#THE WAY HE SKIMS HIS FINGERS ALONG THE PAPER HELLO

[rvspecter]

HIS HANDS AND FOREARMS!!!!!!!!!

[kryptonitejelly]

Inspired by this picture basically. In my mind, this is flyboy!Jake, because he is easy and my comfort character - but you can imagine him / read him as any Jake tbh. Credits to @lostinthefandoms11 for indulging my ideas that the slew of pictures from Glen’s sister’s ig has spawned.

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You are seated at one of the two chairs in front of the teacher’s table, nodding lightly, lips moving as you both exchange the necessary pleasantries while waiting for Jake to start the session. He had texted you just a minute ago - In the parking lot, see you soon - so you had both decided to wait, rather than begin, after all, you were both her last parent-teacher conference for the day.

Both your heads, you and Ms McKenzie’s, snap towards the door as it creaks open. Jake pokes his head in first, eyes darting around the room, only settling when they find you. You see the sparkle in his greens, the crinkle in the skin beside his eyes before a smile slips onto his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice kept more neutral, further away from his usual drawl because of the setting.

“No worries Mr Seresin,” Ms McKenzie’s voice floats into the air, just that bit breathier and a pitch higher than she had it when speaking to you. You hear the slightest hitch in her breathe as Jake flashes her a polite smile, the rest of his body stepping into the classroom. You really can’t blame her - he looks delightful, hair damp, bits of it casually sticking out from having run a towel over and his fingers through quickly, dark casual button up with just that one button too much open, paired with a set of form fitting dark jeans.

Jake makes his way towards you both, but he doesn’t sit immediately. He reaches for you first to place a hand on the backing of your chair, fingers gently brushing your back as he leans down to kiss you hello. It is a quick kiss on your lips, but something that manages to feel way too intimate with just one other person seated across the table, her gaze directly on you both. Your smile grows the moment your lips meet his. Jake sits, keeping his hand anchored on the back of your chair, and you slide your hand to come to a loose rest on his jean clad thigh. There is a scraping sound against the floor as Jake drags yours chair just that few inches closer towards him. The classroom and teacher in front of him weren’t going to stop Jake Seresin from being him.

His movement is so natural, but Ms McKenzie’s gaze moves along with your chair. Her gaze dips to the hand which you hand which you have on Jake’s thigh and you see the flutter of a frown cross her features. You aren’t the only one who sees it, judging by the shift of Jake’s leg which deliberately drops your hand further down his inner thigh. You find yourself stifling a chuckle as you feel the pads of Jake’s fingers massage your back gently.

“So, you were saying Ms McKenzie?” Jake cuts the silence and her frown, his interjection making the teacher clear her throat hurriedly as she busies herself with picking up the sheets of paper she has in front of her.

“Ye-yes, as I was saying…”

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“So,” you wait until you hear the click of the classroom door close behind the both of you before you continue, “Mr Seresin,” you say while batting your eyes at Jake.

It makes him grin, with a slightly raised brow before he takes a step froward in a singular, smooth motion, his body pivoting to press you against the wall of the empty hallway. Your back lands against the cool wall, Jake’s hands slipping onto your waist, and your hands going instinctively up his chest.

“I see my wife has decided to amuse herself by mocking me,” Jake states, his lips skimming across your cheekbone, kissing their way behind your ear, and against the column of your neck.

It makes you chuckle as you tilt your head ever so slightly to allow Jake’s lips better access - married, children under both your belts, and you both are still unable to keep your hands off each other.

Jake brings his head up from pressing a kiss to your neck and you let your lips meet him in hello, properly greeting him for the first time today. He had left too early for base in the morning for you to have caught him.

“One of my most enjoyable hobbies,” you say, between the first kiss and the second which Jake goes in for without hesitation. “You know she wants you to coach the soccer team because she’ll get to spend more time with you, don’t you?”

You tease as Jake presses his body more firmly into yours, his hand skimming from your waist and up your side before it comes to cup the side of your face, his fingers slotting themselves through your hair behind your ear, massaging gently as you lean into his touch; you let your hand drops to his front.

“And I said no because I much rather spend that time with my wife.”

“Is that so,” you hum in response, your hands pressing against his abdomen. After years and children later, Jake still boasted an impressive physique, less lean than he had been years ago, and slightly thicker, but no less attractive.

“Affirmative M’am,” Jake cocks to his head to a side a lazy grin on his features.

“And if your little gremlin was any less of a monster on the soccer field than she is now?” You ask, picking up the nickname you both had for your youngest daughter. Jake was competitive, and you knew part of the reason he said no to coaching, the first being Ms McKenzie’s obvious attraction, was that there really was no need - not with the absolutely fiend your youngest was on the field. All your children had gotten Jake’s athletic ability, but your youngest - well, there was a reason even her grandma had nicknamed her your little terror.

“Well, she gets that from her mother,” Jake says in jest, leaning in to kiss your forehead before moving his lips down to yours again. If anything, she got it from him. This kiss is soft, gentle, drawn out, and he pulls away leaving you wanting more.

“Dinner?” He asks, as he steps away and extends his hand towards you, the knowledge that your children were at home, under the watchful eye of the babysitter. You take it, fingers tangling with Jake’s. Jake loved his children, but without a doubt, his first priority had always been, and was still, you.

“Lead the way Mr Seresin.”

[kingofthe-egirls]

Hello! Could you write trafalgar x reader where trafalgar just want to fck y/n using his tongue and finger and nothing else? Hehehe.

I've been looking for that kind of au but i can't find any. Please?

Thank you if you ever write it. 🤗❤️

omg yes don't mind if i do

SPEAK: LAW x Y/N

(cw: kitten/kitty nickname, soft dom!law, sunburn, Master nickname for Law, pussy slaps, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation)

(a/n: "Pain Management" by @thus-spoke-lo has fantastic Law smut!)

Songs: "Jenny" by Walk the Moon, "Hot Pot Commander" by WEDNESDAY CAMPANELLA

words: 1.2k

Law's staring at you again.

You can feel his gaze like cold iron on your spine. You shiver, and stand to take a shower. The Polar Tang is surface-side, bobbing slowly in the waves as the rest of the crew get in some much needed sunshine. Vitamin D is a scarcity, as part of the Heart Pirates.

Law follows you.

He sets his News Coo down on the crate beside him, uncrossing long, snow leopard legs as he stands. You swallow, pretending not to see him out of the corner of your eye, or hear him pad softly along the hallway after you. He's sneering, you can tell.

"Shambles."

Suddenly, the air is a sieve and you're no longer standing on your own two feet. Law has repositioned you in his arms, bridal style, and is shortly kicking open his office door to lay you down unceremoniously on his scattered desk. Papers and charts crinkles under your weight.

"Wait, Law--!"

"Shut up," he hisses, smile curving his luscious lips. He skims his slender, slightly cool fingers up the sides of your legs. His tattoos are shadowed in the room's dim light. Your captain is leering at you like a jungle cat. You shrink, under his gaze.

"I was gonna--," you start to protest, start to say you haven't shaved, you're dirty, your deodorant is at least a day old--but Law hushes you with a finger to your lips. He shakes his head.

"Lemme take care of ya, kitty cat."

You close your mouth, your teeth clicking as your jaw shuts. Law is wearing his yellow hoodie, sleeves rolled up over his jeans.

He sets his hat down behind him on the chair, before kneeling in front of you. "Always teasing me," he murmurs, curling his fingers into the elastic waistband of your shorts. They're soft, and sorta see-through.

You scrunch your nose. "Not on purpose--,"

"Mm hmm," he tuts, tongue rolling smoothly over his bottom lip. His eyes are a deep brown, swirled with chestnut and chocolate. He smells like spearmint. "Speak when spoken to, kit cat."

Nervously, you nod.

Law's dom persona is sweet, if condescending. His punishments never truly hurt, and his rewards are always worth their weight in gold. His hair is scruffy, and you gingerly reach out to touch it.

He allows this, smiling with his eyes closed. He tilts his head, letting you scratch through his sweaty scalp.

Law slides his hoodie off in a smooth, fluid motion: pulling it over his head with one hand. His skin is slightly pale, still not used to the sun, as you stroke the sunburns on his cheeks, his nose, his shoulders. The almond honey has been tinged cherry red, and you coo over the slight flakiness of his poor, sunburned skin.

Law swats your hands away.

"I'll put aloe on it later," he says, gruff. He never likes when you fuss over him, the solemn doctor much preferring to fuss over himself. You smile, rolling your eyes slightly. But you don't speak.

Good girls get rewards.

Law smugly stares at you, almost baiting you to speak first. You roll in your lips, waiting for him. He nods, once, before sliding your shorts all the way down your legs. "Good kitten," he says, pressing kisses up your thighs as he settles between them. You shove your own shirt up over your tits, and he snickers. Law palms at your sensitive breasts, swiping at your hardened nipples with a dexterous thumb.

"So, my little girl's always so good at taking Master's cock," he hums his filth into the skin of your inner thigh, long lashes drifting dark above his angled cheekbones. "Let's try something new."

Law wastes no time in spreading you open, two fingers splaying out your pussy lips as he surveys you with a predator's eye. He licks his lips. "So pretty, kitten," he praises you, before bowing his head to start licking his way inside you. You arch, moaning as your doctor pleasures you.

"C-captain!"

Law stops.

You clamp your mouth shut, the nickname having sprung from your lips full force and uncontained.

Law tuts, shaking his head from side to side.

"I thought I told you the rules, kitten," he smacks your pussy harshly, once. The sting is slightly sharp, but the clenches that follow are soo sweet. You croon, biting your lip to keep quiet. Law rubs your vulva, placing his palm over your mound to try and soothe the sting.

"Next time I won't be so kind," he warns, arching a sharp eyebrow.

You nod, sweet as can be, before spreading your legs wider and letting him dive back in, face first. Law laps at your clit slowly, steadily, as he takes his time with you. Law has already spent hours upon hours mapping your body, seeing what sounds you make and why. He's perfected the art of making you orgasm, studying you like his favorite toy. You let him.

Law wraps his arms around your legs, lifting them higher so he has better access to your slit. He plunges his tongue inside, swirling it around as he slurps up your juices. Doesn't take much for him to get you sopping wet--especially when he's like this.

Your captain takes care of you, circling his thumb on your clit, pressing hard and then laying off, over and over again as he tongues at your g-spot. It's not long before you're cumming all over him. His beard is soaked with your slick, and he quickly stuffs his long, slender fingers inside you to start fluttering at your velvet walls. You clench, over and over again, as you shiver through the release.

You gasp, stuttering out his name. "L-Law!!!" You don't care if he slaps your cunt again, it feels good anyway, and you're tired of holding in your sounds. Law snickers, but doesn't stop.

His fingers crook up inside you, swiping at the spot inside you that makes you cum. His lips suck at your clit, wrapping around your button with soft plushness that you can never get enough of. He hums into your slit, speeding up his fingers as his lips increase their suction. He plays with you like he's a fucking vibrator.

"Nngh--fuck!" You squeal, curving forward around your lover's head. His tongue is smacking and slurping at your sensitive bud, stimming you all the way to the edge and over. You're pushing him off you with both hands, without even thinking about it.

"Sweetheart?" Law asks, eyes wide. He's panting, and so are you. You shake your head, but just so he'll let you catch your breath. He strokes his long hands over your shins. His touch is sweet, soft as snow. Slick from your arousal, too.

"Sorry," you hiccup, breath slowly cooling down with your racing heartbeat, "Overstimmed."

Law nods, before standing to scoop you up in his arms. He sits back in the desk chair, scooting his hat over to the side. He sticks it on your head, all soft and fuzzy, as he nuzzles your face with his nose. You sigh, leaning into his shoulder. "Thanks, daddy."

"Love you, y/n-ya," and then, "Good job."

"Master's proud?"

"So proud of you, sweetheart." His nicknames usually bear the callousness of his sweet condescension, like a rose-red wine, but now he says them with sincerity. They slip down your throat like honey, and you swallow up as much as you can.

"Shower," you mumble, and Law quickly shambles the both of you to the ship's bathhouse.

[bogginswritings]

Little Astarion blurb

Little Astarion x Tav. I haven't finished the game yet, like not even close, but I thought this was cute. I saw a couple of these prompt fly by on my tiktok fyp. I haven't written in a while, so Astarion might be a little OOC. Also, not proofread. fuck it we ball. I guess this has minor spoilers for the game?

Word count: 1000+ Summary: Astarion told Tav he doesn't remember what he looks like, Tav decides to help out.

It was his rare moment of vulnerability with me. One where I had to hold him, unable to comfort him with words. I could tell him it was okay, or that I could fix it, but the harsh reality was that I could not. Astarion knew that, I think it is why he accepted the hug. IT was the most I could offer and the best he could take.

It was in a random chest along the road I found it hidden; a sketchbook and a pencil. Some of the pages had been filled out already, drawings of animals and what not. Though there were enough empty ones left. I am far from the best artist around, but I am decent enough when I have a reference. And luckily, I had.

The lanterns around Astarion’s tent accentuated his face even more, the shadows casting over him. His features appeared even sharper. I sat by the campfire, a reasonable distance away. Thankfully, the vampire was rather focused on whatever book he was reading. He seemed to read something every single night, and I still had no clue what exactly, just that he was pretty invested in it. I was thankful for it now, though. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to his surroundings, so it didn’t look too weird when I was staring directly at him while scribbling away on the blank pages. It took me a while, wanting to make sure it was perfect, to get his features right.

When I was done and ready to show it, I suddenly doubted if it was worth it. Maybe it would look weird; you do not just draw your road companion. Right? I shrugged, to hell with it. Surely doing something with a good intention shouldn’t be a reason for him to suck me dry. Literally.

With a sigh I stood up, closing the book. I walked over to his tent, the toe of my boot nudging the pillows he was seated on. Astarion looked up, his red eyes meeting mine. Everytime I see them I wonder why it took me by surprise he is a vampire. He rested the book in his lap, an eyebrow raising, “Well, hello, darling. Is there a particularly good reason you’re interrupting a perfectly good read?”

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at his dramatics. Instead I flopped down on some pillows next to him, my legs crossing, “I think my mere presence is a good enough reason,” I retorted. To my amusement, I got “I can’t argue with you there” back. I let out a sigh, holding up the book, “I drew you something.”

His brows raised, an intrigued look etched onto his face, “Oh?”

I opened the book, quickly flipping through it to show it to him. He frowned as he examined the paper, taking the book from my hands, “Well, thank you for this perfectly good drawing of a goat?” He looked at me, “If this is your way of flirting with me, I have to admit you could do a lot better.”

“What?” I snatched the book from him. I had opened it on the wrong page, a drawing of a goat with some information from the previous owner drawn on it. “Shit-” I muttered, trying to quickly flip to the correct page. My calloused hands, however, had some trouble actually grabbing onto the correct page. It took some colorful curses and angry fingers, but soon I had the right page in front of me, a drawing of the man before me on it. I handed it back to Astarion, “That wasn’t- This is what I drew you.”

His hands took it again, his eyes widening as he skimmed over the page. I held my breath as he did. With this elf, any reaction was to be expected. He is not always the most predictable, to say the least. “You drew this?”

My eyes met his again, and I nodded as I slowly let out that breath, “Yeah.”

It was silent for a brief moment, though I felt like maybe time had stopped and it just started playing again. “Why?” he asked.

“You told me you haven’t seen what you look like in a long time. I don’t know- I guess I wanted to show you. I’m sorry if that’s weird- or creepy. I didn’t-” I was cut off, the breath pushed out of me as he lurched forward. My initial thought was that he definitely did think it was creepy and now came to fucking eat me, or something, but instead his arms wrapped around me. His embrace was cold, but it still warmed my cheeks and I could feel my heart increasing speed. I then realized my hands were stiff next to my body, and I decided to return the hug.

“Thank you,” his breath tickled my neck, “I forgot what I looked like, what others saw when they looked at me. You just gave that back to me.” With a sigh he pulled away, a grin on his face as he looked at the drawing, “I’m so beautiful, you must be horribly in love with me.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes, “Oh, totally. Simply irresistible.”

“Exactly what I thought,” he chuckled, “Oh, and darling, if this is your way of flirting with me, I’d be lying if I said it isn’t working.”

I could feel the flush return to my cheeks, I was sure he saw it, too. “Of course it does, I’m a treat. Prettier than you, even,” I retorted. His hand flew to his heart, “How you hurt me,” he said, “Now, if you will; you could use your rest, and I was getting to quite a cliffhanger before you decided to interrupt me,” he glanced at me, “Though for good reason.”

I smiled and was about to get up, before I felt a surge of confidence. I sat on my knees. One of my hands came under his chin, my fingers tilting it up as I leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Astarion,” I whispered, before rising to my feet and walking to my bedroll. As I got comfortable in my sleeping bag, I saw Astarion caressing the drawing from the corner of my eye.

[luckyshotwrites]

Part 1 - Since Ya Owe Me~

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): A twenty foot tall "human" cowpoke, Cliff, meets a "stunted" small human named Cassie. (g/t, vore mentions, goofy shenanigans, and lore dips)

Wordcount: 1,800+

Side note: None to report

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Cliff

Husked rice sounds good. Maybe I can get a side of salmon or tuna, too. His stomach complained about the promise of delicious food. It knew the closest town was nowhere in sight.

"Ugh," Cliff grumbled. 

He twisted the reins in his hands idly. The vipkey bobbed up and down along the faint stone path. 

How long has it been? His stomach growled an answer. I haven't eaten for a whole day. He gave the last of his food yesterday to his scaly, saddled-up omnivore companion. He patted their side, feeling their scales shimmer with approval as he did so. 

Cliff's eyes scoured the wet forest floor again. He hadn't seen any animals swinging or slithering about. Nor any appetizing plants. Huh? Maybe one of those eco events happened here. That would explain the lack of food and people.  

He smacked his lips and rolled his tongue in his mouth. It felt dry. 

He traced his belt, his digits skimming over his currently empty holster and then to his gourd. He swung it up, and his body felt the immediate disappointment—it held no weight. No water either. 

Cliff tapped the bottom of the uncorked gourd to his head and sighed. 

He fixed it back on his belt, then went to the other side. He picked up the compass and flipped open the silver top. The golden arrow spun, searching for a direction. 

"Nearest town," he whispered, swallowing hard after. I hate that when you notice the thirst, it burns even more. 

The arrow pointed a smidgen northeast. Damn, do these make travelin' easier. It then lit up at the center with the miles, and he hung his head. That's three hours. He put his free hand to his face and grunted into his palm. 

"Nearest..." Cliff played with his options. I at least need some water. He said the word questioningly, "shrine?"

The arrow buzzed again, rotating quickly, but showed a similar path, more northeast than the town. An hour, that's better. Not the best, but to hell with it. 

He grabbed the rein again, "We're going this way, Kackles."

Cliff's mount spurred and listened. 

...

He strayed off the half-buried stone path for about an hour, humming old tunes. His eyes lit up as he finally spotted a torii. It looks a little worse for wear, but it's something. It meant a shrine was just beyond it. 

He couldn't wait for the refreshing taste of fresh water. 

He crossed his fingers as his companion started to strut up the long steps. Here's hoping they have one of those shrine guards with food.  

Upon reaching the shrine, he jumped off and told Kackles to wait. 

The shrine was small, with several cracks in its curved red roof, old, nearly shredded paper talismans, and no idols. Hmm. Cliff's teal-green orbs touched the mossy stones, and his finger ran across the podium, which normally held the shrine owner. 

Is there some kind of Yokai roaming here? He questioned. His boots clattered across the muddy, grassy slabs. His eyes caught what he was looking for—a spring to the right of the shrine. It looks clear. 

He slowed down before he reached it. His body twitched at the sound inside the shrine's paper gate. He narrowed his gaze, watching the movement. 

"Hello?" Cliff called. He lifted his right hand slowly. "I saw this spring out here, and I wanted to know if anyone minds me takin' some." I'd also like any food you got, he thought, but he wouldn't ask for handouts.

A very skittish voice answered, "Go ahea-ah-eed!" Her tone skittered with panic.

"You need any help in there, ma'am?" He pushed his hat up, keeping his line of sight on the shadow beyond the paper.

"I'M FINE, DON'T COME IN!"

That doesn't sit right. 

Cliff cautiously backed up. He took his gourd from his belt and walked over to the spring. He filled it up slightly and took a swig. His lip tensed up with distaste. A little tangy. Which meant the spirit of the shrine was gone, and the spring was on its way to being corrupted. 

Regardless, he couldn't be picky, so he drank and filled what he could in the gourd.

He looked back at the shrine. He imagined it was a yokai inside, but...

A yokai doesn't usually sound like a scared woman unless it's asking you to save em'. 

Cliff walked up the shrine's steps again, leaning back on one of the railings near the way down. He prepared to tell her he was going on his way. However, a loud shatter and cry made him leap from the pillar. 

He threw back the paper door, and his eyes caught what looked like a woman. Her skin was as pure as snow in a tattered kimono that matched. Except for the splotches of blood and mud soaking its “skirt” end. 

Her claws were deep in the varnished wood, trying to climb it. Her head twisted back to look at him. Cliff took a step forward. The remaining vase pieces crunched under his boots.

She spoke with a garbled, gruff speech. She's new. 

"This ain't your shrine, is it, Yokai?"

It hissed at the word, insulted by the term. It jumped down at Cliff, and he sidestepped out of the way. It rolled and crashed into the other table of useless trinkets. He backed into the other wall in doing so—his back bumped into the wall. The space was far too tight to fight in. 

It really is a newborn; most yokai are faster, stronger, and have some supernatural magic to back them up. 

He threw up his finger pistol and aimed it at her. Cliff’s eyes sparked with a ring of brighter, neon green light. It circled within his hunter green iris. The ring sparked repeatedly like someone kept hitting two stones together. 

Before she could scramble back up, he set his vision on her along with his pointer finger. He lined it up and set the weak Yokai ablaze. It took a few seconds for the screeching to stop. It had been crisped.

He blew on his finger and put out the imaginary pillar of smoke coming from it. 

That was pretty easy. Cliff got off the wall ready to leave, then realized that he was talking to someone else before. His eyes quickly looked over the room. He did a 360 in an attempt to find them. 

He only saw shattered pots, dust, and a few broken trinkets. He rested his gaze back on the claw marks in the wood. Why would it try to get on the wall? He followed what its path might have been. And up there, between the wooden beams, was a girl. She was hard to see with the shadows of the unlit space protecting her. 

She looks so tiny. Cliff had never seen a stunted human before. She looked like she’d stand at his knees. How did she even get up there? 

"Thank you for that, sir," she said, hugging the wooden pole.

"Cliff," he replied.

"I'm Cassie," she said back, giving a slight wave, almost falling, and quickly clinging to the beam again.

"Can you get down, Miss Cassie?"

"O-of course I can. I just like the view up here is all." She said, "But I wish you luck on your trip, sir."

Cliff raised a brow, "Uh-huh." There's no way she's getting down from there without seriously getting hurt. Cliff put his arms out, "Two things: one, you got nothing to land on down here but shattered pots and dust."

She glanced down at his arms. "You want me to jump down into your arms?!"

"Yes."

"But what if I miss you?"

"Got any other options?"

She was quiet before she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "Please don't drop me."

"Don't plan on it. Now come on," Cliff said.

She slowly got her legs dangling. She squeaked, still clinging on. Cliff waited and swayed with her feet. 

