love with the daughter of a wealthy noble. Unbeknownst to her, he harbours a secret that could drive the both of them apart.

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Oneshots:

Sensualidad (JHS x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - brother’s best friend!au, rebound au, 8.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Left heartbroken after your fiancé vanishes on your wedding day, your brother and his friends hatch a plan to accompany you on the honeymoon of a lifetime. But along the way, one of them catches your eye - and steals your heart.

Après Moi, Le Deluge (JHS x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - exes au, mafia au, 8.2k (set in the Doom Boy universe)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ It was one night. One night where Hoseok sought refuge from the storm outside, from the life he led, from the past that haunted him. And where else does fate lead him but back into your arms?

Drabbles:

Scintilla (JHS x GN!Reader) |f| - grad students, house party au, 1.3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Scintilla (n): a tiny trace or spark of a feeling

Lemonade (JHS x F!Reader) |s| - Soundcloud Rapper!Hoseok, enemies to lovers, one night stand au, 1.9k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ You bash rising celebrity rapper J-Hope at a party, only to have him turn up behind you and teach you a lesson.

Oneshots:

The Library of Our Love (KNJ x GN!reader) |a, f| - college students au, 4.6k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ From this day forth, the rules set out by the users of the study table should be:

This table shall only be populated by one Kim Namjoon and one ___, all others must ask for permission before using the premises.

Albert L. Lehringer’s word is the supreme law of the land.

The library is for learning only, not for falling in love.

Oops.

listen to the playlist!

Love Hard (KNJ x F!reader) |f,c,a| - catfishing, fake dating, holiday au, 10.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ After reconnecting with a high-school classmate on a dating app, you fly home for the holidays to chase your perfect love story. However, a misunderstanding waits for you on the other end.

All Roads Lead Back To You (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - strangers-to-lovers, road trip au, 18.1k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Namjoon doesn’t remember the moment he went from a powerful business tycoon to little more than an aimless wanderer. Tired of the path his life is going on, he boards a train, not knowing where it’ll lead him. What he doesn’t expect is to meet you on board, the girl that would change his life forever.

Doom Boy (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - established relationship, mafia!au, 14.2k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Namjoon was a doom boy - he’d spent his entire life running from the ghosts of his past, keeping you and your son safe from the monsters that lurked on the city streets. He should have known that one day they’d catch up to him.

The House The Sea Built (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,a,s| - strangers-to-lovers, magical realism!au, 13.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ It was meant to be a simple, yet practical request - leaving behind the seaside cottage meant you had to find a way for your mail to get back to you. But the response you receive from the previous resident, a man named Namjoon, dated two years in the past, is anything but simple. With extraordinary circumstances allowing you to write to each other, your tired souls find solace in your shared loneliness, and friendship blossoms. But what happens when that isn’t enough? When the ability to change life before and the future ahead becomes too tempting to resist? Will you and Namjoon find the fulfillment you crave, or will the aftermath leave you even lonelier than before?

Drabbles:

Love at First Bite (KNJ x F!Reader) |f,c| - supernatural/fantasy au, vampire!Namjoon (Part of Bangtan Bathhouse No-Facetober Event), 2.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kim Namjoon has a fang-tastic problem on his hands. And you’re the only dentist who can fix it.

Freeze The Day (KNJ x F!Reader) |s| - mechanic au (Part 2 of Snowed In: A Duology), 2.9k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ When your car breaks down in the middle of a small town during a winter storm, you call the nearest repair shop you can find. Lucky for you, the handsome mechanic is more than willing to give you a warm welcome.

An Affair of the Art (KNJ x F!Reader) |f| - established relationship au, husband!Joon, dad!Joon

ੈ✩‧₊˚ One rainy day looking at art sets off a spiral of events Namjoon can’t control, leaving his heart for the taking.

Drabbles:

see OT7.

Oneshots:

Did It All For Love (KTH x GN!Reader) |s, a| - mystery au, strangers to lovers, 4.5k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Taehyung did it all for you.

Drabbles:

Paper Kisses (KTH x GN!Reader) |f| - slice of life au, strangers to lovers, 1.5k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The promise of finding you again rests in Taehyung’s palms, contained within a single folded airplane.

Drabbles:

Love is the True Art (JJK x GN!Reader) |f| - childhood friends to lovers au, 1.0k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ You never knew how much the doodles you used to make on Jungkook’s numerous casts growing up would come to mean to him one day.

Series:

Khwabon Ke Parindey (A Rap Line Story) (multiple pairings) |f,c,a| - road trip au, 4.3k (discontinued)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Three lifelong friends reunite for their last road trip in Spain before one of them gets married. Along the journey, they encounter their fair share of ups and downs - in life and with each other.

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The Dis-Ease Files (member x reader) |f| - medical au, based on Grey’s Anatomy, 11.6k (complete)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The surgeons of the world-renowned HYBE Medical Center deal with every kind of case under the sun, walking into life and death situations every day. Underneath the white coats and the scalpels, here lies a look into their own personal files - and the stories of the people that have shaped them into who they are today.

A drabble series based on famous scenes of different couples and pairings from my favorite show ever, Grey’s Anatomy.

Snowed In: A Duology (Namgi x reader) |s| -, 4.9k (main story complete)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alternating pwps about being snowed in with Namgi.

Smilestone Holiday Drabbles (OT7 x reader) |f| - short holiday drabbles to celebrate my milestone!

Undisclosed Desires (Hyung Line x Reader) |a,f,s| - 16k so far

ੈ✩‧₊˚ In the ninteenth century, spirits remain ever high and restless as the young men and women of the age seek to challenge and break through the rickety notions of the society that once was before. Driven by a restless vigour and the desire for everlasting knowledge and beauty, passions run high, their collective experiences full of both wonder and terror.

the way home (OT7 x reader) |f| - established relationship au, reaction/scenario, 1.8k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what happens on your way home from date night?

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ treasure reaction to s/o speaking their native language

↳ a/n: Thank you so much for this request anon! I tried to make each situation different. I’m also sorry that some are longer than others. I hope you like it!

↳ requested? yes

↳ genre: fluffy fluff

↳ send in your request here

↳ word count: 1.2k

「 choi hyunsuk 」

shocked baby, his jaw is literally on the floor

was genuinely surprised when he asked you a question on where you wanted to eat for dinner

when you replied in your native language he did a double take

“wait what?”

when you told him what you said in the language you normally speak to each other he blushed

“you sound so cute when you speak in your native tongue babe, can you teach me sometime?

「 park jihoon 」

he heard you speaking in your native language when you were talking on the phone with your parents

has heard you speak in your language many times

he laughed when he realized you were speaking incredibly fast

you just looked at him and gave him a nudge with your elbow

when you finished the call that’s when he looked at you and said

“how come you never speak that fast when your scolding me?”

「 kanemoto yoshinori 」

you were both playing a video game when you cursed in your native language out of frustration

he turned his head and looked at you shocked

one because you were speaking in your native language

and two because he knew that it must’ve been a bad word based on your body language

you covered your mouth with your hand in shock when you realized what you just said when he jokingly replied

“how about we do something a little less competitive?”

「 kim junkyu 」

you were in the shower when you started to sing a song in your native language

it didn’t matter if you weren’t the best singer in the world it was your favorite song and you were having fun

in your shared bedroom he heard you singing and quickly recorded an audio version of it

he quickly put on his headphones and started practicing the song

when you got out of the shower that’s when you heard him singing the same song

you told him what he was doing when he blushed and said

“you sounded so adorable singing, i wanted to learn the song so that we could sing together”

he then grabs your hand and pulls you in for a dance

「 takata mashiho 」

it was a warm sunny day when he was teaching you the basics of basketball playing one on one

you were starting to get the hang of it when you suddenly tripped on your own two feet

which resulted in you crying and all you could think was speaking in your native language holding your knee from the pain

at first he didn’t even recognized you speaking in another language

his first priority was making sure that you were okay

he rubbed your cheek and softly said

“c’mon love that’s enough for today, let’s get some ice cream okay?”

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

you were both cuddling watching a movie when you started to fall asleep

he was about to turn off the movie when he heard you mumbling in your sleep

he smiled when he realized it was in your native language

he pushed your hair to the side and kissed your cheek softly

that’s when he whispered quietly in your ear

“goodnight love, sweet dreams”

「 hamada asahi 」

you were out grocery shopping together when an older women came up to you and started asking for help in your native language

at first he didn’t react too busy looking at the shopping list on what to bring back for dinner

he took noticed when he realized you weren’t next to him and saw you standing 5 feet away deep in conversation with the women laughing and smiling

when you waved goodbye that’s when he walked up towards you with a dimpled smile and said

“can you teach me your language? that way next time i can help too!”