"Don't have all day, Miss Cassie." 

She nodded, took a deep breath, and let go. 

Cliff caught her bridal style with a slight "oof," yet once he held her in his arms, he realized how light she was. 

“Thank you,” she uttered.

I've carried toddlers with more weight than you. Cliff joked in his head. And we even look similar in age. 

His mind wandered to her looks as he worked on putting her down. Stunted like her were rare, and knowing she wouldn't be that hard to carry made him reflexively swallow. 

"By the way, nice focus magic you did there. Though, I don't think I've ever seen anyone put a hand up like that to use it." She copied his finger gun motion.

Cliff shifted his gaze and muttered, "I like putting on a show." He poorly hid his embarrassment. Here, I thought Stunted didn't know much about magic. 

His mind trickled back. Is every rumor I heard about them right then?  His stomach wanted to know. 

"And you mentioned two things earlier but only said one," Cassie said.

I can't let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away. He wanted to know for sure if Stunted lived up to their hype. 

"Two was about my services. They ain't cheap." Cliff said. He expected her to start running. She didn't.

"I told you everything was fine! You didn't have to intervene."

He scoffed and pointed to the pile of ash behind him, "You know what that thing was?"

The Stunted opened her mouth. Nothing proceeded to come out. 

Cassie conceded, "I've never encountered that Yokai before, so, no."

"That was an Agubanba," Cliff said, "a Yokai that probably wanted to use you as a catalyst for its growth."

She lowered her head, "right."

Yet, newborn Yokai don't usually attack people outright. 

He crouched down to meet her eye level the best he could, "Given that you seem to lack anything of value on your person-"

The girl with wild brown hair interrupted him, "I had plenty of valuable goods before those outlaws took them! I was resting in the shrine when they came in. I panicked and climbed up to hide." She fixed her large, thick, rounded lenses, "and I dropped my stuff when I made my way up." 

Cassie shifted her head up, "They probably took those items into town to sell them."

She rubbed her hands together. It almost looks like you want to fight em' "Can you direct me to the nearest town, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Direct you?" Cliff questioned. You're asking a lot from a stranger, aren't ya? I can throw you in the opposite direction if I wanted. 

"That way, I can pay you back! I'll get to town, bury it somewhere, probably along the edge, and even put one of those sizzling starlight flowers on it. They are quite common in this region." She said.

He rubbed the slight stubble of his chin. The more he looked at Cassie, the more he felt his little shoulder devils curiosity to eat her rising. "And how do I know you ain't lyin'?"

Her eyebrows knitted together, "Why would I-"

"Listen, little missy. I don't know much about you. A Stunted in the middle of the forest is a very odd thing to see." He slapped his hands on his thighs, "but I'll tell you what, I won't charge you my usual price."

Cassie's eyes lit up, then quickly fell to skepticism. "You won't?

"Nope, I have a little proposition instead," Cliff smirked. 

His mind and body were in agreement. He wanted to curb his hunger. 

Cassie didn't seem to like what his face was selling. "What kind of proposition?"

He flashed a wider smile and flicked up his hat, "I'd estimate it'd take about two hours until we hit town." His eyes met her rich brown ones. "So, in the meantime, little miss Cassie, since you owe me and I'm pretty hungry—" 

He maintained his confidence as he asked, "—how about you be my temporary meal on our way there?"

...

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[floralflorence]

POV: A moment of tenderness between Leo and Reg makes ignoring their feelings much more complicated for the four of them. PT.2

@rueful-witch - sorry for the long wait my darling <3

After grabbing the bags of things they'd bought from the farmers market prior to the almost-kiss in the car, Leo hip-bumped the door open, using his back to hold it open so Reg could head in.

"Thanks," he smiled softly as he went past, delicately holding two brown paper bags in his hands. They both chuckled softly when yells sounded from the living room, entering it to see Logan and Finn with their back against the sofa as their fingers swiftly skimmed the buttons of their controllers, their shoulders nudging each other even while they wheezed out laughs.

"Who's winning?" Leo joked from behind them.

Without turning, they both let out happy exclamations that he was home before asking about his day.

"How was your date with Mr. Handsome, Dark and Handsome?" Finn giggled, eyes roving across the screen quickly as Logan's avatar ran towards him.

"Handsome dark and handsome huh?" Reg laughed, glad the room was fairly dusky on account of the quickly setting sun. Their heads swung round with a snap, both sets of eyes lingering on him for a moment before bright grins spread across their faces as they said their hellos.

"Are you two alright to pause that for a minute? Need to talk to you about something." Leo's face showed them that the 'something' was important so Logan flicked the pause button and they stood, following Leo and Reg into the kitchen to put the bags down.

"Is... everything okay?" Logan ventured to ask, the way Reg was intently not meeting Leo's eye when he helped him put down the armful of bags without dropping everything. He hopped up onto the counter, green eyes concerned as he anxiously swung his legs back and forth.

"Everything's fine, baby," Leo instantly stepped to reassure him, hands stroking along his thighs as he stood between them. He pecked his lips twice softly, waiting until Logan had stopped fidgeting to turn to Finn and Reg, talking in hushed tones a few feet away. Staying between Logan's legs just now with his back to his chest, Leo mumbled a soft 'hey' and nodded his head to gesture for them to come over. "Ça va?"

With a small nod and his eyes trained on Leo's nose rather than his eyes, Reg flushed darkly, no longer hidden due to the white lights of the kitchen, when Leo's knuckle gently bumped underneath his chin to prompt him to look at him properly. His question was in his eyes as he raised a brow at him.

"I-" Reg laughed embarrassedly, wiping his sleeve across his face as if to try and scrub his blush off. "I still feel guilty."

They had discussed this in the car on the way home, Leo assuring Reg that there was absolutely no need to feel bad for what almost happened.

"Regie, I know that usually it's a bad thing but we don't really do conventional if you hadn't noticed."

Reg let out a snort of laughter at the cheeky smile on Leo's face as he spoke. "Yeah, yeah okay that's pretty fair."

"Can someone catch us up, please. I wanna know why we're laughing," Finn whined, pouting at being left out the joke.

"I had a panic attack at the market- I'm fine," he rushed to say as Logan and Finn turned to him with worry obscuring their features. "But, uh, Leo was calming me down and he was close and, um..."

"Did you kiss him?" Finn asked, always the one to spare Reg the struggle of trying to find words he didn't have.

"Almost but no."

"Regie, don't feel bad for something that almost happened," Logan mumbled, sad at Reg being so on edge about something so small - they wanted to be a safe space for him where he doesn't have to worry and stress about little things.

"I just... when that something is almost kissing your boyfriend, of course I'm gonna feel bad."

"Love, we wouldn't have minded if you did," Finn said with a soft laugh, freezing when he realised what he'd said. "Um, I meant like... oh wow there's really no way to back-pedal that one," he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck with a forced laugh.

"Leo already told me that, don't worry, Harzy," Reg stroked a gentle hand up his arm, looking at him softly, feeling bad at how uncomfortable he looked. When Finn's eyes moved from his face to look down at the thumb Reg had stroking circles into his bicep, Reg mumbled under his breath and stepped back, eyes trained again on the floor.

"Wait, you told him that we wouldn't mind if you kissed him?" Logan whispered into Leo's ear while this interaction was happening, continuing when Leo nodded in response. "So... he knows we all have feelings for him then?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Turning his attention back to the pair of them in time to see Reg scramble back, he decided to get everyone on the same page. "So, we figured Regie could stay over for a movie night and then we could talk about, you know, everything tomorrow, when we've all got some sleep."

"If that's okay?" Reg added in a small, uncertain voice.

"'Course it's alright. It's a great idea." Finn instantly reassured him, grinning brightly at him in a way that made Reg almost nauseous as his stomach somersaulted violently.

Within a few minutes, they'd put away all the bits from the market and helped Leo get everything out that he needed to make dinner. After finally complying with Leo's laughed requests to go sit down and let him cook, Logan and Finn unpaused their game after Reg assured them he was fine with watching - he liked watching them play actually but he'd never admit that. Reg sat with with his back pressed into the corner of the sofa, knees up to his chest as he lay his chin on his arms and watched, cheering one or the other on whenever they won a round and consoling whoever lost.

Halfway through their third round, Reg shuffled forwards to grab a blanket from the folded stack they kept on the footstool, slipping out his favourite and fluffing it open. He wrapped it around his shoulders, the size of it meaning it could cover his whole body. A few minutes later, Leo walked in from the kitchen, flopping down on the sofa and stretching out his legs, hooking his ankles as his heels rested against the floor.

"It's just gotta cook for about forty minutes then dinner shall be served."

Logan ended up winning the round, leaving him in the lead between Finn and himself and passed off the controller to Leo to 'give Harzy a chance'.

"Cold, Regie? The heating should be on." Logan asked as he and Leo swapped places.

"Not really, this blanket's just comfy."

"I'm not surprised," he chuckled. "'Regie's blanket'," he added with a smile, almost an afterthought.

Humming in a wordless question as to what that meant, his heart raced when Logan looked almost sheepish.

"You're the only one that touches that one. We just call it yours."

Reg smiled, the thought that there was something in their house that was purely his despite their house having so much foot traffic being 'the party house' making him almost stupidly giddy. With a soft, endearing smile at Reg's bashful flush, Lo turned his attention back to the game so as to not make him uncomfortable. He had to desperately try to withold an outright yell when he felt Reg shuffle slightly before apparently hyping himself up enough to complete the action and lying his temple against the curve of Lo's shoulder. With a quick press of his cheek against the curls at the top of his head to reciprocate the touch and, in part, to reassure himself that he was actually there, Logan felt his hands shake as his heart pounded when Reg then snuggled a bit closer, now knowing the touch was welcome.

After breathing a shallow breath so he didn't unsettle Reg's comfortable position too much, Logan composed himself and reached an arm up to wrap around Reg's shoulders, his fingers stroking along the bare expanse of Reg's bicep underneath his shirt sleeve. He calmed when Reg made no move to get away from him, keeping his eyes trained on the screen, afraid that eye contact would make him bolt. Keeping his movements slow and gentle as though he was trying not to startle a frightened animal, Logan drew small patterns that dipped in and out of the divets of muscle in Reg's arm. He did freeze, however, when Reg shuddered notably against him.

"Bien?"

"Oui, ma famille n'était pas particulièrement câline," Reg joked back, letting out a soft breath when Logan just pulled him in closer in response. "This is nice," he whispered.

"Ouais. You smell like fruit," Lo mused, laughing too when Reg snorted, thanking him for what he hoped was a compliment.

After a while, Finn leaned back to ask Logan if he wanted to switch out with him but paused when he saw Reg lying comfortably against Logan's side, eyes closed as Lo's fingers ran through his hair. With Reg not looking at him, Logan had taken to opportunity to admire him, his own eyes trained intently on the contours of his face. Considering Logan looked very comfortable where he was, Finn turned back to the TV, nudging Leo's leg with his foot and nodding his head at the pair with a smile. His grin widened when Leo's whole face softened, his eyes flicking from them to Finn before he leaned in for a kiss, Finn returning it happily.

Leo always kissed slow and soft whenever he was all mushy like this - Finn's favourite kisses - making him grumble when Leo pulled away.

"Quoi?" Leo wondered with a smile.

"Wanna kiss you."

With a confused cock of his head, Leo answered. "You did just kiss me."

Finn shook his head softly. "Kiss you, kiss you." He kept his voice low, the noises from the TV mostly covering it. After a quick glance at Reg to make sure he was still relaxed against Logan's side and not paying attention to them, Leo put his controller down, gently sliding Finn's from his hands. "Don't look at me like that," he scolded softly.

"Like what?" Leo mumbled, eyes trained on Finn's lips, his thumb skimming over Finn's bottom lip. With a fierce blush, Finn reached over to thump a hand against Leo's shoulder, mumbling 'like that' as he did. Not moving a muscle from Finn's hand, Leo instead grabbed his waist, pulling him into him before rolling them over, Finn now lying on his back underneath Leo. He held his chin, leaning down to kiss him deeply, Finn's back arching up into it slightly.

Leo's hand slid from his chin down his body to his chest and torso, fanning his fingers and feeling along the ridges of him as he did. They glided down to his side, sliding down until the tips of his fingers could slide under the hem of his tank, stroking along his skin before squeezing, his thumb running over the edge of his defined V-line. Failing at his aim to try not to smile into his mouth, Leo hummed happily at the needy sound that came from Finn's chest.

With a pout when Finn pulled away, Leo hummed again, questioningly.

"Believe it or not," Finn began, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm, "having you on top of me turns me on and I think it's a bit soon for us to be grinding on the floor in front of Regie, don't you?" He made sure to drop his voice for the last part, simultaneously allowing him to keep his voice from reaching Reg's ears and making it low and flirty to tease Leo just because. With a less than enthusiastic but nevertheless agreeing noise, Leo pressed one last deep kiss to his lips before sitting back up, Finn following suit. They both looked back to Reg, glad to see him sat with his eyes closed, still more than happy to remain cuddled under Logan's arm.

Logan, however, was in a less than content state, staring almost obsessively at the picture they had propped on one of the many bookcases in the living room of himself and his parents and grandparents. With a look that was nothing short of completely baffled at his behaviour, Leo questioningly looked at Finn who was quite literally dying with laughter and doing his best to be quiet. After a very pointed look down at Logan's crotch, Leo realised and, too, began muffling laughs behind his sleeve.

"Désole, mon coeur," Leo whispered, trying his best to look sincere but laughing harder when Logan just answered with a tense 'mhm'. The grey sweats he had on, because, really, it's his luck that they'd be grey, made concealing his half-hard cock impossible, making him instead opt for praying Reg stayed half-asleep while he thought of how ashamed his mom would be of him in an attempt to will his boner down.

Logan, genuinely, could have cried when Reg shuffled in his doze, the loud noise the video game made when they began playing again startling him slightly. He kept his eyes closed though and just tugged his blanket more securely around his shoulders, leaning more into Lo's side. That was all fine, Logan loved that actually, more than happy to have the dark-haired boy snuggled as close up to him as he could get. That was until Reg repositioned the way his cheek was pressed against his shoulder, moving it to he was more leaning into Logan's chest and collarbone, his nose lightly bumping against the side of Lo's neck, his breaths wafting over the sensitive skin there.

An internal battle raged inside Logan: torn between the growing hardness between his legs at having the boy he had a very giant crush on close to him like this and also at the same time feeling extremely guilty that his body was reacting to him like this. If they'd talked and set everything out there, it'd be different, he'd know Reg's feelings extended to him and not just Leo. At that moment, he decided to not focus on what the hell they'd do if that actually happened and instead turned his attention to Reg.

He'd liked it when he began petting his hair so he continued that, stroking his fingers from the tips to the back of his head, dipping down to lightly scratch along the back of his neck before moving back up again.

Did that fair well for Logan? Of course not. He vehemently cursed his apparently very unlucky stars after he'd regained function of himself.

When his nails had lightly grazed the hair at the base of Reg's neck, the other man had let out a soft, involuntary sound; a soft huff of air expelled from his nose as he whimpered low in his throat.

Midway through a rant in his head about why today of all days was the day he cashed in any bad karma, the timer for the food beeped loudly from the kitchen. For what felt like the millionth time in about ten minutes, Logan could've cried. He got distracted from that though when he looked down at Reg and saw him quickly moving away from Logan, fully awake now.

"Sorry, I guess I was more tired than I realised," he mumbled, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

"Don't worry, Regie. I didn't mind, I promise."

He looked up at him, smiling shyly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Logan paused for a moment, a gentle smile on his features. "C'mon, let's eat," he said finally, heading to the kitchen with Reg following on his heels.

They ate happily, chatting back and forth in a way that made them all realise that this, their innate comfortability with one another, really gave their friendship no other choice than to end up here. It was when Reg was helping Finn collect the plates off the table and load them into the dishwasher that he realised he was less than excited to wait another evening before they finally spoke about it.

"Hey," Reg began as they all crowded onto the sofa, Leo flicking through what films were available for them to waste the evening with. "If it's okay, could we... talk tonight? Now?"

The three looked over at him, silent for a moment before they all voiced agreements; Leo leaving on a random channel and turning down the volume until it was just background noise.

"I, uh, didn't really get this far when I thought about all this," Reg admitted in a soft voice. He was sat back in the corner of the sofa, knees tucked up to his chest as his arms wrapped around them just so he didn't have to worry about what to do with his hands. Finn was sat at his feet, centimetres away from him as Leo and Logan sat by Reg's side. Leo had Logan tucked under his arm, Finn's feet stretched across the gap to lie in his lap.

A gentle hand cupped his cheek, thumb stroking softly underneath his eye. "Love, there's no right or wrong way to talk about it. Don't stress, say or ask whatever you want and we'll do the same, yeah?" It was Leo, of course, he seemed to have an affinity for making his whole body seemingly explode from the inside but, to be fair to him, Logan and Finn weren't exactly innocent of that either. Reg looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes wide but excited.

"You know, the last time you did this, I almost kissed you," Reg said, leaning into the touch nonetheless.

A smirk quirked Leo's lips. "Can't blame a guy for trying." Reg broke his gaze as his eyes rolled heartlessly, a shy smile creeping across his face despite him trying to cover it.

"Well, I don't really think it's gonna be a shock but I... have feelings for you. All of you. Pretty much have done since we met if I'm honest," he laughed shyly, mostly at himself being so embarrassed to admit it. "I know that Knutty feels something for me too but I'm not sure about you." The question was in the statement as Reg briefly looked at Finn then Logan then back at his socked feet against the sofa cushion.

"I like you too, Regie, of course." Finn looked ecstatic as he replied, the grin that earned him the nickname 'Heartthrob O'Hara' bright on his face. "How could I not?" He looked at Reg with such obvious adoration on his face that Reg's courage seemed to crawl out from wherever it had hidden behind his butterflies. Before he could think better of it, Reg scooted forwards a bit and leaned to brush a kiss to the dimple in his cheek, his hand coming to cup the other side of his face.

His lips lingered on his skin, only moving back about a centimetre when he finally pulled away. Finn turned his head a fraction so the tips of their noses brushed; his soft brown eyes staring into grey. They brushed again when Finn tipped his head up, his hand reaching to hold the back of Reg's head and lightly guide his head to tilt down. A gentle kiss was placed just below the middle of Reg's forehead: a place Reg knew he had the faintest freckle that even he could only really see in the mirror if he was looking for it.

He then realised that Logan hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, nothing. Swallowing desperately, feeling like his heart and his stomach were wrestling in his throat, Reg rested in the lingering feeling of Finn's lips before he shuffled back slightly, turning anxiously to Logan, looking at him expectantly. He'd planned to say something, he really had, but the words got tangled in his throat and refused to form.

Logan's head cocked the side slightly, confused as to why Reg was looking at him so fearfully but he caught on quickly.

"Oh love, no." Reg went pale. "No! Not no as in like no, no as in like yes I have feelings for you as well." Lo took a deep breath and smiled. "Of course I do. Have you met you?"

The admiration of his general person made Reg blush, smiling softly. "Good. That's good," he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed away the remnants of his fear. "Just a fair warning though, I've never.... done this before. Not properly anyway."

"You've never dated anyone before?" Finn asked. "Not to assume we're dating or anything!" he rushed out, realising he might be jumping the gun a little there.

Reg looked at them. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"High praise," Leo deadpanned, the faintest hint of a smile quirking his features.

His sarcasm quickly faded when Reg leaned to kiss the very corner of his mouth. "You know what I meant," he said softly, looking up at Leo with a small smile.

Leo's tanned skin reddened ever so slightly as he audibly swallowed, looking off into a random corner while he tried to regain sense of what was up and what was down. Logan cackled, always happy to see the usual causer of blushes suffer the same fate they had to on a daily basis. Finn did the same then reached forwards to grasp Reg's hand between his, taking a deep dramatic breath and looking up to the ceiling with his eyes closed.

"Oh our dear Regie. Would you," he opened his eyes and looked at Reg, squeezing his hand and taking another breath just as dramatic as the last, "do us the honour and take us all as your boyfriends, partners, lovers?" he added a small eyebrow wiggle for effect. He burst out laughing when they all dissolved into giggles, Reg's laughing so hard he was silent, his eyes watering. He nodded as he did, his laughs slowing when he saw the three of them smile brightly at his acceptance.

When Leo pulled him into his side in a close cuddle, Reg went willingly, pretending to grunt with the weight when Finn flopped onto his chest, cheek pressed to it as he wrapped his arms around Reg's waist. Reg weaseled his own arm between Leo's back and the sofa, curling around Leo's other side before coming to rest against Logan's thigh, wanting to be touching all of them.

Reg let out a soft, content breath before he spoke. "Now that that's cleared up," there was a scatter of soft chuckles in response, "Yes, I have dated before, just never someone I actually liked. It was just girls that I got shoved with for appearances sake, you know?" Reg felt Finn's chest rumble against his torso as he hummed sympathetically.

"What were they like?" Leo's quiet voice asked. "The girls," he specified.

"Honestly... they hated it as much as I did. We did whatever we were told to in public then never really spoke otherwise. We were both just doing what our parents said we had to. There wasn't really anything else to it."

The three were silent for a few moments, mulling the information over before Leo pressed his lips to his temple, pulling away only to rest his forehead against his head. "You never have to do anything you don't want to now, yeah?"

"Je sais.''

They watched a few random movies, chatting mindlessly until they began interrupting themselves with yawns every few minutes. Heading up the stairs slowly, they brushed their teeth together, jokingly bumping each other out of the way of the sink. Reg finally got into bed, Logan's, technically, although the Cubs all slept in Finn's frankly abnormally large one. He was wrapped in one of Leo's hoodies, nuzzling deep into the warm fabric and breathing in the smell.

Although he fell asleep quickly, he was up a few hours later at a loud, creaking from the doorway, dazedly rolling over and sitting up, squinting at the face that lingered there before flicking on the bedside lamp. Lo's apologetic face swam into view, peering from under a mess of brown curls as he inched into the room, fiddling with the sweater paws made by Finn's too-big sweater. ''Désolé. Heard a noise, thought you were awake,'' he explained in a low whisper.

''Non, c'est bon.'' Reg patted the space on the bed next to him, shuffling over slightly.

Logan shuffled quietly into the room, a small smile on his face, settling next to Reg and smiling when Reg scooted up next to him, bumping his foot against Lo's. ''Real question is: why are you awake?'' Reg asked, looking over at Logan with soft eyes.

''Guess I'm just too happy to sleep,'' he mumbled, grinning when Reg had to try and muffle his laughs. He relented, however, when Reg nudged him again softly. ''I felt bad that you're alone in here.''

''I usually sleep in here when I stay.''

''Yeah but we aren't usually dating,'' Logan answered back, his excitement peaking just by saying it. ''Before, there was always a reason why you weren't cuddled up next to us in bed. Now, it just feels...icky.''

Reg couldn't hold in his laugh this time, leaning against Logan's side with a smile.

Faking offence, Logan scoffed lightly, turning to look at him. ''I'm admitting my pain at being apart from you and you're laughing? Rude.'' He only lasted a few seconds of hearing Reg's giggles muffled into his shoulder before he cracked, breaking into soft laughs as well. He wrapped an arm around Reg's shoulders and pulled him into him further, rolling them over so he was cuddled on top of him, face tucked into Reg's neck as their laughs faded.