「 bang yedam 」

has actually heard you speak your native language many times

he actually decided to learn the language to surprise you in a song he was writing for you

when he sat you down one rainy morning at first you were confused

until he started to sing in your language playing the guitar effortlessly

you quickly teared up

when he was finished he sat his guitar down and grabbed your hand

“i just wanted to show you just how much you inspire me everyday” he whispered wiping away your tears

「 kim doyoung 」

he’s never heard you speak your native language before until one day he heard you reading aloud a recipe from a cookbook

you were baking cookies for the rest of the members for their late practice

at first you avoided speaking in your native language to him because you were a bit embarrassed

while you were mixing the ingredients you felt his hands wrap around your waist

you jumped in response not expecting him to be back from his recording session so soon

he rested his head on your shoulder and praised

“don’t be embarrassed to speak your language baby, in fact you sound so much more hotter”

「 watanabe haruto 」

you were always in constant awe when he would show his rapping skills to you

so that’s when you decided to learn how to rap in your native language to surprise him for your one year anniversary

he’s heard you speak your native language before but this would be the first time he would hear you rap

after your anniversary meal that’s when you decided to swap your gifts

you received your favorite flowers and perfume

when he closed his eyes he expected to get handed something but that’s when he heard you

rapping in your native language he quickly opened his eyes and smirked at you

once you finished you shyly looked up at him

“how was it, did i just made a complete fool of myself?” you chuckled nervously swaying your body back and forth

he quickly clapped and pulled you close bending slightly down to give you a tender kiss

as he pulled away he looked deeply in your eyes

“that was the greatest gift i’ve ever received”

「 park jeongwoo 」

you were babysitting a close’s friend’s niece and he decided to tag along for the day to help you

even though you told him that he wouldn’t be able to understand her since she spoke in your native language

he assured you that he would have fun regardless as long as he was with you

when you all decided to go to the park that’s when he heard you speak your language to the little girl

in that moment he swore his heart skipped a beat

when she went to go play with the other kids on the slide you two sat down at a nearby bench

putting his arm around you he pulled you close and kissed your temple

“you’re everything that i could ever hope for and more”

「 so junghwan 」

you actually heard him speaking your language first

his school had told their students to pick a second language to study for and that’s when he chose yours

when you came to interrupt his study session for a quick lunch break that’s when you heard him speaking your native language

you gently tapped on the door and he told you it was okay to come in

you looked at him with the sweetest eyes and bashfully said

“i know your only learning it because you have to, but it really feels good to hear you speak in my language”

he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you on his lap

he gave you a soft peck on the lips and said

“i chose this language course because i want us to be closer, you know i’d do anything for you”

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Weeping Willow

Harry sends his wife for a girl’s night, and their five-month-old baby falls sick.

Word count: 5,093

A/N: i am no expert on babies (unless it’s my almost two-year-old niece) but i have it on good authority this does bring down fevers. This was written for @tbslenthusiast dadathon. i hope you love it. xx

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It's a Saturday night, and Harry tries his best to convince his wife to go out with her friends for a nice dinner while he cares for baby Willow.

Their five-month-old infant. The sweetest little girl to grace the earth in Harry's opinion.

He's never felt a love like this, a never-ending love for his child. He swears he has never been more in love with his wife, his twin flame, for giving him the greatest gift he will ever receive.

She's standing there cradling Willow in her arms as she begins to drift off to sleep. Humming a song she hasn't shared with Harry. Something special between mother and daughter. As much as Harry hates to admit it but their daughter is a momma's girl at heart.

Willow feels that extra protection from her mother; he gives her all the cuddles and kisses, but there is no more special bond than when Y/N holds her close to her heart, and Willow settles down in seconds. When she is breastfeeding, Y/N tells her the stories of her childhood and when Harry and she were first dating.

It's the irregular sleep schedule that Y/N has never once complained about.

Harry wakes up at the oddest of times when he stretches his arms out to reach for Y/N to pull her close to his chest only to find her missing. More time than not, he'll find her at their windowsill, Willow getting her night time meal as Y/N gazes at the moon softly singing Lolo a lullaby that was once sung to Y/N. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look eternal as if she weren't real, and Harry just imagined up this life.

But she is real, and she is all his, and their daughter is theirs.

As a kid, this was the life he dreamed of, never knowing if it would come true or not. He will never stop being grateful for all he has in life, full of love.

Harry is brought out of his thoughts when Y/N addresses him.

"I don't know, H. She's a little warm." Y/N stands there, the back of her hand gently placed on her baby's forehead before moving it to Willow's cheek. She smiles down at her sleeping baby.

Harry sighs, extending his arms for her to hand him their small baby. She shakes her head, taking two steps back.

Harry chuckles because he knew this would happen, but he forgot how stubborn she could be.

She's wearing Harry's lilac robe, her hair curled, and makeup is done. He made her do a red lipstick because he missed it. It's one that Gemma gave her that's smudge and transfer free. Meaning he can kiss her with it all night long without his lips turning red.

"Willow is fine. Maybe she passed some gas."

She rips her gaze from Willow and shoots him a glare. He puts his hands up in defense.

"If she starts feeling sick, you know the crying won't stop. She likes it when I soothe her."

"She's my daughter too. I can take care of her and soothe her just as good."

She kisses Willow's head, slowly continuing to grow brown curls just like Harry's. "I know you can, but there's this motherly instinct telling me not to go."

"My husband instinct is saying that my wife should go out to dinner with her friends for a nice dinner and some wine." Harry rebuttals.

"I don't drink." She mutters into her baby's head as she adjusts her to lay on her chest as she sways side to side.

"Well, then go crazy with the strawberry lemonade."

She sighs. Harry knows she's close to giving in.

Her clothes set out in bed, ready for her to throw on. Harry chose her outfit, and he's proud of it. Camel-tone flared fitted trousers, a black fitted v-neck, and a double-breasted twill blazer to tie the look. Her black Gucci 'sucker' boots waiting for her at the door to be slipped on then head out the door.

"If I go, you have to promise to text me every hour."

"Half hour if you really need it." He counters.

She shakes her head, no. "If you do that, I'll be home by the second text."

He nods, happy she agreed to go. She needs this no matter how much she had been fighting it.

"Alright, Lolo, I'm going to leave you with your Daddy for a few hours. I hope you don't miss me too much. I'll make up for leaving you with cuddles for the whole night, munchkin."

Harry's eyes well up, always in awe at the relationship between his wife and their daughter. Their beautiful five-month-old daughter who Harry, thinks is growing too fast. She's still on the small side, but the doctor assured them she was doing good.

Y/N placed her in the crib that Harry put together with Gemma's help, who wanted to be involved with as much as Harry would let her.

She stirs a little, but Y/N pats her chest softly, calming her down.

"I'm going to go get dressed. Turn on the baby monitor, please?" She points in the direction of it.

"On it, love."

She walks out and gets dressed quickly, knowing there's a reservation, and she doesn't like arriving late. Harry meets her downstairs baby monitor in hand as she stands boots safely on her feet.

Harry shamelessly checks her out. He almost begs her to stay after seeing how good she looks, but he knows she needs this.

"Text me when you get there." He wraps her in a hug, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Of course."

She pulls back, looking up at him before leaning in to peck his lips three times; she walks out the door, bag in hand, when Harry tugs her wrist, turning her around connecting his lips with hers. It's a short passionate kiss, Harry's tongue fighting for dominance. She lets out a small moan. Y/N, let's Harry be the one to pull back, not at all wanting to break the kiss.

Harry smirks as he sees the dazed look in her eyes. "Just so you know what you have waiting at home for you."

"You menace." Harry leans on the door as she walks out. "I love you, H."

"And I love you."

Harry watched as she drove away before going back in and heading straight to the nursery, where his darling Willow is still sleeping.

"Just you and me, Lolo," Harry whispers as he sits in the rocking chair and lays back to rest his eyes. It's like they say when the baby sleeps, he does as well.

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Harry wakes up when he hears a small sneeze. He peeks at Willow, but she still has her eyes closed. He picks up his phone to check how long he slept and is shocked. It was only twenty minutes; he felt like it had been much longer now, feeling a bit more energized.