Logan shuddered when he felt Reg begin peppering soft, slow kisses along his jaw, outright groaning when his teeth ghosted just under his ear. He leaned up, propped on one elbow so his face hovered over Reg's. His heart stuttered when Reg blinked up at him. Lo flicked his eyes from Reg's and down to his lips when Reg's tongue darted out across them quickly.

''Just so you know,'' Reg began in a soft tone, ''I'm definitely not above kicking you off your own bed if you don't kiss me in the next five seconds.''

Logan complied instantly. His other hand rose to lightly hold Reg's chin, tilting it up toward him as he pressed his lips to Reg's softly then firmer when the boy under him pushed up insistently. Sliding his hand underneath the hood to cup his cheek properly, Logan pressed close against Reg, lips moving against his smoothly. He pulled away after another few, desperate kisses, leaning his forehead against Reg's and sighing out a deep breath.

''Much better,'' Reg breathed, both of them chuckling softly into each other's mouths.

''Do you wanna come cuddle? If it's too much, that's fine,'' Logan reassured in a hushed whisper.

''Non, I want to.''

Logan grinned brightly. ''Fabulous. C'mon.'' He tangled Reg's fingers with his, flicking the light off and pulling him up and across the hall to Finn's room. ''Not to brag but we're great cuddlers.''

''Oh, I'm not too sure about 'great'.''

''Well, you'll have to try it and find out won't you?''

Finn and Leo both grumbled questioningly when Logan prodded at them both to prompt them to scoot over. Reg replied. ''Room for one more?'' That woke them both up - blinking blearily before complying with Logan's next request of 'scooch up'. They ended up with Leo staying with his head lying on Finn's chest, Reg snuggled into Finn's side with Logan pressed along the entirety of his back. Leo reached up to tangle his hand with Reg's, laying them clasped on Finn's chest, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before falling back asleep, the other three following suit soon after.

[sleekervae]

Past Lives [0.8]

Masterlist

A/N: Hello again. This is your daily reminder, if no one's told you, to keep your mental health in check. Take a personal day if you need, hug your pet, or eat some yummy food. Point is, self care is king and I have a hard time remembering that sometimes, so I remind myself by reminding all of you :)

Anyway, this segment is gonna' be shorter. I think the next one will be too, but please bare with me. It'll be worth it all in the end.

Warnings: none

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Four weeks were quick in hindsight, however they felt as though they dragged on. Austin filled his time as much as he could in all practicality, though given his current project it wasn't hard. The hours were long, the outdoor and night shoots were bone chilling and the studio shoots were no less merciful. Nevertheless, Austin got on well with his cast mates and went along whenever they'd have outings outside of filming. And in his down time he spent getting comfortable in his brownstone. He was proud of himself as he was getting a hang of this cooking thing -- for his standards, at least. He had sent Jade a picture of a chicken he'd prepared with some roasted vegetables, his smile wide when she replied with a few gifs of approval from The Office.

The London rains poured heavy and unforgiving, to most people it would signify the end of their work day and they could stay safe and warm in their homes. Austin however wasn't so fortunate, he had to return to the studio for some night shoots in a few hours. He didn't mind the night shoots so much, the intensity of the scene was much more evident and much more hilarity always ensued when the cast and crew were pushed just passed their bedtime.

He kicked off his boots, dropped his jacket on the hook and shook out his damp hair and hood. The strange brownstone was becoming much more familiar now, not quite a home but a safe refuge for him to recover and relax, ignore the outside and all. His eyes averted down to the stack of mail that had been dropped off for him. There were some bills, coupons for fast food chains, and a postmarked envelope all the way from America.

His spirit was lifted a little as Austin ripped the envelope open, unfolding the one-paged letter scrawled out in familiar hand writing. With his type writer still in great shape, Austin had decided to type out and send Jade a letter the old fashioned way. It felt so odd at first, he was a little self conscious as he wondered that she'd think it was silly. However, Jade texted him a few days later, elated in her thanks and surprise because no one in her inner circle had sent her something so personalized. She had jokingly told him she had some notes for his writing; and not a week later, she had sent one back to Austin.

He wandered through his living room, plopping down on his couch as his eyes skimmed over her handwriting, legible though some scribbled lines appeared more difficult to discern from time to time. He could see where she had pressed so hard her pen had almost punctured through the paper, and somehow that made him even more excited to read.

A smile wormed its way across his face, her enthusiasm and bubbly nature just bursted off of the page with every pen stroke. He could picture her now; green eyes sparkling and olive skin sheeny in the California heat. He wondered what she wore when she wrote, whether she found it naturally easy to put this together, or if she had struggled just as much as he had. Nevertheless, getting her response put a glimmer in what had so far been a bleary, dreary day.

Austin looked down at the empty spot on his couch, remembering how she had curled up next to him during their movie; how close she'd pressed herself to him, how every time her fingers brushed against his he had this instinct to clasp onto her hand. She was a warm presence he missed terribly.

He had found her contact in his phone, thumb hovering between the call and message buttons. Doing the math in his head, it was probably about nine in the morning there, she would definitely be awake.

It had been a solid month and a half, and Jade still felt out of her element. It wasn't as though she hadn't tried; she had decorated her spacious loft with all of her old things, picked up some new shelf ornaments and books from a thrift store down the street. And her view of Hancock Park was immaculate. Of course because her neighbourhood was so gated, making friends with the neighbours wasn't the easiest feat.

It wasn't the worst thing, however; nobody would come over to bother her. Half of her was drawn to the romanticism of this artist who had found success was now living in this quaint little place by herself, but she was also lonely, vulnerable, and welcomed her friends coming over or taking the invitation to venture out. And of course Jade had her weekly therapy sessions over Zoom, now at a more appropriate hour in the day time for her.

Her therapist had told her to keep writing, don't let those emotions bottle in and not judge herself for having them. So that's what she did day in and day out. She and her band mates had set up a makeshift studio in her loft so they could all gather and record in discreet comfort.

Jade's family was calling in to check on her and welcome her back into the timezone (her mom and sibling were still in Toronto so they were only three hours ahead, but we digress). It didn't take long however before Cam gave Jade the update on her ex. He'd gotten the word she was back in town, and no matter how much he harassed and bombarded Cam and other members of her team, they wouldn't tell him where Jade was. But he was in the business too, it wouldn't be long until she either had a run in or he would end up finding her. Nevertheless, Jade was in a secured building with cameras, a buzzer, and a desk clerk, so she felt pretty at ease about it.

A lot had changed for her.

But then nothing had.

It was a sunny Saturday morning. The neighbourhood was quiet as usual, maybe the odd jogger would pass by or a dog could be heard barking in the distance. Jade had cracked open a window by her kitchen table, sitting with her tea and a ukulele. Her focus however was further captured by the folded letter sitting at the end of the table, placed along with more miscellaneous mail that had come the week previous. She strummed lazily at her instrument, curiosity in her gut bubbling into apprehension as she stitched semblances of a song together. Some days it was easier to write than others, of course on the days when her mind wandered elsewhere, there was fat chance of her being productive at all.

She exhaled slowly, reaching out across the table again to pick up the letter. It still felt so odd, like a trembling weight of energy in her fingers that threatened to implode in her hands from the sheer weight of its impact. Jade's career was based on writing, and yet even she had never thought about writing a letter to someone, let alone receiving one. She read it for maybe the twentieth time that week, his soft, raspy voice echoing between her ears as she read word-for-word.

She looked out the window as she set the paper down, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. She was sated to know she he missed her just as much as she missed him, though he seemed precarious in his writing to her and she hoped she had given back the same level of walking the fine line of their... friendship? She knew they agreed to keep it as a friendship, but it didn't feel deep enough to describe what they had, or what they'd done to each other.

Her phone buzzed, effectively snapping her attention and she reached across the table to answer the FaceTime call. Florence's picture popped up.

"Hey!" Jade grinned as she answered. Florence was in her own kitchen, her apron thrown on hastily and hairs sticking out of her messy bun. 

"Hello!" she smiled, standing over her stovetop, "You know, I had this fantastic idea this morning,"

"Indulge me," Jade said, sipping her tea.

"You move back here and cook dinner with me because it's no fun doing it by myself, now," she suggested. 

Jade simpered, "Or you could come move here and have eggos with me?" she replied.

"I would, but you guys don't have hobnobs," Florence shrugged.

"And you don't have candy corn, but you don't hear me extorting you to move again," Jade said.

"Fair,"

"What's for dinner?" Jade asked, eyebrows knitting together as another notification popped up on her phone. Austin had texted her.

Hey :) I got your letter, thank you

She tried to keep her focus, though her heart thudded in her chest as she read his message, seemingly over and over. Florence went on and on about whatever she was throwing together for dinner, her words getting lost in Jade's ears as she typed back.

You're very welcome. How'd I do?

He responded a minute later.

To quote a musician friend of mine: I have some notes

Go away

Much to her delight, he responded with a Dwight Schrute gif.

"... ade? Hello? Jade!? Earth to Jade!" Florence suddenly grasped her attention back. She was staring hard into the camera, "I'm talking to you! What're you doing?" 

"I'm listening!" Jade exclaimed. 

Florence scowled, "Oh, are you? What did I just say?"

"That you're cooking dinner,"

"And what am I making for dinner?"

"... Chicken?" she shrugged.

"I'm making prawns, you lemon!" Florence pouted, "What're you doing, anyhow?"

"I was just reading," Jade admitted, "I know, it's rude of me,"

"Oh yeah?" Florence popped a brow, now munching on a piece of bell pepper, "Whatcha reading? Texts from your American sweetie pie?"

"A: he's not my sweetie pie. B: and if I was?" 

"I'd only be slightly offended. I mean, what's the guy offer you that I don't?" she took a second to think, and then the realization washed over her, "Oh yeah: cock," 

Jade glowered at her friend, "In front of the prawns, Flo?"

"Hey! You can't deny it now! You were trending on Buzzfeed for a week!" Florence exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes, "Girl can't even get a moment of weakness to herself these days," she mumbled. 

"Ugh, I know. Being photographed making out with Elvis Presley reincarnate must be so tough," Florence teased back. 

Jade flipped her the bird.

Florence chuckled gingerly, "Alright, what's he been saying, then?" she asked, "Unless of course it's not meant for virgin ears,"

Jade glowered back, "If you're a virgin, I'm Jane Fonda," she replied, "We just talk,"

"About what?"

"About stuff! He was telling me how he might be going to the Met,"

"Gala?" she echoed incredulously, "Even I've never been! How'd he get one so quick?"

"I said he might be," she simpered, "And probably because it's Elvis and Bad Lurhmann and it's great award fodder,"

"Are you gonna go again?" Florence asked.

"Tell you what -- if I get an invite, you'll be my date," Jade decided.

"Damn," she shook her head, "I should've been recording all this, then. Unless of course Mr. Presley asks you,"

"Yeah, right," Jade scoffed, "He's got better options, I'm sure,"

"Jade," Flo scolded.

"I'm just saying," Jade shrugged back.

Florence rolled her eyes, "Come on, now. I spent a whole year building up your self esteem again; at least pretend so I can feel a little important,"

"Dude, please. You're one of the most important people in my life," she grinned back.

"... More important than Mason?" she queried playfully.

Jade sighed, "When they're not around... yes. When they are -- well, tough luck, kid,"

[fukuokanodivision]

OverDrive Drama Track 1 - Lightning Never Strikes The Same Place Twice [It had been at least 2 months after OverDrive formed from the ashes of Traffic Light. 4 months after Traffic Light’s escape from Chuohku, Chuohku. The headquarters were women ruled like queens without a care in the world. Sure, they had strength, but OverDrive had something way more powerful.] -PulseCo Records- Boss: Ah, Seishin. I knew I’d find you here. Always working hard, aren’t you? [A sigh of relief came from an adult with jet-black hair and blue eyes, who looked up from his paperwork.] Eko: No problem boss. Yesterday’s concert was a total hit, the box office was almost selling out like crazy! You had to see to believe it. Boss: That sounds like a job well done. Speaking of jobs, The mailman came by earlier. He had a letter addressed to you, let me just… [The man pulls out a letter from his pocket and hands it to Eko. Eko runs his fingers along the paper.] Eko: I see, tell the mailman thanks from me if he’s still around. Boss: I will, I’ve got some work to get at anyway, so I’ll see you around. Eko: No problem, bye. [Eko waved as his boss left them room, once he left, he turned his attention to the letter in his hands.] Eko: Now to see what’s inside this letter… [He slowly, but surely began opening the letter as his fingers trembled while opening. Once it was opened, he checked the back of the envelope and almost fell out of his chair, making a noise between a gasp and a yelp.] Eko: T-this is not happening… -deep breath- Steady yourself, Eko. Now, let’s see what ‘they’ want… [As Eko skimmed through the letter, he almost blacked out. After he read, he set it on his desk and began to dial up OverDrives GC, mimicking dolphin squeals under his breath, a habit when he’s nervous] Eko: Mai, Yuno, are you busy? -Next Step Dance Studio- [A soft noise startled Mai from their slumber, they’d unknowingly were sleeping on a couch after a long day. As they grumbled, they read the Caller ID and immediately answered.] Mai: What’s up Onii-san? -Yawn- Sorry, just had a long day… Eko: Oh, I didn’t want to bother you. But can you call up Yuno? I need all 3 of us at my place ASAP. I need to tell you something, very badly. Mai: No problem, I’ll see you at your place later. Eko: Thanks a lot. [Mai hangs up sighing and quickly calls Yuno, Still tired from their call with Eko.] -Kamora Residence- [As his phone rang, Yuno got up from his desk, leaving his notebook open. In his cardigan pocket, he fumbles for his phone and picks up.] Yuno: Hello? Oh, Mai-san. What’s up? Mai: Yuno-chin! glad you picked up. Listen, Eko wants all 3 of us at his place ASAP. He needs to tell us something… Yuno: Oh? I see, I’ll be right over. Mai: Thanks Yuno-chin! [Yuno hangs up and stretches. As he puts a jacket over his cardigan, he gives Gino a treat and says goodbye before heading out the door, wondering what Eko wanted to tell him and Mai so badly…] [Both Mai and Yuno were wondering: “What did Eko want to tell them?” The thought wasn’t surprising, but was at the same time (considering Eko tell’s them surprising things off and on all the time.) But to Eko, Whatever was going on, he knew it was not going to be pretty…] To be continued… Extras: Boss (Known as NaYuta) - Eko’s agency manager. Gino - Yuno’s pet fish.

[channwie]

𓍯 MIRAGES OF YOU ( A MINI SERIES ) ⋆ FEAT. BYAKUYA KUCHIKI & AIZEN SOSUKE ─ ⋆

001 — the beginning after the beginning.

“Aizen Sosuke has been sentenced to nearly twenty thousand years in Muken."

hello.

hello…?

“Lady Kuchiki!”

“Sorry, what?” Your head snaps sideways to where Hitsugaya, Captain of the Tenth Division is standing in front of your desk. “Apologies, I must be–”

They don’t know who you are.

“–tired, or something…” You trail off, how strange, that voice– it’s so close yet so far. Hitsugaya frowns a little, placing a sealed set of papers on your desk. “You should go home.” He says, straightforward. It’s not like your job is all that demanding either — you could miss a few days if needed.

“Nanao doesn’t need any more stress than is,” you skim through the papers Hitsugaya has brought – orders from the Onmitsukido, deliveries for Lieutenants Yachiru and Matsumoto, along with whatever nonsense Captain Kurotsuchi wrote to request clearance for. “Won’t take long for me to sign these anyway.”

“Don’t overdo it.” He scolds, and a chuckle escapes your lips instinctively, this kid…

Toshiro, you’re just like your grandmother.

“Relax—” you stretch your arms, then push your chair back, to pull out a stamp from one of your drawers. “Lady Kuchiki—” he interjects fiercely.

“Toshiro.”

He hangs his head for a moment, watching as you stamp the first paper, Lieutenant Matsumoto’s ridiculously long list of snack items, plus a few lip glosses. “You haven’t fully recovered from Karakura, don’t be an idiot.”

You sign your signature at the bottom a little harsher than you need to, “I feel fine, thank you.” Hitsugaya grunts, unimpressed.

You’re his friend. He hates how stubborn you are.

“Reiatsu depletion isn't just a cold—”

You ignore him, folding the paper neatly, sliding it in an envelope, stamping the Kuchiki seal on the front flap. “Want some natto?” You smile, sliding the envelope across the desk for him to take.

Hitsugaya huffs, taking the envelope in his hands, studying the seal for a moment.

“Let Matsumoto know she can come pick her package up in five working days.”

“Hm.” He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, a thought coming back to him. “You said you had… natto?” He grumbles beneath his breath, turning his head away.

You laugh, nodding firmly. “Do you want some, Captain Hitsugaya?” He sucks his teeth in response and you shake your head in amusement, reaching down to rummage through another of your drawers, miniature square package of natto soon in hand.

“Thankyou.” He breathes, embarrassed. You move on to the next paper, reading line after line.

“About the Tenth Division’s comfort packages—” he starts, but you're too focused on the paper right in front of you, your mouth hanging agape.

Hitsugaya calls your name, and you barely turn your attention back to him, complete bewilderment in your eyes at what you've just read. “What is it?”

“This is Captain Hirako’s phone bill!” You shove the paper in front of Hitsugaya who pales, that amount of human money…

Who the hell is he even calling so damn much?

“Urahara Kisuke.”

“You spent nine thousand yen this month calling Urahara Kisuke?”

“That's what I said..?”

“With my department's money?”

Hirako stills, tilting his head to the side to figure if this is some kind of trick question. Women always do that sort of thing. “Uh, yes…?”

A vinyl goes flying his way, smacking him on the cheek.

You lean against the bookshelf in Shinji’s captain quarters, arms crossed over your chest. “Don't run up the phone bill again—” you warn him, pointing an index finger at the blonde who’s rubbing his cheek — still reeling from the aftermath of your scolding.

“I won't.” He grumbles, lies. “Shinji—”

“I won't!”

You sigh, waving a hand in disbelief, getting ready to bid your farewell before the sun sets. You still have paperwork to drop off at the Twelfth Division’s barracks, then go back to the Kuchiki Manor and finish signing off the Stealth Corps’ orders.

God Killer.

You pause as you're about to slide the door open to leave, “Hey, mind giving me Urahara's number?” Shinji turns around, white haori lopsided on his shoulders, mid removal. “Why? So you can beat him up too?”

You glare.

“Tsk!” Shinji trudges over to where his record player sits, rummages through his desk for pen and paper, scribbles the number down and folds it to the size of a thumb. “Thank you.” You mumble, sliding the paper into the inside pocket of your shihakusho.

“Mhm, better gimme’ a discount for the ne—”

Shinji never finishes his words, as the moment you turn to walk off, you're half unconscious, heading straight for the floor.

Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu.

You're falling. Eyes shut tight, bracing for impact.

You've been falling for a while now. It feels like it's been an eternity.

You wish you'd collide with something right now.

“Ah, you came back.” A voice in the back of your head. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, familiar.

When you finally open your eyes, it’s autumn, leaves falling delayed, as if suspended by time.

This one is your memory.

The Shino Academy gardens, just beyond your private quarters back when you were in school. Soft autumn breeze, freshly bloomed akizakura, the tree you used to sit at and practice reiatsu control — it’s the place you’d imagine when anyone asks you to think of your happy place.

And he’s here. Again.

“Let me out.” You thrash in his grip, arms firm around your waist, grounding you. “Let me out!”

Aizen Sosuke isn’t a man of extreme violence, he finds the effort one would go to such lengths as unnecessary, foolish. “Behave.” He cautioned, more for you than himself.

You shove him, palms colliding with his chest, scrambling to your feet — why is he wearing that haori? It’s disgraceful. A man like him shouldn’t even touch the Gotei’s garbs.

“Oh you think so?” He smirks, unrelenting, you can feel the pads of his fingers digging through your shihakusho. Like he’s starving, desperate for something. He's in your head.

“Aizen…” you croak out, he’s holding you a little too tight. “How?”

Desperate for you.

Something changes in his gaze, and he loosens his grip on you, a swift pull of your sleeves sends you toward him. “You let me in.”

“You’re lying.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” He smiles, devilish. But he’s right. He’s never lied, maybe excluded the truth, but never lied, not to you. Aizen’s arms keep you planted firmly where you stand, he leans into you, a strand of his hair tickles your forehead, you wince.

“You’re in Muken.” You say, moving to shift away. “Kyoka Suigetsu is locked away—”

“Don’t be foolish.” He pulls you back once you move a centimeter backwards, gazing down at you. “We’re connected.” He whispers, goosebumps rise on your flesh and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You are nothing like him. You will never be.

“Is that what you told Kuchiki—” He tilts his head to the side, dragging an index finger across your cheek. “Shut up—”

“So he’d marry you?” He relents, dipping his head to your neck, apex of his nose against your jugular. You can feel him breathing, your heart pounding in your ears. “Save you from shame?”

“Aizen—” you’re barely breathing. His lips ghost over the curve of your collarbone.

“No, don’t beg, it’s unbecoming.” You feel him smirk. “And what would Kuchiki think if he saw you?”

“Don’t speak his name.”

He hums, watching from the corner of his eye as your eyes flutter open, your pointed gaze directed at his soul. “You don’t get to talk about him.”

“Would he do the same?” Aizen lifts his head. “Defend you like you do for him?” He darts a tongue out, licks his bottom lip — there’s traces of you there, but not enough. Never enough.

“You don’t know him.”

“But I do, don’t I?” He makes you want to scream. “Everything you hide away in this little world of yours — you know that — you think about it all the time, don't you?”

“Shut up!”

Aizen looks as if he’s about to say something, to taunt you some more. “Too bad.” Instead, he releases his hold on you, leans closer, your noses touching. “Now you’ve gone and woke him up.”

“What do you—”

Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu.

Your eyes shoot open, it feels like the wind’s been knocked out of you. It’s nighttime already.

Kuchiki custom thread count sheets. You’re at the manor, in the east wing. But this isn’t your bed—

Why are you in the infirmary?

“You’re awake.”

Byakuya stands in the doorway, dressed in his captain’s attire, kenseikan missing, hair falling loose over his shoulders.

He looks like he just woke up, maybe he fell asleep at his desk again.

“I don’t remember falling asleep.” You say, and he walks over to you, taking a seat at your bedside.

“You fainted earlier.” He clarifies, leaning his head in your direction, eyes scanning you up and down — assessing for any visible damage.

“How do you feel?”

You twist your arms, stretching. “I feel great—” You move to sit up, but Byakuya outstretches his hand, stopping you. “Byakuya, wh–”

“You’re not great.” He scolds. “You fainted in Hirako’s quarters.” You shrink in on yourself just a little bit. “If he hadn’t been adept enough to break your fall—” He sees the way you look almost crestfallen, caving in on yourself, and he stops.

There’s a wisp of silence.

“You went back to work.” He begins, softer this time. “Why?”

“My department needed me.” You answer curtly, head flat against the pillow. It’s stiff, you miss the pillow Byakuya neglects sleeping on.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

“No.” He leans back in his chair, a soft sigh escaping him. “Because I assumed you’d make the logical decision to remain.”

He’s being naive, he thinks. There’s nothing anyone could make you do, nor a decision they could influence without your will.

You concede, turning your head, cheek pressed against the pillow as you look at him. “It isn’t much, but I enjoy doing it — it’s important to me.”