He sees a text Darling and opens it,

I've arrived safely.

I miss you both so much already. xx

Harry can't help but smile. He misses her already. He might always be playing music in the house that fills the silence, but Harry only does it because she sings along to each song no matter how bad she can butcher the lyrics to an unknown song.

She fills the home with warmth and love.

I love you! Lolo is still sleeping. Have a lovely night. xx

Harry sat in the rocking chair, just gazing at his daughter. Her cheeks were a little red, but he thought she might be a bit warm. He unwraps the blanket, just watching her stretch out her small fists.

Willow slowly blinks her eyes open, a small smile on her face when she sees her father looking down at her.

"You up, Lolo? No more sleep, I'm guessing."

She continues to stare at Harry before turning her head to the door. Harry knows she's waiting for someone to come in. After a few moments of no movements, Willow looks at Harry, giving her a small smile.

"Waiting for your Mum, I know. She'll be back later; for now, it's you and me."

Harry reaches in to pick her up, gently shushing her, not wanting her to start crying. He walks down the stairs slowly, the fear of tripping down the stairs more present than ever with his baby in his arms.

Harry sits her on the couch, a pillow propped up on the back to help support her back, and grabs her stuffed bunny that was left on the coffee table. It's her favorite toy to play with at all times.

Willow sets it in her lap, not at all looking at it, eyes on Harry. He sees her eyes begin to well up, and he knows the tears are coming. He scoops her up gently, letting the bunny fall to the floor so Harry could soothe his baby.

"My Willo baby, no tears. You know it breaks my heart." He begins shushing gently. Gemma swears by it watching Alice do the Ss in New Amsterdam. Y/N does it too, her grandma teaching her that when she helped watch over younger cousins.

This settles her for a second, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck as he rubs a hand gently down her back. "Good baby, Momma would be proud of us." He knows he made a mistake once she lets out a loud wail.

He can only assume the word Momma did it for her.

His phone alarm begins to ring, meaning it's the hour update, and if he doesn't check-in, she'll call, and if he doesn't answer, she'll worry even more and drive herself more. He does not need that happening.

Harry will not let her call; he'll send a sleeping photo of Willow to Y/N to keep her calm because he can do this. He can tend to his child alone. She's half of his DNA; why wouldn't he be able to.

His Mum always told him babies cry for three reasons: dirty diaper, sleepy, and hunger. He assumes she's hungry. Has to be, her diaper doesn't feel full, and she also doesn't smell.

As Harry goes to the kitchen, he stops at the fridge. He sees all the magnets that Y/N loves collecting when visiting a new country, state, or city. Her favorite being the Trevi Fountain. Tells her every time she sees it, she can see Harry down on his knee, tears in his eyes and heart wide open for her. Safe to say it became his favorite as well. Right under it is a yellow sticky note "Just in case xx Dr. Harp" The phone number of Willow's pediatrician.

Y/N really is the best, but he knows that he has everything under control, or at least he keeps telling himself that as Willow continues her crying, no amount of words calms her. He'd also call his Mum before the pediatrician, who would only end up calling Y/N.

"Mummy left your milk in the fridge; now, all we have to do is warm it up."

Willow's cries go quiet for a second at what Harry can only think was at word milk. He can do this.

They don't bottle feed her as often, both preferring her to breastfeed directly from Y/N. Harry encouraged her to pump milk because Y/N has complained over too many milk stained shirts. It has helped her tremendously. A few times, when Y/N was too tired to get up, he offered to warm the milk to feed Willow. Y/N knew how important it was for Harry, so she allowed him and began pumping more for Harry to help provide her during the day.

He gets a bowl and fills it with hot water, then places the bottle in. He knows it should be a few minutes, he begins singing to Willow. He sings her the song he wrote for his sister, which holds meaning to Y/N now, finding a connection that makes them feel at peace when hearing the song. As Harry gently sings 'Sweet Creature,' he sees her settle, nose runny from the tears, he grabs one of her clothes that Y/N keeps in the kitchen. Truth be told, she has them spread all over the house to have one on hand when necessary. He wipes the snot then drapes it over his open shoulder. He checks the temperature, able to hear Y/N scold him in his head for wanting to skip the step.

"Lolo, going to go sit down, and then you can begin eating." She blinks up at him, her green eyes unfocused, refusing to settle on one place of his face.

He sits and adjusts Willow to cradle her in his arms. He does a final temperature check on his wrist and is happy with the outcome. He slowly brings it up to her lips to startle her, and she latches on after a few seconds.

Harry leans back on the chair, releasing a long sigh. He feels victorious, even just for a moment.

The phone on the couch seat next to him displays a text:

I love you both. xx

He's in the clear.

Harry sings Willow the first song that pops into his head, well he mainly hums as she has her eyes closed and a fist clenched on her blanket and the other tucked in. He pulls the bottle away once he sees no more movement. He wipes the outside of her mouth very carefully to not disturb her.

"Willow, Angel, I need to burp you. You shouldn't even feel it." Harry likes warning her; he knows she understands.

He's done relatively quickly, settling her back in his arms to let her sleep. Harry would love to turn the television on, but he settles for staring at the angel in his arms.

Harry frowns when he sees Willow's eyes flutter open. She sleeps longer after eating.

"Lolo, it's barely been ten minutes. That's not enough for a growing baby. You need to grow up to be strong, just like Momma."

Willow lets out a small cough. It startles Harry, not having heard the sound before. He gently picks her up and begins patting her back, soothing her as she calms down.

Harry thinks back to the phone number stuck on the fridge but shakes the thought away because one cough is not enough to make a call, especially this late at night.

He is now slowly walking in front of the couch, trying to get her to fall back to sleep. It's not working.

It starts off in small whimpers before turning into loud wails.

This is not good.

Harry tries his best to place his baby's cries, but it does not sound familiar. He isn't calling Y/N; worrying her is not part of tonight's plans, but there is someone in mind who will always answer him. Without thinking twice, he goes to favorites and picks the second person.

"Hello love, how are you?"

He's greeted by a calming voice, but it does nothing to soothe the pounding in his heart. "Hi, Mum." Harry isn't even sure she heard with Willow's loud cries.

"Is something wrong? Why is little Willow crying? Where's Y/N?" Anne is quick to jump in.

"Today was her first girl's night out that I was insistent she go out to even though she didn't want to, but she should be back in the next hour or so." He addressed that question before jumping into the most important one. "Willow coughed then settled down before bursting into this cry. I've never heard it before. It's not her hungry one because she ate half an hour ago, and her diaper is clean." He lets out a sob he didn't know he was holding back.

"Oh, dear, right. First off, is she hot? warmer than usual."

Harry pulls her back, face scrunched up, nose full of snot. He places the back of his hand on his forehead, and it's burning. "Yes, she's warm. But couldn't it be from the crying?"

Anne sighs, worried for her son, but this is parenthood having to see your child get sick and old help them through it. The first time is always the worst, but each time after that still breaks your heart. "No love, check her temperature and call the pediatrician. Tell her the symptoms, and you can go from there. Right, hang up, call Y/N, and the pediatrician in that order."

Harry agrees to get her off the phone and to make the call right away. Anne knows Harry well enough that he will skip one important thing she told him to do, so she takes it upon herself to get it done.

He heads upstairs, sitting the still crying Willow in the crib as he searches for the thermometer he knows Y/N keeps next to the wipes for emergencies. He is quick to take off her shirt as gently as one can be and sticks it under her armpit as he waits for it to ring as he dials Dr. Harp.

There is an answer on the third ring, just as the thermometer beeps.

"Dr. Harp, hello, it's Harry Styles, father of Willow Styles." He says in a rush.

"Yes, Mr. Styles, what can I do for you." The doctor's voice is kind, and it calms Harry knowing there's a professional helping him.

"Well, my daughter slept about ten minutes before waking up after eating, and that isn't normal for her. She had a bit of a cough and has not stopped crying for the past twenty minutes now. She's burning up Doc. The thermometer says 103F. Shit, I meant 39C. My wife's family got us a fancy thermometer that gives us both numbers." He feels the need to explain a hand on the back of Willow's head, trying to calm her down as well as himself.

"Well, it seems it could be a common cold. There is not a lot to do, except keep your baby drinking milk. Mrs. Styles is still breastfeeding, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's important to keep her hydrated and check with her through the night. To bring down the temperature, a lukewarm bath would help as well as a humidifier because, from the sounds of it, she is a bit congested."

Harry nods along to everything she is saying, repeating it back. "Thank you so much, Dr. Harp."

"It's no problem; if the fever doesn't break or gets higher than 40C, then I suggest you head straight to the hospital." Dr. Harp says her goodbyes as he picks up Willow and heads to their bedroom, taking her into their bathroom.

He looks around, not sure what to do first that he misses the sound of the door opening and closing as well as footsteps up the stairs. It might have also been Willow's crying.

Willow lock's eyes with Y/N over Harry's shoulder, stopping for a second, causing Harry to gasp before she starts up louder than before for not being in her mother's arms.

"Willow, darling," Y/N smiles at her daughter, cheeks red and nose snotty but still her beautiful baby.

Harry feels like he can breathe properly now that she's home with him. His missing half home, finally feeling complete. He does feel awful for not calling her right away, but he swore she was having a good time.

Harry hands over Willow to Y/N's waiting arms watching as she cradles her close, pressing repeated kisses to her daughter's brown hair. Willow instantly clenches a fist onto her necklace, not that Y/N minds, but Harry feels guilty for depriving his daughter of her mother. It was his fault she was out tonight.

"How'd you get here so quick?" Are the first words Harry thinks to say.

Harry thought she'd be mad at him for not calling, but all he sees are her kind and gentle eyes he fell in love with.

"Anne called me to update me, but I was already ten minutes from home. I had dinner but got it to go having that nagging feeling you needed me. Anne called it mother's intuition, but" She breathes in Willow's smell, Harry finding it endearing how she always says she smells amazing like peaches. "I swear I could feel how distressed you were. I thought you were having a bad time, so I got you ice cream and brought home a meal we could share."

He leans against the sink, a small grin forming on his face. "I did always tell you we were soulmates."

Y/N steps further into the bathroom, heading to the tub to get the water-filled. She sits on the toilet, letting it fill before dipping her hand in from time to time. It feels a bit less than halfway before she closes the tap.

"Doctor's orders were getting the temperature down, right?" Y/N asks Harry, and he nods. "Well, in the lukewarm bath, she goes." Y/N fakes as if she is going to place Willow in before hugging her to her chest once more. "I'm only playing." She boops Lolo's nose.

"Your momma thinks she's so funny, Lolo." Harry rolls his eyes at her, not at all, hiding the love behind them.

"Get in the bath with her, H." Y/N has successfully undressed Willow, giving her kisses all over, causing Willow to let out a small giggle.

Harry near tears now. "That's the first time she laughed this entire night."

"Honey, listen. She hasn't gotten sick before. It's okay, we're learning." She reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into it eagerly. "We are learning together." He nods as she pulls her hand away. "Now, do I need to undress my other baby as well?"

He smiles. "You're welcome to, but I got this." He slips off the black shirt and grey sweats, leaving on his briefs.

The water is perfect. Not that he expected any different because she does everything with extra care and love for Willow. He's glad to have her as his life partner and mother of his child and future children.

He slips in, sitting down, letting Y/N gently place Willow on his bent knees. He cups her head, gently sinking himself lower. She hands him a cloth, and he looks at her, eyes wide.

"Wet it, rinse it a bit, then just sponge it around her."

He nods but doesn't move to receive it. Y/N moves forward, dips it in the water, and squeezes it leaving a bit of water. She gently gets Lolo's back patting before moving down.

"Thank you." He says and accepts the cloth.

Y/N makes her way to the bedroom. "You're leaving?" He questions, causing Willow to look at her as well.

She laughs at her two loves, both wanting her close. "Going to turn on the humidifier. It's going to be good for her and her congestion. Then will get you both a new change of clothes before coming back. Is that okay with you both?"

Harry looks down at Willow that still has her eyes on her Momma. "What do you think, Lolo? Think we should let Momma take care of us." He hums as if hearing her response. "She said not to take too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Harry settles in, Willow moving her hand in the water, intrigued by the ripples allowing Harry to rinse her. He feels good, feels great, and can honestly help her and no longer cry about it.

Y/N knows he needs this but hopes she isn't feeling too awful about leaving Willow when she got sick for the first time.

For all, he knows she could be crying in their bedroom or, even worse, the nursery where he can't hear her.

But that's what Harry is here to remind her what a fantastic team they are and how she saved the day like always. He's proud of her just as he knows she's proud of him.

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It's twenty minutes when Y/N walks back in. Now dressed in grey sweats and an old white shirt that Willow loves to cling on. She approaches, and Harry raises Willow so that she can wrap her in the yellow towel.

"My munchkin smells so good." She kisses her cheek. She turns to look at Harry with a smile on her face making him smile back. "Shower, I'm going to dress her, and then I'll bring your clothes in."

"Okay, love."

Harry drains the water before turning on the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away the stress in his body. He doesn't take too long, wanting to cuddle his two girls all night long.

Walking out, dressing in the warm clothes that she must have thrown in the dryer for him knowing how he likes to be warm after a long night. He smiles, slipping the shirt over his head, slipping on the black sweats with no need for briefs. Turning off the bathroom light, closing the door, he sees Willow lying on Y/N's chest.

"How is she doing?" Harry paddles over, hovering over Y/N to kiss her forehead, doing the same to Willow.

"Better, the temperature is at 98."

Harry smiles, glad she's under three digits again. She looks sweet dressed in a bodysuit with small bumble bees all over. Y/N wrapped the knitted mint green blanket that Y/N's mother made for Willow around her shoulder to keep her warm but not enough to overheat.

"That's great. Our baby is so strong." Harry gets in bed and sits against the headboard, making Y/N shift over to rest her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around Willow for support.

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It's an hour of silence basking in hearing their baby's breathing. Not as smooth due to the congestion but better than before. Harry places a kiss on Y/N's forehead when he feels the first tear, then many more follow. A sob breaking out, but breathing even to not disturb their sleeping baby on her chest.

"Love, lovie, hey. Don't cry. She's doing better already." He wraps the arm tighter, hoping he can transfer all his love for her through the hug.

"I'm just overwhelmed." She chokes out.

Harry sits up to face her, reaches his hands out to wipe her rapidly falling tears.

"Please don't be mad with yourself; if there is anyone to be mad at, it's me." He pleads for her to understand. "I told you to leave us be."

"Not mad at you, honey." She whimpers. "I-I-I'm upset I wasn't here to help you. But you handled it so well. Very proud of you."

Harry sits there, tears falling out of his eyes now because she was proud. He did nothing. He knows he did nothing; he called his Mum and the doctor. He never got her to stop crying.

"I didn't do anything."

"Honey, you did." Her voice firm, one hand reaching up to gently raise his head to look at her. "You called Anne because you knew she would help and then called Dr. Harp for help."

"But she never stopped crying, not until you held her."

She shakes her head. "She was feeling bad, she cried at discomfort and unusual feelings. Might have also sensed your panic," She teases. He lets out a small chuckle.

"We're a team. Together and apart, H."

Harry lays down on his side, pulling Y/N down with him. He does it slowly to not move Willow; Harry lays his head on her shoulder, looking down at their baby. He lets himself relax, knowing she's going to be okay.

"I love you." He whispers. No response causing him to look up at a grinning Y/N. "Say it back."

She giggles. "Thought you were talking to Lolo."

"That was for you, wife."

"My bad," She pecks his nose. "I love you, H."

"Missed." He mutters, puckering his lips in her directions.

"Dork." She closes the small distance and hums at the sweet taste that is Harry and mint toothpaste. He deepens it for a few seconds before pulling back. His eyes closed. He kisses her from her cheeks to her collarbones, no spot left untouched. He steals one more kiss before settling down.

"Sleep tight, my darling, Willow," Harry whispers, throwing his arm over Willow's small body and Y/N's stomach for extra protection.

He peeks one eye open to see Y/N smiling down at Willow, no sign of sleep in her features. "I take it you won't be going out anytime soon again."

"You got that right." She jokes. "No, it was nice. I forgot how good it is to chat about anything other than what size diapers she's going to need next."

"That's not all we talk about. We also talk about the size of your boobs."

She snorts at his comment, and he happily joins in.

"We haven't had a date night, well we have but indoors with a baby always in arms."

Harry smirks. "What do you have in mind, love?"