“I never said your work was unimportant.” Byakuya’s slate gray eyes meet yours, and you feel guilty. You shouldn’t have left the manor in the first place.

“The Divisions can live without their material things and the HR will function without supervision—” he says, and you want to crawl into a hole and die. “But I cannot live without my wife.”

Your eyes go wide for a moment, and his gaze hasn’t faltered. “Byakuya—”

“Heal.” He commands, and you soften. “Heal and you may return to your work as you wish.”

Would he do the same?

You push the voice away, and smile.

Byakuya Kuchiki is more than your husband, he’s your friend. He’s depending on you. You won’t fail him as you’ve done others before.

“I’ll do my best.”

[peaceteaa11]

My Rockstar

Part One of My Rockstar

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC Henderson

Rating: Dis one is clean... story has spice potential.

Warnings: Pining, ouch b/c pining, rockstar Eddie. Also Pining.

Summary: After almost a year of no contact Eddie shows up at Indiana Henderson's house to say hello. This only reminds Indiana of her lifelong love for Eddie, her high school best friend turned rockstar.

A/N: I have proofread but like at 1am maybe 2am not sure. So is it perfect, definitely not? But I hope you enjoy it. This will probs be a series along with Love Luna. Also, a one-shot and part three of Love Luna are coming soon. I've been on vacation sooooo, so I've been busy relaxing or something.

***I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC. I ONLY OWN OCS I HAVE CREATED SUCH AS INDIANA AND THE BAND MEMBERS.***

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"Indiana! Indiana!" I hear my brother's voice echoing down the hallway of our house and I giggle in response to his silence.

"Dustin! Dustin!" I shout back as I look up from my papers. Ever since I started college Dustin has been clingier than ever. This is mostly because of Eddie Munson. They were so close and Dustin felt truly alone once Eddie left. It's gotten better now that he and Steve have reconnected but it was one of the most heartbreaking things I've ever seen. My little brother curled up in my lap like an injured animal, sobbing about the absence of his good friend. I think it hurt him beyond belief when Eddie Munson actually graduated from high school. I mean it was a weird moment, we were all happy for him, but we knew he was going to leave us behind as soon as he could. Eddie couldn't wait to leave Hawkins. And now he's literally famous so he never comes home to Hawkins. He and his band are literally all over the world. Yeah, the world.

Eddie. I was in love with Eddie, everyone knew that, so when he left it hurt my heart more than I ever thought was possible. I never got to tell him how I felt, but Dustin's connection with Eddie was different. I think Dustin may have been even more hurt than me. I mean, Eddie doesn't even call. I don't blame him though. I'd try to forget Hawkins if I could, especially after everything that went down senior year.

"Indie!" Dustin shouts louder. I laugh and exit my room making my way to the front of the house.

"If you're not bleeding out on the living room floor there is no need to be yelling like that-" I pause when I see Dustin standing in the living room hugging a leather-covered and chained man. Familiar rings patting my brother's head.

"Eddie! Eddie's back!" Dustin shouts loudly as he turns to face me. I stare at Eddie Munson, the world's newest and hottest rockstar.

"Hey, Eds." I hum with a small smile. My heart aches at the sight of him. He's just as pretty as he was when he left.

"Hey, Eds? That's all I get?" he chuckles and walks closer but I feel like I'm glued to the floor. He smiles wider and tosses his arms around me and squeezes me into his chest. God. He even smells the same. I pull away and grab onto the front of the familiar jacket from high school. I scan all the familiar patches and buttons. I skim my fingers along them and sigh. I grab his arm pulling his sleeve up to relieve his tattoo. It's really him.

"It's really you." I whimper as my lip quivers. His fingers lift my chin up and he smiles sweetly.

"Were you hoping for someone else?" He lifts his brow teasingly. I shake my head violently and dive back into a hug. He sighs into my hair and squeezes me tightly into his chest as I choke back tears. Suddenly I hear a big commotion and four other voices.

"Hey, Munson. Where should we park?" Eddie releases me and turns to face the open door.

"Nowhere here," he laughs. "This is just an old friend's house. I had to stop by. We're going to the trailer."

"How are we supposed to all fit in a trailer mate?" A tall buff man hums curiously as his eyes land on me. "Oh. Hello. You must be the old friend." He smiles politely and I nod slowly, sort of confused.

"Oh! Guys com'ere!" Suddenly there are four other guys in my living room all smiling at me and Dustin who looks starstruck. It takes a moment but I recognize these faces. They are the ones I saw on stage at Eddie's band's first show. "Everyone this is Dustin and Indiana. My old friends from high school. we went through hell together." Eddie winks at me and Dustin who chuckles but I'm still stinging from the repeated use of the word friend.

I'm not sure what I expected if he ever came home. It's not like I would be able to confess my love and him say he feels the same and then live happily ever after.

"Devin, Sailor, Gates, and Taylor. Right?" I ask quietly and all their eyes go wide including Eddie's. They all nod and smile at me.

"Awe. Eddie! Do you talk about us?" Gates teases and before Eddie can answer or I can stop myself I'm blurting out more things.

"No. Sorry. I just know your names from articles, shows, and such. Eddie never calls us." I cross my arms over my chest and all the guys look to Eddie who is now looking down at the floor. I sort of feel bad about my snarky comment but it is just the tip of the iceberg. He was my best friend. I am in love with- I was in love with him. And he never even called. Of course, he didn't know I loved him, but still. We were best friends.

"I-" Eddie starts and I wave my hand.

"I'm just joking." I smile and nudge Eddie who looks at me with big brown sad eyes. "Seriously. Don't cry, Munson. It was a joke. You used to like those." I giggle and the others join in but Eddie continues to stare at me. "Uh, do you guys want something to eat?" I ask softly. All the band members say yes but Eddie releases a resounding no. "It's no trouble, Eddie. Also if you wanted to, our mother is out on a business trip this month so we have two spare bedrooms. If you all don't wanna cram into Eddie's trailer." I smile trying to make up for my earlier comment. All their eyes light up but Eddie stares at me with his mouth open.

"Homecooked food and a bed rather than a floor. I'm in heaven." Sailor smiles at me and I politely return the favor.

"I love this girl, Munson!" Taylor cracks a goofy smile and winks at me. I laugh a bit.

"No. No. NO." Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands around. "We can impose like this." Eddie glares at the band for accepting. I grab his shoulder and rub it just like I used to do in high school to calm him down. He looks down at me and smiles softly.

"It's no imposing. I offered. And I know Dustin and I would love to have you here while you're in town." Now all of that was true. I wanted to spend every possible second with him. Even if it would break my heart worse when he leaves again. "How long are y'all here?" I ask the band and they smirk.

"Only a week or two." Taylor nods.

"Yeah, just a nice getaway from all the tabloids and shit." Devin sighs. "Oh shit. Should I not cuss in his presence?" He points to Dustin. I look at Dustin and we both break out into laughter.

"Nah, you're good. I curse more than my sister does." Dustin grins.

"Alright well. You can park behind Eddie's van in the drive and then offload and I'll show you to the rooms." I smile. "I'll start dinner. Dustin help them." I nod as the band smiles and walks out to get their stuff with Dustin in tow.

I turn to head into the kitchen mostly to catch the breath that was knocked out of me as soon as I saw Eddie. I feel cool rings wrap around my upper arm and I look to face Eddie. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"I wanted- I know that I should've... I should've called, Indie. I'm sorry." Eddie stares down at me intensely.

"Eddie, it's fine. You're a big rockstar with a hoard of groupies. I'm sure it's hard to remember the small shit town of Hawkins, Indiana." I smile, afraid that I may start crying.

"I didn't forget about-"

"Eddie! You can stay in my room!" Since there are only two empty bedrooms. That makes the most sense." Dustin mumbles from under a large box of records. I laugh at him as he has obviously started to unpack Eddie's van without him. I packed that box when he left.

"Hey! I'm not moving in, Gremlin!" Eddie lets go of my hand and grabs the box from Dustin. "Only grab my suitcases-"

I use this time to escape into the kitchen. I lean against the counter and feel the pit in my stomach twist and lurch. I feel like I'm going to throw up. The love of my life is staying at my house for maybe two weeks after almost a year of no contact. I hear the boys shuffling around and unpacking which pulls me back to reality.

That's right. Dinner. I have to cook dinner. Fuck. Do we even have food in the house for seven people?

"I invited Steve and Robin! To Dinner! You should invite Chrissy!" Dustin shouts from the hall where one of the landlines is.

"Chrissy Cunningham?" Eddie's voice startles me as I look for a pan.

"Shit." I stand up and hit my head on an open cabinet "Ouchie." I groan and look at Eddie who is already almost on top of me.

"Shit. Are you okay?" He grabs my face and pulls me in to look at the top of my head.

"I'm okay. It's just a bump." I chuckle and pull away. The heat from his skin was enough to burn the feeling of him into my skin for an entirety.

"Oh. sorry." He mumbles and steps away. God. It's like we don't even know each other anymore. This is so awkward.

"Uh, Yea. Cunningham. She and I became friends at Hawkins Community College." I hum as I pull beef cubes from the fridge. "She's really sweet actually." I smile at Eddie who is leaning against the counter and staring over at me.

"Hm. She still dating Jason?" My heart drops.

"Uh, no," I whisper before moving past Eddie into the hall. "Any dietary restrictions?" I shout throughout the house.

"I hate lima beans!"

"I can't have dairy!"

"Nope!"

"Pickles. I hate pickles." Taylor says as he walks past me to the front door to retrieve more things.

"Mkay. Beef stew it is." I say mostly to myself and get a big pot out from under the counter. When I stand up this time I hit a dull surface rather than the sharp edge from earlier. I look to see Eddie's hand wrapped around the corner of the cabinet door I hit earlier.

"You didn't close the door, dork." he huffs and removes his hand from the cabinet, and smirks at me.

"Oh, thank you," I say softly as I close the door.

"Mhm. Need any help?" I glance over my shoulder at him and shake my head.

"Nope." I sigh as I begin to take out carrots and celery. I set them on the counter and grab a cutting board. I wash off the carrots and celery, placing them on the cutting board. Shit. Chrissy. "Dustin! Call Chrissy! See if she can come!"

"OKAY!" Dustin shouts from somewhere in the house. The whole time I'm cutting the veggies I am hyperaware of Eddie's presence. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up again.

"I should've called." He whispers. I turn to look at him and find him staring at me. "No matter how busy I was, or how busy I am. I should've called you." His voice is low and wavers a few times. I stop chopping and scrape the veggies into the pot. I grab the pot and fill it with water and set the stove high enough to eventually boil the veggies. when that's done I set my eyes on Eddie again. Still having no idea how to respond. So I say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"Yeah, yeah, you really should have." I sigh and push the hair out of my face. His eyes meet mine and he looks truly disappointed in himself. "Dustin really missed you. A call or two would've been nice. You mean so much to him." I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the counter across from Eddie.

"And you?" He asks almost immediately.

"What about me?" I ask dumbly, just trying to avoid any feelings I still harbor for Eddie.

"Would you have liked me to call, to talk to you? Not Dustin." His face is scrunched so tight I'm afraid something may be burning. I glance at the veggies and then back to Eddie.

"I... I didn't want you to leave. I'm glad you did. I'm glad your dreams came true. I'm glad you got everything you ever wanted, Eddie, I really am. So don't mistake me when I say I wanted you to stay in Hawkins as something evil and resentful. Please. I just- I wanted you to stay here. I didn't want to have to miss you. So, yes, a call or two would have been nice. To hear from you in a letter would have been fine. Anything. Just a hello. To know you still care about your loser friends back in Hawkins." I force a small laugh at the last part. Eddie stays silent for a moment as he stares at me while I fight back any tears threatening to spill.

"Indie... of course, I still-"

"Party's on bitches!" I hear Steve's voice echo from the living room.

"Where's the man of honor?" Robin chuckles.

"Your fans are waiting, rockstar." I turn to continue cooking. My back facing Eddie, I listen for his footsteps to leave the kitchen. I break down. Tears fall like waterfalls down my cheeks.

I hate that the love I have for him didn't fade even a little in his absence. I'm still just as in love with him as I was the day he left. My heart aches in my chest when I feel a small hand on my back. I jump and wipe my face before turning around to see Chrissy. I nearly start sobbing again out of relief.

"Dustin told me over the phone and I broke like all the traffic laws to get here as soon as possible. I figured you'd be... upset." Chrissy's voice is light and gentle as she pulls me into a hug.

"Very upset," I confirm as I hide my face in her shoulder. She rubs her hand up and down my back slowly as everyone else laughs and goofs around in the living room. I hear introduction happening, band stories beginning, Eddie. His voice so clear to me.

"Come on. I'll help you finish making dinner for this small basketball team." Chrissy giggles. "Beef stew?" She asks and I nod as she moves to turn the water down and check the veggies.

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"Wow. This is... this is amazing!" Devin mumbles through his mouthful of food.

"Thanks," I smile, "Chrissy helped a lot though." I nod towards Chrissy who is seated right next to me.

"Nah. It was mostly, Indie." Chrissy laughs and continues to eat. Conversations flow throughout dinner.

The band tells embarrassing stories about Eddie and their tours. I stare down into my food listening to the secondhand accounts of Eddie's life. A life I used to know so well, better than my own. "Oh! And then we totally walked in on Eddie getting it on with a groupie! Like. GOING. AT. IT." Sailor chuckles nudging Devin. "Right Dev?"

"Oh yea! Shit was wild."

"Guys. Stop. They don't want to hear about my sex life." Eddie mumbles into his fork.

"Who here objects to all the embarrassing Eddie hookup stories?" Sailor asks with a smirk. No one object so he dives into another one while Eddie hides his face in his hands. I feel Chrissy's hand on my shoulder and I look over at her. The sympathy on her face was painful. It showed how broken I must look. I look down at the table as Sailor talks about Eddie making out with some chick in the crowd.

"I just realized we have no desert," I mumble and look up at everyone. They all look at me and smile sweetly. Everyone says it's okay and to not worry about it, but I'm looking for any excuse to get the fuck out of here. "No, no. I'll run and get something!" I force a big smile. "It's your vacation right guys?" The band all smiles at me sweetly.

"So you're like an angel or something?" Gates says in a fake dreamy voice.

"Or something." I wink at them. "Any requests?"

"Oooo chocolate cake if you can find any?" Sailor hums and winks at me. I smile and pick my plate up off the table. Robin and Steve try to catch my attention but I ignore them. They also know about my crush on Eddie, well, I suppose it's more than just a crush now. They, just like Chrissy must be able to tell that I am trying to escape.

"I'll look!" I walk into the kitchen and set my plate down on the counter. As I walk past the table again I get shouts of thank yous and love yous and you're the bests. I laugh a bit but then Eddie speaks up.

"I'll come," he says definitively. "I gotta pick stuff up from the trailer so I'll drive and we can stop there."

"Uh, or I could go with Indie, and you could just go to your trailer," I turn at Chrissy's sweet voice trying to save me. Eddie chuckles and grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and walks toward me.

"I think we're good." He smiles politely and Chrissy looks at me frantically. I nod at her and walk out the door heading towards Eddie's van. A more than familiar sight.

It's silent in the van on the way to Eddie's trailer. I watch the sun as it continues to set and I try to find comfort in the familiar smell of his van but it only hurts my chest more. Eddie turns his music up a bit to fill the silence, at least some things are still the same. As we pull up to the trailer Uncle Wayne is sitting outside smoking a cigarette. Both Eddie and I hop out once he kills the ignition. Wayne basically runs to his nephew and throws his arms around him. Bringing him into a tight hug.

"Gosh. Kiddo. Where have you been?!" Wayne pulls back and laughs. "Everywhere." He answers his own question. Eddie laughs and squeezes his uncle's shoulder.

"No kidding." Eddie glances back at me, "Uncle you remember Indie, right?" Wayne gives Eddie a strange look and Eddie frowns.

"Kiddo. Indie comes over every Friday to watch wheel of fortune." Wayne chuckles and walks over to hug me. I fall into his fatherly arms for a hug. When we part Wayne continues. "She's never missed a Friday. Ever. She's always here and always on time." Wayne smiles proudly at me and I laugh. "She even cooks lunches for me now that I'm working the day shifts."

"Oh?" Eddie smiles at his uncle and glances at me.

"Mhm. Someone's gotta take care of this old man," he mumbles and waves us inside. Eddie holds the door and allows me to go in first and once inside I lean against the counter as Wayne pulls out a pitcher of sweet tea I made him last Friday.

"You're running low. Do you want me to make some more?" I ask softly and Wayne's eyes widen.

"Oh absolutely!" He sets the jug down and grabs three random mugs off the counter, one of them being one I got him from one of Eddie's shows. The Chicago show. That was quite the weekend trip with Chrissy. I smile thinking back on it. "Eddie. Indie's sweet tea is the best drink you'll ever have." Wayne pours all three of us a mug and hands them out.

"Oh, did you like that pasta I tried the other day?" I ask as Wayne leans against the fridge. He hums in response.

"Good. A little spicy. But put a nice tang in my mouth." He chuckles.

"Okay. I'll tone down the spice next time and you'll have to let me know if it's better." I chuckle and take a sip of tea. For a second I forget about Eddie being here. It truly just feels like a wheel of fortune night.

"Um, how did you get this?" Eddie questions looking at his mug. He meets his uncle's eyes with questioning ones. Wayne looks at me and smiles.

"Did you two just reunite? Good lord. It's like you're living on two different planets." Wayne chuckles and points to me. "Indie got it from your, uh, Chicago right," I nod, "Yeah, your Chicago show." Wayne's words make Eddie whip his head to look at me.

"You came to a show? My show?" He mumbles softly.

I shrug, "Yeah, a few, whenever I could afford it or had the time to go. Uh, didn't you say you needed to grab some things? We still need to go pick up desert before the store closes." I answer quickly and calmly trying to avoid the interrogation I could feel coming on. Wayne frowns at me. He's known I've liked Eddie ever since we were ten. He's still hopeful, but, after the stories that were told tonight, it doesn't seem likely. Not that it even seemed likely before Eddie left if I'm being honest with myself.

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie sets his mug down and heads to his room in the back of the trailer. My heart drops when I remember that sometimes Uncle Wayne would let me stay in Eddie's room if it was super late or if I wanted space.

"Shit," I mumble and set my mug down. I hear Wayne chuckle to himself as I rush to the room and find Eddie looking around at my papers and clothes everywhere. He turns to me when he hears me step on the creaky floorboard in his doorway. "Uh, sorry. Sometimes I say here on Friday nights if it's late or uh, if I need a study space or something." I frantically begin to pick up my clothes off the floor and stack my papers that are filled with poems and letters that I never sent. I turn to face Eddie with a pile of papers in my hand and he frowns.

"You stay here?" He mumbles.

"Yes. But I promise I only touched your acoustic once. And it was simply to move it." I sigh and set the paper on his old desk that he rarely used. I force a small laugh when silence begins to fill the room.

"You... You sleep here?" He asks slowly as I turn to face him. I tilt my head and knit my brows together.

"Yeah, do you want me to... not do that?" I ask feeling a little confused and flustered.

"Nonono. That's- Sorry, that's not what I meant I just... I guess I'm getting flashbacks to hanging out in here, with you. Sleeping in my bed on late nights, or talking at the ceiling right next to one another." He smiles at me and I feel a blush begin to heat up my face.

"Um, yeah, those were the days." I laugh and pick up my pile of clothes tossing them into the corner. "Sorry. It's so... messy." I look down at my feet when I hear Eddie step closer. I look up to meet his gaze and he places his hand on top of my hand and lets it slide down the side of my hair and pauses at my face.

"Stop apologizing, love." He smiles and moves to grab some of his things. Completely unaware of the sudden breathing problem I am experiencing.

"Right." I sigh and quickly exit the room. When I get back in the kitchen with Wayne he smirks at me.

"Confessed yet?"

"Wayne," I warn softly. He shrugs and chuckles to himself.

"Now would be the time, Indie. You waited last time and look where that got you."

"Wayne, please. I don't even know him like that anymore." I huff and push my hair from my face trying to remove the tingle of his touch.

"Yet, your feelings remain unchanged, no?" He smirks.

"You're just like your nephew." I huff and grab my tea again. He hums as if he is thinking. Before he can say anything else I cut in softly again, barely even a whisper. "Besides. Super famous, wanted by everyone, rockstar, Eddie Munson would never want me like I want him. My chance has long passed." As I finish I hear Eddie drop something in his room.

"Fuck." He scoffs as he pushes his door open and heads towards the kitchen. "Damn box is so flimsy." He mumbles to both of us.

"What is in it?" Wayne questions.

"Uh, some old photos and stuff I want to take on the rest of the tour." Eddie smiles and my heart skips several beats. He looks at me and his eyes sparkle a bit. "I'm ready when you are." He hums.

"Hold on. Wayne, where that pot?" Wayne points to the cabinet under the sink. I quickly whip it out and light the stove. I fill the pot with water and grab three four tea bags from the counter. "Okay let this boil. not simmer, boil, but not boil over, for about 20 minutes. Then let it cool a little bit while it's still warm put three and a half cups of sugar, then toss some lemon slices in there. And you're all set. But remember the pitcher is plastic and will melt if you put the hot tea in there. So after the sugar let it cool. And don't put ice in the pitcher. It'll water it down." I give Wayne instructions and then place a quick kiss on his cheek. "Okay?"

"What would I do without you?" Wayne covers his heart and chuckles.

"Probably shrivel up and die of thirst or hunger." I giggle. Wayne nods in agreement and gives me a big hug then he maneuvers around the box Eddie is holding to hug him.

"I'll come back later this week," Eddie assures his uncle as they break their embrace.

"You should come with Indie on Wednesday. It's the trailer park cookout." Wayne winks at us. I roll my eyes and head towards the door with Eddie close behind.

"Love ya, Wayne," I giggle as I exit the trailer.

"Love you, sweetheart." He hums, "Be nice to her, kiddo." He tells Eddie before the trailer door closes.

In the van, silence takes over again. Music blasting as we pull into the supermarket lot. Eddie turns off the radio and turns to look at me, the van still running. I look over at him and frown in confusion.

"You okay?" I ask, tilting my head.

"No." He sighs. "I'm not okay. I ran away." He rubs his hands over his face before meeting my gaze.

"I thought that if I got far enough away. All the things here, all my feelings tied to this place, I thought they would disappear. But they haven't." I watch as tears swell in his eyes. I quickly grab his hands and wrap them in mine.

"Eddie. You weren't running away if you were chasing your dreams." I smile at him and that's when the dam breaks. Tears stream down his face and he brings my hands to his face. "Eds. Please. Please don't cry. You escaped Hawkins. Do you know how talented you have to be to do that? How determined?" I gently pull my hands from his to push his tear-damp hair off his cheeks. "I'm proud of you, Eddie." I smile at him as he stares over at me. "You did what we always wanted to do. Leave. Being a super famous rockstar is just a plus." I giggle and he shakes his head.

"Stop that." He grabs my hands and holds them against his cheeks again. "Stop saying that. I'm not a rockstar. I'm just Eddie." I want to agree with him but I don't.

"That's not true." His eyes widen in fear. "You're not Eddie anymore. You're... different now." I hum softly. "It's not a bad thing. People change. I mean, we changed." He shakes his head and tears threaten to spill again.