She blushes, "We go away for the weekend, leave Willow with Anne or Mitch since he keeps saying we keep his goddaughter away from him."

"You'd be okay with that?" Harry checks, making sure she really wants this.

She nods. "I'll miss her like crazy, my heart is beating faster just at the thought, but I miss you." There's a gleam in her eye, one when she gets lost in a memory. "It's quickies and late-night conversations. As much as I love our daughter, I miss my best friend."

Harry grins, glad she's sharing this. "Any other time, I'd make a joke, but honestly, I miss you just as much."

"Then, coordinate with Jeff on a weekend you're free and look for a place we can go to. Driving or flying whatever you find best."

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make you fall in love with me all over again."

"I'm counting on it, Harry."

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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 23 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s birthday plans get interrupted by a case. Frustrated by Reader’s busy schedule, Spencer finds a unique way to spend time with her. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Mild exhibitionism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, Dom/sub, light choking, degradation/praise, sub space Word Count: 7.3k

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Waiting for Spencer Reid was an interesting position to be in. It was also, unfortunately, very, very common. You would think the IQ points would translate to efficiency, but you’d be very wrong. The only thing that boy does fast is read, and even that didn’t follow through to text messages, considering he’d read none of the six I’d sent him in the past hour.

So, naturally, as one does in an emergency, I called him. Unsurprisingly, the phone barely rang a second time before he picked up. Talking was, as we were both aware, his forte. Without even waiting for my greeting, his groggy voice came through the receiver with a song-like sound.

“Hello, little girl.”

But it wasn’t his turn to sing, and he knew damn well why I was calling. I could hear the smirk on his face so well that I could also envision exactly what he looked like in that moment, with his fluffy hair sticking up from constantly running his hands through it and his eyes only half-open as he tried to finish reading whatever horrible thing that he had in front of him.

It wasn’t how anyone should be spending their birthday. Especially not him. There wasn’t really anything I could do about it, though that didn’t make it any easier to hear the exhaustion and sadness behind that scratchy voice.

“What’re you doing up late? It’s past your bedtime, you know,” he chastised before I even had a chance to speak. He wasn’t wrong — It was 3AM where I was. But where he was, it’d just hit midnight.

“I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to my favorite old man,” I purred back once I’d managed to calm my fast-beating heart. I wondered if I’d ever get used to the brief rush of adrenaline and relief when I heard his voice for the first time after some time away.

I hoped not.

Spencer didn’t seem impressed by my reasoning, though. “You’re sweet. Go to sleep.”

“You’re up, too,” I whined, still picturing the way he would undoubtedly pull the phone further away to lessen the noise. I almost asked if he was also picturing me but stopped when I realized that whatever he had in mind was probably a lot more exciting than reality. Then again, he often told me that moments like this were his favorite. When we’re both too tired to keep our eyes open but too happy to be with each other to let them close all the way.

“Barely,” he corrected.

“Besides, I had to stay up. It’s your birthday.”

I’d meant to lift his spirits, but the long pause after I finished made it evident that my efforts were for naught. He almost seemed even more upset than when he’d answered, and I tried to convince myself that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t that hard, considering he was probably staring at images or words of dead people.

“Yeah, sure feels like it.”

His tone alone ensured me it was worse than my imagination.

“Put your work down and pay attention to me instead,” I suggested as softly as I could with the neediness bleeding through, “That’s the first part of your present.”

“You’re my present?” he asked through a gruff laugh that made my heart skip a beat, “I like that present.”

He was trying. I could feel it in his voice, and I wished more than anything that I could teleport to where he was and hold him until it was too difficult for his mouth to form a frown.

“You already have me. That’d be like regifting,” I pointed out with only a pinch of self-deprecation. It was still too much for Spencer, though, who swiftly shot back the ever cheesy, “Every day with you is a gift.”

“Gross, don’t get all sentimental with me,” I ordered playfully.

He returned the energy with all the sass I always knew he was capable of. Once his whining ceased, he mumbled, “Do you come with a gift receipt?”

“No returns or exchanges allowed, I’m afraid.”

Spencer just let out a strained sigh, and in my head, I imagined how it would feel to climb onto his lap as he leaned back in his chair. I could almost feel his arms wrapping around my waist and his lips peppering kisses wherever he could reach. I could feel his love for me flowing across the country, persisting past the cell tower obstacles to make its way back to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered, his first purely sincere statement of the night.

It was an unfortunate choice, too, because it also reminded me of the biggest bummer that I unfortunately had to share.

“Oh, I meant to tell you, it’s midterm season, so…”

He was, thankfully, not as bummed as I was expecting. He was almost certainly thrilled to have a chance to sleep spread out on his bed without having to satisfy the very needy girl beside him, but he still managed to come up with enough bratty energy to scoff, “Are you telling me that I don’t get my gift when I get home?”

“It’ll just be a few days. Promise,” I spoke through the biggest, cheesiest smile I’d had yet. “You’re very distracting, Dr. Reid.”

“When are your exams?” His enthusiasm gave away just how disappointed he was with the news, but any frustration was clearly aimed at my poor professors.

“My last one is on Wednesday.”

The gasp that left him was too funny not to laugh, followed by exasperated, blubbered nonsense that didn’t ever get much clearer. I barely managed to understand him when he cried, “Don’t they know Halloween should be a national holiday?!”

“You should call my professors and yell at them.”

He actually considered it for a moment, but then returned the same silly intonation, “Maybe I will.”

“Do it. You’re probably more qualified than them to teach me, anyway.”

After a short silence that was filled with more sexual tension than I’d expected considering how the phone call started, I heard Spencer gruffly comment, “You’re a cocky little brat tonight.”

It was so familiar to me that I jumped on the opportunity, giggling through my sleep deprived delirium, “I’m in rare form for your birthday.”

The explanation earned me a chuckle, but not much else. At least, not that I could see. The static on the other end of the phone sounded a lot like the way it looked when Spencer leaned his face against his palm and tried to see something that wasn’t there.

But I was there. Sort of. We’d done a lot more with a lot less, after all. So, that’s what I offered him.

“You know… we could have a redo of the last time I called you late at night on a case.”

“That did not end well for me last time,” he droned. I tried not to laugh at the manufactured memory of Spencer holed up in a hotel bathroom because he just had to have me in whatever way he could.

“Only happy endings for your birthday. I promise.”

But then, as it always did, work got in the way. Filled with only the greatest sadness and regret, Spencer quietly but honestly replied, “As much as I would love to, I don’t think it’ll be possible on this case.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Unfortunately.”

I bit my lip because there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t help Spencer with his work any more than I could fix the distance. All I could offer him was a safe home to return to. He would always find that with me.

“Well, in that case, I will be equipped with cartoons and kisses upon your return,” I offered with grace.

But I wasn’t the only one in rare form. Without skipping a beat, Spencer corrected with a smug sadness, “You mean your return. Considering you’re abandoning me on my birthday.”

“Oh my god, the drama!” I cried before remembering that it was, still, in fact, 3AM. The light grimace I gave after remembering would be the only apology my neighbors would get from me. I was too busy building a narrative happy enough to drown out the horrors in front of him. “You’d think I was the one who was away all the time.”

“I’m allowed to be selfish; it’s my birthday,” he sang, and I soaked in the sound, storing it away for any rainy days.

“Fine. What do you want, brat?” I asked in the worst attempt at an impression I’d ever given.

He was just waiting for the question. Drawing out the first couple of syllables, he laughed through the stupidest birthday wish of all time.

“I want… you to go to bed.”

“Ugh!” I yelled again, not even bothering to feel bad about it that time. My exasperation fell on deaf ears, both from a willful desire to ignore my suffering and a literal ringing from the constant yelling.

Still, that impossible man drummed up enough compassion to gloat with a simple, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, jerk,” I grumbled, only to be swiftly corrected with a playful, “Try that again.”

“I love you, too, old man.”

He was satisfied enough with that answer, despite the sarcasm dripping from it. He still knew that the words were true, and that was all that mattered. Any punishments that might be necessary for my broken promise to behave for his birthday could always be doled out later. When the distance between us was narrowed to inches and clothes could be removed like cheap wrapping paper.

“Thank you, little girl. Sweet dreams,” he whispered, reminding me once more of just how empty my bed felt without him. I stared at his pillow for just one second before I threw myself into it. He chuckled at the sound of rustling sheets over the receiver but said nothing else.

“You get some sleep tonight, too, okay?” I asked, uncharacteristically and openly vulnerable in a way that used to scare me.

Spencer’s voice was filled with pride and love as he answered, “You can’t see it, but I am giving you a pinky promise.”

“Good.” Burying my face in his pillow again made it easier to remember that it wouldn’t be forever when I said, “Bye, Spencer.”

“Goodnight, little girl.”

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Autumn on campus felt pretty similar to the rest of the year. I wished that it were different, a little more exciting, to reflect how I felt about the impending holiday. But no, it was just students stumbling into their usual classes and hectically scheduled midterms with hangovers and a total lack of holiday cheer.

It was, in a few words, a complete bummer. The only thing that kept me going through the last of my exams was the knowledge that I’d be seeing Spencer. Unfortunately, he was still doing that rather annoying thing where he refused to answer my text messages. It wasn’t until he ignored even my most ridiculous threats that I realized something was going on.

The ‘Read’ notification sat menacingly on my screen, and I was so fixated on it that I almost didn’t notice the familiar mop of brown curls visible in the front row of the auditorium. But once I saw it, the phone was forgotten faster than ever before. I ran down the steps at a ridiculously dangerous pace, dodging the others still grumbling from their previous exams.

I landed in front of him with only enough breath left to sneer, “You’re in my seat.”

“Surprise,” he said with my favorite smug, self-assured smile.

“Adorable. Now move,” I ordered with a wave of my hand. As much as I loved the guy, I wasn’t about to change my seating arrangement for him. It was beginning to make sense, though, why my friend told me that she wouldn’t be sitting with me today.

“Fine,” he sighed, taking his sweet time moving seats and watching me happily bounce on my feet in the meantime. I snuck behind him into the seat before he’d even fully stood up. That little amount of friction between our bodies seemed to be enough to cause the tension to mount. It’d only been seconds, but I was already seriously considering abandoning the class. To hell with the professor who’d already seen me.

But Spencer’s eyes locked on mine, and he leaned onto the armrest with that same silly smirk.

“It’s a workday, Dr. Reid,” I whispered, forcing my arm next to his and watching the way his pupils grew as I came closer.

“I might have pulled a few strings,” he replied just as quietly, keeping the illusion of secrecy despite many prying eyes around us, “Might’ve told Hotch I was invited.”

“But you weren’t,” I snorted.

Spencer’s head hung in just a little bit of shame, but his wide smile never waned. It was still there, bright and pure in its simplicity as he softly admitted, “Yeah. I lied. But I’m here now.”

There were no complaints about that fact, either. His pinky reached out to mine, twining together in the dim light of the auditorium. Somehow, for a brief second, I forgot about everything else. The noisy chatter meant nothing to me, the two of us lost in some alternate pocket universe that felt safe and warm from the cold air outside.

But time resumed, and I watched as Spencer took his eyes off of me first, turning instead to the lecturer watching us with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Good morning everyone! We have a special guest with us today.”

I wanted to pay attention to his little introduction, but I couldn’t. Every word that was said about him sounded so clinical. It felt so empty compared to the truth I knew about him. He was so much more than a collection of publications and PhDs.

He was… indescribable. Even as his mouth formed a flat line and his awkward handshake was granted to the crowds of disinterested students, all I saw was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Even if it was only from the shadows of his greatness. Then again, I don’t think he’d ever let me feel that way.

Speaking of…

"Dr. Reid, the only thing I ask is for you to give these wonderful students a chance to show you what they know,” my professor started with a laugh before he so kindly continued, “So go easy on them."

In any other situation, I might have let it slide. I would have accepted the fact that Spencer was far beyond my intellect and not stand up for myself. But this time, Spencer was on my turf.

"All due respect to Dr. Reid, I don't think he needs to go easy on us,” I called from the front row, only audible to the other dutiful students that cared enough to sit up front. I heard Spencer laugh beside me, shaking his head just a little bit at the challenge. He didn’t say anything though, and I returned my eyes to the professor who was already familiar with my antics as I boasted, "At least not on me."

While Spencer caught on to the fairly obvious double entendre, shifting his crossed legs closer, the professor just wrote it off as my usual academic pride.

“I did try to warn you that that one might get competitive,” he commented. At this point, everyone had definitely figured out my relation to the man next to me. It was kind of hard to hide a bullet wound from your school. But again, I was so caught up in the man beside me that I didn’t even feel a little shame at their playful teasing.

Spencer’s commentary was the only thing that mattered, and he gave it with a dreamy sigh. "I'm not offended at all. I'm sure she's very clever."

The little bit of light left in the room started to fade, and once I was shrouded by the shadows, I felt confident enough in my plan to dig through the bag at my feet to pull out probably the nerdiest item in it.

A fucking back-up clicker. Which, I promptly handed to the man beside me.

“You’re in seat B4,” I whispered gruffly, earning yet another snarky chuckle from my boyfriend.

“Is that a challenge?”

I didn’t answer. Not him, anyway. What I did answer was the question that had appeared on the screen.

“Ms. (Y/n)?” My professor called, recognizing my seat number without even looking up.

Luckily for me, today was nothing but a review day of the midterm I’d already taken. While I knew all of the questions and, what I’d hoped were the right answers, Spencer had to read the questions from scratch. Really, it didn’t give me an edge. It just put us on equal playing ground.

As I gave my answer, I watched in my peripherals as Spencer’s eyes narrowed and tongue peeked out from lips that I still hadn’t gotten the chance to kiss today.

It was a bad thing to think about, because my brief reverie of the things that mouth was capable of reminded me of another one. I didn’t even notice another question had appeared on the screen, and when I heard the familiar buzz of an attempted answer, I shared my Professor’s temporary confusion.

“Ah, Dr. Reid,” he laughed, probably already regretting welcoming the bastard here, “Please explain the answer.”

But there was another thing working in my favor: My boyfriend’s giant fucking ego. Really, it should be impossible that someone who was normally super insecure could enjoy showing off as much as he did. My professor didn’t mind, because Spencer’s long-winded answer was a wonderful review of… basically the entire course, and I didn’t mind because it granted me the one thing I needed.

Time. Time to slowly remove my jacket and reveal the sweater underneath. Spencer’s eyes caught the motion, glancing over only a couple of times while he managed to give his answer. It wasn’t until I started to remove the sweater that he cut his answer short.

His throat clearing told me he wanted my attention, but I was still just too distracted for him. I fanned my chest that felt warm for reasons other than the temperature of the room, guaranteeing his eyes would stay there long enough for me to catch the next question before he had a chance.

Or so I thought. Because before the question appeared, I made the positively stupid mistake of meeting his gaze. As soon as I did, my mind was stuck there, drowning in molasses and honey and—

“Dr. Reid, please feel free to continue to do my job for me. Lord knows I would love a break,” the professor joked, and I almost felt guilty for just how genuine he sounded. Not like Spencer would have noticed passive aggression if it existed.

Not like either of us would have cared. Per usual, we were so lost in the space of B4 and B5 that we didn’t care about the rest of the alphabet. All we cared about was winning. It was growing more and more obvious to me, though, that I would have to become a little more ruthless if I wanted to bring down the bona fide genius.

The sound of his voice rang through the auditorium loud, clear, and confident. He didn’t need to worry if he was right or not, because he knew he was. The smugness was grating to my ears. I knew I couldn’t trick him into making a mistake, but there was one thing I could do.

I’d learned one thing very well in my time with Spencer, and that was how to manipulate that pretty little voice of his.

For example, if I wanted to hear it catch in his throat and come out a few pitches higher, all I would have to do is touch him. The riskier the touch, the higher his voice would go. Which was why I spread out the jacket over my lap, making sure that our legs were close enough that it covered him, too. Then I waited, calmly and kindly listening to him drone along until there was a natural enough inflection to hide evidence of any nefarious actions. Just as his voice started to rise, I slid my hand over his knee.

Spencer barely stuttered, just enough for me to know he was affected, but not enough for anyone else to notice. He took the loss with grace, quickly ending his answer with a summary that contained only half as many words as he would have normally provided.

He kept a few for me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, shifting close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my ear.

“All’s fair in love and war,” I hummed. His breath caught again when I began stroking my thumb over his leg that had just started to bounce.

“This is wildly inappropriate.”

“How perceptive,” I returned with my own little smirk. The interaction caught us both, trapping us in the alternate dimension that existed when we held each other. His hand found its way to mine, and his thumb brushed over the back and sent goosebumps shooting over my skin.