"No. No, I'm the same, Eddie. I feel the same as when I left, I am the same. You-"

"My Eddie never would have disappeared. You're not the same." I pull away from him and open the door to the van. "I'm gonna run inside and get a few deserts. Stay here and calm down. I don't want this to be how we spend the week-"

"Two weeks." He huffs.

"Maybe," I counter.

"Indie, please, I want to tell you everything." He cries as I jump out of the van.

"Eddie. Stop it. Please. I've heard enough of your hookups, happy band memories, and reasons why you left me all alone! Just stop it! Please." I turn to him with tears running down my face and he gasps a bit. "Eddie. Please stop crying. It's making me sad." I wipe my face and rush inside the supermarket.

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Okay! That's part one. I'm kinda in love with this story. Hope y'all enjoy.

Peace and Love, Babes!

Read part two

[nokwisi]

Hey, I just saw what you wrote with the botanist idea and was wondering if you would want to try something similar with a songwriter S/O, obviously not like immediately or like at all if you don’t want to, I feel kinda bad just like making a request like this right after that one

hello, don't feel bad at all, anon! I really enjoyed writing the botanist drabble, and I enjoyed this just as much! and just like with the prior, this is written off the top of my head. admittedly, I may have veered a bit off track...🙈 I hope you like it! [fluff, light nsfw, like a teeny little sprinkle, because ✨seasoning✨]

You craft words with an elegance and ease that is surely something of magic, as though the arcane sits on the tip of your tongue; gracing each little hum, each softly spoken lyric with a flourish of otherworldly grace.

Viktor could listen to your fragments all day, little pieces of a whole, and sometimes, he catches himself trying to fit them together in his own head, murmuring them under his breath as he works. He looks at them in terms of variables and equations—which phrase best fits where, slotting them together by way of logical progression.

Admittedly, the finished product is far from melodic.

You are a songwriter; he never truly appreciated the art before you, and a part of him feels guilty for it. It is something of an innate talent, he has decided, because no matter which angle he looks at it, he can never seem to find the niche you so gracefully fall into. It's as though you were born to string words together; and you do so with all the fluidity of a silk ribbon slicing through the air.

"It's not a math equation." You giggle, and even your laugh is melodic, seeping through the cracks of his concentration, alluring like beauty in sound. "You just...feel it."

Viktor sits on the edge of your bed, his attention flicking between the papers he holds in either hand, before promptly dropping them to his lap. He's mindful not to crinkle the parchment, and scattered across your bed are pages upon pages of scrawled words. Flowery and poetic, sharp and poignant, disjointed and choppy. You haven't put them together yet, and Viktor had decided he wished to try.

How very arrogant of him, he thinks.

"Feel it?" He echoes, incredulously. You resist the urge to smooth out the pinch between his furrowed brows. "How does one feel writing?"

With a gentle sigh and a shake of your head, you pluck one of the papers from him. It's torn right from your journal; both sides littered with ink that radiates with feeling. Viktor leans in, as though seeing from your perspective would illuminate the answers he seeks.

"Don't think of it as writing then." You muse, a fond smile pulling at your lips as you skim over the lyrics. "Think of it as a song already, one you're familiar with. Like...tasting something you've had before."

Viktor quirks a brow, visibly amused, "would you demonstrate, for me?"

You indulge him, starting with a hum. That gentle noise catches in your throat, carrying into wistfully sung lyrics that you build as you go. Viktor can't help but search for the patterns in your cadence; the structure he knows is there, but can never seem to decipher. He slants his gaze from the paper in your hand, to your face.

He fixates on your mouth, and you're acutely aware of the way he's looking at you. A bit like a conundrum, as though you're an equation he is trying to unravel, but somewhere along the way his amber eyes soften; like he's been put under a siren-spell. It makes your stomach flip, a gentle blush blooming across your cheeks.

Your voice wanes down to a whisper, before the melody dissolves on your tongue entirely. You're left feeling bashful and shy under his unwavering look. "Like...that."

The faintest hint of a smile curves his lips, "you said to, hmm...taste the lyrics?"

Then, he reaches up to gently cradle your chin between his fingers. Paired with the mischievous glint in his eyes, it makes a wild, excited shiver stipple across your skin.

"Y-Yeah, but—"

His thumb sweeps across your lower lip; your brain stalls, and you exhale with a shudder, absently crinkling the page in your hand—ensnared within the cage of his attention like his own little songbird.

"Perhaps, if I make you sing a song I am familiar with, I will taste it, hm?"

Viktor resolves to the only feeling of lyrics he experiences being that of the papers on your bed, prickling against his bare skin; and the pitched litany of his name on your lips—a melody he knows quite well.

[volleychumps]

AAAAAAAAAH REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😭😂 AHEM hello!!! welcome back btw 😊 tumblr is not the same without youuu but i'd like to request a bestfriend au with tsukki, kuroo, and iwa where the reader was asked to give a love letter to them but the reader was hesitant to pass it and the boys found out about it? hehe please make it fluffy to mend my broken heart 🙏🥺

but if it's too much, don't hesitate to ignore it, love 😊

« Crossing Boundaries.

- the one in which you’re asked to pass on a love letter to your best friend, but what’s stopping you? Why does it...hurt?

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Iwaizumi

WHO TF BROKE YOUR HEART take mine instead

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Tsukishima

“So...you’ll give it to him?”

You glance at the outstretched letter in the girl’s hand, shouldering your bag with a tilt of your head. Who was this girl again? 

“Um...” 

“You’re Tsukishima-Kun’s best friend!” She blurts, startling you slightly as your eyes widen a fraction. “I...want him to go out with me. You’re just so easy to approach, Y/N-chan!” 

Jaw slacking, you watch as she deeply bows before skittering off with a bright hue to her cheeks, a hopeful glint in her eyes as you glance down at the carefully sealed letter in your hand. No doubt were her feelings sealed in the contents of this letter, it wouldn’t be a big deal to be the messenger, right?

The sudden sick feeling in your stomach was nothing, right?

“Oi. I know I said you were scatterbrained, but did you seriously not realize classes ended for the day?” 

You flinch at the feeling of Tsukishima pinching your cheek to catch your attention, staring down at you increduously as you find a wobbly grin taking place, your hands automatically opening your bag. 

“Is my amazing best friend actually offering to walk me home?” You feign shock as Tsukishima rolls his eyes.

“Who said that? Buy me snacks, get a move on.” The blonde scoffs, jutting his chin in the direction of the door before you swallow back the tightness in your throat. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” 

You zip up your bag, noting that it felt a little heavier than before. Tsukishima picks up on your silence on the walk to the convenience store, noting that you seemed a little down. He nudges your side as you stare blankly off into the onigiri aisle, tilting his head in a silent question.

“Eh? Uh, just grab whatever. I’m not even hungry.” 

“Since when?” Tsukishima retorts, easily grabbing an extra bun and your favorite canned fruit juice along with his snacks before ringing them up, leaving you behind. 

Would he do this with that girl if they started dating? 

“Ah, I thought I was buying.” 

“Get that pout off your face and eat.” Tsukishima leans against the glass windows of the convenience store, unwrapping your bun for you before shoving it in your direction. “What’s with you?” 

You scoff playfully, nibbling the soft bread. “As if you care.” 

“You’re right. I don’t.”

Tsukishima smirks into his meat bun as you glare in his direction, content with the quietness of your friendship that was built on playful insults and each other’s presence. 

Your fingers twitched as the meat bun lowered in one of your hands, the other fiddling with the zipper on your bag. 

Who were you to stop him from potential happiness? 

“Here.” 

Tsukishima glances down at the letter, brown eyes widening a little bit. 

“This from you?” 

You take a big bite out of your bun, knowing that the foreign hurt you felt in your stomach would arise again if you answered his question. 

“Is this why you were acting so weird earlier?” He prompts another question as you swallow your mouthful, examining the unopened letter. 

“You should’ve just told me, idiot.” 

It hurts to look at him. It sounds like he’s fighting to keep his amusement out of his voice. 

“I know.” You crumple your wrapper, refusing to look in his direction. The corners of your lips are forcibly turned upwards as you feel Tsukishima staring at you seriously. 

“Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Your voice sounds small, and Tsukishima’s scoff made your heart fall into your stomach. 

“Well, duh.” 

You knew it. 

“People who date aren’t friends. I accept your confession, stupid. Stop looking so sad.” 

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at his words. Realization melts into your gaze as it darts from the pink tinge of hid ears to to the unopened letter. He hadn’t even read the contents of it. 

“Kei. I didn’t write that letter.” 

The silence that settles between the two of you is borderline unbearable. Tsukishima rips the letter open, eyes skimming it’s contents before his jaw clenches. 

“I see that now.” 

“Ha...sorry.” You mumble awkwardly, heat brimming your cheeks as your best friend pockets the letter, making your heart sink further. 

“Might as well accept, huh?” 

“R-really?” 

“Is she cute?” Tsukishima throws his trash away as he walks ahead of you, leaving you to trail after him as you stare at his back as you do so, nails biting into your palms. 

“Do I know her? Do you know her?” He stops walking, and you bump into his back. The tall blonde doesn’t look back at you, the colorful sky of the setting sun acting as a background for his tall figure. 

“Why were you so hesitant in giving me her letter?” 

Tsukishima’s irritation finally boils over at your continued silence, finally glancing back at you only for his brown irises to widen. One more question. Perhaps the most important one. 

“Why are you crying?” 

You hastily wipe at the tears as your best friend faces you fully, his grip on the strap of his bag loosening so his arm falls down at his side. His arm is hesitant as it raises, hand carefully cupping your face as his thumb brushes your tears to the side. 

“I-I don’t know-!” You hiccup. Why did it feel like you were losing something that was standing right in front of you? 

“Y/N.” One careful motion has Tsukishima’s hand lifting your face to meet his usually stoic eyes. 

“Do you like me?” 

“Do I?” Your response is hushed, making Tsukishima scoff, his other hand reaching out to grab your waist on the empty sidewalk. 

“Only one way to find out, dumbass.” 

His lips are on yours before you can hiccup another response, and your hand wraps around his wrist that’s cupping your face as your heart seems to finally relax. 

“So?” Tsukishima murmurs, lips still grazing yours when he pulls back slightly. 

Ah. He made the pain stop. 

“I don’t know. I think you need to do it again.” 

“You’re an idiot.” The blonde is smirking now, tugging you closer. 

“So you don’t want to?” You ask innocently as Tsukishima throws a crumpled ball of paper behind him. He looks at you in annoyance, but his eyes hold something else as he grips your chin. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth. Especially since you made a fool of me earlier.” 

“I never said it was from me!” 

“Do you want me to kiss you again, or not?” 

Kuroo

“If you would, I’d be so grateful!” 

“Ah, wait-!” 

You sigh as the unknown girl blends into the crowd at the volleyball match, making you hang your head and sigh as the sound of your name makes you perk up from within the stands. 

“Y/N-chaaaan, you’re here to see me!” 

“Lies.” 

“Hi Lev! You did so well out there!” You wave at your much taller underclassman, ignoring your best friend before yelping a little when Lev glomps you like a little kid. Your best friend’s stare from over his teammates shoulder is unamused as Kuroo grabs the back of Lev’s shirt. 

“Y/N’s here to give me a ride home. Get your own best friend, kid.” 

“You have Kenma!” 

“No he doesn’t.” Kenma pops up on your other side, and you withhold a giggle as Kuroo rolls his eyes, quite literally plucking you up from the crowding of his teammates by the waist. You sweatdrop when he flings you over his shoulder, whistling as the raven-haired captain carries you over to the exit.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.” 

“I make no such promises.” 

“Kuroo-senpai, it’s okay to be jealous!” An irritated heat fills your cheeks as Kenma and Lev get farther away, the latter offering two large thumbs up. 

“Awh, listen to your underclassman.” You tease, and Kuroo easily shuffles around in your purse to get your keys as you suddenly still. Would he find the note that his fan had given you? 

...wait. Why did you think that was a bad thing? 

“Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to drive?” 

“You could just ride home on the bus with your teammates like a normal person.” You quip as Kuroo carefully sets you down before unlocking your car, opening the door for you as you roll your eyes and get in. 

“If I did, would you still come to my games, sweetheart?” The captain’s cat-like smile was easy as he rests his forearm atop your car door, tilting his head in amusement. 

“Don’t call me that.” Heat never fails to swirl in your cheeks at Kuroo’s flirtatious nature before he snickers, closing your door before reminding you to watch out for your legs. 

“By the way, what was with the letter in your bag?” 

Your chest sinks. 

“None of your business.”  You blink, the words slipping out automatically before Kuroo shrugs, putting your car into motion. Questions flitted around your head as to why, Kuroo’s speaking of his volleyball match acting as background noise. 

“...Kitten, are you even listening to me?” 

“Yep. I love serves. Go team.” 

Kuroo smirks, keeping his eyes on the road with his forearm bent in a relaxed manner resting on top of your seat. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

“How your teammates are cuter than you.” 

“Ow.” 

You laugh, but there’s weight to it. Biting your lip, guilt swimming in your stomach for even considering not giving it to him. Hastily, you reach out to put the letter in the compartment on his dashboard. 

“What’s that?” Kuroo’s feral eyes glance at the paper before flitting back to the road, and you look out the window with a strained smile.

“Yours. A girl at the match wanted me to give it to you.” 

You wait for the cocky retort and barrage of questions as to who, but it doesn’t come. Eyebrow quirking at his silence, you glance at your best friend to see his jaw had clenched, grip on the steering wheel tightening. 

“Kuroo-?” You blink when he swerves into the next gas station, the lot mostly empty save for a few patrons buying cigarettes. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused as he stares at the paper sitting on his dashboard. 

“You said it was none of my business.” 

“And...?” you urge him to continue. “I obviously didn’t-” 

“Y/N, did you not want to give me her letter?” 

When did his tone get so serious? 

You felt like a deer in the headlights. Curse him for being so smart. 

“H-Huh? You’re overthinking things...” You force out a scoff, looking out your window again to see that the rest of the patrons had left. 

“In that case...” Kuroo mumbles as you see from his peripheral vision grab the letter. 

“Do you have to read it now?” The question tumbles from your lips before you realize it, completely oblivious to the hurt that shone over your eyes as Kuroo notices immediately. 

“I’m going to say yes.” 

Your jaw slackens before you quickly pull yourself together. What was with you? 

“Y-You don’t even know who...” Your lips were trembling as Kuroo locked eyes with you seriously, but you steadied your breathing quickly before a smile takes place. 

“I’m happy for you.” 

“Dammit, Y/N-” Kuroo’s voice was near a growl as he unbuckled his seatbelt, capturing your lips with his as his hand rests on the back of your neck, tugging you towards him. You gasp into the unexpected kiss, shocked at the fact that you liked it. 

Breathless, his chest rises as he catches his breath when he pulls back, the captain’s eyes brimmed with annoyance as you meet his gaze with a dumbfounded one. 

“I hand you all the chances in the damn world on a silver platter, and I kiss you first? In a gas station parking lot? Damn, Kenma was right. I am a wuss.” 

“W-Wha...” You blink once, then twice before Kuroo’s thumb grazes your bottom lip. 

“I’m gonna kiss you again if you don’t reply in three seconds. I’m about to internally combust.” 

A smile stretches over your lips slowly, and that’s enough for the dark-haired captain to kiss you with a fervor unknown, as if he had been holding himself back this whole time-

the folded letter laying forgotten on the dashboard. 

Iwaizumi

“This close.” You pinch your fingers together as Hanamaki and Matsukawa look down at you in amusement. “This close to beating up your captain because his stupid fangirls give me his stupid fucking confessions to give to him because the girls at our school lack the balls to do it.” 

“It can’t all be that bad.” Hanamaki muses as you hand him a certain one, the tall boy skimming the letter before his nose gushes out blood. 

“Did...did you just get a nosebleed-” 

"It’s rude to read a person’s mail!” Oikawa pipes up, snatching the letter from Hanamaki before pouting in your direction. 

“It’s okay, they’re anonymous. Gotta make sure their not death threats.” You give the captain finger guns, and he gasps in shock in response. 

“Who would want to wish death upon a face this pretty?” 

“Iwaizumi.” Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s responses are immediate, and you stifle a laugh as Oikawa immediately sulks. Your best friend was in the locker room for a post-practice shower, not present to confirm nor deny that statement. 

“Oh! Speaking of Iwa-chan, there’s a letter for him in here too.” 

Huh?

“Ah. I forgot he’s a little popular too.” Matsukawa hums, snatching the letter out of Oikawa’s pile and putting it on your face. “Here.” 

“And what do you expect me to do with this?” You swat Matsukawa’s hand away, a frown settling on your lips that doesn’t go unnoticed by Makki. 

“Ooh, is our cute little manager jealous?” 

“What are you, six?” 

“Is she getting defensive, Makki?” 

“I think she is, Matsukawa.” 

“Stop.” You groan, shooing the third years away as the pair of friends oblige, chuckling among themselves while leaving you with Oikawa. 

“Y/N...do you like Iwa-chan?” 

“We’re best friends.” 

“That didn’t answer my question.” Oikawa was oddly serious, seeming to desperately want the answer out of you as you tilt your head in confusion as he steps closer to you. 

“What-?” 

“The truth is, Iwa-chan-” 

“Oi. Are you talking about me?” 

Oikawa claps his hand over his mouth, Iwaizumi glaring at his childhood friend before shaking his head no quickly. 

“Would you look at the time!” Oikawa peers at his nonexistent watch as Iwaizumi huffs through his nose, peering down at you next as you bite the inside of your cheek. On instinct, you had hidden the letter in your hand behind your back. 

“What’s with you?” Iwaizumi questions, taking the towel slung over your shoulder to wipe at the nape of his neck. “Did that piece of shit say something weird to you?” 

“That piece of shit is our friend.” 

“Sadly.” Iwa’s response is immediate, and you giggle, making his features soften a little bit. “So did he?” 

“Is there a dirty little secret I don’t know about?” You muse, crossing your arms as Iwa’s movements to dry the back of his neck seem to still momentarily. 

“Nope.” 

“Hm. Unconvincing.” 

“What’s that behind your back?” The spiker changes the subject, and your mouth suddenly goes dry as the door sliding open steals both of your attention. Matsukawa smirked at you as Hanamaki flashed you a thumbs up as they left, Oikawa winking before taking his leave as well. 

“We should get going too.” You awkwardly sidestep away, hesitation in your movement as Iwaizumi tilts his head in thought. 

“Right, but first-” 

You yelp, Iwaizumi faster than you as he pulls you by the shoulder, your back hitting his chest comfortably as his hand easily slips the letter out of your grasp. 

“What’s this?” 

Dammit. 

“Oh um, a letter for you.”

Dammit. Dammit.

“Did you write it?” 

Why do you feel so unsettled? 

“N-No...” 

Iwaizumi blinks, opening up the letter to skim its’ contents before you try to make a quiet escape. You don’t come out victorious, Iwa easily catching your collar as mid-sentence to corrupt your plans. 

It’s quiet when he finishes reading it, and he crumples it up before shoving it in his pocket. 

“Who’s the lucky girl? Do you know her?” 

Your best friend ignores your upbeat tone, glancing at you with his hand shoved in his pocket. 

“...why were you hiding it?” 

“Hm?” 

He begins to move towards you. 

“Did you...not like me receiving a confession?” 

“What are you talking about?” You move backwards with every step he takes forward, nervously avoiding his dark eyes as your back finally hits the wall. 

“I didn’t even know it was a confession...” You ramble, and Iwa’s hand reaches out to touch the wall besides your waist, making your heart skip a beat. His stare was captivating, making your legs weak. 

Since when did your best friend have such an effect on you? 

“Iwa.” Your voice was near a whimper, making the dark-haired spiker wrap his arm around your waist, large hand resting on the small of your back. He seems uncertain with his movements, jaw clenched and forehead creased. 

“Y/N.” Your noses were brushing now. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to ruin our friendship?”

You stare at him in disbelief, finding your head shaking the slightest bit no-

and that’s all it takes for him to close the distance. 

His large hand entangles in your hair, holding you closer to him as he kisses you deeply, yet gently. Your arms tremble as they wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you as you feel his lips softly turn upwards against yours. 

Both of your breathing is heavy when you break the moment, heart beating out of your chest. 

“Um, so what’s your answer to the confession-” 

“Shut up.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, smirking when you giggle into the next kiss he presses on your lips. 

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LMAO RIP to the girls who wrote those confession letters in the first place, but they don’t exist don’t feel too guilty y’all <3

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[pussy-potions]

𝔃𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭

nsfw pornstar! jeonhan

word count: 4.3k

warnings: masturbation, oral, face sitting, car sex, ass praise, some degrading name calling, fake taxi trope so if things move super fast you’ll know why lol. Not sure if I missed anything else cuz I continued this at 2 am but here we go

original post date: april 1 2020

Stepping into the large yellow taxi-van, you smiled at your driver. “Hello, could you take me to this address?” You showed him a slip of paper with an address on it, his face softened by the smile on his face.

“Sure thing, doll face. My name’s Jeonghan. Mind telling me what yours is?”

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” Jeonghan stuck his hand back and you reached out to shake his hand.

“Like wise, doll face.”

He started up the car and drove off down the road. You sat back and crossed your right leg over the other, your hands in your lap to fiddle with the hem of your skirt. You looked around the back of the cab, your eyes occasionally drifting back to Jeonghan’s profile when he’d look at either side of the road before taking a turn.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing heading to a place like that in the country side?”

“I bought a small cottage a little while ago and I’m going back for some house warming celebration before the summer starts and I stay there for a while.”

“Must be a really nice place this time of the year and I’m sure that a house warming would make the place feel much better.” You caught Jeonghan eyeing you from his rear view mirror, the sultry look in his eyes had left you pressing your thighs together. “And your skirt looks really good on you.” A dull throbbing began between your legs, and you made a bit of a show of it by squirming in your seat.

“Oh, thank you. It’s new and thought that since it’s getting hot I should wear it more often.” You fanned your face with your right hand hand while your left one tucked you hair behind your ears. “It’s getting too hot to wear so much clothes, and the good thing about having a cottage is having some private space to…” you paused while searching for the correct word, your fingertip skimmed along the neckline of your tank top that cut low on your breasts. “Get more comfortable if you will.”

A sly smirk made its way onto Jeonghan’s face as he looked back at you in the mirror. “I bet the privacy would really come in handy sometimes. Wouldn’t it, doll face?” His lower lip got caught between his teeth when his eyes caught your hand wandering down your chest to your skirt, where your fingers rested under the light fabric.

Nodding with a bright smile on your face, you uncrossed your legs and spread them while leaning closer to the open window that kept you separated, your head popping into the front of the cabby. “Yeah, the privacy is amazing and you can practically do anything you want up there.”

“Anything you want you say? You’ll have to take me and show me sometime.” Jeonghan’s eyes drifted down to your chest and he licked his lips while his eyes followed every bounce of your breasts. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop staring at your tits. They way they bounce is too hypnotic for me to resist, and that’s coming from an ass man.”

You peaked down at your cleavage, a filthy smirk tugging on your features as you pulled the thin fabric of your tank top down under your breasts, your nipples hardening almost instantly from the air conditioning that blasted through the vents. “You really think so?” You asked with a smile on your face when you saw Jeonghan’s eyes widen at the sight of your bare breasts inches away from his face. “If you like them so much would you mind taking a squeeze for me would you?”