I’d practically abandoned our pursuits altogether when I heard my friend’s voice as she took the question that we’d both missed. I should’ve been upset for losing after all that I’d gone through for my strategy to succeed, but it was hard to feel anything other than butterflies when Spencer was still looking at me like that.

Even when I looked away, he stayed, patiently waiting for me to take the final question in the review. I granted him a chance to take it, but he just shook his head, implicitly asking me to take the win for the both of us. Even when we were competing, we were always on the same team.

There were no more distractions as I explained the answer as simply as I could. I was positive the rest of the class was tired of hearing our voices, but Spencer never stopped smiling. I could feel the pride rolling off of him, his hand growing tighter around mine as he took in a deep breath.

“Very good, (y/n),” my professor announced, signaling the end and initiating a large sigh of relief from everyone else.

Spencer sighed too, although his was with a different kind of relief; a dreamy, soft sound as he muttered under his breath, “Just like I said. Very clever.”

The air felt positively electric, and I never hated my class more than I did in that moment. The rest of the period ticked by so slowly that I almost swore the clocks were broken. Once we were allowed to leave, Spencer insisted on sticking around to thank the professor for his hospitality.

I knew it was necessary, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I tried to be as patient as possible, even though it seemed pointless. Spencer’s little grin told me he knew very well what he was doing. The conversation had dragged on for practically five minutes of agony while I idled by the door.

But then my professor passed, and I felt the adrenaline course through my veins in seconds. As anticipated, we didn’t even make it out of the building before the tension broke. We’d barely even made it down the goddamn hallway before I shoved his scrawny ass into the first empty classroom I found. Once the door clicked shut behind us, the roles were quickly reversed.

I hadn’t seen him that excited in so long that I’d almost forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in his undertow. I couldn’t keep track of his hands or his mouth as they marked any bare skin they could find. But no matter how frantic and uncoordinated the movements were, they never ceased to send chills down my spine.

“This is wildly inappropriate, Dr. Reid,” I managed to slur between sloppy, heated kisses. It was barely comprehensible through the pent-up lust that had driven us there in the first place, but it still felt worth saying.

Spencer, however, made his feelings very clear with a gruff, forceful, “I don’t care.”

His hands were already roaming over my hips, pulling me so close to the edge that I nearly fell off the counter entirely. While I was laughing at his haste, he was busy leaving angry marks on my collarbone, pulling the top of my shirt down to grant him more access. And despite how badly my body burned with desire and need, I drummed up just enough self-preservation to force out a few, regrettable words.

“Take me home.”

Even though I tried to make it sound more seductive than a normal request to stop, it brought the momentum to a halt. Spencer immediately stopped his kisses, but let his hands continue to stroke loving patterns over the sides of my thighs.

“Don’t you have other classes?” he asked. The feeling of his breath against my ears making me second-guess my already voiced decision. But as enticing as the idea was of having him now, having already waited over a week, I knew we could have so much more fun with a little bit of privacy.

“Don’t you have work?” I teased, hoping that it would spur him to take the action we both knew was safer. At the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to poke fun at the academic in him.

“Unless this is your way of telling me you've always wanted to fuck a girl in a lab because, I must admit I'd be more than happy to oblige."

Spencer’s whole body tensed as he imagined just what it would feel like to take me in such a public place. After a couple seconds that I can only imagine were filled with fantasies and a reasonable fear, he pulled me from my seat on the counter and placed me back on the ground.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling me by my wrist towards the door.

I only barely managed to stop him with both hands on his arm. He turned back to look at me like I’d done some horrible thing, but I was too busy trying to stop the laughter that was spilling from my chest.

“You’re uh—” I cleared my throat, pointing to the very noticeable tent in his slacks before I keened through the giggles, “You’re gonna have to do something about that.”

With a quick glance down, Spencer remembered the very unfortunately obvious trait of the male anatomy. “Fuck,” he stated plainly.

I couldn’t resist.

“I mean, I’m down,” I joked one final time.

“Shut up!” Spencer laughed, too, trying and failing to adjust himself in his pants while I just enjoyed the show.

After all, we both knew that once we were alone, he would get a reprieve from my ridicule. He would get whatever he wanted.

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The chaotic clashing of hands and mouths continued seconds after we’d reached our destination. The empty apartment had all of the sounds of our desperation echoing back to us, and after soaking in the melodious noise for a few seconds, I snapped back to reality.

“Okay, she doesn’t get home for another 30 minutes at the earliest so, we’d better hurry,” I urged, trying to shove Spencer off of me to convince him to move. It barely worked, with his arms clutching tighter the harder I struggled to get away.

Wrapped together just like that, the two of us barely made it a few feet before we almost tumbled to the ground. That was just enough of a reminder of our lack of coordination for Spencer to finally, begrudgingly, release me. Kind of. His hand still held tight to mine, and our laughter still combined the whole way to our bed.

From there, Spencer felt confident in our privacy to answer, “That’s fine. I usually tear open my gifts pretty quickly.”

It was a very good metaphor for the way his hands worked over my clothes. I didn’t even try to pinpoint the moment where being naked no longer made me feel nervous. I let the scar tissue show because neither of us were going to look at it, anyway. We were too caught up in the slight shifts and nuances of our faces as we rushed towards our one mutual goal.

“I missed you,” I mumbled, the words feeling as natural as breathing itself.

“I missed you, too,” he returned, and I felt the raw emotion, the sincerity and desire in every syllable. But once it was over and he had finally managed to remove everything but my underwear, all that was left was an all-encompassing, mind-altering level of lust.

“God, watching you in class was so fucking frustrating,” he strained, his upper lip curling with disdain as he watched my body squirm against the sheets.

“Why’s that?”

“I wanted you so badly.”

There was no denying that it was the honest truth, and I didn’t even want to try. I wanted to gloat and bask in the confirmation that his presence was dangerous for my academic career. Not to mention my sanity.

“Like I said. You’re very distracting.”

Then, to prove my point, that brilliant bastard shoved his hand under the band of my underwear. He only held me softly for one second before he slid his fingers through the slickness and thrust them roughly into me. It hadn’t been that long, but the emptiness I felt before was even more apparent now that I had any part of him inside of me again.

“Am I?” he chimed with a smile.

I wanted to be bratty, to fight the tension that was building and appear unfazed by his ministrations, but there was simply no pretending. Not when my body was already on the verge of spasming around his fingers that seemed to stroke the perfect place within me with every movement.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed. I should’ve known better than to give him ammunition.

“You’ve resorted to blasphemy already?”

Spencer partnered the tease with a ruthless thrust, burying his fingers to the knuckle inside of me and holding them there. He waited until I ran out of breath and struggled to take another while also trying not to scream in a mixture of frustration and devastating need for more.

“I thought I told you we had to hurry?”

“We’ve got time,” he shot back without pause, “You’re just being a needy little brat.”

“Yes, I am,” I whined just as quickly, “I’m a fucking brat and I need you.”

He almost seemed disappointed in my compliance. His fingers began moving again, eliciting noises that were louder, higher, and sweeter after the anticipation. He tried to draw the attitude out of me by stopping again, waiting for a quip that didn’t come.

“Awww, no fight?” he cooed.

“I can’t. It’s your birthday,” I grumbled before biting my tongue. The pressure was becoming so unbearable I thought I might honestly draw blood. But after another few seconds of torture that felt like a lifetime, Spencer withdrew his hand completely.

He was testing the limits, watching how far I would let him go before begging. But even when he took the same soaked fingers and began rubbing me from the outside of my underwear, I only opened my mouth to steal quick, soft breaths and give pitiful whines.

“Oh, I like this…” he laughed, apparently having gotten past his concern about my sudden compliance, “I could get used to you behaving.”

The song-like cadence got to me, threatening to spark and ignite everything I was holding back. I almost bit back. I almost let the desire scorch my throat with a few choice words for the very rude genius, but I didn’t. The only thing that stopped me was the feel of cotton sliding down my thighs as he removed the final barrier between us.

“You’d miss my misbehaving,” I said with a chuckle. The sound mixed with another, a deep moan that filled my chest when I felt him press himself against my entrance. My back arched, causing him to slip inside of me just enough for us to both lose our words.