Jeonghan looked back at the nearly empty road before he took one hand off the steering wheel and lightly touched your breasts, his fingers teasingly tugging on one of your nipples before you sat back in your seat and pulled your top back over your breasts. “They feel fantastic!” He exclaimed. “I wish I could get a better feel of them but I’m busy driving.”

“You know… you could always just watch me.” You purred while you hiked up your skirt and spread your legs wider to expose your panties to him. Looking out the window, you smiled when you saw trees and open fields, a stray car zipping by every now and then but otherwise you were alone with him. “I’ve been horny all day long and having a sexy taxi driver isn’t helping me at all.” Your fingers moved over your clothed slit, and you sighed contently at the contact.

“Oh fuck,” Jeonghan breathed, his eyes constantly glancing from the road to the mirror to watch you touch yourself. “You’re a dirty little girl for being so eager to touch yourself while I’m driving.”

You nodded and slipped your hand into your panties, moving your fingers over your clit, your head tipped back and you softly whimpered at the more direct stimulation. “Uh huh, but it feels too good to stop.” Airy moans tumbled from your lips when you fingers slipped between your slick folds to push past your entrance, curling inside you.

Jeonghan groaned lowly in his throat as he watched you finger yourself, a small frown made its way onto his face when he realized that he couldn’t see your fingers moving inside of you. “Move your panties to the side, I want to watch you touch yourself.” Without hesitation, you hooked the fingers that weren’t currently buried in your cunt, into the dampening fabric of your panties. The moan of amazement you heard from Jeonghan had left your walls fluttering around your fingers. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty being filled up with your own fingers,” he moaned. Jeonghan’s pants felt tight around his growing member and his right hand fell into his lap to free his cock from their confinement. “But your pussy would look so much better wrapped around my cock.”

Heat kissed your cheeks from the lead compliment, your mind wandered to his cock and you could feel yourself salivating at the mental image of sucking him off, or how his cock would feel stretching you out.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking drooling on yourself.”

Snapping back to reality, you wiped at your chin with the back of your free hand. A tiny smile of embarrassment appeared on your face as you wiped your drool onto your bare thigh before adjusting yourself in your seat and fondling your breasts over your tank top.

“Sorry, I just got so distracted by the thought of having your cock in my mouth and pussy that I didn’t realize it.”

Jeonghan’s grip on his length tightened, his heart pounded in his chest every time he’d look back to see you touching yourself with your head tossed back against the seats, your face relaxed in bliss. “I can’t wait to get a taste of your pussy.” Jeonghan growled while he spit in his hand to give himself some more slip. His eyes growing hard as he watched your moans become more frequent until you came undone around your fingers.

His eyes were practically glued to your glittering core as you rode out your orgasm, and pulled out your fingers covered in your juices. Jeonghan’s eyes followed your movements as you raised your hand up to your lips to get a taste of yourself. Your right eye dropped in a wink while you dragged your tongue up one of your fingers.

“I need a taste,” he muttered as he pulled over to the side of the road. He didn’t even bother tucking his erect cock back into his pants as he opened the doors and climbed into the back seat with you, his knees firmly planted on the floor of the spacious back seat as he grabbed onto your thighs to pull you closer to him.

Jeonghan’s eyes seemed to shimmer when he took in your core dripping of your release, his head dove between your folds to lick up your essence. Jeonghan’s eyes slid shut as he moaned into your folds. His tongue lapped at your core, Jeonghan’s hands ran along the length of your thighs before settling on your hips.

You yelped when he sucked your slick folds into your mouth and flicking his tongue over your clit when he released your folds. “You’re pussy taste so fucking good,” Jeonghan sighed into your folds, his lips left gentle kisses over your folds and pelvic bones before his tongue slid between your folds. Your thighs jerked on either side of his head, and your fingers tangled into his hair not sure if you should pull his head away or closer to you until he leaned forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You moaned into his mouth when he pushed your top under your breasts to fondle them, and twist your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Jeonghan groaned against your lips when you nipped at his lower lip and spread your legs as wide as they could go to give him more room between them while you made out. His cock brushed against your folds making you shakily moan out, your hips wiggling against his to get his attention back to the throbbing between your legs.

Jeonghan slid back down between your legs and licked up your folds before pulling back with a smile on his face. “Could you get up and squat on the seats? I want you to ride my face.” Heading him say that had you on your feet within seconds, your hands grabbing onto the seats to hover over his face when he tilted his head back to rest on the seat under you, knees bent up to his chest.

Jeonghan grabbed onto your hips and pulled you down onto his eager mouth. Your head fell forward from his tongue moving feverishly between your folds. Your noises began to get drowned out by Jeonghan’s moans against your folds, his cock twitched and you were transfixed on how beautiful his cock looked against the light blue fabric of his jeans.

Jeonghan’s lips wrapped around your clit to suck on the bud then lapped at your core. The taste of your arousal dripping directly onto his tongue had left his hips bucking against nothing, and his hands pulled you further down onto his face when you’d start to drift to far and make him chase after your pussy.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good, doll face.”

Jeonghan panties against your core for a few seconds, then he continued licking and tracing his tongue over your folds and clit. His right hand slid from your hip to rub your clit, a wide and cocky smirk appeared on his face when you loudly moaned out his name and bucked against his face. You mewled when the fingers on your clit continued moving downwards to slide between your soaked folds, the digits teasing your entrance while Jeonghan had the perfect view of your core swallowing his fingers with ease.

“And it’s so fucking pretty taking my fingers, I can’t wait to see it wrapped around my cock.”

“Please Jeonghan,” you whimpered. Your hips moved in small circles on his fingers, his pumping was at a steady pace and every now and then his tongue would dip into your entrance with his fingers. “I want you to fuck me,” you said in an unsteady voice that half demanded and half whined for his cock. It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest from how hard it was pounding.

“Fucking hell, I can’t wait much more. Get up and take your clothes off.”

You lifted yourself off his face to kneel on the seat while you almost ripped your tank top and skirt off your body. The drool collecting on your tongue became very evident when when Jeonghan unbuttoned his shirt but kept the light fabric on his shoulders, as he sat down on the seat and motioned for you to move onto his lap. Crawling onto Jeonghan’s lap, his eyes roamed over your bare body while he lazily pumped himself in his hand. You purposely sat as close as you could to his cock to roll your hips forward to get some kind of contact while Jeonghan’s eyes devoured you.

Jeonghan released his cock and groaned out at the sight of your grinding on his cock. “You look so cute when your doing that,” his hand wrapped around your throat and slightly tightened to pull you closer to him to steal a kiss. “I can’t wait to see how fucked out you’ll look when you’re getting fucked, doll face.”

Without meaning to, you submissively moaned against his lips and clutched onto his shirt, your core clenching around nothing each time his cock rubbed against your clit. You could feel every ounce of desire vibrating through your body when you wrapped your hand around his cock and positioned yourself over his length. Jeonghan’s hands tightened over your thighs before sliding up to hold onto your waist, and helping you ease down onto his cock.

A broken moan slipped from his lips while his eyes fell to your core taking him inch by inch, sighs of pleasure erupted from you when your walls fully encased him. Jeonghan sucked his lower lip between his teeth when he began thrusting into you. Each slam of his cock into your heat made your spiral deeper and deeper into euphoria. You put your hands on the ceiling of the vehicle to keep your head from knocking into it while Jeonghan fucked you with an intense need to feel you cumming on his cock.

It’s been a while since you’ve been fucked this well, so a smile slowly started to split your face when you moaned out curse words with Jeonghan’s name strewn in between. Clamping down on him, you cried out when the tip of his cock hit the spot that had you seeing stars. That was until he growled unhappily and pulled out.

“I can’t fuck you properly all cramped up like this. Get outside and bend your pretty ass over the hood.”

You were shaky on your feet trying to get out of the vehicle, unaware of Jeonghan’s eyes following your ass while he quickly grabbed the camera with a tripod stand attached, his fingers shaking with anticipation as he set it down with the perfect view of you bent over the hood before he was scrambling to get behind you. His cock was already in hand when you peeked behind to start whining about the empty feeling in your core.

“I know, I know,” he breathed out. “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock too.” Jeonghan groaned while he pushed the blunt tip of his cock past your folds again. The angle of penetration had left your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your lips parting and long moans burst from your lungs until he had bottomed out with his thighs pressed flush against yours.

“Fuck me,” you gasped. Wiggling back onto Jeonghan, you held back a moan when he gripped your hips tightly in his hands. “Your cock feels so fucking good Jeonghan.” Readjusting you’re grip on the smooth surface, you pushed your upper body up and let a hand reach back to tangle in his soft hair, and pull him in for a kiss.

Jeonghan began thrusting harshly into you, and you both could clearly hear the loud, slick sounds of his cock fucking into your soaking wet cunt. Heat expanded from your core, through your nerves and over every inch of your skin. Jeonghan groaned when your walls clamped down around him. His cock twitch as he watched your ass bounce from each hard thrust he delivered.

Your heart raced in your chest when Jeonghan roughly grabbed onto your right leg, lifting your thigh up onto the hood and a short but satisfied chuckle left his lips when the new angle had your walls pulsing around his length, and your moans becoming more frequent. You stood on your tippy toes as you fucked yourself back on his cock, his grip on your hips tightening but letting you move at your own pace. Your fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing tight circles over the throbbing bundle of nerves.

Jeonghan’s hands inches up your hips to grasp your bouncing breasts, his fingers flicking over your nipples while his lips found purchase on your neck, leaving a mix of wet kisses and hickies on your slightly sweaty skin.

“You look so fucking sexy fucking yourself with my cock.” Jeonghan’s hot breath fanned over your skin, the drastic change of temperature had goosebumps prickling at your skin. “It’s actually sorta adorable seeing you desperate for some cock, doll face.”

Heat spread itself from your core and through every nerve big and small. “Yes,” you managed to breathe out. “I love your fucking cock so much that I-“ You cut yourself off when Jeonghan leaned in closer to you and wrapped a hand around your throat.

“What a cute little cock slut you are.” He said, his voice dripping with lust. Jeonghan’s fingers dug a little harsher into the sides of your neck to pull the most whorish moan you’ve ever heard slip past your lips. “A cute little cock slut who turns into a cute little whore for me.” Jeonghan’s voice took on a slight rasp as he spoke into your ear. His hot breath sent waves of electricity through every single nerve ending and a never ending arousal pulsing through your core.

Jeonghan leaned in to kiss the skin before your ear before he ran the tip of his tongue up the shell of your ear, his voice dropping low for only you to hear his words. “Does my cute little whore want to cum on my cock? Hmm? Tell me how bad you want it.”

Jeonghan’s thrusts immediately slowed until he was barely moving and only had the tip in your core. Your walls pulled around his cock in an effort to suck him deeper into you before he was pulling himself out of your heat and rushing to turn you around and prop you up on the hood of his car. He spread your legs wide and gripped his cock tightly in his hand while he teased your slit with the head of his cock. Jeonghan looked up at your face when he slapped the head of his cock against your lit, a small smirk turned up the corners of his lips when you softly gasped and your thighs twitched on either side of him. “Come on doll face, I want to hear you tell me how much you want my cock.” You swallowed thickly when his free hand grabbed your chin and he swiped his thumb over your lower lip.

It took a few seconds for you found your mind and was able to answer him after he leaned in and licked at the bead of saliva on your lower lip.

“I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum on your cock.” Your trembling fingers latched onto his button up shirt and you tugged him closer to you. “Fuck me like I’m your little whore. Fuck me so hard that I can’t even thing of a god damn word. I want you to cum in me and just ravish me. Make a complete mess of me and my pussy.” Heat licked at your cheeks and ears as you spoke while looking into his intense eyes, and forced yourself to keep eye contact with Jeonghan until a dirty smile split his pink lips.

Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and leaned back in to steal another peck before he spoke, “I will never get enough of you, doll face.” Jeonghan muttered before he roughly pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue sliding over the seam of your lips until you parted your lips to moan out when his cock pushed past your lower lips and stayed still inside you. “Especially with a pair of lips as silky as yours… here,” he lifted his hand to drag his thumb over your lower lip before he moved his hand to your hips and let his fingers spread your folds open to rub his middle finger over your exposed clit, “and here.”

Your voice got caught in your throat from his dirty words before his lips were on your neck and sucking marks onto your skin. His deep groans rang through your being as he began thrusting into you, his finger stroking your clit had you sighing and letting your head loll back, giving Jeonghan more access to your throat. Your hands crept up his shirt to lace in his hair to hold him closer to your body while he kissed up your neck.

“Jeonghan,” you sighed when he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck that left shivers racing down your spine. “That feels so good,” you whined when he ran his tongue over the new mark on your neck. Jeonghan’s thrusts slowed as he got absorbed with kissing and marking up your neck. Clenching around his length, you airily giggled at Jeonghan’s strangled moan until your giggles were cut short by his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck. You softly moaned out at the sensation from the slight lack of air, your core clenching around his cock brought a knowing smile onto his face. “You’re a cute little whore but how about I make you cum this time? Hmm?”

You quickly nodded your head, a strangled sort of moan slipped from you when Jeonghan’s thrusting sped up and his cock was drilling into you.

Your heart raced in your chest and it felt like it would jump right out of your chest each time Jeonghan glanced from your filled cunt to your face. Heat enveloped your cheeks when you felt Jeonghan’s thumb slide over your lower lip before he slowly pushed it past your lips.

“God damn it, you look so fucking good like this.” He moaned in a low voice. Jeonghan stares intently at the way your lips suckled on his finger, releasing them momentarily to lick up the digit and press a few kisses to it before sucking it back into your mouth.

Your walls fluttered around his cock as you stared at him with large eyes. The second he parted his lips and his tongue swiped over his lips, your eyes were focused on his plush lips and the way he stared you down with so much list in his eyes. Letting a hand slip between your thighs, you moaned around Jeonghan’s fingers when you touched your throbbing clit. Jeonghan could feel just how much you were enjoying yourself from the way you were squeezing around his length when he angled his hips just right to hit your g-spot.

When Jeonghan removed his thumb from your lips, you whined in protest until his hand was back to being wrapped around your throat. The strokes of his cock left your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as a smile pulled on your lips and you bit down on your lower lip to keep it from getting any wider.

“So good,” you gasped out while your hand grabbed onto Jeonghan’s, and squeezed his fingers a little tighter on the sides of your neck. “You feel so fucking good.” You moaned out just as your mouth dropped open and all of the noises that you held back were freely pouring out from you.

Your fingers moved over your clit moved mercilessly with one goal in mind; to feel yourself cumming around Jeonghan’s throbbing cock.

“I’m so close, Jeonghan I’m-“ you cut yourself off with a high pitched whine when Jeonghan nipped at your neck. The sensation sent tingles straight to your core, and you could feel your release rushing fast and faster towards you.

You’re mouth dropped open in a silent scream when you felt the knot in your stomach seconds away from snapping, your voice only coming back to give that silent scream a sound for the very last second as you came around Jeonghan’s cock. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, your walls pulsing around his length as he sloppily thrusted into your slick cunt. His hips stuttering before they stopped and you could feel his seed flooding your heat. You whimpered when you felt him start to pull his cock out of your spent cunt, and before you could even realize it, you were grabbing onto his ass and pulling him back into you.

Jeonghan chuckled at your desperate actions and grabbed your chin between his fingers to make you look at his face. “You’re a cute little whore who just wants to be fucked full of cum, aren’t you, doll face?”

“Ugh huh.” You airily responded to him, your lips pressing together tightly when he pulled his cock from your cum slicked core and teased your clit with the head of his cock. “Yes, Daddy I am.” Your eyes widened when you accidentally let the title slip out.

Jeonghan’s movements froze, his steely eyes rose to meet yours and you could feel your heart skip a few beats from the intensity in them. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into by calling me that, doll face.” His breathing was more staggered from hearing the title fall from your lips, a feral instinct slowly flooded into his veins when he caught a dark twinkle in your eyes.

“Oh I think I do know… Daddy.”

A smile tugged at your lips when you witnessed his breathing hitch. Your smile got even bigger when he tightened his grip on you and leaned in until his lips were just barely brushing against yours.

“I hope you didn’t have to be at your destination soon because I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy until you’re dripping in my cum and can barely say a single coherent thing, let alone have a coherent thought.”

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 20: Library Hours

Castiel approaches the man slumped over one of the study desks with a small amount of trepidation. With finals week upon them, the students are all on edge. True, this man looks more the age of a young post-grad, like Castiel, but he can’t be too careful at this time in the quarter - summer quarter or no.

Especially this year, when three students have drowned themselves in Lake Michigan, apparently due to the stress.

“Hello?” Castiel tries, poking him in the arm. “The library is closing soon.”

“Wha-?” The man wakes with a start, looking around wildly.

“The library,” Castiel says, stepping back, “it’s closing soon.”

“Shit,” the man says. He rubs a weary hand down his face and scowls at the old newspapers that had been serving as his pillow. “Goddammit,” he mutters.

“Everything will be here tomorrow,” Castiel says testily, crossing his arms over his chest. He always takes the last shift in the library because the foot traffic is lower, and he’s less likely to run across hormonal first years having sex in the bookstacks at midnight. But that means, in addition to his shelving duties, it also falls to him to kick everyone out at closing. He scans the newspapers strewn around the desk. The man couldn’t have picked a less desirable primary source for his paper. In all his time at the library, he’s never seen anyone check out The Chicago Daily News, circa 1977.

“Right, right,” the man grumbles as he attempts to haphazardly gather the editions into some semblance of order. “Such a fucking waste of time. It’s not like this shit can tell me what drowns people every fucking Thursday since midsummer’s night-”

Castiel blurts, “A Nøkk?”

The man freezes. “A what?”

“It’s a Scandinavian water spirit that lures children to drown in lakes and rivers.”

The man gapes gormlessly at him. “How the hell do you know that?”

Castiel shrugs as he gathers the papers in his arms. “I’m a graduate student specializing in Western folklore.” To his extreme consternation, the man follows him as he goes to reshelve the whole pile.

Quick on Castiel’s heels, he asks eagerly, “Do you know how to kill it?”

Castiel throws him a look. “How to kill a mythical creature?”

“Yeah,” the man says, like it’s the most normal thing to ask, and Castiel is the crazy one for questioning it. “There’s gotta be a way, right?”

Castiel frowns, his finger skimming along the ‘C’s. Why this particular paper isn’t on microfiche makes no sense. “I’ve read that if a victim says its name, it will die.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Castiel pulls down the correct box and rifles through the other editions from the 1970s for the tab with the right year. “Other lore suggests steel can kill it.”

The man grins. “Steel, got it.” He bends down to pick up the now complete box of The Chicago Daily News and heaves it back on the shelf. “Thanks, man.”

“You’re welcome?” Castiel says, nonplussed. “Will you leave the library now?”

“On one condition.”

Castiel crosses his arms over his chest. “I have office hours starting at nine in the morning tomorrow and a meeting with my advisor before noon. What do you want?”

The man holds up his hands in a supplicating gesture. “Nothing bad! Just your name.”

“Castiel Milton.”

“I’m Dean Winchester.”

“Good for you. Now, will you leave the library?”

Dean smirks. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” He turns to go, giving Castiel a jaunty salute as he spins on his heel.

Castiel honestly forgets about him until Thursday evening. His phone rings, and he mutes the television with a muttered curse. He gets up to pick up the handset from the cradle on the wall. He nearly drops it as gunshots echo through the other end of the line.

“Hello?” he says quickly.

Harsh breathing. “Castiel?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Dean - from the library,” Dean puffs above the sound of splashing. “We talked about the nookie whatever? I got your number from the yellow pages. Look, I put a dozen steel bullets in it, and it’s not dead yet. What else?”

Castiel frowns. “Are you seriously asking me how to kill a supernatural water horse?”

“I’ll explain later. But I need an answer, like, five minutes ago.”

Castiel rubs his forehead, not quite believing he’s indulging the man. “Did any of the steel go in the lake?”

“What? No, I’m a fucking ace shot - shit.”

“Dean?” Castiel tries, alarmed.

“Still here,” Dean huffs. “Damn rocks are slippery. How a fucking horse doesn’t eat it, I have no idea.”

“Drop the steel in the water. Don’t shoot the horse.”

“What the fuck?”

“Ideally with three drops of your blood on it.”

“Great,” Dean says sourly. “Good thing I tripped.”

There’s two almighty bangs on the other end of the line, and Castiel waits with bated breath until he hears, “Holy shit, I think it worked. I shot the horse again, just in case.”

Castiel laughs weakly, his heart beating wildly in his chest. “Of course.”

“Look, I can’t thank you enough,” Dean says, breathing heavily. “I’ll let you go. Get back to your professoring, and all that jazz.”

Before Dean hangs up, Castiel asks, “But you’re okay now?”

Dean chuckles, the sound warm and just a bit manic. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He hangs up.

Castiel flips to the local news, but there’s no mention of a Nøkk running wild along the shores of Lake Michigan. Because that would be ridiculous.

He’d been ready to put Dean and his probable horse-related delusions entirely out of his mind, but Dean strolls into the library cafe halfway through Castiel’s office hours the next morning.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says as Dean sheepishly shuffles towards his table. “How can I help you?”

“More than you already have, Indy?” Dean asks, laughing lightly. “Are you in the middle of something?”

Castiel glances around, but he doesn’t spy any of his students lurking at the cafe entrance or any of the nearby tables. “I don’t think so,” he says, gesturing to his seat.

But Dean doesn’t sit down. “I have something to show you.”

Castiel’s eyebrows rise. “What?”

“Come on, you know that ruins the surprise,” Dean says, jerking his head towards the door.

Castiel sighs but gets up from his chair. He’s already indulged Dean this far; he might as well see it through.

Dean leads him out the library doors and into the muggy Chicago summer heat. They cross the small lawn separating the library from the street, where a big black car is gleaming. Dean pats her hood affectionately as he walks around to the back. He glances around for any curious eyes, but it’s too hot for students to linger anywhere without copious air conditioning. He pops the trunk, and Castiel peers inside.

He jumps back in horror, nearly falling on his ass.

Dean, at least, isn’t smiling. He says quietly, “Just wanted to show I’m not as cuckoo for cocoa puffs as you thought.”

Castiel leans forward again, his mouth agape. “Is that,” he asks faintly, staring at the moon-white horse’s head, its mouth open in a snarl, a viscous black grime coating its bared teeth. Its eyes are bright neon green, even in death.

“Yeah,” Dean says, slamming the trunk closed. “Wouldn’t want to wake up with that in your bed, huh?”

“What?”

Dean throws him a look. “The Godfather?”

“I haven’t seen it.”

“You haven’t seen-?” Dean breaks off, shaking his head. “Anyway,” he says pointedly, “I just stopped by to say thank you. If you didn’t pick up the phone, I would’ve been Seabiscuit chow.”

Castiel doesn’t know what to say. “I - I’m glad I could help.” He stares down at the closed trunk, and he can almost imagine the dead Nøkk’s eyes staring up at him.

“Hey,” Dean says, diverting his attention, “I want you to have my number too.” He roots around in the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a business card.

“John Bohham, FBI?” Castiel reads out loud, brow furrowing.

“Not my real name,” Dean says, rolling his eyes, “real number, though.” He waits until Castiel meets his gaze before saying, “Let me know if you run into anything… weird.”

“How weird?”