“I don’t know…”

If I’d wanted to say anything, my mouth wouldn’t have let me. It was too busy singing his praise while simultaneously begging him to silence it. My lips floundered for a kiss that he hung just far enough away from me to deny. Satisfaction was painted over every feature as he started to enter me, brushing his lips against my mouth every few seconds just to pull away before I was granted the intimacy I sought.

“You do look rather cute when you’re begging.”

It was strange, the way my body started to predict his movements. I met him in the middle of every motion, and I swore even our breath became synchronized in its rapid firing. It wasn’t until his hand rested over my throat we broke the rhythm. I wasn’t going to complain, letting the energy flow down my spine that arched towards him on instinct. His hips never stopped, and I could tell by the way his breath hitched and his fingers grew tighter around my neck that the new angle was as wonderful for him as it was for me.

“You look so sweet when you let go of every ounce of self-preservation and dignity you have and put your life in my hands,” he whispered with an affection that almost seemed odd considering the context. But then there was something else in his moans, a genuine gentleness that made my already arrhythmic heart beat faster.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” he asked as his movements stayed calm and careful. Loving and safe.

I didn’t even notice my eyes had closed, but it ultimately didn’t matter. Because when I opened them, I saw the same man that existed in every image behind my eyelids. The only indication he got that I was still capable of communication was the gentle curve of my lips that dropped open in a pleased sigh as his hips continued a slow, tender pace.

It still felt like too much, but not in a bad way. It was too much in the sense that I was reminded once again just how ruined he’d made me. And the smug little shit knew it, too.

“You don’t have a single thought in that pretty little head, do you?” he cooed, dragging his hand up the column of my throat to force his fingers against my tongue. True to my word, I didn’t try to fight back. I soaked the digits that still tasted like me with my jaw left open. His pupils dilated as he watched the spit pool in my mouth that awaited his instruction.

“You just want to be used. Like the perfect little doll you are.”

Unlike my own, his smile was more of a smirk. A crooked, ever so slightly wicked quirk that made my muscles tense around him in their own version of an affirmative answer. He took it, happily. His body crashed into mine, but it merely felt like an extension of myself returning home like the waves meeting the shore. I could feel him claiming his rightful place at the deepest parts of me, making his home with every powerful motion of his hips.

I could hardly breathe, let alone think. I didn’t want to. It felt unnecessary.

“My sweet little girl,” he muttered with an unbelievably chaste kiss in the center of my forehead, “You’d do anything to make your daddy happy.”

I felt detached from myself in a way that didn’t feel me with fear or pain. I could feel myself through his hands, strong and working the pliable flesh of my thighs as he held them up so that he could drive into me harder.

His eyes, also only half open, burned with intensity. I could feel the determination, the undying desire to grant me a serenity that no one else could. His need for me to feel safe and loved with the seemingly contradictory brutality.

But it wasn’t contradictory. The power behind every movement, the insistence on being as close to me as he possibly could, might have caused some physical pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of sharing this space with him. Of sharing my body with him just to see what he would do with it. I already knew, but I wanted to feel it again and again. Because with each stroke of his hand and thrust of his hips, I felt it.

Spencer had free rein to do whatever he wanted, and he chose to love me.

“I’m so close. You know what I want,” he pleaded despite holding all of the power. He handed it to me with a low groan, trying to kiss my lips while he commanded, “Do it. Come for me.”

My body obeyed his command, falling to pieces around him with shockwaves breaking over every inch of me. My vision went white, crafting a halo of light around him as he also found himself reaching a peak that seemed different than the times we’d shared before.

I tried to figure out what had changed, what about this time made it unique. But as the euphoria faded, all I saw staring back at me was the same face as always, radiating a joy and understanding that warmed damp, chilly skin. Spencer’s release provided a similar warmth within me, and my body clung to him even tighter despite the exhaustion.

My breathing took its time to even out, but I was in no rush to leave him. I would have stayed like that forever, with Spencer covering me like the silliest, boniest blanket. If it wasn’t for the dead weight he eventually dropped on me, we probably would’ve spent the whole day lost in the covers. But he could thank the scars for me being a little less forgiving.

Of course, thankful is not the word to describe him at all. Whiny was more like it. Even as I turned our bodies together so that I would still be sitting on his lap, he did nothing but groan and bitch about it. That is, until I silenced him with a kiss that barely brushed over his lips.

That was enough to turn his frown back to the dopey smile I loved so much.

“Happy birthday, old man,” I purred, enjoying the way his hands grabbed me tighter at the loving nickname. But age wasn’t what was on his mind. I could see it in the way his eyes tore past my defenses and he held me closer like we could actually become one if he tried hard enough.

“I’m so in love with you, it’s infuriating,” he whispered.

“I’ve heard that one before.”

Spencer wasn’t in a joking mood, though. All of his humor seemed to be expended earlier in the day, and now he was just left with all the mushy, romantic innards that I normally kept at bay.

It wasn’t that bad, though, I thought as his hands framed my face so our foreheads would touch. There were worse things to be trapped with.

“It’s true,” he mumbled with his voice still high and slurred together, “I look at you and there is just… nothing that can be said that would ever explain the way it feels.”

“Gross,” I joked.

“Get used to it,” he returned. And if that wasn’t enough to make me laugh, he stuck his tongue out in the most childish display I’d seen from him since he’d fucking licked my hand on our picnic. It was also just charming enough that I was willing to let the sappy stuff slide.

“I’ll be nice to you this time,” I grumbled. “But also, speaking of time, you’d better hurry up if you don’t want to do the walk of shame with an audience.”

Spencer’s arms fell limp with a dramatic cry before he used them to cover his face once more.

“Ugh. Go,” he ordered. Despite his words, he still made me fight against greedy hands to wrestle my way out of bed. It would have been smarter to let me go quickly. I really don’t know what he was thinking, but he would learn his mistake soon enough. Because as I was finishing up in the bathroom, I heard a very amused voice chiming down the hall on the other side of the door.

“Good afternoon, Spencer.”

I debated not opening the door and freeing Spencer from the unbelievably uncomfortable position he’d just found himself in, but ultimately decided it was too cruel. Still, the stalling had taken up enough time that the poor guy felt compelled to reply.

And, of course, the only thing he could think to say was a pathetic, high pitched, “Hi.”

Somehow managing to contain the absolutely riotous laughter I felt in my gut, I opened the door with the straightest face I could muster.

It wasn’t enough. Spencer saw the pleasure I took in his humiliation and practically shoved me out of the bathroom to take my place behind the doors. While I found the action endearing in the most awkward way, my roommate was mostly just confused about how the fuck I’d managed to find someone as stupid as me.

“I didn’t know he was coming,” she said once she managed to smile at the silly situation.

Clearing my throat, I tried to sound sincere in my bullshit apology. “Me either, sorry.”

In a way, I think the fact I couldn’t pull myself together worked in my favor. Normally, she would have scolded me (albeit playfully) for not alerting her of what she might be walking in on, but this time, she just tried to withhold the smile that still stretched over her cheeks despite her best efforts.

“You’re fine,” she sighed, giving in to the desire to go against her usual grumpy demeanor before retreating to her own room. “Have fun, you hooligans.”

Once her door clicked shut, I heard shuffling on the other side of the door next to me. Spencer’s shadow was visible from the light peeking out underneath, and I waited a few more restless seconds before I announced, “You can come out now, Spencer.”

Cautiously, the door creaked open just enough for his head to poke out and confirm that I wasn’t trying to trick him.

“I’ve never been a hooligan before,” he said with a bounce in his step and his eyebrows halfway up his face. To think that he was the same man who threatened to arrest me for existing at a nightclub was, in a word, hilarious.

“Well, good news for you,” I purred, and the sound must have reminded him of my more devilish nature, because his jubilance quickly shifted back to an obvious anxiety. I wrapped my arms around him even when it meant that his muscles tensed, dragging him down so I could whisper in his ear, “I was just about to ask if you wanted to help me play hooky.”

“And do what?”

It felt strange to say that I hadn’t really thought about it. That the second I’d seen him I knew that the day would be good and free and fun. That everything felt so perfectly fine that I didn’t even want to challenge it with a schedule.

Spencer looked at me, his answer apparent in the way he started to relax the longer we stayed wrapped up in a shitty apartment hallway. It didn’t matter what I said. Spencer would have followed me, just like I would have done for him.

And without the angst or uncertainty of what could go wrong, there was only one thing left for us to do. With a shrug and pout, I proposed the riskiest plan we’d had yet.

“Whatever we want.”

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