Dean’s face breaks out into a smile. “You’re the folklore expert. I’m sure you’ll recognize the signs. I already have yours,” he says. “I hope it’s okay if I call you when I get stumped with a hunt like yesterday.”

“A hunt - oh, of course,” Castiel says quickly.

“Great,” Dean says as he bypasses Castiel to pull open the car door. “I’ve gotta go. I heard there’s a ghost tearin’ it up in Tucson.” He climbs in, staring up at Castiel, one corner of his mouth raised into a rakish grin. “You take care of yourself, sweetheart, you hear?”

Struck dumb, Castiel can only nod as Dean starts the engine and drives off.

[forsworned]

[♥] academyau! sweet like candy {teacher!giyuu tomioka x teacher!reader}

Genre: Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Giyuu Tomioka/Reader

Word count: 1,599

a/n: really wanted to make this into a little series because i’m kind of obsessed with kimetsu academy i think it’s so cute and funny but anyway enjoy!,,, requests are open

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Sometimes being a teacher was hard. You had to make your own lesson plans, grade all the work you assign and make sure your students are well engaged enough to get it and want to ge there. Which they both knew, they really didn’t want to be there. So like any teacher, [Name] would always try to make her lesson plans fun and not give monumental loads of homework assigments and papers. Especially since the biggest class she taught was straight out of Mr. Tomioka’s P.E. class and he absolutely worked them to the bone. 

[Name] sighed as she retired for the day after her last student left for extra help, and headed off to her favorite cafe to continue grading her papers. Not like she made them write a ten page essay or anything, but boy were these terrible. The headache already setting in as dragged herself out of her car and into her favorite coffee/tea shop.

The bell at the top of the door rang, signaling her presence as she made her way in. It was in that moment that she stepped through that her eyes grew double in size at the scene painted in front of her.

Mr.Tomioka sitting alone at one of the booths with possibly the biggest cup of green matcha ice cream, a dollop of whipped cream with the most cutesy sprinkle decorations. He was shamelessly stuffing his face as if it were his last meal. Melted green matcha melted from one corner of his mouth with sprinkles plastered on the other side. [Name] covered her mouth in complete and utter astonishment. She didn’t know whether to laugh, scream or cry.

Giyuu had felt as if someone was spying on him and low and behold, Miss.[Last Name] was peering down at him with the most bewildered expression on her face. 

“Hello, Miss.[Last Name]. Odd seeing you here.” He spoke nonchalantly as he took another bite of his icecream. Giyuu was completely unbothered by her presence, mostly because it was a teacher and not a student who had interrupted his gluttonous guilty pleasure. 

“I-I didn’t know you were such a sweeth tooth, Mr.Tomioka.” She stammered. [Name] really didn’t know how else to react to Giyuu just sitting deadpanned as he gazed up at her. It wasn’t too out of character for him since she had saw him munching on raisin bread on the staircase quite often. She made it a point to avoid him as to not embarrass him. His cerculean eyes bored into hers and it made her an ounce more self conscious. Did she have something on her face? Her teeth? Or worse a stain on her blouse?

“Yes, well, I do find myself coming here from time to time to relax after a long day at work.” His gaze shifted back to his mountain sized pile of icecream and took another large bite. She could’ve sworn he blushed as he did.

“You mind if I join you?” She asked almost timidly. Giyuu was intimidating to say the least. Well to [name] he was. His casual attitude always seemed to throw her off. He hummed in acknowledgement and she smiled as she slid in the booth across from him.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a lady friend, Giyuu-kun~” A server who seemed to show up out of nowhere sang as she set the spoon down with a napkin. Giyuu froze at his name being said so informally in front of [name] and she was just as shocked to hear it.

He didn’t say anything as the server skipped away. It was so quiet that if a pin dropped you could hear it.

[Name] couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from her lips as she watched as Giyuu sulked in shame. “G-giyuu-kun?”

“Fine, maybe I come here everyday.” He muttered as he took another bite. Now he was miserable, but [name] shook off his embarrassment. She didn’t want to make him feel bad in his comfort zone. 

“No, no. I was only teasing. It’s kind of nice that you come here and give this mom and pop your business.” She picked up her spoon and scooped a small part of the untouched side of his ice cream and hummed in delight when it reached her taste buds. Her tongue grazed across her lips and at the spoon again to lick it clean.

“Damn, that’s really good!” She cheered. Giyuu did not take his eyes off her lips for a single moment. He gulped his icecream too quickly causing him to have brain freeze. He groaned in pain as he held his head. [Name’s] expression quickly faltered into a state of panic as she watched his face contort in agony.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” The pain subsiding as he waved her off. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Just brainfreeze. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

[Name] sighed as she pulled out the stack of papers from her bag and placed them on the table. 

“Ah, essay season, I see. I saw Mr. Renguko with his stack earlier. He was buzzing right through them. Said they were all awful but he appreciated their ‘blazing’ efforts.” 

[Name] laughed melodiously and it made Giyuu’s ears perk up in delight. 

“That’s Mr. Renguko for ya, huh? Yeah, mine were pret-ty terrible, too. I don’t what’s gotten into them. It’s like every thing I teach goes through one ear and out the other.” Her spoon clinked against the glass again as she depressing grazed at the ice cream. 

“Well, it is almost summer break and you do teach the upperclassmen. They’re probably having a case of senioritis.” 

Giyuu mentally chuckled at thought of her upperclassmen students tripping over thin air when he asked them to run 10 laps around the gym. 

“Are you smiling?” It just slipped out of her mouth. She hadn’t intended to let it, but she honestly couldn’t help it. It was the first time she had ever seen him look--happy and it was undeniably cute.

“I was just thinking of my upperclassmen tripping.” He didn’t bother hiding his smile at this point and it was glorious. [Name] found herself blushing at how heavenly he looked. Giyuu had seemed to caught wind of her staring at him in awe, and cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” [Name] abashedly spoke as she looked away. “I should probably go and get these finished.”

She started to get up to dismiss herself and gathered her papers after shamelessly gawking at him. 

“You don’t have to leave. I could use the company.” Giyuu had worked up almost every nerve to let those words flow out. She was nonplussed at his words.

“Y-you sure?” 

“Yeah, maybe I can help with those papers.”

“I’d like that.”

[Name] smiled as she sat back down and he held out his hand to take the stack of papers from her hands. Giyuu’s face quickly twisted in contempt as he skimmed over the first paper. 

“This is ass.” 

Her eyes dilated at his choice of words and he realized that he let his guard down.

“I mean it is.” [Name] laughed loudly at his brash statement. She didn’t know he was such a clown.

“There’s like zero sentence structure and no punctuation. Also, they’re using run on sentences.” He pointed to the the first few paragraphs. Her eyes twinkled at his sudden sharpness. 

“Oh, you’re right! Thank you, Mr. Tomioka. I didn’t think you’d be so good at catching these mistakes.” Giyuu felt his face fluster at her flattering remark.

“Well, I did say I could help you.”

She gazed up from her student’s work to Giyuu’s ice cream coated lips. It didn’t make him any less dreamy to her because all she wanted to do in that moment was use her finger to lap up the remains and swirl her tongue around her finger. And for once [name] let her intrusive thoughts win. She murmured in delight. It tasted even sweeter coming from his lips. The look of disbelief on his face as the heat rushed to his face. 

“You’re sweeter than candy, Mr.Tomioka.”

[Name’s] face faltered along side Giyuu’s at the realization that she wasn’t living in her head, but that she had in fact, really done it. Giyuu wiped his mouth with the stack of napkins besides him, wondering how and why he deserved something so delightfully embarassing. 

“I’m so sorry--I”

“You should be.” He put his napkin down. “You could’ve told me that I had ice cream on my face.”

[Name] didn’t know whether she should have felt humiliated or not at that point. Did he just completely miss the part where she just indirectly licked ice cream off his face or...?

“So, back to the papers.”

“Ah, y-yeah. The papers!” [Name] scrambled for a moment handing him a small stack. “You work on these to start out and I’ll get started on these.”

Giyuu tried his best to dismiss the trembling from his hand as he took small heap from her hands. His heart beating out of his chest as he kept his cool demeanor from slipping. 

“We should do this more often.” He said it without thinking (head empty head ahhh).

[Name] visibly relaxed when those words left his mouth. She didn’t expect him to even help her, but now he was practically asking her to hang out with him more. She flashed him a big smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“That would be a big help, Mr. Tomioka. Thank you.”

He looked down to hide his agitated state.

“Don’t mention it.”

[hercleverboy]

persistence

spencer reid x reader

summary ↠ when spencer finds out that the reader has a stalker, he is determined to not let history repeat itself. 

category ↠ angst/fluff

warnings/includes ↠ stalker-like activity, death threats, few swear words, descriptions of blood, puking, spencer being kinda emotionally manipulative

word count ↠   8.2k

“Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.”-- Vincent Van Gogh

Y/N stared down at the letter in her hands.  Her fingers trembled, tears blurring her vision as she reread the words over and over.  Written in an ominous red ink, a chicken-scratch-like writing filled the page. 

‘If I can’t have you, no one can.’

*

It had all started two months ago. 

First, it was the dark blue Sedan that she began noticing sat across the street from her apartment complex. Of course it easily could’ve belonged to one of the many people who lived in the complex, or perhaps even a friend of theirs. At first, it went unnoticed by her. It was only when she started taking note of the hours it was parked there that she began to get slightly concerned. 

8am to 8pm. Every single day. 

Like clockwork. 

She’d peak through her living room curtains at 8am, and watch the car pull into its usual spot. It wouldn’t move all day but as soon as it struck 8pm, it left again- only to return the next day. 

However, ever the sceptic, she didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. Her mind came up with countless possibilities. The owner was staying with a friend who lived close by (but then why would the car not be there overnight?), or perhaps it was an plain-clothed officer doing some form of undercover work? Honestly, there was nothing she hadn’t considered. So while the presence of the unexplainable car was a little unnerving, it wasn’t enough to make her paranoid. 

The paranoia began when sheets of paper began being posted through her letterbox. They always came between the times that the blue car was parked outside, and had only a few words on each one that was delivered. 

‘I’ve been watching you, you know.’ 

‘You’re so beautiful.’ 

‘That boyfriend of yours, does he hold you like I did?’

‘Does he touch you like I did?’

Whilst they weren’t exactly threats, they were enough to set her skin alight. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, jumpy and paranoid. 

Spencer noticed it, too. 

He’d seen the subtle change in his girlfriend’s body language, but didn’t want to push her on the matter. He had asked once, but she’d reassured him that she was fine. So he decided that he’d let her confide in him when she was ready, but that didn’t mean that this change in behaviour didn’t make his heart ache. 

He was a profiler, one of the best, he knew the behavioural tells that signalled fear. 

So what was she so afraid of?

Then the phone calls started. 

Y/N heard the buzz of her phone, assuming it was Spencer calling. He was out of state on a case, but he always called to check up on her, or to notify her he was almost home. Although they didn’t live together yet, Spencer spent most of his spare time at her apartment. (He’d joked once that it was because her place was bigger than his, but really it was because his work took him away from her so often that he wanted to spend any spare minute he could with her.)

Reaching for the device, she frowned as she saw ‘Unknown Number’ flash across the screen. 

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

and then she heard it. 

Heavy, husky breathing on the other end of the line. 

The caller didn’t speak. 

Unease filled her as she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up. She placed her phone down beside her, biting down on her bottom lip as she attempted to rationalise what’d just happened. 

Probably a butt dial, or maybe even a wrong number? 

She pushed it to the back of her mind, distracting herself so that she wouldn’t have to confirm what she already knew was true. 

The second call came two days later. 

Spencer had returned earlier that day from an exhausting but overall successful case. He hadn’t even stopped by his place after landing, instead opting to go straight to Y/N’s apartment, unable to contain his excitement of seeing her for the first time in a week. 

He let himself in with the key she’d given him for their one year anniversary, as he quietly made his way into the home. He called out her name, announcing his presence so she’d know he was home.

When she didn’t come to greet him in the hallway, or even call back to let him know she’d heard him he frowned. He slipped off his shoes before moving down the hallway, his eyes finally landing on her figure in the living room. She was stood by the large window that overlooked the street below them, her phone pressed to her ear. Spencer took in her body language, noting how her shoulders were tensed, and how the hand not holding her phone was gripping tightly onto the curtains as she peaked between them. 

The unknown caller hung up, and Y/N looked down at her phone in her hand, eyes welling with tears- still unaware of Spencer’s presence behind her.  

“Y/N?” He asked quietly, trying not to startle her but still managing to. 

She shrieked, turning around to face him, relief filling her features as she saw the familiar sight of her boyfriend. She forced a smile on her lips and pushed her worries away, wiping the tears from her cheeks quickly and hoping he hadn’t already seen them. “Spence! God, I’m sorry. I didn’t notice you were home.” She chuckled. 

His frown only deepened as he moved toward her. “Is everything okay? Who was that on the phone?” 

Y/N’s breath hitched as she quickly came up with an excuse. “Oh, It was no-one.” She waved it off, hoping she’d played it off well enough to ease his worry. 

Once he reached her he put his arms around her, enveloping her in a tight hug, his arms around her waist. She sighed, hugging him back with her arms around his neck. 

He nuzzled his face into her neck, placing a kiss there that was so soft and delicate that it almost moved her to tears. “You know you can tell me anything, right? If something’s bothering you or worrying you then you don’t have to keep it to yourself. I’m here.” He whispered. 

“I know.” She whispered back, squeezing him gently to comfort herself. “Thank you.” 

Truth is, she knew she could tell Spencer what was happening. She knew that he would immediately inform his team, and with their wonderful minds and Garcia’s infinite systems, they’d have their unsub within days. So what was stopping her?

or more specifically, who was stopping her?

The answer would be Maeve, the woman that Spencer once loved, who he lost so suddenly and so tragically. She’d heard what had happened, and had comforted Spencer when he cried as he told her of the only other woman he’d ever loved, apart from Y/N. He’d confided in her about Maeve around four months into their relationship, and Y/N was grateful that Spencer trusted her enough to tell her such a thing. Losing the person you loved like that? Y/N couldn’t fathom it. Her heart ached for Spencer, and the heartbreak he’d endured.

She didn’t want to worry him over what might be nothing. After what happened with Maeve, she didn’t want to make him suffer all that again, to make him think that it was all happening again. She never wanted to be the reason for his hurt, and she knew that telling him is exactly what it would do- make him anxious, worried. She knew her boyfriend like the back of her hand. He’d go into overdrive trying to protect her, to prevent what happened to Maeve from happening to her. But still, she refused to be the one that set those events into motion. She knew it was stupid, he boyfriend was in the FBI- who are exactly the type of people you’d go to if you had a stalker. 

She had tried to tell him a few times but when she opened her mouth to say the words, nothing would come out. 

The final straw was the letters. 

The first one was pushed through her letterbox on a Friday afternoon. Spencer was at work, thankfully only on a paperwork day instead of being called for a case. There was no name or address on the front of the letter. 

She felt sick. Immediately she knew it was from him. At least she presumed it was a ‘he’, from the possessive tone of voice in the notes. 

She ripped it open, taking out the letter. It was a single sheet of paper, both sides filled with that chicken scratch writing. Her eyes skimmed over the words written before her, tears blurring her vision. It was a love letter. Her stalker even gave her a nickname, ‘Dove’. 

‘My darling dove, you were made for me.’

‘My love for you knows no bounds.’

‘You’ve got such a beautiful laugh, I’ve heard it.’

‘And your skin, so perfect, so soft looking. I’d love to run my fingers along your-’

Y/N let the letter drop to the floor as she felt the bile rise in her throat, dashing to the bathroom and throwing up her stomach contents in the toilet. 

She felt sickened. She couldn’t bring herself to read what was left of the letter, instead screwing it up and throwing it away. The words she had read haunted her, made her feel disgusting. She spent hours in the shower that night, as though she was scrubbing his filthy words off of her skin. 

The letters continued, and with each one, the comments became more and more repulsive. Instead of declaring his undying love for her, her stalker began to get enraged. With each letter he became increasingly angrier, and it shook Y/N to her core. 

‘You whore, I could hear your moaning for that little boyfriend of yours from across the street’

‘When I get my hands on you, you’ll be begging for me to show you mercy’

‘I’ve protected you, watched over you! I’ve taken care of you for months now and this is how you repay me?’

‘Fucking dirty slut. I’ll kill you for that.’

‘What a shame it would be for that pretty flesh to be torn so carelessly, but it seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson, dove.’

‘You’ve made a mistake, choosing him over me.’

All of those led to one final letter. 

Written in red ink, eight simple words with a sinister underlying message. 

‘If I can’t have you, no one can.’

*

Dropping the paper as though it had burned her, she desperately tried to slow the breaths that were increasing rapidly, willing the air to fill her lungs. 

The realisation hit her like a freight train. 

She was in danger, real danger. Now that her life had been threatened, she knew she couldn’t hide it any longer. 

No matter the consequences, she had to come clean to Spencer. 

She scrambled around her apartment, grabbing any evidence she had in the form of letters/threats and made sure she had her phone so she could show them the phone calls from an unknown number. 

She glanced out the window to the street below. It was only midday, and she could see the familiar blue Sedan parked opposite her complex. She just had to get to her car safely, which should be a relatively easy task, given the numerous people who were walking down the bustling street- the perks of living on a main road. 

She made it to her car thankfully unscathed, locking the doors behind her. She didn’t dare look across the road at the car, afraid of what, or who she would see.  As she drove to the BAU, she anxiously tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She anticipated what Spencer’s reaction was going to be- he’d be angry, definitely. Y/N was torn, she wanted to stand by the decision she’d made two months prior to not involve her boyfriend with what was going on, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made a poor choice. If she’d have told Spencer earlier, things would’ve been resolved. But by telling him the truth, she couldn’t help but ponder if she was putting him or his team in danger. 

Shaking her head clear the thoughts, she pulled into the car park that was next to the building. Taking a few deep breaths, she grabbed her bag and headed toward the buildings’ entrance. Her palms were sweaty and her throat was dry. What the hell was she going to say? ‘Hey Spence, I have a stalker who’s threatening to kill me that I neglected to tell you about, how’s your day going?’

After being granted access at the front desk, she was given a visitors badge and headed up to the sixth floor of the building. As she stood alone in the elevator, she tried to take a few breaths, feeling the familiar clawing at the back of her throat that indicated she was close to breaking down. She’d been holding it together for so long, been so fucking scared for so long. 

As soon as the doors opened she was greeted with the smiling face of one Penelope Garcia. 

When Spencer and her had begun dating he brought Y/N along to one of Rossi’s pasta nights and the whole team immediately took a liking to her, especially after seeing how happy she made Spencer. However Penelope in particular absolutely adored Y/N, and the two had even hung out together a few times. 

Garcia gasped with a grin as the doors opened. “My sweet Y/N! I got the notification that you’d checked in downstairs and thought I’d come greet you!” She moved toward her, hugging Y/N tightly. “Are you here to see our boy wonder? He’s around here somewhere-” She pulled back when she noticed the tenseness in Y/N’s shoulders. When Garcia met her teary eyes she gasped at the sight. “What’s wrong?” 

Y/N finally let the tears tremble down her cheeks, reaching into her bag to grab the handfuls of threating letters from the person who’d made her life hell for two long months. She handed them to Garcia, who after years of working that job knew from the first few words what they were dealing with. 

Y/N met her worried eyes. “It’s bad, Penny. Really bad.”

Garcia nodded, shocked but still placing a comforting arm on Y/N’s back. “Reid- He never mentioned-” 

Y/N shook her head. “I didn’t tell him. I didn’t want him to worry over nothing but- this is the first time he’s threatened my life and I’m scared, Pen. I’m really scared.” 

Garcia burst into action, coaxing Y/N with gentle words to head into the bullpen. As soon as they walked through the glass doors, all of the team member’s heads turned toward them. Spencer’s eyes immediately fell on his girlfriend’s tear stained cheeks and within seconds he was by her side. 

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you okay?” 

She shook her head, moving forward and wrapping her arms around him. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, holding her to him as she cried into his chest, her shoulders shaking as she let out everything she’d buried so deep inside. 

He looked over at Garcia, bewildered. She simply walked up to Hotch’s office. The team could faintly hear Garcia presenting him with the papers Y/N had brought with her, explaining what she had told her when she arrived. 

Minutes later Hotch came out of his office, walking down into the bullpen to where the team all looked at one another, confusion on their features. 

“Y/N?” He asked as he approached her, and she pulled back from spencer to see him, wiping her tear stained cheeks. “You’re gonna need to tell us everything. You may be in immediate danger.”

Y/N nodded and Hotch headed off toward the round table room, Garcia scurrying in behind him. The rest of the team, with concerned glances to one another, followed into the room. This left Y/N and Spencer alone in the bullpen. 

She felt Spencer gripping her hand, squeezing gently. Worry laced in his tone, he moved to stand before her and locked onto her eyes. “Please tell me what’s going on.” 

Y/N nodded and cleared her throat, her voice quiet with shame as she spoke. “I have a stalker. He sends letters, calls just to breathe down the line and scare me. In his recent letter, he said he’s gonna kill me.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, his hand dropping from hers and he turning and stalked toward the board room. He had to see the evidence for himself. 

He reached the room and the groups gazes all shifted to him, but he could’ve cared less. He reached out for one of the sheets of paper, eyes quickly scanning over the threatening words as Y/N entered the room behind him. 

“When did this start, Y/N?” JJ asked, that caring, motherly tone present in her voice. 

“About two months ago.” 

“Did you notice anything odd about the neighbourhood beforehand? Cars that weren’t normally there, people stood on street corners at odd times of day?” Derek queried, his eyes scanning over some of the notes she’d received. 

She nodded. “There was a car I noticed, right at the start. I didn’t think much of it until I started taking note of the timings. It would sit there all day, but be gone overnight. Then it would return the next day.” 

“Do remember the colour, or make of car?” 

“Yeah, a dark blue Sedan. Then a few days later the phone calls started.”

“Garcia I need you to run through Y/N’s phone records, see if you can trace the number they were calling from.” Hotch ordered and Garcia quickly left the room, heading to her bat cave. 

“Here, listen to this.” JJ started, holding up one of the first letters. “I’m doing this because I love you, pretty dove. So very much. It’s okay, you’ll see.” She looked up to her team. “He’s planning something.” 

Hotch turned his attention to her. “Y/N’s safety is our primary concern. This unsub seems to have fixated on her, for whatever reason. Y/N, do you have any ex boyfriends or enemies we need to know about?” 

“I have five ex’s, but I don’t think any of them would be capable of this.” She reasoned, but there was a seed of doubt in the back of her mind. 

At her words, Spencer stood up, slamming the letters down on the table with an audible thud before leaving the room. Y/N stared after him hopelessly, Hotch clearing his throat before speaking again. 

“I’ll need a list of their names.” 

Derek piped up. “We also need to know locations of spots that you frequent, anywhere you may have met this guy. Coffee shops, restaurants, even the library. No detail is too small, okay?” 

Y/N nodded, turning back to stare out the door that Spencer had stormed out of moments before. “I’m just going to go check on him.” She murmured, earning an apologetic smile from JJ. 

* 

She found him outside the building, sat on one of the stone steps of the staircase that led up to the buildings entrance. He had his head in his hands, trying to calm down the thoughts that sped through his overworking mind. 

She sat beside him, draping his coat that she’d grabbed from his desk over his shoulders to combat the cold winter air. “You’ll catch a cold.” She muttered, offering a small smile as he looked over at her. Despite how he felt, he let the smallest of smiles find its way onto his lips at the comment. She had a stalker threatening her life and she was worried about him catching a cold?

They sat in silence for a little before Y/N broke it. “I’m so sorry, Spencer.” 

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault.” He mumbled, looking out to the street, watching people walk by. When Y/N didn’t answer, he spoke again. “You could’ve told me, you know?”

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t.” She whispered sincerely. 

“Why didn’t you say something, Y/N? I would’ve dropped everything to make sure you were safe.” He promised, trying to make his voice sound strong, but failing as it cracked with his words. 

“I didn’t think it was important. He wasn’t threatening at the start, and I thought I could handle it.” Now the words were leaving her mouth, she knew she sounded stupid. 

“You didn’t think it was important?” Spencer repeated back to her, his breaths heavy as he failed to understand her reasoning. “Y/N you are the most important thing in the world to me. Okay? Please tell me you know that.” He turned his body toward her. 

“I know. I know and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. It’s just I know- after everything that happened before with Maeve-“ She paused for a moment. “I didn’t want to worry you over nothing.”

His breath hitched when she said Maeve’s name, and Y/N could almost see him replaying the moment he lost her in his mind. The curse of an eidetic memory. 

“I’m not going to let that happen to you- no, not you. Never you.” He sniffed, reaching over to take her hand in his. 

She nodded, tears filling her eyes once more. She cuddled into his side, her head dropping on his shoulder. She sniffled. “I’m scared, Spencer.” 

“It’s okay. He’s not coming anywhere near you, Y/N. I swear to you, he’s not going to hurt you. Not while I’m here.” He brought her hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of it. 

*

Over the next few days, the team spent hours analysing ever piece of evidence Y/N had received, and Garcia went through tons of security footage, trying to get a good look at whoever was in the blue Sedan. She’d ran the license plates, but they’d come back as being fake, so that had been a pretty dead end, and the phone number she’d traced had come from a payphone, so there was no lead there either. 

Spencer was evidently over-working himself, not taking breaks from work to eat or sleep. He reread the words a hundred times, desperately looking for what it was he must’ve missed. He was filled with this overwhelming need to protect her, to keep Y/N safe. To succeed where he’d failed previously. He couldn’t afford to make the same mistake he’d made with Maeve. He’d let his emotions cloud his judgement and it cost Maeve her life. He wouldn’t make that same mistake again. 

There wasn’t time for that, not when Y/N was in danger. 

Y/N spent most of her time alongside Spencer at the BAU, mostly because he insisted that she was somewhere he could keep an eye on her at all times. She only went home in the evenings so she could change and sleep in her own bed, but always with a police escort that Spencer had himself done a thorough background check on and knew could be trusted. 

Eventually, It had been an entire week. Spencer had only had a handful of sleep, only when the exhaustion became too much did he pass out and actually get a few hours of sleep before he was right back at it. Members of the team who attempted to gently voice their concern for him received a scowl in response, with Y/N even trying to get through to him, but he just shrugged her off. Ultimately, Hotch had to pull him aside to talk. 

Hotch walked into the room where Y/N sat reading silently in the corner while Spencer’s eyes ran over the words he’d already read a hundred times. 

“Reid, Can I speak to you?” 

Spencer’s head snapped up, pissed that he was being interrupted from the task before him. He grunted under his breath, standing up and walking out of the room. 

Hotch brought Spencer up to his office, closing the door behind them so there was some dilution to the raised voices that were definitely going to come from this conversation. He sighed, turning to face the younger man and crossing his arms. “The Bureau don’t want us using any more of our time on this case. The unsub has been inactive for a week, and we have other cases building up that take priority.” 

Spencer scoffed. “You want us to stop? You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid not. The order came from above me, I have no power here. The best we can do for now is send Y/N home with police protection until this guy resurfaces.” 

“You wanna send her home? No way, Hotch! There’s some son of a bitch after her and you want her to be at home?” He was angrier than Hotch had seen him be in a long while. 

Hotch sighed. “Reid. It’s out of my hands. I recognise how hard this is for you, but we have no choice.”

“But I- I can’t protect her if she’s not with me! I can’t keep her safe.” His tone changed from angry to more of a begging. “Please, Hotch. There’s got to be something you can do.”

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer huffed, his anger returning. “Bullshit! You know as well as I do that she’s vulnerable as soon as she leaves here. Police presence or not, if something happens to her-” 

Hotch shot him a warning look, which made Spencer stop mid-sentence.

“You’re done with this case for now, understand? Until he resurfaces, we have other priorities.” Hotch spoke. Spencer scoffed, walking and brushing past his unit chief. “That’s an order, Reid.” He warned. 

Spencer ignored him, heading back to the room he’d left Y/N in, his mind refocused on getting back to his previous task-  despite Hotch’s orders. 

He stepped into the room, slamming the door closed behind him, earning a surprised squeak from Y/N, who still sat in the corner with her book in hand. He looked over at her, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. “He wants you to go home, and we have to put the case on hold because we have others to work on. Can you believe that? How could he ask that of me?” He laughed humourlessly as Y/N shut her book, placing it next to her. 

She sighed, standing, knowing he wasn’t going to like what she had to say. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?” 

It was just the protective side of him coming out, and at first Y/N thought it was endearing, but he couldn’t neglect his own needs to favour hers any more. She wouldn’t let him. 

“Spencer, you gotta stop this. I know how hard you’re working, and I’m so grateful, but you’re killing yourself here.” Her voice was gentle, hoping she’d be able to appeal to him. 

“No! No Y/N I’m not stopping until we get this guy, until you’re safe.” He snapped. 

“You heard what Hotch said, you have other cases that need to take priority.” She moved toward him, still trying to reason with him. She was still scared to death, and she didn’t particularly want to leave Spencer’s side- after all he made her feel safe. But there were people who needed him and his team, and if she was no longer in imminent danger, his talents were needed elsewhere. It made her feel sick, but it’s the way it was. They were just going to have to wait for this guy to make his next move. 

“But Y/N, you are my priority. Don’t you get that?” He asked, moving back as she came toward him. The motion hurt her, so she stood still. 

“I do, I promise you I do, but there’s people out there who need that beautiful mind of yours more than I do right now.” 

He scoffed. “So you just expect me to give up?” 

“Of course not, but Hotch is right. What if this guy never makes any other moves? What if he just wanted to scare me? You can’t waste your time. It’s too valuable.” 

“And what if the second you walk out of those doors he gets you?” Spencer shouted, his arms coming out by his sides to exaggerate his point. 

“Then you’ll find me. If that happened, which is a worse-case scenario, I have faith that you and this team would find me and bring me home.” 

“And if I can’t? If I fail, again? If I have to watch you die like I watched-” His breath hitched, his voice catching. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “No, No. I will not lose you, do you understand? I will not stop looking for this son of a bitch, not ever. I’m not letting you go home, Y/N. I’m sorry, that’s final.” 

“Spencer, you can’t keep me here. You’d be disobeying Hotch’s direct orders-” 

He shook his head. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Y/N. I’ll talk to Hotch, change his mind. Just- stay here. Please.”  The last word was quiet and pleading, a stark contrast from the tone he was using before. He picked up the evidence files he was going through and walked away, feet stomping as his anger still radiated off of him. 

* 

Y/N had stood there for a minute, collecting herself before she took a shaky deep breath, bringing her hand up to wipe the tears that trickled down her cheeks. 

She walked out to the bullpen, ignoring how Spencer had asked her to stay. Her eyes met Derek’s who offered her an apologetic smile. 

“Hey.” He called out to her as she passed by. “Whatever the kid said, he didn’t mean it. He just wants to keep you safe.” 

She gave a sad smile. “I know. Um, is it alright if I just step out the front for some air? I’m feeling a little boxed in.” 

“Sure thing. I’ll keep you company, make sure you get back alright.” He stood up from his desk chair, grabbing his jacket and accompanying her downstairs. 

When they got there Y/N turned to him. “Is it alright if I have a moment alone? I’ll stay where you can see me, I just need a minute.” 

Derek was hesitant, but nodded. She pushed open the doors, out into the cold night. She remained stood by the front doors, where they bright lights from indoors seeped outside, lighting up the pavement. She took a few deep breaths, letting the cold air fill her lungs, hoping it’ll help alleviate the stinging pain in her heart. She looked up at the sky, willing herself to keep her tears at bay. She appreciated what Spencer was doing, and adored his instinct to protect her, keep her safe. She knew how stubborn he could be at times, but now she thought about it, maybe when she sided with Hotch earlier it made it seem like she didn’t have his back, which was certainly not the case. 

Derek watched as Y/N collected herself, seeing that she was about to turn and come back inside. Suddenly someone bumped into his side, his attention turning from Y/N to the person who collided with him. He looked over to see a young man he didn’t recognise. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. My apologies.” The man apologised before walking off. 

Derek furrowed his brow, before turning back to look outside. 

Y/N wasn’t there. 

He bolted forward toward the doors, flinging them open and looking left and right for any sight of her. 

She was long gone. And so was whoever took her. 

Hearing a crinkle beneath his feet, Derek looked down at the sound, noticing a scrap piece of newspaper on the floor where Y/N had been stood. 

He picked it up, unfolding the paper. On it, written in the familiar blood red chicken scratch was the same threatening message Y/N had received before. 

‘If I can’t have her, no one can.’ 

* 

Derek placed the paper down on the roundtable, that the team was now gathered around, shock and worry on their faces. 

Hotch closed his eyes with a sigh as he looked at the paper, guilt rushing over him. Just then Spencer came into the room, immediately picking up on the mood that had settled over the team. 

“What’s’‘-” His eyes landed on the message, the realisation spreading over his features. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked, a sort of denial in his voice. 

“He has her.” Derek confirmed, bowing his head down in shame that he hadn’t protected her like he was supposed to. 

“Morgan, What happened? You took her out to get some air and then what?” Emily asked, trying to establish where it’d gone wrong. 

“I took my eyes off of her for a minute, some guy bumped into me and it distracted me, and when I looked back she was gone.” 

Emily’s mouth opened as she connected the dots. “It must’ve been a distraction, one guy bumps into you so that you take your eyes off of her while the other guy grabs her.” 

“So what, we’re looking for a partner here as well?” JJ posed, looking up at her team. 

“It would seem so. He waited for his opportunity, and when it came he took it.” Rossi chimed in. 

“This is now an active investigation, we have a missing woman who’s already been gone for nearly an hour. We’ve got to work fast.” Hotch ordered, which sent the team out of their seats, each with a task assigned to them. However, Spencer still sat in one of the chairs, trembling fingers trailing over the words before him. The air in the room seemed thinner, his lungs working harder to fill themselves. 

“Reid? Reid.” Morgan tried, but all he got from Spencer was little incoherent mumbles. 

Finally, he looked up to meet Morgan’s eyes, the words he’d been whispering falling from his lips in a more audible whimper. “He’s gonna kill her.”  He choked on his words, the realisation crashing down on him. “I’m going to lose her too.” 

* 

Time was a precious thing. 

Spencer had never been more aware of how quickly the seconds passed than he was at that moment. 

He was on his knees, hunched over the toilet, hands gripping the sides in a vice-like grip, desperately trying to push down the nauseating feeling creeping its way up his throat. After the note that Morgan found, Spencer had rushed into the toilets, standing over the toilet bowl as he dry-heaved, holding himself back from being sick. He took heavy breaths, eyes screwing shut as he tried to think of anything other than the danger that Y/N was in. 

He tried so hard to ignore the familiarity of the situation. 

The thought set in motion a memory that he’d much rather forget, one that he pushed so far back in his mind so he could deny it had ever happened, that he’d ever allowed it to happen. 

Ultimately, it was the curse of his brilliant memory, having the ability to perfectly recall things that happened years before. 

As if he could ever forget that day, eidetic memory or not. 

“Diane, Diane, there’s still a way out of this.” 

“You never wanted me. Never! You lied!”

Diane has her arm around Maeve, gun pointed at her head. The bullet she’d shot into Spencer’s shoulder felt numb, the scorching pain felt irrelevant to the fear spiking his heart. 

“I didn’t. Diane, I offered you a deal and you can still take it. Me for her. Let me take her place.” His eyes lock on Maeve’s, so full of fear, and he tries to reassure that she’ll be fine- because he knows she will. How many times has he talked down an unsub waving a gun around? She would be okay, she had to be. 

“You would do that?” 

“Yes.” 

“You would kill yourself for her?” 

“Yes.” 

Of course he would. In a heartbeat. 

“Thomas Merton.” 

Maeve’s voice was small but sure. What scared Spencer the most was how certain she sounded, as though she’d accepted that this was her fate; her end. 

“Who’s Thomas Merton?”

“He knows.” 

She loved him. And he loved her. Oh how bittersweet. 

“Who’s Thomas Merton, who is he?” 

“He’s the one thing you can never take from us.” 

Its only a moment’s hesitation, a moment that he should’ve reached for a gun, a moment where he should’ve taken his shot. 

“No.” Diane scowled. 

Time is a precious thing.

and Maeve’s was up.

“Wait-” 

The shot still rung clear in Spencer’s ears, a sound he was sure he would hear for the rest of his days. His breaths were heaving again, his eyes flying open as he willed the image of Maeve’s body to leave his head. But when his eyes screwed shut again, it was someone else in her place. 

It wasn’t Maeve’s body on the floor anymore. Instead, in her place lay Y/N, blood gushing from the open wound at the side of her head, her lifeless body cold against the concrete floor. 

That’s the thought that made him sick, throwing up into the toilet at the thought of watching Y/N die the same way he watched Maeve. 

Taking gasping breaths, he sat back against the side of the cubicle, hands running down his flustered face, feeling the streaks of tears that trembled down his cheeks. 

He shook his head, as if that would erase the horrific thoughts swimming around. He reminded himself that Y/N was still alive, and they had no reason as of yet to believe that she wasn’t. It was that thought that made him pull himself to stand, raking his hands through his hair and trying to calm his quivering hands. 

Y/N was still out there, waiting for him to save her. 

He grit his teeth together as he walked out of the toilets. 

He wouldn’t hesitate this time. He was not going to lose her. 

*

He walked back into the roundtable room, ignoring the looks he received from the team. They had been bouncing theories off of one another, trying to use their profile to figure out who their unsub was, and where they would’ve taken Y/N. 

“Is it possible a woman is our unsub, or perhaps even the partner?” Emily posed, her eyes scanning over one of the letters. 

Derek shook his head. “I don’t think a woman would use language like this, it’s very derogatory, it exerts a power over Y/N.” 

The team fell quiet in thought, only interrupted when Garcia came scurrying in, her laptop in her hands. “You’ll never guess what I just found!”

Everyone looked up to her, Hotch speaking. “What is it, Garcia?” 

“I looked over the list of Y/N’s exes, and only one of them jumped out to me as a little suspicious. So I did some digging.” She tapped a few keys on her laptop before grabbing her remote and  broadcasting to the team what she’d found on the TV. “Daniel ‘Danny’ Stone, 29, dated Y/N three years ago. He was her last boyfriend before she met Reid.”

“Three years? You don’t think he’s still bitter about the relationship ending?” Emily asked, confused. 

“Three years is a long time. Why surface now?” JJ chimed. 

“Reid, did Y/N ever mention her previous relationship ending on a rough note?” Rossi asked, turning to face the younger boy. 

Spencer frowned. “She said the breakup was a little rocky, but nothing awful. The last time she spoke about him was a few months ago, said he got in some sort of accident?” He looked to Garcia for confirmation, and she nodded. 

“Indeed. Stone was involved in a road collision four months ago.” 

JJ hummed, looking through the medical reports on her iPad. “Says here he suffered brain damage, specifically to his pre-frontal cortex.” 

“Well that would explain why this stalker seemingly came from nowhere. People who suffer damage like this are impulsive, unable to make rational choices.” Derek posed. 

“So what’s the theory here? He wakes up after this accident, and because of his injury chooses to track down his ex? Three years after they break up?”

Morgan shook his head. “It isn’t a choice. Not anymore. He has to do it. He’s become fixated on her. He knows she’s with Reid, and like he said, If he can’t have her, the neither can Reid.”

“Okay, but why stalk her? What does he gain from that? Instead of just taking her and getting what he really wants?” Emily questioned. 

“This newfound impulsivity would make him a risk-taker. He’ll do things that the average person wouldn’t dream of trying. But it’s unlikely that Stone actually staked out Y/N’s home, or delivered the letters to her door. He wouldn’t have the self-control to span this out over months. He just pulled the strings.” 

“So that was his partner, then.” JJ deduced, earing nods from the team. “Then  what does the partner gain from this? Why help Stone?” 

“Maybe Stone manipulated them. Perhaps he has some form of information on them he’s using as blackmail?” 

“Did you get an address on Stone, Garcia?” Hotch asked, and Garcia nodded enthusiastically. 

“You know I did, It’s already been sent to your phones.” 

“Alright, let’s go.” 

The team all stood, heading for the doors. Spencer was quick to get up and follow, hope sparking in him now that they had an address. He was just about to leave the room when Hotch’s voice stopped him. 

“Reid, you know I can’t let you come with us.” His voice was firm, he knew there could be no room for error here. Not after what happened last time. 

“Like hell you can’t.” Reid snapped, turning around to face him. He’d regret his smart mouth later when Hotch undoubtedly told him off for it, but at that moment who couldn’t have cared less. 

“We will get her and bring her home, but you can’t be involved in this. It’s a conflict of interest, you know that.” 

“Oh, so it wasn’t a conflict of interest when you went after Foyet?” 

It was a cheap shot, one that Spencer really regretted the second he said it, but amends could be made later. 

Hotch’s face didn’t falter, despite the petty jab. “Yeah, and look where that got me.” 

Spencer’s defesnive stance dropped, his arms falling by his sides. “Hotch. You were there when when Maeve died. Do you remember it?” 

“Of course.” 

“Not like I do. I can see every second of it every time I close my eyes. I can’t go through that again. I almost didn’t make it out the other side, If it happened again I don’t know if I could cope-” He stopped, his voice catching in his throat. “Just- Please.”

Hotch grunted, giving in. “Fine, but you can’t allow your emotions to cloud your thinking. I know it will be difficult but I need your head to be in this.Y/N’s life depends on it.” 

Spencer nodded and they headed down toward the SUV’s. 

*

They pulled up to the address, lights blaring and sirens sounding. They all quickly jumped out and regrouped, strapping their kevlar vests to their chests as they moved. They were stood in front of an abandoned apartment complex, one that had ben uninhabited for years. 

 “Alright Morgan, Prentiss I want you to go around the back, find a way in through there, see if you can find this partner of his. JJ, Rossi and Reid you’re with me. ” Hotch ordered, as they all drew their guns and prepared to head in. 

As they stealthily walked through the building, they listened for any noise that indicated where the unsub was. Hotch, who was leading the group, pushed open a door to the staircase, and they were about to head up when they heard a bang coming from the floor below them. 

They headed down the stairs, seeing that they were entering the buildings basement. They rounded the corner, guns at the ready, and stepping into a small boiler room. 

In the centre of the room, Daniel stood. He held a struggling Y/N to his chest, his arm around her neck and gun placed at her temple. 

Spencer recalled how it the sight was all too familiar, how Diane had held Maeve the same way. 

Daniel’s voice broke him from his thoughts. “If you step any closer, she dies.” 

“Okay, okay. We’ll stay back, but I need you to put down the gun.” Hotch tried, shooting a look over his shoulder to Spencer, a look that told him to stay put. 

Daniel shook his head. “No. You’re going to ruin everything!”

“Ruin what?” JJ asked. 

“My chance do what’s right. Y/N doesn’t want me. But I love her, can’t she see that? I would do anything for her, and still she would choose him over me?” Daniel’s eyes moved to meet with Spencer’s, narrowing. 

“Daniel, we know what you went through. We know about your accident, how you’ve felt so out of control since, but if you come with us we can get you the help you need.” Rossi was next to attempt to convince him, but to no avail.

“No- No!” Daniel scowled, clenching his teeth as his gaze fixated on Spencer, who’s eyes were locked with Y/N’s, trying to silently reassure her that she was going to be okay. “She’s mine. I protected her, I’ve looked out for her. She’s finally going to understand.” He looked down at Y/N, his grip on her tightening, causing her to let out a frightened yelp. 

Spencer gulped, tearing his gaze from Y/N and onto the unsub, putting on a strong and unbothered facade. He wouldn’t let himself be clouded by his emotions, not this time. “You’re right. You kept her safe, and I’m very grateful that you protected her when I failed to.”

“Thats right. You failed her. I’m so much better for her.” He seethed through his teeth. “ And that’s why, if she won’t chose me, she’ll have to die with me.”

“You don’t want to do that, Daniel. Put down the gun. We’ll bring you in, and if you tell us all about this partner of yours, we’ll tell everyone that you co-operated.” JJ suggested, her gun still aimed up at him. 

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N gasped out, still struggling against his hold. 

“Because if I can’t have you, the neither can he. No, No.” He grinned, bringing the gun up to his his own head. From where it was angled, the bullet would pass through his own head, and lodge itself in Y/N’s too. “You’re mine, Y/N.” 

This time, Spencer didn’t hesitate. 

One single gunshot. 

Daniel collapsed to the floor, a bullet between his eyes. 

Y/N fell to the ground with him in a fit of sobs, scrambling to get away from the man who lay dead on the floor, the pool of blood growing around him.  

Spencer holstered his gun, immediately surging forward to wrap a trembling Y/N up in his arms. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He cooed, rubbing a hand on her back in a soothing manner. 

She sobbed into his chest as he held her, tears forming in his own eyes at the sound of her cries. But Spencer allowed himself a moment to breathe, looking over Y/N’s shoulder at the man he’d just shot without hesitation. 

And he’d wouldn’t be losing any sleep over it, either.  

He tightened his arms around her, thankful that she was safe. He brought her up to stand, his arms still tight around her. He looked toward his teammates, nodding gratefully at them as he walked Y/N out of the building. As he passed, he overheard JJ and Hotch’s conversation. 

“Emily and Morgan found the partner fleeing out the back. They say he’s agreed to talk.” 

With an internal sigh of relief, he held Y/N closer as they stepped out the doors of the building, guiding her toward the medical staff so she could be checked for injuries, despite how she told him she was fine. After it was concluded that she’d come out pretty unscathed, with only a few cuts and bruises, Spencer came and sat down next to her. She smiled weakly up at him, and he knew it would take a while for her usual bright smile to return, but she was alive- and right then that was all that mattered. 

He immediately took her hand in his, gripping it tightly. 

“Is it over?” She asked quietly, and he nodded. 

“Yeah, they got the partner, and he’s going to co-operate in return for a reduced sentence, but he’ll still be going away for a long time.”

She nodded, her head dropping onto his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Spencer. You saved me.” She whispered. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m sorry about the argument we had, I was being a jerk. I just wanted to protect you, but in the end you still ended up getting hurt.” He frowned, looking down at the gravel ground. 

“It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry you had to relive all of this again, I can’t imagine how difficult that must’ve been for you.” She sighed, guilt overwhelming her. 

“Hey, no. You’re safe, that’s all that matters.” He promised and she nodded against him. 

Giving her hand a squeeze, he turned slightly to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. 

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”